The Magic Thief Chapter 7:

The escape from the desperate situation made every survivor really excited for a while, but they soon discovered that it was quite a distance from the bustling town.

Although someone suggested to spend the night in the farmhouse at the foot of the mountain, seeing the injuries on the body of Princess Xia, and the other princess who was frightened and looked a little insane, for the time being The suggestions for trimming were immediately rejected by everyone.

The wound on the old magician's head had already been bandaged, and the blood-stained robe had been thrown away. One of the knights took off his clothes and put on the old magician.

The old magician who has lost too much blood is also a sick person who must receive special care.

Fortunately, the majestic knight borrowed a dilapidated carriage from a nearby farmhouse. This was originally a tool used by the owner of the house to transport firewood, but at the moment there are three wounded who need to be taken care of by others. .

The work of taking care of the wounded naturally fell on Miss Freila.

Looking at the scene of her taking care of everyone, Ribo seemed to once again see Miss Stett who was like a saint in the minds of these orphans.

How much he wants to sit on the carriage too, how much he hopes that he also has one or two wounds on his body, so that he can legitimately accept Freila's meticulous care and enjoy the warmth that once intoxicated him.

It's a pity that he is obviously the most intact among all the survivors except for the killer king Kellle.

The only scar on his body is the scratch on the back of his hand when he accidentally slipped down while holding the two young ladies on the rock just now.

The prince temporarily acted as the duty of the groom, and being able to sit on the carriage is obviously the most beautiful messenger for everyone who is exhausted at this moment.

These tired-looking people in ragged clothes walked down the sparsely populated avenue with their heads down.

The joy of surviving from the edge of death has now been replaced by the mourning for my companions.

Looking at the less than twenty people slowly following the carriage, Ruibo could hardly imagine the scene when Frank came out of the capital.

Such a mighty brigade disappeared in a moment.

This is the true power possessed by the magician, and Ribo understands why in a thousand years, no king has ever used this mountain range as a breakthrough to invade an enemy country.

Why the famous generals of the past are willing to choose the open northern plains as the battlefield for cruel fights and fights.

Obviously, this is not the dignity of a knight or the pursuit of an upright fighting style, but because no one is willing to risk the annihilation of the entire army and enter this Jedi where there is no room for retreat and can only watch their own death.

In this lofty mountain, in this place full of crises, the power of the magician is the most powerful and difficult to contend.

Ribo is very fortunate that he is a magician, and he has seen the real power possessed by a magician, and he is even more determined to pursue that powerful ultimate power.

Walking on the sparsely populated avenue, listening to the sounds of cattle and sheep in the fields on both sides of the road, listening to the yelling and shouting sounds of the river in the distance, and the heavy horns of the tracker, Rui Bo felt a strange bleak.

This is the first day he entered the kingdom of Derry.

This was the first step in his journey.

I didn't expect it to be so thrilling at the beginning.

This experience of escaping from the dead is probably no less than Mr. Hyde's adventure to the far east.

Along the way, they passed a lot of farmhouses, which were scattered all over this vast land.

Every time they passed a piece of farmhouse, the knights went in and "searched", finally getting everyone in the carriage.

These simple carriages drove on the road.

In this summer season, the sun at noon is particularly venomous.

Although everyone here was drenched by the splashing water just now, under the baking of the hot sun, they all quickly dried out

Being drowsy by the scorching sun, Ribo felt in a daze that the people on the avenue gradually became denser.

Almost every carriage that passed by pointed at them, and it was obvious that their line was quite eye-catching.

On these three carriages, there are not only beautiful and charming young ladies, but also people with majestic looks, strong bodies, and long swords on their waists.

The carriage walked a long distance under the gaze of the pedestrians on both sides, and finally saw a church steeple pierced into the sky among the cols surrounded by mountains.

For Ruibo, this architectural style is no stranger to him. He was once intoxicated by these grid-style styles and the magnificent buildings with sharp roofs like swords.

However, in his memory, the French people who like fashion and pursue classics seem to prefer huge, luxurious and noble domes instead of these sharp, straight-up buildings.

