Chapter 268: Lost nobility

Chapter 268 Lost Aristocrats
Vera went out in the afternoon, but when she was waiting for dinner, she came back and had no expression.
Vika, who is familiar with her, knows this because Vera has no gains.
"Yakov has nothing at home. His wife is a typical housewife. The son's room is big/hemp. The daughter is a kind of material that likes to go to the party but is seriously out of shape." Vera sighed: "It is just too normal." However, the typical middle class family."
"Yes? But I have news on this side." Vika shrugged.
Vera sat down casually, her legs tilted, her hands on the back of the sofa, and a look of good news.
Vika, who has long been used to it, sighed at this moment: "Incorrectly, there should be news on your side."

Can you be a little straighter?
Vera was impatient.
Vika just said: "An invitation letter was sent to your private mailbox. The time and place are indicated... After three days, there will be an auction for the auction of "Anonymous Girl."
"My private mailbox? That?" Vera frowned.
Vika shrugged: "Which one is there? Of course it is 'Vila Tok Tahonov'."
Vera was silent for a while and suddenly said: "Who is the invitation of the invitation letter indicating?"
Vicat's right color: "F&C."
Vera suddenly said indifferently: "I don't remember my private mailbox is there everywhere?"
Vika can only laugh with a smile: "Dear dear Princess Vera, have you forgotten what you left because of your departure? You have not sent it... but, I care a few of the parties in your future life. Amnesty meeting! Don't you know how many letters of love from your world are received every day in your private mailbox? These are me..."
Vika pointed at himself: "Get out of time to give you a reply every day."
Vera suddenly squinted and smiled: "Would those wooers be handsome?"
Vika nodded and said: "Not bad, there are a few that can be described as perfect."
Vera smiled and walked to Vika, and the delicate smile on her face seemed to Vika to be like a mother leopard. He can only swallow the slobber: "I have never done anything... really... at most, I have to take some photos..."
Vera's fingers flew in a fast turn.
Vika stunned, but the intuition told him that there would be no good things happening... but the experience also told him that if he didn't do it, there would be even worse things waiting for him - he could only turn around go with.
Vera sneered a sigh of relief, grabbed the TV remote control next to her, and then slammed into Vikka's body.
"Hey!! Tap it... Hey!!"
"Silly?" Vera leaned against Vika's ear and whispered.
The Vika, who had clipped his legs, was ugly at this time, and bitter melon-likely said: "It’s been used for too long... oh, light, light..."
"Go get me some evening dresses tomorrow, get ready, I am going to attend this auction." Vera let go of her hand, then turned Vika over, slammed hard and pressed Vika's body On the stool.
At the same time that Vika made a painful cry, he said, "Is it clear?"
"Clear...clear..."
Vera clap her hands and it is back in the room. Vikal stood up in the chair and pulled the remote control out with a strange look - and finally showed a comfortable look.
He sighed and felt... it didn't seem too bad.
So he stared at the remote on the ground and seemed to be thinking about it...
......
......
It is about the age of sixty years old, well dressed, and each of them is like a textbook standard.
White hand socks, a pocket watch chain that can be seen from the bag.
When Yuri woke up again, he saw such an old man standing by his side. The other person's hair is already white, but it looks energetic.
This is more than ten times more luxurious than the suite that he woke up last time.
"I... I should be at the subway station." Yuri hesitated, he sat up and tried to figure out what was going on.
He subconsciously touched his abdomen, and he found that there was no wound on his body—even the leg that was injured earlier, it looked intact.
"Mr. Yuri, the hot water is ready, you can bathe immediately." The old man said with a smile.
"I...I am not dreaming?" Yuri opened his mouth. He never remembered when he made such a respectable gentleman like a gentleman. "Here... Where is this? Who are you?"
"Edgar, please call me Edgar." The old man had a calm smile on his face. "Here is the Kakia Manor, your estate, sir. Sir, please bathe as soon as possible, because let the guests wait for you, For an aristocrat, it is extremely rude behavior."
"I... my manor? expensive... nobility?"
......
The bathroom is spacious and comparable to an 80-square-meter room. Even in the connected dressing room, there are more than 20 sets of luxurious clothes.
A strip of tie, a quick watch, a belt, a hat... shoes.
Even after Yuri was washed out, there was a gorgeous maid shaving him.
It was so strange that Yuri felt that he was drunk in his own dreams - from the window of the bathroom, he could only see the small corner of the manor - a huge lawn that was very flat!
He didn't even see the fence.
He can't even believe that the people in the mirror are themselves.
The messy beard has been scraped off, the scattered hair has been trimmed and then become bright, and with the expensive costumes, it has become another person.
At the end of the corridor, Edgar was standing in front of the door of a room waiting. When Yuri, who kept his face, came, Edgar opened the door for him.
At the opening of the door, Yuri couldn’t help but exclaimed: "It’s you!"
......
"sit down."
Luo Qiu, who was drinking black tea, glanced at Yuri, who came up, smiled, and then put down the teacup on his hand - the maidservant immediately added new black tea to the cup.
Even with ample servants in the manor, the maidservant still insists on serving her own boss.
"So what happened?"
Yuri frowned and sat down - he found that Edgar did not follow, but closed the door after he came in.
"Is Mr. Yuri forgotten?" Luo Qiu suddenly asked: "What you want from us."
Yuri stunned, and a sting suddenly appeared in his head, causing him to subconsciously grab his hair - his face seemed to be pale for a moment.
When his gaze recovered from confusion to near reality, Yuri was surprised to see this young man with an oriental face.
No... Correctly speaking, it is a mysterious young man!
"I... I actually said that..."
He rang what he had said - but at this time he didn't say it again - so incredible words - but it seems to have become real.
Yuri had to believe everything that happened in front of him.
The most intuitive and powerful proof is not what he met in this manor, but the thing he should have died, but still alive.
Luo Qiu suddenly said: "We believe that a person who speaks before dying should have the most authenticity. Mr. Yuri, the contract has been reached, and within a month, you are not only The owner of this manor is also the heir to the Decaby family. The identity is..."
Luo’s boss smiled slightly:
The Tsar aristocrats who were exiled abroad during the October Revolution and now live in Morocco’s Yuri Dikabi.

Looking at Yuri's incredible expression, Luo Qiu made a snap.
The maidservant took it out of a box and pushed it to Yuri on the table. "Mr. Yuri, this is the seal of the Decabe family, and the family crest...this is something that can represent you."
"I... I am a nobleman... a descendant of the nobility..."
Yuri feels that he has some obstacles to thinking.
(End of this chapter)