The Magic Thief Chapter 22:

The fog covers the whole city, as Franck does this season of the year. This is a sign that the weather is getting warmer.

Similarly, the peace and tranquility in the capital is gradually returning to the past. With the end of the unknown decisive battle in the heavy rain, the turbulence that has lasted for several months has temporarily come to an end.

The death of the Paladin Monstock, with the end of Mr. Lomer's rule of the dark world on the northwest coast, finally there is a satisfactory solution.

All the charges are piled up on this thief leader who runs across the northwest, and everyone is quite satisfied with this solution.

After restoring order, Franck looked unusually prosperous. The most interesting thing is that the Legal Department has never been welcomed by civilians like it is now, and its enthusiasm has even made the Marquis of Farrull and his Down was surprised.

But what surprised them most was the huge wealth that came in. In fact, no matter it was the Marquis de Faroir, the Marquis de Mag, or the businessmen, no one would have thought that this cooperation would be so smooth and give Both of them brought such huge profits.

The goods from the south are constantly being transported to the capital, and specialty products from all over the world are constantly gathering to this wealth center.

The visit of His Royal Highness Prince Derry and that Mr. Eckert successfully conquered the difficult and isolated island of Inge with the gold coin in his hand, adding an unusually bright color to Franck's prosperity.

When dozens of representatives of the most influential family of the English Kingdom arrived at Franck with the return of Mr. Eckert, it almost caused a sensation in the entire city.

For His Majesty the King and Queen, that Mr. Eckert brought them a very significant diplomatic victory, and for the Marquis of Faroul and Marquis, it means adding a very profitable wealth. For businessmen, there is really nothing more popular with them than a procurement group dispatched by a wealthy but closed neighboring country. In their opinion, these large-scale purchasers are second only to the Eckert. Mr.'s greatest man.

In recognition of Mr. Eckert’s achievements, as everyone expected, His Majesty the King and Queen awarded him the title of Lord.

The most interesting thing is that in addition to the Marquis of Faroul and Marquis, the Duke of Auburn and a bunch of heavyweights in the Presbyterian were nominated and guaranteed for Mr. Eckert.

At the same time, all these people tried their best to draw in and show their favor, which is also unique in the history of the Kingdom of France.

But everyone believes that this is a matter of course for Lord Eckert and the young heir to Searthburg.

Those who have the closest ties to the little heir of Sorthburg know more clearly that the little heir of Searthburg simply ignores the infinite scenery in front of them. Those people were also convinced that the young heir of Searthburg didn’t deliberately put on an upright appearance, he didn’t need to express himself deliberately. Almost everyone in the capital believed that this genius boy was far better than any of them. People are much smarter.

The reason why the little heir of Searthburg ignores fame and status is simply because he is a magician, a magician who is obsessed with magic research. In the recent period, the little heir of Surthburg is apparently conducting a very important magic research.

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Ribo is riding his thoroughbred horse, which is well-known throughout the Kingdom of Francis, galloping down the streets of Franck. Because the slight mist made him afraid to speed up.

Although there are few pedestrians and carriages on the street in the morning, Ribo still turns on the lantern hanging in front of the saddle. The dim light is shrouded in the mist, making his figure visible from far away. arrive.

The buildings on both sides of the mist are hazy, like a watercolor painting with light and shadow. Occasionally, a carriage that is also lit with dim fog lights will drive in front of you. Ribo can even see the carriage. When approaching, the mist is separated like sea water.

In the early morning, Frank's gate opened early, and the guards of the Legal Department guarding the gate were full of energy, and they were waiting for the arrival of the young heir of Searthburg.

As usual, after saying hello, Ribo flicked it lightly, and a gold coin drew a beautiful arc and fell into the hands of the leader wearing a gilded helmet and bright armor.

"Lord Earl, the fog is very heavy today, you must be careful to walk." The leader said flatly.

Ribbo is already used to this kind of compliment.

Out of the city gate, the streets and buildings on both sides of the street are very different from those in Franck. The buildings here are extremely crowded. Although the shops on both sides of the street look extremely noisy and messy, they are quite prosperous, everywhere. Pedestrians can be seen walking around, or wandering in the shops, or standing on the side of the road and chatting with acquaintances. All of this seemed so familiar and kind, and Ruibo couldn't help but think of the years he spent in Nangang.