As the carriage got closer and closer, Ruibo was finally able to see this quiet town hidden among the mountains.

Whether it is Southport or Surthburg, this frugal town is obviously incomparable. In fact, in terms of scale and prosperity, it seems that this town is far behind Riding.

However, Ruibo faintly felt a classic and deep atmosphere in this ordinary small town.

This obviously made Ruibo deeply puzzled, because the history of the Kingdom of Delizhi could never be longer than that of the Kingdom of France.

This small town has undoubtedly gone through a long period of time. The flat stairs paved with granite slabs in front of the small town have become shining light because of the tempering of the years.

The countless small cracks seem to tell passers-by the long history of this small town.

There are not many magnificent buildings above the town, and the lattice-style church may be the only one that can be called magnificent.

Like the rural farmhouses I just saw from the mountainside, this small town is full of houses of different styles.

The houses were built so crowded that the streets seemed extremely narrow.

However, the combination of these narrow streets and buildings of different styles reveals a strong antique flavor.

In addition, there is the two-meter-high wall made of white rocks that surrounds the town and extends halfway up the mountain, as well as the wall built on the side and top of the mountain, hidden among the trees. Yoyo reveals a simple old fortress with a wall and roof, which also adds a trace of the vicissitudes of life to this small town.

The simple but beautiful small stone arch bridge blends with the surrounding scenery, just like a beautiful pastoral landscape.

Ribo is even more amazed that although this small town is crowded, it is full of greenery everywhere.

Although the houses on both sides have been built so that there is only a very narrow path left in the street, the residents of the small town are willing to leave a place for those towering old trees to survive.

Walking slowly and cautiously along the narrow street, in this town, it seems to have entered the forest.

The tree canopy that covered the sky covered many low houses, and the green branches gently draped over the eaves and porches.

In this lush greenery, Ruibo suddenly feels the rich taste of the quaint and tranquility of this small town.

Slowly walk along the crooked, narrow street full of cobblestones.

The small restaurants, small bars, and small shops on both sides that are close at hand deeply attracted Ruibo.

There is a world of difference between this place and Nangang, and the shops and restaurants here are not at all ostentatious.

The shops' facades are all extremely narrow, except for a short three-foot-long counter, there is only one pinch that allows people to pass sideways.

The carriage stopped at the door of a small hotel.

Ribo felt very strange how the prince was able to find this hotel.

This hotel is located in a narrow and deep alley. It is very secluded here. A huge banyan tree in front of the door gives it a sense of simplicity and tranquility.

A slender wooden diversion channel led the spring on the mountainside to a small pond in front of the door.

The slender spring hits the surface of the pond with ding ding dong dong, as if a small waterfall hangs, the green moss and the ancient banyan tree in front of the door are just in harmony, making this place It is more quiet and peaceful.

Everything was left to the knights to take care of, and Ribo and Miss Freila went straight into the guest room prepared for them.

This frugal hotel is not spacious, so the rooms are a bit cramped.

Except for a bed, there is only a table beside the bed. On the table is a white pottery kettle and a copper basin.

Ribo feels very cordial for this arrangement, and it feels like returning to his original home in Nangang when he arrives here.

A row of nails were nailed against the wall on the west side, which were hooks for hanging clothes.

There is not even a chair in the room, but there is a rather unique garden behind this small and simple guest room.

Everyone who lives in the small town seems to be a brilliant gardener.

A variety of colorful plants are randomly planted in the garden, but the high and low arrangement and the harmonious and wonderful color matching make the ordinary plants that can be seen everywhere on the roadside have an artistic beauty.

Several rattan chairs, coupled with a double hanging chair, obviously this place is quite suitable for young couples to have a rendezvous with mian, and it is also very suitable for gatherings and chats, as if it is completely isolated from the world.

Seeing all this, Ruibo felt puzzled. In his impression, Delizhiren should have been a sturdy, rugged, wild and heroic nation instead of what he saw before him. Delicate and full of artistic temperament.

