The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 35: Dmitri today

"It's really costing you, Ms. Bunyan."

The middle-aged man who is always smiling touched the back of his head and let out a hearty laugh: "According to our rules over there, I should be the one to treat you."

Hearing that she was called "Bunyan" instead of "Leona", the lady with long flaxen curly hair and blue eyes nodded reservedly.

A trace of well-hidden joy and satisfaction flashed in her eyes.

Can she be satisfied by being called her last name?

Annan paid attention to all the details, silently calculating in his heart.

The calmness and easy-goingness in him that can get along well with everyone and do nothing, come from the prophet wizard named "Girandaio"...or in other words, the living sculpture that came to life. Learned from the body.

It is the prototype of the curse of Annan [The Last Work].

Now, through Lin Yiyi's eyes, Annan saw another person in the underground world - the man named Neuser, with the clean and innocent, simple and cheerful smile on his face, and compared it to Absorb and learn quickly.

The stone statues are undoubtedly stiff, even hard.

But "Ghirlandaio" is different.

That is not acting, but the nature of the animated marble golem that imitates human beings. Just like a cheetah can hunt and a goshawk can fly.

So Annan has a new expression to use.

Ms. Leona, who also had a smile on her face, also felt that she had a good impression of this stranger whom she had only met once.

——Of course, it can’t be because of the other party’s out-of-town merchants dressing up.

The Bunyan family was not short of money.

Just because of that simple and cheerful smile.

Of course Leona knew that a businessman could not have the soul to show such a smile. This must be his disguise, or his acting skills.

But so what?

She is not going to marry the other person, nor is she going to do any important business with him. The nature of the other person has nothing to do with her. If they are just fair-weather friends, then choosing the one who makes you most happy to get along is the right way.

How to choose your friends - Leona is good at it.

In other words, the Bunyan family is good at this.

"In our cold winter, there are no rules for inviting guests to treat us."

Leona smiled, poured a glass of pale white wine for Ghirlandaio, and then filled it for herself.

She raised her glass and drank it in one gulp.

Then he smacked his lips happily and turned the glass over to signal to Ghirlandaio.

The kind and cheerful smile on Ghirlandaio's face never faded.

He just drank a glass of wine with a smile and put the finished wine glass back on the table without changing his expression.

"Compared with the treat," Ghirlandaio sighed, "I was more surprised that the first time I chatted with a stranger was drinking."

"Of course."

Leona chuckled and filled the glass again: "Where do Noah like to meet strangers? Teahouse? Theater?"

"There are also theaters, but they are usually in one's own manor. Strictly speaking, there are not many strangers... During the social season, Noah's nobles held banquets two to three times a week.

"Everyone is either having a banquet at their own home, or on their way to a banquet at someone else's house. When we are at the banquet, we are already acquainted and are not considered strangers."

Ghirlandaio drank the wine in one gulp and replied casually.

Leona also drank the wine without changing her expression, and added more wine with a chuckle: "Your Excellency Ghirlandaio has a good capacity for drinking. I thought only people in winter like to drink."

"We Noah people's drinking capacity is actually not that bad. Especially after practicing it at banquets."

Ghirlandaio said with a smile.

——Want to feed me?

Sorry, maybe it was a waste of wine... but I'm just a stoner.

A true hard-hearted person.

When Leona heard what Ghirlandaio meant, she raised her eyebrows in surprise: "Oh?"

The implication of his words is that "I often attend banquets."

So she followed the topic and asked: "Could it be...which family are you the second son of?"

In the Principality of Winter, the eldest son usually inherits the title and territory. The other heirs will receive a fund when they reach adulthood, rely on the connections they made when they were teenagers, and an initial fund to run their own businesses. .

They refer to such heirs who did not inherit the title and turned to business and politics as "second sons" regardless of their rank.

Ghirlandaio just smiled.

He did not answer the question, but asked politely:

"Before answering this question, I was also about to ask...

"Bunyan - is he the Bunyan I know?"

Of course, this is a polite question.

Of course he has never heard of "Bunyan".

At least it must not be a big noble, otherwise Annan must have seen it in books.

Leona raised the corners of her mouth when she heard this.

But before she could answer, Annan heard another familiar yet unfamiliar voice:

"Bunyan...the crazy hounds now have names that make them proud."

The man sneered, opened the heavy leather curtain to block the wind, and walked into the private tavern with few customers.

Wrapped in the cold wind filled with frost, he sat next to Annan.

When Leona heard what the other party said, her brows stood up and her face suddenly turned cold.

But when she saw the face of the visitor clearly, she was startled and immediately stood up, paying respect to the visitor respectfully.

"...His Royal Highness Dmitry."

It is Annan’s elder brother, Dmitry Winter.

But this brother was slightly different from what Annan saw in his two nightmares.

The Dmitri who once lived in a dream... was a very stylish and meticulously dressed man. He has a well-proportioned figure, a straight back, and long pure black hair hanging down to his waist. There is not a single stray hair on his head, not a single stain on his body, and there is no dirt even between his fingernails.

But now Dmitri makes Annan feel... more than ten years older than in his dream.

His brows, which were habitually frowning, now had three deep wrinkles. The wrinkled skin between the frowning brows looks like a ghost-headed totem.

He was wearing a heavy frost animal skin coat, his arms were not inserted into the sleeves, and the shirt underneath was tightly rolled up to the elbows, and he had a very thick cigar in his mouth.

His hands are still clean, but the raised veins can already be seen on the back of the white and strong hands.

"Long time no see, Ms. Leona."

Dmitri said in a deep voice while holding a cigar in his mouth.

Leona's face turned slightly pale.

In the cold winter, the standard way of greeting someone is to address them as brothers and sisters, or uncles and nephews. Because of the existence of the old grandmother, the Winter people regard each other as family members - at least in terms of etiquette.

If it is not called this, it means "the relationship is not yet established."

But the Bunyan family and the Lingdong family do not have such a relationship.

...His Royal Highness Dmitry seems to be angry.

Leona suddenly didn’t dare to say a word.

He sat on the right side of Annan, diagonally opposite to Leona.

Dmitri leaned on the armrest with his elbows, crossed his fingers and placed them in front of his abdomen.

He blew out a puff of mist, and the cigar smoke slowly dispersed around him. ~IndoMTL.com~ I haven’t seen you for about two years.

"But you still keep the word 'Bunyan' on your lips."

He bit the end of his cigar lightly, his voice still so low and magnetic: "It seems that time can't change anything, can it?"

Compared to five or six years ago, perhaps due to excessive smoking, Dmitri's voice has become a little hoarse.

Dmitri did not continue to embarrass Leona.

He only gave a brief warning, then his tone softened, and he looked at Annan beside him - or, "Ghirlandaio".

"This is...?"

"Ghirlandaio," the middle-aged man with black hair and eyes smiled, sat on the chair and bowed slightly, politely greeting Dmitri, "My full name is Ghirlandaio David. ·Buonaro...His Royal Highness Dmitry."

Hearing this name, Dmitri's pupils shrank slightly.