Ribo slowed down the horses, he was waiting, waiting for a friend whom he had just met recently, an old man who had the same extraordinary experience as Mr. Hyde, and one who entered the twilight years of his life with Mr. Hyde, but there are many The old man whose things must be done, an old man who has experienced the same vicissitudes as Mr. Hyde.

Another reason why Ribo is so close to the old man is that the old man can be regarded as the most approachable nobleman he has ever seen.

At the beginning, Ruibo even thought that the old man was a commoner noble like Mr. Hyde. It was only after getting in touch with him that he knew that the old man had the head street of the Viscount and his family had been for generations. Diplomat, although not prosperous, but his family is deeply entrenched in Franck.

In the mist, a rickety figure walked towards here, following a carriage not far behind him.

"Mr. Philo, good morning." Ribo came down from the horse and said hello.

"Hello, let's get to Neil. For my old bone, the damp fog is about to make my parts rust." The old man joked.

Ribo handed the reins to the coachman who followed the old man. The coachman was also a bit older. Judging from his glamorous dress, he was obviously not only the old man's coachman, but perhaps also a personal servant or housekeeper.

Ribo knows the details of some old men. This Viscount Philo has served as a diplomat like Mr. Hyde. Like most diplomats, Viscount Philo has only a few servants who must be trusted at the same time. The facts are For a person who often travels, many servants seem unnecessary, but a useful servant is more precious than anything.

In the eyes of Ruibo, the elderly servant of the old man can obviously be regarded as quite valuable. He should be a good coachman, and it can be seen from his strong physique and strong arms. When the crisis comes, he will definitely be an excellent fighter no less than Ed.

As usual, Ribo followed the old man into a narrow alley next to him. This is probably one of the most inconspicuous corners in the capital. Ruibo is sure that he would never find this place without the guidance of the old man.

The alley is very narrow and can only accommodate two people walking side by side, but it is very deep, extending for several hundred meters. The other end of the alley is connected to a rather prosperous street, but the alley itself is definitely It is not easy to attract the attention of others.

Such a remote alley is full of shops, but it is completely different from shops in other places. Only familiar customers are welcome here.

Walking into a very frugal restaurant, the middle-aged waiter standing in front of the counter nodded and greeted Ruibo and the old man.

"I'm freezing bad, can you give me a glass of sweet wine first?" the old man said.

Without a word, the middle-aged waiter immediately picked up a silver flask and placed it on the alcohol stove next to it.

There were originally two guests in the restaurant. They sat on the seats near the window and chatted. When the old man came in, the two people also said hello.

Ribo knows those two people. In fact, he has met quite a few people here.

In Ruibo's opinion, this humble alley can definitely be called a gathering place for wisdom and art, but people who come here always laugh at themselves, claiming that it is a shelter for the unwilling guys.

As far as Ruibo knows, the facts are indeed as they said. Most of the people who stay here are unwilling people. Just like the two in front of him, the slightly bald, Mr. Forun with a lees nose may be the most authoritative antique appraisal expert in the city, but his sharp eyes are now swollen from excessive drinking, his mind Rarely is able to stay awake. In addition, the tall and thin old man is a collector, and he is one of the best in this circle, but he also has his own lament, and his life is no better than others.

Sitting down beside the two chatting people, the old man immediately joined their topic.

"Has Silev found anything good recently?" the old man asked.

"Oh! Philo, Silev is worrying about this! He may be in real trouble. His ambitious son of a **** is clamoring to sell his favorite collections. "The bald old man sighed and said.

The collector was obviously very depressed, and he poured all the wine in the glass in one gulp.

"Why? There must be some reason." Mr. Philo asked.

"After all, it’s not for money? You should be very clear. Recently everyone has been dreaming the same dream frantically. Everyone has seen a golden mountain in front of them. It's just one of many people who dream of getting rich, and digging into that golden mountain must invest capital, and the more capital, the more benefits you get." The waiter suddenly interrupted, speaking as he shook the wine. There was a clinking sound in the jug and the hip flask.

"Neil, give me another rock candy." The old man listened to the voice inside the flask and ordered.

