The sky was much darker than usual when it rained. When Crodia returned to the palace, it happened to be at meal time, but the servants had already lit the lights, making the entire building brightly lit.

A maid came out calmly, took the wet umbrella from Crodia's hand, gently shook the water from the umbrella into the rain, and put it in the waterproof pocket that had been prepared, signaling Crodia that she would send it to his room.

At this time, another servant trotted over and signaled that Crodia should go to the dining room now. It was a common practice to eat with royal family and nobles these days. Crodia found the dining room with a familiarity.

The servant pushed open the golden door carved with complex patterns, and the long table came into view. Foods with tempting fragrance were placed on the dining table one by one, tempting people to stuff them into their stomachs quickly. Perhaps no one knew clearly that the chefs needed to work for the afternoon. No, they would start preparing the evening portion after lunch was completed. For example, the ingredients were purchased by a special person early in the morning and the freshest day, day after day.

Crodia's belly was very honest and whispered, but he had to hold back. The first person he saw when he stepped into the room was William, a teacher in the operation. He was a teacher from a local school. He was a little old, but he was still healthy and energetic. He was just a little confused occasionally. Although he was not bad, he seemed to meddling in other people's minds.

"Mr. Priest, where did you go just now? When we separated, you didn't respond for a long time. You walked away on your own and worried about me." William asked half-jokingly.

Crodia felt a little embarrassed: "Sorry, I suddenly remembered something..." He didn't hate the elder in front of him. In fact, although most of the teachers present could not say they had a good impression, they didn't care about their existence, they just...

"Locke...?" Crodia looked at the goatee-bearded teacher sitting in the corner. The feeling of care in her heart was still difficult to eliminate.

Crodia always keeps a guard against people who have bad first impressions, especially those who have bad reputations. He cares more, not to mention that Lock always speaks with bad intentions. He seems to have deliberately turned his nostrils upward, stretching his hand to twist his beard, and glances at Crodia: "Oh? Is there something wrong? Why do I think the priest can finally be unable to bear the loneliness and go to find a girl to have fun? After all, staying in the church for a long time will cause illness! You must be too happy, right? You look so frowning, can't you... that's not enough to be given to the girl..."

"How can you talk about such topics in such places? It's so disrespectful to let His Majesty Queen, His Highness Prince, and His Highness Princess hear such shameful things!" An old voice interrupted Locke's words with some trembling trembling. Everyone looked in the voice. The prime minister was standing at the door. It seemed that he had heard all the words just now. At this time, his white beard, which was already upturned, was trembling irregularly, and the flesh on his big belly was shaking even more obvious. The face next to him was yellow, thin, and obviously wrinkled, and the queen stood aside with her children.

After a while, the queen coughed twice and pretended not to hear it, she sat down in the guest seat. The others breathed a sigh of relief and sat down again.

Crodia secretly thanked that the Prime Minister and the others came at the right time, otherwise he might not be able to control his emotions.

When the maid took away the mouthwash and handwash, the queen picked up the tableware and put the first bite of food into her mouth, the others dared to move the tableware in front of her. Then the princes and princesses took the first bite, and then several ministers and nobles who stayed in the palace. Finally, it was the turn of these teachers. It was not until the round was over that they didn't have to care about the order. At this time, the queen started to talk endlessly, and her hoarse voice sounded a little uncomfortable.

Although the queen was talking, she was just as always complaining that there were too many troubles in the palace recently, what was going on with that house, what was going on with this house?

"Isn't it? My poor king is so tired that he fell ill just by worrying about the affairs in the court. Oh, my priest, please pray to God and bless my king to get better as soon as possible." The queen took out her handkerchief, wiped the corners of her eyes without tears, and made a sob sound in her throat. Everyone present hurriedly comforted her. After Crodia said "this is what she deserves", the queen stopped sobbing.

Prime Minister Doug suddenly narrowed his little eyes and stared at Crodia. His white eyebrows almost touched the tip of his beard, forming a circle, the fat on his face piled up and down, and the food was chewing in his mouth. His cheeks were up and down, causing two or three obvious folds to squeeze out the loose skin: "By the way, today I heard from the guards that the priest and the teachers went to the street to play together, is there any such thing?"
Chapter completed!