Gakber almost bounced to the nearest fence and jumped into the haystack, where the goats screamed and the sheepfold was in chaos. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But it was the owner, not the stranger, who jumped in, and the goats quickly calmed down and returned to standing in a daze, with their tails wagging and chewing in their mouths.

Gakeber hid in the haystack, looking out through the hay and the fence.

He saw a black goat walk in front of his line of sight. Blocking part of his already extremely limited field of vision.

Gakber's back broke out in a cold sweat. He wondered, when did he get a black goat at home!?

He looked at the other goats, all huddled together as usual.

Gakber couldn't understand that his family had always had only four goats, all of them pure white, what the hell was going on with this extra black goat!?

But Gakber didn't have time to wonder, and soon he saw his eldest daughter, Norman, walk into his field of vision.

Through the fluffy pure black wool of the black sheep, Gakber saw that his eldest daughter was wearing a scarlet cloak and a hood, and only the feet could be seen all over the body, but the feet were unshoed and naked, and Gakber could see his daughter's white feet and ankles, as well as a little calf.

Gakeber's first reaction was to scold, how could his daughter dress like this!?

But now he was hiding in the haystack, behind a black goat, and he even had to control his breathing to prevent the sound of heavy breathing caused by nervousness.

Norman walked up to Arthur and slowly crouched down, as her father Gakber had done not long ago, and she approached Arthur and watched Arthur's sleeping face by the faint light of the tiny campfire.

Because of Gakber, part of the witch's necklace fell out of its sleeve, and Norman was able to see it. But that necklace wasn't Norman's purpose.

The girl's plump, ruddy face grew closer and closer to Arthur, so close that her breath sprayed Arthur's skin.

Norman didn't look at it for long, and after her breath swept over Arthur's eyelashes, she kissed Arthur's lips, tenderly, but greedily.

This is a development that Arthur could not have imagined.

As early as Gakber stood outside the stable, holding his dagger and inhaling deeply, Nayin woke Arthur to warn him and ask him what to do.

Arthur's command was to keep watching.

So even if Gakber untied the necklace on Arthur's arm, Naine didn't move. Arthur's intention was to restrain the necklace when it was completely in Gakber's hands, and everyone would get the stolen goods.

At that time, Arthur thought only to stab the man's hypocritical heart, to avenge the insulted Nayin and Salina, and to see if it was possible to get back the three hundred dinks.

But now Norman suddenly appeared and did something like that.

A sweet taste poured into his mouth, Arthur frowned instantly, and he suddenly remembered the Scarlet Witch Monlora, her exposed body, and the feeling of being embraced by her.

Arthur could not tolerate it.

Even though he knew it was Norman, Arthur drew his sword as he opened his eyes, and the blade of the sword was pressed against Norman's neck.

Arthur glared at Norman angrily, wiped his lips with his other hand, and twisted his face to spit out a mouthful of saliva.

"What are you doing?" Arthur asked in a low voice, and although he was in the mood to swear, Norman offered him and his companions help after all, and Arthur held back.

Before Norman could answer, Arthur saw Norman's naked body in the faint light of the campfire.

Arthur was shocked. Norman wore only a red cloak and nothing else.

Shocked, Arthur clenched the hilt of his sword. He lowered his voice even more: "You're crazy, aren't you!?"

Norman saw the sword for the first time and was held to his neck for the first time. She could feel the sharpness of the blade, and the coldness of the metal.

But she didn't care. She continued to approach Arthur, whose sword had to retreat, but even then, Norman's neck was cut by the blade with a shallow wound, and blood poured out of the wound.

Arthur froze.

Norman leaned into Arthur's ear and whispered to him, "Arthur, I want to offer you my chastity. ”

Arthur's eyes widened instantly, and the figure of Monlora instantly appeared in his mind.

Arthur quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth, a nausea and vomiting desire coming from below that made him retch.

Norman reached out and undid Arthur's collar, exposing the boy's chest.

On the skin of her chest, the witch's brand is sleeping quietly.

Looking at the brand, Norman's eyes lit up, just as she had seen Arthur for the first time, the witch's necklace for the first time, and she was fascinated.

Her hand was like a temptation, gently caressing Arthur's brand, and as soon as her fingertips touched it, Arthur suddenly felt a burning pain from the brand on his chest, which seemed to soak into the skin, into the flesh, into the bones, and even into the soul.

Arthur's arm trembled in pain and he gasped rapidly, and he looked down to see that the mark on his chest had turned into a wound, and blood was gushing out of the wound and flowing downward.

Norman's eyes brightened, and she looked at Arthur as if she had seen a miracle, and she knelt on the ground, lowered her body, and leaned over Arthur's chest to lick the blood that had flowed from the brand.

Arthur didn't want to care about any help and etiquette anymore, he just wanted to scold.

As soon as he pushed Norman away, he raised his sword and stabbed him in the chest, trying to cut off the piece of skin that bore the witch's mark.

"Arthur can't do it!" Nain's voice suddenly appeared, and she pulled out of Arthur's body, hugged Arthur's arm tightly, and stopped Arthur a moment before the tip of the sword was about to be branded.

Because of Norman's behavior, Naine was originally in shock, panicked, and her mind went blank. It wasn't until he saw Arthur raise his sword to stab himself that Naine reacted and came out to stop Arthur.

Naine's presence caused Norman to turn around and run, his scarlet cloak fluttering slightly.

The hand was held by Nayin, and the madness in Arthur's heart suddenly weakened a lot.

Arthur, who had regained his senses, suddenly thought that the sound of the rain had continued, indicating that the rain had not stopped, and it was still as loud as when they first entered the stable, but Norman's cloak was dry just now, and there was no sign of rain at all.

Thinking of this, Arthur jerked his head up at Norman, but all he could see was the raised scarlet cloak. And Werther and Salina, who were awakened by Nayin, didn't even see the scarlet cloak. Norman had run out of the stable.

"Arthur, what's wrong?" Seeing Arthur's state, Werther knew that something was wrong, and he immediately adjusted himself and touched the weapon in his hand.

"Witch ......" Arthur looked down at his chest, the brand was still bleeding, and his neckline was already soaked with blood.

Arthur raised his face to look into the distance, his brows furrowed, his eyes exuded strong anger and murderous intent, and he gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "We haven't escaped from the witch's range yet. ”