Sean decided to give himself some relaxation.

The René family's luxurious mansion in the city became his residence, and the senior officers were each given a comfortable room, which was more than enough.

Of course, all the glittering stuff here is gone, except for the large bathroom and a wine cellar.

In his bones, Sean is also a person who loves to enjoy himself.

He buried himself in the warm hot water, where the charcoal was burning in the fireplace, and the fireplace had pipes to carry the heat under the floor.

The warmth in the bathroom reminded Sean of the town of Vichy in the south and the rose garden.

A glass of wine is at your side, within reach.

Sean closed his eyes comfortably, he was tired from the life of Rong Ma for more than half a year, and he had not been so relaxed for a long time.

At this moment, the figures of two beautiful women repeatedly appeared in his mind.

Sean fell asleep in the bath.

Order was restored in the streets, and the townspeople were supposed to earn a living, and to do business, and even the professional beggars were returning to their old jobs, but they did not dare to ask the Genoese for food or a shilling, for many of their companions had disappeared forever in two days.

Sean selected some of those who had given particularly "generous" givings and made them temporary officials to manage the general affairs.

As for whether these people are competent or not, this is completely out of Sean's consideration.

In addition to vigilance, law and order, and the necessary defence of the city, most of the officers and men of the Civil Defence Force began to take turns resting and recuperating, which was a well-deserved reward.

Second Lieutenant Woodley was on his shift today, and he came out early in the morning to hang out.

In the past two days, he has assisted His Excellency the Chief of Staff in handling military affairs, but he is well rested and radiant, and with this neat and ironed straight military coat, he is in good spirits.

His military coat made him quite eye-catching and popular on the street.

The Genoese were both liberators and good customers, both officers and soldiers, who had a lot of money in their pockets, and they were generous and happy to pay, and they were very popular with the townspeople.

Alcohol and cigarettes were the most popular among officers and soldiers, and even shoeshine people could earn a little from their feet.

As an officer, Woodley chose cigars.

It was probably because a staff officer like him was too close to the commander, and Woodley couldn't afford Sean's favorite high-end brand, but he could afford a mid-range item of five silver coins.

Standing on the side of the street, Woodley took out a match and lit one for himself, and the weather was sunny today, and the midday winter was warm and warm, making him feel like he was back in Poitou.

Opposite was a small inn with a somewhat dilapidated façade, and several girls stood at the door to solicit guests.

They wore heavy makeup and thin dresses, deliberately revealing their snow-white skin and towering breasts, and flirting with passing soldiers and passers-by.

But if you look closely, although their clothes are the most popular styles, the materials used are very poor, and even the sewing can be seen in the inconspicuous places.

Some soldiers could not resist the temptation and could not control the desires of their lower bodies and walked in.

Woodley had no interest in that, he chuckled, and the moment he was about to turn around, he froze.

One of the girls gave him a sense of déjà vu.

This is the dream lover of his unrequited love, a lovely girl who used to love to laugh.

After a few minutes of careful observation, Woodley stepped across the street, and the girl who had fallen into the dust was obviously no longer recognizable to him, and looked strangely at the officer who had grabbed him in front of him, which made him feel like he had lost his soul.

Having followed the girl into the hotel suite like a piece of wood, and seeing the girl in the bathroom with the bath water, Woodley asked in a ghostly manner:

"Are you Amanda from Poitou?"

The girl paused abruptly, then looked back at Woodley and said:

"No, my name is Alice, sir!"

"I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person. You should know that we soldiers are all from Genoa, mostly southerners from the Rocky Mountains, and you resemble a girl I met in Poitou. Woodley explained.

"Oh!" Alice glanced at Woodley, her complicated expression flashing, and a flattering smile reappeared on her face, "Sir, do you need anything else, such as wine, or cigarettes? ”

"Then get me a glass of wine, no, a bottle!" Woodley nodded disappointedly.

"Please wait, sir!" Alice turned to leave.

Soon, Alice walked in again. With a fireplace burning in the suite, she took off her military coat and military uniform for Woodley:

"This uniform is plain, but more handsome!"

"Thank you, I feel the same way, we used to think they weren't flashy enough. Woodley said, he was half a head taller than Alice, and could smell the fragrance of the perfume on her head.

As a Genoese who was rich in flowers and perfumes, he was naturally sensitive to fragrances, and he knew that this was a brand that was not well known to outsiders in Genoa.

Woodley's heart shuddered, and he raised his glass, drank it all, and poured another glass.

