Prince and I in Desert Island

As soon as Arthur's voice fell, I heard a bold and arrogant laugh.    

Along with the laughter, a middle-aged man suddenly emerged from the white area. He was wearing a leather tights, and there was not a single piece of fabric on his exaggerated tight-fitting jeans other than his pockets. He wore a wide-brimmed Mexican felt hat, a shiny Winchester rifle slung over his shoulder, and a cartridge belt.    

He wore high leather boots adorned with bayonets, and around his neck was a brightly colored bandanna.    

He had his back to us and was posing as a western cowboy.    

From the side, it was possible to see that he was wearing sunglasses.    

My first impression of him was that he was weird and a little sharp-eyed.    

"Uncle Red Hair is getting cooler and cooler! He's becoming more and more stylish!" Arthur held back his laughter and said against his will.    

"Is it just cool?" The sharp man had his back to us as he said this, and suddenly he reached into his pocket.    

I stepped back and looked at him nervously. I thought he was going to pull out a revolver, but instead he pulled a small mirror from his pocket and admired himself from all angles. He nodded in satisfaction and returned the mirror to his pocket gracefully.    

"Of course, in addition to being cool, Uncle Red Hair is also very special …" Arthur hesitated to speak.    

"Especially what?" The sharp man turned around and asked Arthur expectantly.    

I saw his straight face, a standard square face with thick eyebrows and large eyes, and a pair of very mismatched sunglasses that covered most of his face.    

"What's special? "Hurry up and speak, you stinking brat." That middle-aged man asked anxiously when he saw Arthur didn't speak.    

"Uncle Red Hair is especially handsome?" Arthur couldn't help but laugh.    

"Uncle Arthur didn't misjudge you. You're an honest child, but Uncle isn't the type to be proud of your looks, temperament, and type!" The middle-aged man said calmly, without a hint of redness on his face.    

I thought to myself, who gave him this confidence? At most, he was a muscular man, but he was no match for a handsome man.    

"Uncle Red Hair is just a low-profile person. There's an inner meaning to it, a special gentleman." Arthur continued to say against his will.    

"Arthur, since childhood, I've always liked you and taken care of you. "You child, you're just a bit ugly, but I've never given up on you, because you dare to speak the truth. You have to continue to maintain this extremely good look, don't let uncle down!" The middle-aged man spoke with a straight face.    

He had the nerve to say that Arthur was ugly, and I found him particularly fond of being praised. I couldn't help but wonder how this self-deceiving person could possibly be a member of the tall and mysterious organization of the Miller Corps.    

Listening to their conversation, I was speechless. One of them kept saying something against his will while the other didn't know what he was talking about. The middle-aged man seemed to have known Arthur from a long time ago, even as a child.    

His hair is black, I don't know why I call him the Red-Haired Ghost King, but I feel like the title of the Red-Haired Ghost King has nothing to do with him at all.    

"Uncle Red Hair, I came here this time to ask for your help …" Arthur opened his mouth and said.    

"No problem, just what gift did you bring me?" The middle-aged man asked before Arthur finished speaking, his face full of expectation.    

"Uncle Red Hair, I …" Arthur didn't know how to answer, because he hadn't prepared any gifts at all.    

"Uncle, this is a gift that Arthur prepared for you."    

The one who spoke was the Little Princess, Wang Yao. She was holding a small bottle in her hand.    

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a particularly delicate bottle of perfume. I thought it must be a limited edition, custom-made perfume.    

"You are?" The middle-aged man looked curiously at Wang Yao.    

"Who is she, Arthur? "How come I've never seen him before?" The middle-aged man asked Arthur without waiting for Wang Yao's reply.    

"Uncle Red Hair, she's the divine doctor of China who treated our family's eyes, Wang Yao." Arthur's mind flashed as he spoke to the middle-aged man.    

"Is the little girl's eyes still not recovered? I haven't seen her in a long time. " The middle-aged man said with a pitying expression.    

If he dared to call her a lass, it meant that he had a good relationship with her. He treated her like an elder and not like one of her subordinates.    

"Yes, the head of the Ina family hasn't completely recovered his eyes. It's all thanks to this Godly Doctor Wang Yao, the head of the family can see a little now …" Arthur said calmly. When he said this, his eyes looked all around him, as if he hadn't let out any panic at all.    

"Little girl, this is a gift you gave me right? Arthur is a cruel and unscrupulous person. He never prepared a present for me and is always begging me with his white face …" The middle-aged man said while looking at Wang Yao.    

"I prepared it for Uncle. "I feel that Uncle's temperament is especially suitable for this top quality Royal Dignity No.1 perfume. This perfume can make Uncle more stylish and more connotation …" Wang Yao sweetly said.    

It had to be said that Wang Yao was someone that everyone loved, and her small mouth was especially sweet.    

"Little girl, you really know how to talk. If anything happens, I'll cover for you. Whoever dares to bully you will be going against Miller's army." The middle-aged man said emotionally.