"Close the curtains, okay? I hope you can massage me. This accident has added unprecedented scars to my body. If these scars can't disappear completely, I want you to pay high for it. Compensation." Freila's greasy yin broke the tranquility here.

Ribo can't do anything about this lady's sometimes messy things.

His past guilt and deep love made him impossible to refuse.

He smiled and walked towards Freila, who was already lying on the bed comfortably.

Helping Freila to take off his clothes is a job that Ribo is already familiar with, and he is also very happy to do this kind of interesting work.

But at this moment, he didn't have the mood of abusive play in the past. He carefully checked every wound on Freila's body.

There are large abrasions on the back and arms, bruises and purple marks can be seen everywhere, and there are even stains of blood on many wounds that penetrate under the epidermis. Seeing all this makes Ruibo Distressed.

He quickly poured the water in the kettle into the copper basin, but only then did he discover that there were no towels in the room.

"As far as I know, the tongue is the best tool to soothe the wound and make it heal quickly, and saliva is the magic medicine to keep the wound from leaving scars." Freila, lying naked on the bed, jokingly lightly Said with a smile.

Hearing Freila's hint, Ribo immediately jumped onto the frugal bed.

The magic cloak was thrown aside by his hand, and the jacket was thrown on the ground.

For Ruibo, the job at this moment was originally a game he had been very familiar with in the past, but at this moment, there is a touch of comfort and sweetness in addition to the game and enjoyment.

The little boy who has been trained by Freila has an extremely flexible tongue, and the studious disciple knows every sensitive part of the teacher who taught him these skills.

And the most perfect treatment in the legend obviously has a real magical effect.

At least at this moment, Freila has completely forgotten the pain from the wound, and she has been intoxicated by the wonderful feeling.

This was something she had never felt before, and she even wondered to herself whether she would often get a little hurt in the future.

Unconsciously, Ribo's tongue has slipped into the place he is most familiar with.

Here is the heaven that exists for him, and it has a fatal attraction for him.

The very skilful licking lightly caused Freila to smile again and again, she suddenly said with a tired voice: "You cunning bad guy, I asked you to help me heal the wound, but did not allow you to taste Delicious. You must pay enough for this."

"I will use all my strength to give you the most'deep' massage. I am more willing to dedicate my most noble essence to you." Ruibo has already become under the teaching of Freila. An expert in rhetoric, he also said with a chuckle.

"I definitely don't allow you to touch my wounds--" Freila apparently had acquiesced, and she gently lifted up her plump and fatty buttocks.

"I will let you completely forget the painful troubles." Ribo said with great certainty. He smiled and gently held the wonderful artwork and knelt behind Freila.

For a while, this simple and small room was filled with beautiful scenery.

The soft "pop" sound is like the beautiful sound of rain hitting the bananas.

The thin "creaking" sound is the groan of craziness that the simple wooden bed can't bear.

This heart-pounding sound continued until the sunset.

The little heir of Surthburg, who got out of the bed contentedly, looked bright.

Freila is still tilting her hips high, her face full of sullen expression after being moisturized by the rain.

"I plan to go to the front restaurant to see what to eat. Would you like to order something?" Ribo asked.

"My stomach is full of things, I just want to digest them all." Freila said with a smile.

Ribo walked to the head of the bed, he gently stroked his beautiful snow-white round buttocks, sighed and said, "That's how you want to be pregnant?"

Freila was silent for a while, and after a while, she said leisurely: "I am so envious of Miss Randy's appearance! You can't even imagine that pregnancy and children are for a woman. , What's the meaning."

"As far as I know, many noble daughters in Franck don't want to be pregnant. They are more willing to enjoy the extreme joy without restraint." Ribo said with a light smile.

"That’s because they haven’t tasted the real happiness and beauty, so they are still intoxicated looking for excitement. I’m tired of playing all kinds of games, and I have tasted the most wonderful taste from you. , I have almost everything. For me, the only thing I can't get is a wealth that is completely mine-a baby that is bred and grown in my body." Freila said softly.

Ribbo was speechless by these words, and he didn't know how to answer.