"Silev, maybe you and your son can back down to each other." The old man said again.

"I have given up. I have given up some of my most cherished collections, but greed is not easy to be satisfied. You should know this very well," Siglio said with a crying face and shook his head.

"Crazy, everyone is crazy. Everyone holds a balance in his hand. One end of the balance is gold, and the other end..." Mr. Forun smiled helplessly: "Everyone will have everything It's all weighed on the gold, family affection and conscience are no longer useful."

As the waiter walked over with his hip flask, he placed the hip flask and a silver shallow-bottomed wine glass in front of the old man, and then sat down on a chair next to him.

"Maybe you are no longer suitable for this world, maybe this world is no longer suitable for you, everything outside is changing, but you can no longer change." The waiter said: "All the people who come here are So."

As he was talking, suddenly a small, thin old man opened the door and walked in, holding a flat thing wrapped in thick oiled paper in his hand.

"I found another painting?" Forun asked, opening his puffy eyes, guessing that the old man came to him.

"Oh! You guessed it right. It depends on how lucky I am. Recently, many people in the capital are willing to sell the treasures that they usually can't see. This is simply great." The little old man said excitedly : "Hurry up and help me identify it."

Speaking of the little old man, he took apart the oil paper and saw that the thick oil paper was wrapped in a very delicate small portrait.

"The portrait of Mrs. Charleton in Topini, this is definitely a rare treasure, I hope it is not a fake or a stolen stolen item." Forun took the painting and looked at it with wide eyes.

"It's definitely not stolen loot. The person who sold this painting has all the documents to prove it." said the little old man.

"What documents can't be forged? You're not in this business anymore, don't you even know this?" Forun said disapprovingly.

"Okay, dear Furun, help me identify if this is a fake. I can't afford the loss that a fake may bring to me, whether it is a loss of money or reputation. "The little old man said.

"I see, you dirty broker, art dealer." Forun said with a smile: "The remuneration is the same as usual, is it okay?"

The little old man took out a purse from his pocket and threw it on the table and said, "This is half. You will hand over the certificate to me on Monday, and I will settle the other half with you."

Fulun did not reach for the purse. The waiter took the purse. He poured out the silver coins and counted them, then nodded and said: "The credit for the first two months is considered to be settled. Up."

"He will be able to settle all his credits soon, because I have to do a few business deals recently." The little old man said triumphantly.

"By the way, Silev, I heard that you want to sell your collection. I can sell you a good price. For the friendship between you and me, I only charge half of the reward." Said the old man.

Silev didn't say a word, his face even more gloomy.

"Well, I haven't said that just now." The little old man said quickly.

"Filo, how are your two sons now, are they still causing you trouble all day?" the old man asked.

"My troubles are similar to those of Silev. They don’t know what really should be cherished. They only know the immediate benefits. But compared with Silev, I still have some prestige in their eyes. They dare not go against my will." The old man took a sip of the sweet wine and said slowly.

"My Lord Viscount, that's because you can easily sweep the rebellious sons out of the house. They will lose everything, their reputation, status, and the right to inherit the title. In their eyes, you are the king and **** who rules everything. But Silev No, as long as you fill the hands of any clerk next to the judge with gold coins, the court will rule that Silev's claims against his son are invalid." The little old man said hastily.

"But, isn't there a younger generation beside you who satisfies you?" Fulun pointed to Ruibo and asked, "Is he your grandson or nephew?"

"Well, I really hope to have such an outstanding heir, but it's a pity that he is the grandson of an old friend of mine." Viscount Philo said with a shrug.

"Anyway, you have no plans to retire, and you are not old enough to consider an heir." Silev said with a sigh.

"That's true. I still have some things that I haven't finished. I have worked my life for all of this. Even if I look at it, I want to see the results of my life's hard work." The old man said deeply and far away, his eyes staring. In the distance, his will also seemed to fly to that distant place.

"What is the use of the end result of your hard work for people like you and me? Are you planning to take your achievements to the grave?" Silev asked, and suddenly he sighed again. He sighed and stood up slowly from his seat and said, "Sooner or later, everything belongs to my son. Even if I prevent him from selling my collections now, after I die, will my son keep them as a souvenir? ?"

