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Charles accidentally crossed into the extraordinary mysterious world and became the youngest son of the West family, one of the six blue blood aristocrats.

Under the unfavorable start that everyone wanted him to die, Charles had to raise the flag of resistance, and began to trade with the ancient god, step by step to the peak of the world.

"When blue blood shines on the battlefield, you are the real aristocrats!"

"Those aristocratic darkness covered up by dirty means will be uncovered by the aristocrats themselves!"

"Only with truth and practice can we prove that red blood is as noble as blue blood!"

"Lord Charles, is it not enough to put such a few words in your biography?"

After thinking for a moment, Charles silently added a sentence at the end.

"For the glory of blue blood aristocracy!"

Blue blood noble

When the first light of the morning fell into the silent Duke's castle, Charles was awake from his sleep.


After taking care of the wrinkled lining, Charles took up his pen and gently scratched a line on the calendar on the wall.


"The enlightenment ceremony is three days away!"


Charles respectfully opened the door and saw the Duke sitting neatly dressed and holding today's morning paper in his hand.


As he spoke, Charles scanned the surrounding environment. His father's room was not as luxurious as he imagined, but simpler than his brothers and sisters.


A desk, a big bed, a bookshelf full of books and a wardrobe occupying half the room.


This was the first time he came to his father's room. In Charles' memory, the original body had only been here a few times when he was very young. He had never come in since he came across.


Recently, his father's attitude towards him was very strange. First gave him to a fiancee, and then summoned him alone, which was quite different from the previous disregard for him.


The Duke's eyes narrowed slightly, and the Golden Eagle badge shining on his right chest was even more dazzling in the sun. He slowly put down his morning paper and sipped a sip of tea.


Charles bent down and didn't move. If his father didn't speak, he couldn't straighten up.


The tea fragrance between his lips seemed not strong enough, and the Duke frowned slightly. It seemed that only then did he notice Charles, and a low and magnetic voice sounded:


Charles sneered in his heart. He didn't dare to say publicly that I had come long ago. Are you blind!


It's still an expression and etiquette that can't find anything wrong, Charles replied with his head down.


The Duke's fingers crossed against his jaw, and his hands were on the table, like an officer examining the soldiers. His dark blue eyes squinted at Charles and said again:


"The Wilton family has a deep history and culture, so the young lady of their family is also an educated and reasonable aristocrat."


Charles frowned slightly, and now he could probably guess why the Duke came to him.


He meant it as a warning to him not to embarrass the West family when he married Miss Wilton.


But is it too early to say what will happen after marriage? He is only twelve years old!


The Duke's eyelids drooped, his face expressionless, and his voice calm and powerful.


"You will marry Miss Wilton at the age of eighteen."


Eighteen years old? Chrales frowned. He remembered that his eldest brother was 22 when he got married, and Livier and her fiance were also engaged to get married at the age of 22. How did he become 18 when he arrived?


The Duke seemed to have guessed what Charles was thinking, and he said:


"You should not be surprised that both the West family and the Wilton family are in urgent need of such a wedding. It has been the longest time that we have endured to book it when you grow up!"


Shire's eyes were frozen. It seemed that something big was going to happen recently, and the Duke's hint was very clear.


It seemed that he said a little more, the Duke waved impatiently.


Charles then raised his head, and the Duke's long golden hair was rippling in the sun, shimmering, like a picture like dream.


"Father, can you tell me the name of that girl?"


The Duke looked at him deeply and answered softly:


"Its name is Issa Wilton. Don't worry, you'll meet soon!"


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