"If you go for a meal, you might as well bring me a plate of fried sausages. The sausages are one of the most famous specialties here, and they taste pretty good." Freila said with a chuckle.

This slight smile completely dispelled the melancholy that had been coiled in Ribo's heart just now.

Locking the door to the room so that no one would disturb Miss Freila, Ribo walked through the narrow and dark corridor towards the dining room.

This restaurant in front of the hotel is obviously also very old.

Maybe because of people coming and going, the wall skin has peeled off in pieces. On the roof and the wall, there are dusty garlic, bacon, and the string of sausages that Freila just mentioned. There was a strong smell of bacon in the air.

A dim oil lamp hung in the middle of the restaurant, six wicks pointing in each direction, spit out the big yellow light.

On one side wall of the dining room are these clumsy pieces of wooden furniture. The styles of these pieces of furniture are simple, with almost no patterns.

The round dining tables and the wicker chairs placed next to the dining table are also ancient and simple, as if they are filled with a strong historical atmosphere.

All this made Ribo, who had just escaped from the edge of death, felt a rare peace of mind.

For Ruibo, who has already experienced a lot of prosperity and saw the hustle and bustle of big cities, there is obviously a different charm here.

The owner of the inn personally brought a candlestick, and the dark wrinkled and primitive face was filled with a thick smile.

"When I was young, I was as strong and energetic as you." The shopkeeper said with a smile.

Ribo Weiwei froze for a moment. Although he could fully understand what the shopkeeper said in a thick southern accent, he couldn't understand the meaning of these words for a while.

But when he looked at the shopkeeper's strange eyes with a hint of warm, he immediately understood that what the shopkeeper was referring to was obviously that he and Freila had entangled Mian in the room just now.

"You and your companions should be a group of great masters, what do you want to come? Although I can't say that I have everything here, it will definitely make you very satisfied." The shopkeeper said.

"I want to taste the sausages here, the rest is up to you." Ruibo also said in Delizhiyu. Although his mastery of Delizhiyu is not as proficient and pure as Xibai, it is simple The conversation still doesn't bother him.

The shopkeeper obviously did not hear the foreign accent of the young man in front of him, so he retired with joy.

After a while, a beautiful waitress in a white silk shirt and black skirt came over with a huge wooden plate in her hand.

Her face was red and simple, and she smiled and brought out a plate of thinly sliced ​​cheese from the wooden plate, a plate of pickled pickles, and a few slices of bread in a small white rattan basket. There is also a small square copper stove burning charcoal.

The waitress sprinkled the cheese quickly on the iron plate above the copper stove.

In an instant, the cheese was sizzling in the iron pan, and it quickly became thick and creamy.

"Sprinkle with salt and pepper and you can eat it." The beautiful waitress threw a wink at Ruibo and said with a chuckle.

She even licked her lips gently on purpose.

For this obvious tease, Ribo didn't think he had seen it. He just kept praising the plate of "grilled cheese".

Perhaps the aroma of the rich cheese is so attractive. The restaurant, which was empty except for Ruibo, suddenly swarmed in.

It was the prince who was headed by the prince, his sister followed, and the princess was hanging a bandage.

"Aren't Mr. Foster and Master Ogg going to have a great dinner together?" Riber asked, taking a look at the entourage beside the prince.

"Master Ogg seems to be seriously injured. The blood in his right eyeball is already congested. I am not even sure that the Master can save that eye." Prince Henry sat right next to Ribo and said: "As for Foster, I asked him to rush to the nearby big city overnight. Whether it is Master Ogg or Her Royal Highness Princess Mary, they are in great need of the pastor’s treatment and meticulous care."

"How is the injury of your Royal Highness?" Ribo asked pretendingly with concern. In fact, he wished that this savage and willful, wicked little girl would become disabled with only one arm from now on.

"Thank you for your concern. Fortunately, this little injury is nothing at all." The princess also sat down straight, she said disapprovingly.

"This little injury?" Ribo smiled and said, "Oh-I admire your patience and courage."