"You finally understand." The little old man said excitedly.

Silev's face was full of loneliness, and he walked straight out of the restaurant, his rickety back looked so lonely and sad.

"What about me?" the old man said to himself.

"Everyone will have their own choice. Silev cherishes his collection. His son values ​​the opportunities in front of him. I only care about the wine in the glass in his hand. Gao En is busy with his brokerage business all day long. , Neil guards this broken shop, everyone has their own way of life." Forun said with a wink of those muddy eyes, and said that he buried his head in the painting. After all, this is him. His work is the source of his income.

The old man was silent, and Ribo did the same.

In fact, this is where this alley gives him the deepest impression.

In the beginning, in his opinion, everyone here can become prosperous with a little help from him. Everyone here is not incompetent. But after getting along for a long time, Ruibo found that the people who stay here may not be interested in improving their lives.

As Forren said, everyone has their own way of life, and the people here are even more so.

Ribo couldn't help thinking about his own way of life. This was a major proposition that he had never thought carefully about.

What kind of life does he want to choose?

Pursuing the endless magical world, looking for the treasures buried in that world?

Ribo was stunned to find that he hadn't had the real consciousness of becoming a magician before this.

Continue to be the lord of Sirthburg?

Although there is an agreement between Mr. Hyde and Old Miss Medin, he knows that Old Miss Medin now hopes that he can continue to play this role.

Ribo feels more and more confused. In addition to his thirst for knowledge and longing for adventure, which are still the origins of the life he strives to pursue, he is indeed unsure of his direction.

Perhaps for him, there are too many things that must be done.

Just like Mr. Hyde and Mr. Philo.

Mr. Hyde must guard his Southport. It is a dream he has worked hard throughout his life and his childhood continues to this day.

For Viscount Philo, Ribo is not very clear. He only knows that Viscount Philo also has a dream in his heart, and he has also struggled for this dream for a lifetime. He wanted to realize his dream in his lifetime, but his future was full of difficulties and obstacles. Another thing he regretted was that he did not have a suitable heir.

This is the regret that the greatest person has ever possessed. The wise and powerful Majesty the fifth has created countless miracles and established countless great achievements in his life, but he also left a deep Deep regret. His heir, the deposed VI His Majesty, is probably the worst king in the history of the Kingdom of France.

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Ribo was puzzled by the profound proposition until he saw the lonely castle from a distance.

From here, the tower does not appear very high, but no one knows the magic of the tower better than Ribo.

Since the catastrophic horse racing event, this castle has always been used as the king’s residence, and it has been extremely tightly guarded. The surrounding area of ​​the castle is guarded by paladins who are absolutely loyal to the king. The call of the Supreme Majesty, ordinary people can't get close here at all.

Ribo is one of the few people who can freely enter and exit the castle. Apart from him, it is not a trusted minister like the Marquis of Faroul, or the strength of the cabinet. A person, or a courtier like Rabell who directly obeys His Majesty the King.

However, unlike other ministers who visited this castle, every paladin knew that this genius boy was not interested in the health of His Majesty the King, but that the ordinary people on the top of the tower could not understand it. Treasure.

As usual, Ribo went straight up to the tower. Even now, he tried to avoid appearing too close to Her Majesty the Queen, although the great wizard opened Mildit’s mighty power to make it difficult for any magic to see inside. People's every move, but Ribo is very worried that the two horrible wizards have put their own eyes in the palace.

The loyalty of the guards in the court can easily be bought by Huang Chengcheng's gold coins.

The only safe place in this old castle is the tower. Most of the time, the stairs of that tower are daunting. The stairs that extend for nearly ten kilometers and spiral upwards are the only ones who have the courage. Rely on your feet to conquer it.

Ribo tried once, but he gave up after climbing one-third.

This tower will only become easy to climb at a few specific times of the day.

It's completely different from what other people imagined. During the long hours of staying on the top of the tower every day, there is nothing for Ribo to do.

The so-called magic research is just a lie to deceive people. Ribo spends most of the time on the top of the tower to practice martial arts. Since seeing the decisive battle between the two killer kings, he has come more and more. The more I feel that the gap between myself and them is so big. And the two scars that Mr. Die left on his body also warned him all the time that he had been so close to death.