"Tell me about the girl you know?" said Alice, taking off her coat and sitting in Woodley's arms.

"Well, she ......," Woodley stiffened suddenly, "I used to work as a collector under the owner of a small business in Poitou, and I didn't pay much, but I was able to support myself. Her name is Amanda, and she is my boss's distant niece, and I fell in love with her the first time I saw her, but I didn't have a chance to talk to her, because she didn't show up very often, and I was always on the go...... I work hard and save hard, and I think that when I save enough money, it will give me more confidence to confess......"

"Later, my boss went bankrupt and he left Poitou with his family, and I lost my job until I ......"

"I know that there was a big earthquake and a tsunami, and I heard that a lot of people died there. Alice said sadly, "But isn't it the same here? But the rebels came, and everything changed. They are killing people every day, and the people here live in fear every day.

The war changed many people, friends turned against each other, relatives and friends betrayed, the rich became destitute, and scoundrels and bastards became the guests of the rebels overnight. An honest man may become a villain, and a lady will become a shrew for a bite to eat, and a fierce woman will become a slut......"

Alice suddenly burst into tears, she turned her head to wipe away the tears with the back of her hand, and suddenly stripped herself naked to show her beautiful curves, she buried Woodley's face in her chest hard, and then pulled Woodley's belt hard.

The two of them threw themselves naked on the bed, pouring out their enthusiasm for each other.

"Today, you will treat me as the Amanda, and I belong to you alone, my Knight of Poitou!"

There was always an end to the joy and the poor tacit understanding, and when Woodley woke up in the evening, he found himself alone in his room, with a piece of stationery at the bedside, and when he read it, Woodley burst into tears.

"Amanda!"

Until a sigh came from outside.

"Who?" Woodley sat up quickly, instinctively reaching for the pistol that had been hanging on the coat rack, but it was empty.

He suddenly noticed a white-robed man walking in from the outside of the suite.

"I'm sorry, I seem to have witnessed a human love tragedy, a young man who is innocent and unrequited, with the great sentiment of fighting for love, even went to the battlefield in the army, just when he was about to realize his dream, he met a girl who was forced to fall into the dust in a foreign land. The girl had no face to face her suitor, and could not forgive the terrible things that had happened to her, and quietly left. Well, isn't this a remake of La Traviata?"

Woodley grabbed the bottle at the head of the bed and smashed it without hesitation, then sprang up from the bed and threw himself at it, but the man easily caught the bottle and kicked Woodley back to the bed with a gentle kick.

This kick seems to be easy, but it is extremely ingenious, as if it is waiting there for Woodley to collide, and the power is amazing.

Woodley clutched his stomach, and the pain made him curl up, almost throwing up everything in his stomach.

"Mr. Ensign, don't try to resist. If I want to kill you, it's like trampling an ant to death. The white-robed man said.

Only then did Woodley pay attention to the other man's appearance, this was an old man in his sixties, his hair was all white, but his appearance was extremely elegant and handsome.

When he was young, he must have been a handsome son, but those eyes were very sharp and had a momentum of contempt for the world, which was difficult for people to get close to.

Woodley suddenly felt as if there was some kind of mysterious attribute in him, he had met a mysterious informer on his last night patrol, and today he had met a mysterious white-robed man—who at first glance looked like a true god priest on the street—if he didn't make eye contact.

But with the last experience, Woodley suddenly looked forward to it, and it was a feeling that made him feel amazing.

Because after the last incident, he was personally commended by the commander, who promised in person that the next promotion to the rank would definitely have his own name, of course, about the fact that he met the informant, it was a military secret and could not be divulged to the public.

Seeing that Woodley quickly calmed down, the white-robed man was a little surprised:

"Yes, Viscount Sean-Connelly has brought out a good army, and there is a bit of a change of posture. It's just that this army has not experienced enough wars, and in time, it will surely become a good fighting army. He was ten thousand times stronger than the old Viscount Connally. In my opinion, he should be able to command a division now, a 20-year-old division commander, what a valuable talent, hehe. ”

"Who is Your Excellency? I advise you to leave quickly, or if I shout outward, soldiers will surely come." Woodley Road.

"Haha, you're scared. The white-robed man chuckled, "I know you don't want to do this, and I advise you not to. Young man, I am an elder, and it is natural to listen to the elders......"

His face, which grew older and more handsome, suddenly changed in the dimly lit room.

There was a sudden burst of embers in the fireplace, and Woodley widened his eyes and pointed at him in horror:

"You...... You...... God, you are ...... The Devil ......"

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