"Is this a compliment or a satire? Haven't you ever been missed by an arrow through your arm, and almost cut in two at the waist, do I need to praise your perseverance for this?" The little girl here looked affectionately at her elder brother beside her and said: "What's more, my brother once broke his legs. It was also an experience of a lifetime of nine deaths. Is it because I am a girl that I can't have a brother like that? Courage and will?"

Ribo didn't know how to answer the words of the Princess Delizhi.

Even the prince could only shake his head helplessly.

"But I do have to admit that you are the strongest of all, and even the mysterious bodyguard who always follows you like a shadow cannot be compared with you."

"All of us are exhausted, but you still have great energy for a three-hour battle." The little girl princess said maliciously: "The one who is by your side What about the beauty? Is she already eaten by you so that there is no bone left?"

Ribo didn't want to answer or refute what this little girl said, because he knew very well that this would make that little girl even more endless.

He turned his head and asked the prince, "His Royal Highness, since entering Dali to the territory, I have always felt very strange, whether it is the farms or this quiet town, they all give me simplicity. Feeling far away."

"This feeling is so clear and strong, even far more than any other city I have ever seen." Ruibo said puzzledly.

The prince meditated for a moment and said: "Perhaps in your impression, Terry should be much younger than Francis, but the history of a country does not represent the age of every city in the kingdom. ."

"The Kingdom of Delizhi may look much younger compared with the Kingdom of France, but after all, Delizhi has gone through nearly seven centuries."

"Different from the French who pursue fashion and like new things, we may be more concerned about the wealth we already have."

"In the Kingdom of France, almost every twenty years, with the changes in fashion and trends, big cities and small villages will change their appearance."

"Unless buildings with old styles have special meaning or value, they will generally be pushed and flattened. New buildings will be built on this piece of land, and they will wait quietly for them to become Outdated goods have been pushed dao."

"Like buildings, in the Kingdom of Francis, except for the nobles, a new group of rich and powerful people will be created every half century, and only a small part of them will be able to support the next half century. , Most people will be replaced by a new generation."

"It is this kind of cyclical change that makes the Kingdom of France never really have a long history. What's more, the cities you see and are familiar with are probably the latest and most fashionable places in the Kingdom of France, and you are Synonymous with fashion and novelty."

"For Dali Zhiren, we rarely push something that is still usable unless we have to do it."

"Derizhi Kingdom has countless farms and small towns like the ones you can see in front of your eyes. These towns are proof of the long history of Derizhi people."

"Every house here may have stood here at the beginning of the construction of this town. Those young people who are tired of this old town can leave here and create another new town instead of building this place. Push dao thoroughly for reconstruction."

"Like these ancient buildings, most of the people in Dalizhi inherited their ancestral business. The owner of this hotel you see may already be a dozen generations of descendants of the gentleman who originally built it."

The prince explained with a smile.

Hearing these words, Ruibo became silent for a while,

He grew up in Nangang since he was a child. Naturally, he knows best what the prince said, there is nothing wrong with it.

In fact, in his short ten years, he has seen Nangang pushed and rebuilt several times.

Whether it is the stretch of harbor or several bustling commercial streets, they have been completely rebuilt several times.

In his memory, the first street was paved with blue bricks, then it was replaced with cobblestone, and then it became blue stone, and the shops on both sides of the street changed again and again.

The merchants who also live in Nangang have also experienced countless changes, except for the aristocratic families with the deepest foundations and the most abundant heritage.

Countless names that used to be famous in Nangang have long since passed away in people's memory.

Countless signs that once showed off in Nangang have lost their former colors.

Almost every year or even every day, Nangang is changing.

The prosperous new town that is constantly changing is obviously a world apart from this small town that has been here for a long time as if time has stopped here.

Thinking about things in my mind, so even the "roasted cheese" with strong aroma and unique flavor seems to have lost its allure.

However, Ribo never touched the salami with rich oily juices and tangy golden scent next to him. Even though he has revealed his fake identity, no one will continue to serve Sesi. Fort’s inheritance rights are entangled, but after all, he doesn’t want to be extravagant.