Practicing long sword stabs for a while, and threw two more throwing knives. Perhaps it was because Fulun's remarks made him feel annoyed again, and Ribo couldn't take interest.

At this moment, suddenly he heard a light footstep on the stairs.

No one will come to interrupt his research, Ribo knows this very well. Just when Ruibo felt strange, the door opened gently, and the majesty the queen with great beauty came in gently.

Different from the past, Her Majesty the Queen wore a palace ceremony dress. The dignified and elegant shape, coupled with the fine embroidery of gold threads, is indeed extraordinary. The skirt is like a church bell, piled up with the most luxurious silk. Layers of folds look so graceful and luxurious.

"Your Majesty, you are too risky." Rebo said in surprise.

"Earl Meding, have you forgotten the agreement between us?" Her Majesty the Queen said with a smile. She did not close the door and kept looking at the steps leading to the door.

Suddenly a "quack" sounded so faintly that it was almost inaudible, and the stairs returned to their daunting length.

"No one will bother us now." Her Majesty the Queen said, looking around.

The arrangement on the top of the tower really disappointed her. There was nothing but a test table and a chair.

"Your Majesty, don’t you think this is too risky for you and me? No one notices that you have been away for so long. What if your Majesty becomes aware of this? You Haven't you thought about this?" Ruibo asked nervously.

"Oh, my lovely little lover, no one will notice that I am not in the study. Just like no one dares to disturb your research, I also forbid others to disturb me while I am reading, not to mention, today My excuse for shutting myself in the study is to calculate the reported court expenses. This is a job that requires quiet and patience, so we have time." Her Majesty the Queen said with a smile, even with a hint of mischief. mean.

"What if a minister has something important to report to you?" Ribo asked again.

"Earl Meding, you just want to avoid the agreement between us! What are you worried about you losing?" Her Majesty the Queen said solemnly.

"Perhaps, you think of me as a lustful woman, yes, you must think so, because when I married His Majesty the King, his age has made him unable to do well in some aspects, you must think I need a strong and powerful boy to satisfy my hunger and thirst in bed, is this right?" the queen said coldly.

"Your Majesty, I have never dared to imagine your Majesty as a lascivious woman." Ruibo said with trepidation.

"I once told the Lord Earl frankly how important it is to have a baby for my current situation. It is not only the cornerstone of a strong position, but also a guarantee of firm confidence." Her Majesty the Queen turned to Ruibo Take a few steps and slowly say: "And it will also help to gain your loyalty."

While speaking, Her Majesty the Queen gently unbuttoned the waistband.

Ribo was so surprised that the long skirt could be easily taken off from the waist.

"This is the wisdom of a woman, a cunning wisdom." Her Majesty the Queen clearly saw the surprise in Ribo's heart.

Speaking, Her Majesty the Queen sat on a chair. This was the only tool she could find that could replace the bed. The test table was definitely not in her consideration.

Just a moment ago, the Queen was still rigorously defending the necessity for her to do so, as if all this was a choice driven by interests, and she was definitely not a frivolous and licentious woman.

However, Her Majesty the Queen’s heart was extremely shaken about this. Since she heard the wailing of Mi Li on the bed, she often couldn't help but use herself in the depths of consciousness to replace Mi Li to bear the terrible Hell-like suffering.

Her Majesty the Queen also knows that most of the ladies and noble ladies in the court also hope to be prisoners crying under the horrible and evil "torture" of the heirs of Surthborough, this little sinful idea Torture everyone's will.

Before the young heir to Surthburg arrived in the capital, rumors about his special hobby had spread throughout the capital.

Perhaps at that time, she was looking forward to seeing the legendary murder weapon one day, and experiencing the rare bravery and madness.

But this will always be hidden in the deepest part of her heart as a secret, and what she does must be hidden under the political needs.

Her Majesty the Queen gently unfastened the belt for the boy in front of her.

She has heard the rumors about male waiters. This is not a new topic in the capital. Several of her close friends are raising male waiters who are used to satisfy their hungry needs. These male waiters are without exception young and beautiful teenagers, and without exception, they have strong energy and brilliant skills.

