No, it's blasphemy against him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Norman Wallace knows this.

But she also knows that her desire will not be diminished by this.

"What are you looking at?"

Lester Müller's voice came.

He got out of bed after taking a sip of wine, put down the bottle, picked up a bunch of grapes, and raised his head to eat the grapes as he walked to the balcony, the naked back of the girl under the moon made his eating look wild and full of lust.

"I don't know. Norman lowered his head and said softly, "Maybe just want to know what can be seen from the prince's room." ”

Lester smiled and wrapped his arms around Norman's waist and whispered in her ear, "Now you know, I hope you haven't been disappointed, after all, you can hardly see anything but the guards." ”

Norman slowly turned his head, looked at Leicester, and said with a little shyness: "It doesn't matter what I can see, I'm satisfied enough to stand here." ”

Lester smiled silently, and he lifted the girl's legs, squeezed the grapes into the ravine, and pressed her back against the wall, and then almost bit her ear, kissed and whispered again, "Do you want the guards to hear your beautiful voice?"

Regarding the Golden Lion, Arthur had a vague sense that Newgate was hiding something from him, but he didn't care. When the boat docked, they said goodbye to Salina, and Martin told Arthur that they would take care of Salina and take her home. Arthur laughed, "Maybe she's taking care of you." ”

Martin and Louis on the side looked at each other, smiling noncommittally.

They shook hands and waved as they walked away, until they could no longer see each other, and everyone felt that Salina had indeed left them.

However, everyone was sure that one day, they and Salina would see each other again.

After embarking on his journey to the Great Snow Field of Saymata, Phil Hawkins gradually becomes a problem, which Arthur did not expect.

They will always find someone following them, or there always seems to be a suspicious figure around them, circling around them.

Occasionally, Assassins wearing smiley masks appeared, but they were not directly attacked.

Arthur was impatient with the situation, and he caught the suspicious guys who were following them, but no matter how much they coerced them, they insisted on their innocence and accused Arthur of committing a crime.

Everyone understands that these people are probably the eyes of the Prince of Leicester, including the assassins, and it seems that the Prince of Leicester still has not given up, at least he wants to know their whereabouts.

This was bearable for everyone, and over time, even Arthur was able to turn a blind eye to those stalkers, and occasionally play tricks on them for fun.

A more serious problem is Hawkins' physical condition.

As a scholar who grew up with books, Hawkins rarely left Aujivich and traveled long distances, and when he actually began his journey with Arthur, the physical and psychological discomfort soon became apparent.

Hawkins can adjust the psychological discomfort by himself, or buy a book and solve it by reading books, but the physical discomfort can only be treated by Nayin, but it cannot be prevented.

They went all the way, and Hawkins got sick all the way.

The cold after the rain, the cough after the wind, and the skin reaction after the high temperature and sun exposure, each accompanied by a fever of varying degrees, forced the team to stop advancing.

The three of them had discussed that Hawkins' physical condition was really not suitable for long journeys, but each time Hawkins promised them that he would be able to get stronger after recovering from his illness this time, and that there would be no more problems next time, or at least, the interval would be longer.

But no.

Once, after Hawkins recovered from his illness, Arthur threw him a sword to train him, and Hawkins looked shocked, even incredulous. As if he were hiding from a pest, he threw the sword back to Arthur and said angrily, "I will never touch a weapon!"

Arthur furrowed his eyebrows and pointed at Hawkins' staff, "Isn't that thing a weapon of yours?"

Hearing Arthur say this, Hawkins became even angrier, and his voice suddenly raised: "The staff is the medium through which the magician triggers magic!

Arthur sighed, feeling that there were times when he wanted to beat up Hawkins.

"You don't think so, but I think many magicians think so, those bosses who sell wands use attack strength as a selling point, not a carrier of wisdom. ”

Seeing that Arthur deliberately frowned, Hawkins was so angry that he walked up to Arthur quickly, almost heading up with him, and yelled, "I'm fundamentally different from those vulgar magicians!

"A weak chicken disease seedling scholar. Arthur added.

"You!" Hawkins was speechless and pulled out his staff to do something, but given that his "little indulgence" caused Arthur's great displeasure during the previous quarrel with Arthur, and also implicated Werther and Nayin, who were persuaded to make peace, he had promised the three of them that he would not use magic in quarrels with Arthur in the future.

But Hawkins is only now realizing how difficult it is to deliver on that promise.

Seeing that Hawkins' hand was away from the staff, Arthur sighed again and said: "I don't want you to become a warrior, I want your body to get better, I don't know if ordinary people are the same as you, but you have to understand that you are no longer a mentor in Ojivich, you can no longer live in the book, you need to use your feet and walk out of your path with us." ”

Hawkins' mouth pursed and pursed, and after a period of silence, he muttered quietly: "Do you think I don't know about this kind ......of thing? I don't want to......"

Arthur sighed for the third time.

"Decide for yourself, maybe when you want to exercise your body, you can talk to me, or tell Vitgor, he is better suited than me. If you insist on not wanting to, it doesn't matter, as long as you can guarantee that in a critical moment, you are capable enough to protect yourself and will not drag down your companions. ”

With that, before Hawkins could respond, Arthur walked out of the room.

Hawkins slowly lowered his head. He knew that he had dragged down his companions, and that his companions had been putting up with him, especially Arthur.

Even so, Hawkins still couldn't let go of his pride as Ojivich's senior magical teacher, unable to sweat in the scorching sun topless like Arthur and Werther.

The environment in which he grew up and the education he received made Hawkins think that this was rude, inferior behavior.

The tonic that Nayin had prepared for Hawkins didn't do much either.

In less than half a month, Hawkins fell ill again.

He was lying on a bed in a small hotel, so burned that he couldn't even open his eyes, but when Arthur approached, he grabbed his arm and said to him in a hoarse, weak voice, "Forgive me...... No...... Don't give up on me...... I'll be ......."