Ribo resolved the dinner indiscriminately. He took the plate and returned to his room with two sausages on the plate.

Miss Freila has fallen asleep sweetly. Riber looked at the two pillows that Miss Freila had cushioned under him, and he couldn't help shaking his hair and let out a bitter, helpless smile.

Placing the plate gently on the side table, Ribo sat in the already very dark room.

He didn't want to wake Miss Freila, but he couldn't sleep.

What happened today was too unprepared for him, and it also made him feel once again how beautiful it is to be alive.

But I don't know why. It is completely different from the past few escapes. This time he has no fear of death or condolences for his fellows who died.

As if everything seemed so natural, as if everything that I had just experienced had been forgotten, leaving only fatigue and slight pain.

Sitting quietly in the dark, Ribo suddenly discovered that this small town is obviously suitable for a person who likes to think.

The quietness and tranquility here, the remoteness and away from the hustle and bustle here, the oldness here, the obsolescence here, everything here can make a thinker concentrate.

The only thing that can make him unconscious is Miss Freila, who is lying naked on the bed with her wonderful buttocks up high.

The graceful lines look so charming and full of seduction under the dim moonlight projected through the thin curtains.

Ribo even had an urge to stand up again and vent on this wonderful carcass.

At this moment, he is starting to regret it. He shouldn't have rejected the beautiful waitress just now, or he would have a target to vent.

In order to completely extinguish the burning desire, Ribo walked out of the hotel, apparently staying in that beautiful room, which did not help restraint in desire.

Wandering leisurely on this narrow road, under the dim lights and dim moonlight, a quiet and peaceful country town appeared before his eyes.

The quaint buildings on both sides of the street are all built with civil structures.

The outer wall of the wooden house is wrapped in white pine bark. The scaly bark reflected undulating ripples in the moonlight.

The people living here obviously have enough leisure time, so you can see delicately carved wooden house doors and windows everywhere.

Like that hotel, there are bunches of bacon hanging under the eaves of every house, and the backyard is neatly piled up for fuel.

Those leisurely town residents stood at the door, gathered in groups and chatted.

When Ribo walks past them, the residents of these small towns will stop and stare at the mysterious outsider curiously.

Obviously, all kinds of speculations about these new travelers are spreading all over the town.

Ribo walked straight to the narrow alleyway that appeared to have been eroded over a long period of time.

A small stream flows past the front of the alley. A wooden bridge flies across the stream, and a gallery house is erected on the wooden bridge.

At one end of the creek was a waterfall rushing down the mountainside, and the waterfall hit the rock underneath with bursts of loud noise.

Suddenly a series of small footsteps broke the silent night, Ribo subconsciously drew out the thin stinging sword on his waist, and the dagger hidden in the sleeve of his left hand also slipped into his palm.

Hiding his figure in the shadow of the nearby farmhouse, Ribo glanced towards the back. He wanted to know where Kyle was hiding at this moment, but he was absolutely sure, Kyle was sure Watching his every move somewhere.

Allowing his heart to settle down a bit, Ribo glide cautiously among the shadows of the trees.

He walks here almost silently, far beyond the comparison of the sneaky guys just now.

While slowly approaching where the sound is coming from, he gently wiped the sharp blades of the thin stabbing sword and dagger with a rag.

I nearly lost his life under poison twice. Ribo naturally knew very well about the poison, and even gradually fell in love with this slow but absolutely deadly weapon.

Ribo is getting closer and closer to the place where the sound just made, and now he is more and more certain that there are at least four people lurking there.

Although I don't know what the identities of the lurkers are, but they will make such a noise and breathe so heavily. Obviously, it is absolutely impossible for those who are good at assassinating targets behind and in the shadows.

This made Ribo feel a little relieved, because he is now more and more able to understand everything that Kelller had taught him.

Darkness has become his best friend. In this pitch blackness, unless his opponent possesses superb skills like Foster and the fallen paladin, he will not be worried or afraid at all.

The only exception is that if the person he is facing is also a guy with the same profession as him, this is the opponent that Ruibo is most unwilling to encounter.