His Majesty the Queen sometimes even wondered whether the original identity of the little heir to Surthburg was exactly the same as those of the male servants. There is really no more suitable person than letting a little male waiter pretend to be a descendant of a certain **** demon family.

When Her Majesty the Queen tasted the passionate kiss, she was almost absolutely certain of her judgment, because all of this felt exactly the same as her close friend had told her.

These teenagers who have been trained since childhood to satisfy the hard-to-fill hopes of the ladies, these boys who are used as tools for pleasure-seeking, all have a clear understanding of every sensitive part of the woman’s body Chu. They are undoubtedly all experts in this area, and the experts' methods are inevitably somewhat the same, because for them, there is only one method that is the most correct, and there is also only one method that is the most effective.

Her Majesty the Queen felt the intense joy that the only correct and effective method brought to her. This is a very novel feeling, a feeling that can almost destroy his will.

She now understands why her close friends can't help themselves once they become addicted to it. Because the time spent with these devilish little boys is far happier than staying in heaven.

The Queen believed that if **** was like this, no one would hope to be saved by the gods.

Suddenly an unusually strong shock hit her, as if she was swept away by a rolling torrent in an instant, and as if the soul had fled into the air without the body. This kind of inconspicuous feeling made her feel deeply panicked, because she had never had this feeling before, and at the same time, she was deeply fascinated by this feeling. She worried that she would never be able to get rid of the pursuit of this kind of happiness, and This is so dangerous for her. In the history of the Kingdom of France, no king has been guillotined, but there are many examples of the queen's head being cut off.

When everything returned to calm, Her Majesty the Queen realized that for the little heir of Searthburg, almost nothing happened just now. Looking at those magical hands, looking at the flexible and deadly one. Tongue, Her Majesty the Queen has affirmed the original identity of the young man in front of him.

But she doesn't intend to expose all of this, because it is no longer necessary.

The Queen even wondered whether she could make the young man in front of her a male waiter for her private agency, just like those of her close friends.

Maybe this little selfishness is not difficult to do, and maybe the little heir of Surthburg will also be willing to maintain their alliance in this way.

"It's time to perform your duties." Her Majesty the Queen said leisurely.

"Your Majesty, one step further is the crime of treason." Ribo said with a frown.

"This country needs you to use actual actions to save. As my subject, you must take up arms. This is my will." Her Majesty the Queen said with a smile.

"I sincerely await your majesty's dispatch." Rui Bo said with a smile, his body sank, and finally fulfilled the promise he and the queen had agreed upon with his practical actions.

Ribo can indeed feel that the alliance between them is so close. Obviously, as the Queen said, His Majesty has been unable to do so in some respects.

Through in-depth understanding, the young heir of Searthburg quickly figured out the depth of the Queen's Majesty. Using the techniques Freila taught him, Ribo's understanding of the Queen is even better than she herself.

The only thing that Ruibo regrets is that the coat that seems to be like a chain armor, because it is a special ceremony, so the chest is tightly closed, although this makes Her Majesty the Queen look dignified and elegant, more Possessing a touch of distinctive majesty, but this top is absolutely helpless to display his masterful skills learned from Miss Freila.

In desperation, Ribo had to focus on the southern territory of her Majesty the Queen.

At this moment, her Majesty Queen had already been hit by waves of joy. Suddenly she felt that the young heir to Surthburg was gently unbuttoning the pearl necklace on her neck.

The little boy was so presumptuous, and her Majesty the Queen could not help being surprised, because she knew very well what the little heir of Searthburg wanted to do. She had already learned from Mili and the court ladies who had served Mili that the little boy was very proficient in the special function of necklaces, and for women, that was undoubtedly the key to hell.

Mi Li's miserable life began with that chain of necklaces.

However, Her Majesty the Queen is looking forward to seeing the **** scenery under the leadership of this little boy.

In her opinion, Mili is far from mature enough, she is still indulged in illusory love and romance, and she has no idea what happiness is for a woman.

A hoarse scream echoed above the tower, and Ribo subconsciously stroked the Queen’s mouth. He was not sure whether the people below would hear the scream.

The fierceness of the Queen’s reaction was obviously beyond his expectations, but Ribo did not intend to stop the interesting game he was playing. He gently grabbed one end of the necklace...

