"I didn't think of any man." Montana adjusted the expression on her face and denied it.

"You can't deceive me." Belga smiled slightly, "but it's strange, is your heart wondering something?"

"That man is the new CEO of the Bureau of Investigation, named Henrik, right?" Belga frowned and looked at the direction Sigmund left before.

"This man is very strange." She said, silently adding in her heart, "It actually gives me a very familiar feeling."

You should know that Belgaard did not really come from a small marginal country. In this girl who looks harmless and sweet-looking, a blasphemer named Belgaard was active. Even if it only made her subconsciously curious and familiar, it was enough to make Belgaard alert.

"What a pity." I couldn't help but sigh in my heart. This new body has many advantages, but it only lacks the extraordinary sense of smell that she had always relied on.

The former Baylor Garder could judge a person's emotional ups and downs based on her sense of smell alone. As long as the person she has seen where she has walked, even after a thorough transformation, it is difficult to escape her capture through her sense of smell.

This sense of familiarity made Belga realize that Henrik should have been someone he had met when he was an event as Belgaard.

"Who will it be?" She thought and analyzed hard, but could not find anyone who matched her identity.

"It's really damn. It seems that while working hard to improve my strength, I should also find a way to restore the sense of smell I once had." She thought silently, but when she saw the girl in front of her, another thought came to her mind.

"Do you know Montana, when we are active, we often use our eyes to capture most of the information, but in fact, our observation of the whole world is all-round, vision is just one of them, and some hidden information is also affecting us."

“For example, taste.”

"A person's breath is closely related to his life, habits, age, environment, and the spices he uses, but in fact, stripping away all the external influences, everyone has his own purest breath, which is unique, just like our spirit."

"Belga, what do you mean by this?" Montana asked.

"Nothing, I'm just talking nonsense. I'm always like this when you said it." Berga waved his hand indifferently, "Okay, the banquet is about to begin, let's go in."

Montana didn't speak, but her thoughts about the unique aura kept hovering in her mind.

"A unique breath, if Henrik and Sigmun are really the same person..."

Thinking of the strange and embarrassing close contact between the two, Montana suddenly had a bold idea. If a reasonable reason could be found to contact Henrik at a very close distance, then the smell of him...

With a bright light in front of his eyes, Montana realized that the dance party was the best opportunity soon!

At the same time, Bishop Yvonne had returned to the banquet hall after she had returned to the solemnity of her usual days. She slowly walked to Bishop Norius. The two exchanged glances obscurely. Yvonne shook her head gently, and then walked to a young man.

It was a young man with soft and handsome hair, a crown, a gorgeous dress, and a thin sword. From the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, every inch of fabric and accessories on his body was extremely luxurious.

He smiled and responded to every guest with perfect etiquette that was neither indifferent nor lacked majesty. From this perspective, Philip completely met everyone's definition of a prince.

Noble, majestic and charming.

On the edge, many noble ladies gathered together, whispering everything related to Prince Philip, the carriage he drove, the fabric he wore, everything he used on weekdays, and at least in terms of fashion, the young Prince Philip led the luxury of the top floor of the Kingdom of Elland.

"What happened outside?" Prince Philip turned his head to look at Bishop Yvonne. His eyes were kind, but there was a hint of imperceptible restlessness hidden deep in his eyes.

"I met a villain." Bishop Yvonne's face slightly sank.

"Villain? This is my estate. You are the noble bishop. Anyone dares to hit you? Tell me who he is?" Prince Philip's face was stern.

"Who else?" Yvonne smiled, "Only the lord and the Bureau of Investigation he controlled can be so unscrupulous. Prince Philip, this country seems to be a little too tolerant of that person."

"Is it the Duke of Dresel?" A trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and the emotions on his face were restrained a little. Prince Philip then asked, "What happened?"

"The new CEO, he kept pestering around Montana. I reminded him, but he asked who I was?"

"Can you imagine? As the CEO of the Bureau of Investigation, but I don't know whether it is ignorance or arrogant, but that's it, the pride of the guys of the Bureau of Investigation has been engraved into the bones." He glanced at Prince Philip.

"I'm very worried that Philip, if you accept our enthronement, will you even become the subject of their investigation?"

"I am the prince of Elland!" Philip's face turned stern, "How dare they be the heir to the throne?"

"I hope so." Bishop Yvonne sighed, "I have warned that Henrik to keep him away from Montana. She is the goddess of the church and her identity cannot be violated."

"You did it right." Prince Philip nodded with a gloomy face. According to the agreement, when the enthronement ceremony was officially over, Montana and Berga will be led by him. When Henrik's previous actions, Philip felt a little uncomfortable as a man.

Although he understood that Montana was the goddess of the church and could not touch it even if he was, at least psychologically, he would subconsciously think that this woman controlled by him belonged to him.

So when I heard Montana being entangled, my face was not revealed, but deep down I had already begun to have a lot of opinions about Sigmun, whom I had never met.

Bishop Yvonne mentioned a few simple words, then shifted the topic elsewhere, and the atmosphere began to get harmonious, but she noticed that the young prince of Elland had a little irritable between his eyebrows.

At this moment, the door of the banquet hall opened, and a tall figure with fair skin and red robe opened, and a beautiful and noble figure like a queen walked into the hall.

"It's Princess Charlotte!"
Chapter completed!