Moving his body forward cautiously, Ribo's heart became more and more calm, because he didn't get a warning signal from Kyle.

He is hiding in a sparse wood, and he is now hiding behind a big tree closest to the periphery.

In the distance is a ruined three-story simple castle, which may be a fortification built during a period of civil strife.

But now this castle has clearly become a reclusive place for some lonely figure who wants to stay away from the world.

The tightly closed wood-panel windows, the simple stables, and the bunches of bouquets planted on the towering lookout all showed signs of inhabitation.

Although he can't see clearly, Ribo has already found the culprit who made him suspicious.

There were four teenagers. One of them was about the same age as him. The other three were obviously much younger. The youngest of them was probably only about ten years old.

These village children are lying under the wall of the fortress, as if they are looking at something there.

A false alarm, but Ruibo's original troubles disappeared without a trace.

Just as he was about to leave the gang of playful children quietly, he suddenly heard a "wow", and all the children fled away.

The youngest boy obviously couldn't run fast, and he fell to the ground in a panic.

At this moment, suddenly someone ran up from the cellar.

Looking at the dim moonlight, Riber clearly saw that she was a very beautiful woman. Although this woman's hair was a little messy, it was combed into a noble bun, which proved her noble status.

She was holding a long skirt in one hand, but apparently she was just covering her naked body with the long skirt and carrying a whip in the other hand.

The lady rushed to the child who fell to the ground. She grabbed the unfortunate child by the hair and pulled him from the ground.

The lady who was full of anger didn't even care about the long skirt that slipped quietly. She twisted the child over and raised her whip high and whipped it up fiercely.

The beating made the kid scream, but his cry of pain can only make his companion escape faster.

After a while, another man walked out of the cellar. He looked a little thin and his clothes were very simple.

"Okay, Nora, let him go. Anyone at his age is always full of curiosity." The man said slowly.

"At least I have never disturbed others when they were trying, turning the long-awaited joy into an extreme disappointment." The lady flicked a few more lashes before letting the child go.

The child whimpered and ran towards the town.

Ribo watched this scene happily, and he even carefully looked at every wonderful piece of the lady's body.

But at the same time, he was quite surprised.

In France, this kind of love and rendezvous with disparity in status is not impossible, but it is absolutely impossible for the ladies of the Kingdom of France to chase the peeping boys naked like this.

Ribo secretly guessed from the bottom of his heart that perhaps the wild and wild character of Princess Xia was not without reason.

The man slowly walked to the lady's side, gently wrapped his arms around the smooth and smooth waist, and pulled the lady back into the cellar.

The energetic Ribo immediately took the place where the children were just now. There was a narrow vent, from which you could see everything in the cellar.

Looking at a dim yellow oil lamp in the cellar, Ribo finally saw the couple who was having a tryst.

The man is quite thin and looks about thirty years old. He has a short beard on his lips. He originally wore glasses, but now they have been taken off and put aside.

And that lady did have a first-class beauty, and her somewhat arrogant and stubborn temperament made Ribo involuntarily think of the aloof Queen.

Because of this, this rendezvous in the cellar also reminded Ruibo of the scene when he and His Majesty the Queen were madly in love on the top of the tall tower.

It took the man a lot of work to make the noble lover he hugged tightly, and gradually calmed down the anger in his heart.

Then used great effort to restore the tryst atmosphere destroyed by those disgusting children.

The poetic sweet words spit out from this gentleman's mouth really opened Ribo's eyes.

Ribo is absolutely certain that both Freila and Eckert will be overwhelmed by his excellent language art.

Amidst these sweet words, a deep affection gradually appeared in the eyes of the lady.

She took the initiative to hook the gentleman with her arm.

This obvious hint made the gentleman very excited, and he immediately hugged the beautiful lady.

If Ribo admired the beautiful language just like an art treasure, then he was quite disappointed by the unskilled, clumsy and rude movements he saw at this moment.

Ribo even began to wonder, how did this gentleman seduce such a beautiful lady whose status is so different from that of him?