The queen now finally understands why the scripture says that **** was created for women. Similarly, she finally understood why for Mi Li, **** made her so scared and missed so much. This unforgettable feeling was indeed unforgettable. Her Majesty the Queen felt that she was more and more addicted to the feeling of suffering in this hell.

It is undeniable that this underage boy is the cruelest devil. He doesn't show any mercy to women's screams and wailing, and the instruments of torture he possesses are even more terrifying, as if he is in charge of the power of life and death. He is an expert in torture, knows every weakness in a woman, and knows how to squeeze every bit of energy from the victim.

When everything calmed down, the queen had forgotten how many times she woke up from a coma, and she couldn't remember how many times she thought she would die in that happy hell.

"I think these should be enough." Ribo gently held up the Queen's body, so that the life essence injected into the body would not flow down.

"Have you thought about how to get back to the study?" Ribo asked, and he suddenly thought of this terrible thing.

Seeing the trance of Her Majesty the Queen, Ribo began to regret it a bit. It was a bit crazy just now, so crazy that he even forgot the identity of the woman in front of him. Unlike Freila and Mili, the woman in front of her is after all her Majesty the Queen, a figure standing on the peak of power.

"You are finally scared." Her Majesty the Queen finally recovered some consciousness, and she said weakly: "Don't worry, there is a secret path that leads directly to the study."

"Can you walk around by yourself?" Ribo asked softly.

The answer to him was that his thigh was severely twisted. In the past, this was a patent only enjoyed by Miss Freila. Although Miss Milli was expensive as a marquise, she never dared to be so presumptuous.

"You have to move me down carefully, and I will play the next scenes by myself." The queen twisted again and said.

"I'm really worried about how to fool your Majesty the King if you are really pregnant." Ribo asked softly.

"You don't need to worry about this, I will naturally arrange it properly. All you have to do is come and accompany me every day." Her Majesty the Queen stroked Ribo's hair gently and said.

"Listen to your Majesty's dispatch." Ribo quipped.

"But you were too presumptuous just now. We didn't originally have any additions in our covenant." Her Majesty the Queen pretended to say solemnly, but the smile on her mouth made the solemn atmosphere disappear.

"Originally, it didn't exist. Do you need to add this part now?" Ribo asked in a soft voice, approaching Her Majesty's ears. As he said, he gently dangled Her Majesty's earlobe with his mouth and slowly licked it. This was a game Freila often played.

"You unscrupulous little devil, how can I refuse your request?" Her Majesty the Queen said with a gleeful smile, as if she had suddenly returned to the girlhood of the year.

"Since I am the devil, do you want to form an alliance with me?" Ribo asked.

"Isn’t it becoming fashionable to form an alliance with the devil in the capital, and to deal with the devil?" Her Majesty the Queen said with a tired voice: "Even the English people can hardly resist the temptation of the devil and gold coins."

Listening to her Majesty the Queen mentioning those English people, Ribo's expression became serious. Although they had won all-round victory in that decisive battle, the underworld king who was in the northwest disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people, which cannot be said to be not a great hidden danger.

Ribo always remembered what Freila said to him: "If there is no conclusive evidence that Lomel is dead, no one among his enemies will be able to sleep peacefully."

"What are you worried about?" Her Majesty the Queen is a very sensitive figure, and the slightest change in Ruibo's expression immediately caught her attention.

"I'm worried about the whereabouts of Mr. Lommel." Ribo said with a sigh.

"Do you want me to send a Paladin to protect you?" Her Majesty the Queen asked, gently stroking Ruibo's forehead, which made Ruibo feel extremely warm.

"Your Majesty’s kindness is appreciated, but unless the Paladin is guarded by the group all day long, otherwise old foxes like Lomer will always find a chance to assassinate. Dealing with these people hidden in the dark, Saint The knight is not very efficient." Ribo said gently, rubbing the plump square inch of the ground. This is his warm return to Her Majesty the Queen, and this is also what he often does to Miss Freila.

Like Miss Freila, Her Majesty the Queen obviously likes this kind of strange caress very much. She is curled up comfortably like a cat, looking at the little heir of Surthburg with wintry eyes.