He has no interest in this kind of unskilled, rough performance without the slightest sense of beauty.

However, he wondered how this rendezvous couple would get together.

Is love really so blind and unreasonable?

Lying on the grass on the hillside, Ribo just waited for the end of the burning passion of the couple.

According to his experience, this kind of guy who lacks skills and is not strong is absolutely impossible to sustain much time.

Listening to the heavy breathing, Ribo silently counted the time.

Although the final time was a bit beyond his expectations, it did not surprise him.

Looking at the gentleman who vented all his passion and lay down on the floor looking exhausted, Ribo felt quite proud.

This is the first time he has compared himself with others, and the answers he got are quite satisfactory.

"Do you have any new works?" the noble woman said softly.

"Are you planning to show off to everyone at a party again?" the man panted, his words with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Isn't this bad? I let your talents be revealed."

"You don’t need to be angry about this. I’m not dissatisfied for this reason. I just hope you can nominate me. Poletti wrote to me just now and he told me that the Mango District Finance Secretary removed This is a great opportunity for a large number of officials. I really want to get a position."

"I have told you countless times that this is absolutely impossible. I can support you with money and even make you live the most leisurely and comfortable life, but I will never nominate you, I cannot let Others mock me in front of me. This is my only bottom line."

"Do you care so much about the ridicule of those boring chatters? Don't you know that they are making irresponsible remarks all the time, and making gossip is their only pleasure."

"Dear Gold, I am also one of those boring gossips you just mentioned. I am also willing to create and spread gossip. This is our life. We have our own set of life rules. ."

"Do you let me lose this wonderful opportunity?"

"I don’t think you have any talent in calculating wealth. You should concentrate on writing more beautiful poems, or composing one or two new pieces of music. The real talent you have is here, why do you want talent? Buried in a bunch of numbers?" The lady said disapprovingly.

"I know my talent better than anyone else. The bards who walked everywhere sang the poems I wrote, and even the musicians in the court secretly plagiarized my music. , But what's the use of all this? I'm still an unknown person, and you alone really appreciate my talent and give me support."

"Are you tired of the life in front of you?"

"I just don't want to be kept as a pet by you anymore." The man said as if he suddenly had courage.

"Nurturing? Did my support make you feel humiliated? Are you tired of this relationship between us? Or have you found another little lover and want to live with her in another way? "

"You should know very well that I have never concealed my loyalty to you. The romantic love between us is unlikely to be shaken, but I am indeed tired of this life under your wings. I at least hope Be able to own a business of your own."

"I can fully fund you a sum of money, you can use this money to carry out some business, whether it is to buy the next piece of land or buy a shop, it will be enough to make you change your current life, why do you I must nominate you for a public office. This will only make me a joke for others to ridicule."

These words were clearly expected by the man, and he suddenly became silent again.

The little cellar returned to silence, and there was only the sound of a weird dressing on.

After a while, the lady broke the silence. She gently kissed her lover’s cheek, and said in a gentle tone: "I will be very busy these days, maybe half a month Can't get away and come here."

"I can hardly imagine what you have to be busy with."

I can feel the lover’s dissatisfaction. The lady said indifferently: "You should be very clear that to me, even chatting is work, not to mention that a very important thing really happened this time. His Royal Highness Prince Henry will return from the Kingdom of France in the next few days. Almost everyone is busy with this matter."

Speaking of this, the lady paused. She looked at the lover who was still lying listlessly on the ground and continued: "Do you have any new works?"

"Do you want the poem I wrote for you to show off at the upcoming welcome ceremony?" the man sighed.

"This is also an opportunity for you."

Hearing these words, the man showed no sign of happiness. He sighed heavily and said: "Will you recommend me to His Royal Highness? Or do you attribute all this to your own talent?" "

For this time of questioning, the lady did not show any displeasure. She kissed her lover on the cheek again, but this time she did not try to explain anything.

The man sighed heavily again, and he said weakly: "Everything you need is in the second drawer of that desk. Go and get it by yourself. I want to rest for a while."

The calm was restored in the cellar again, only the sound of a soft sigh.