After Kleist left, Field Watson rushed to the Watson Mansion as soon as possible, and when he learned that Kleist had not returned to the mansion, he couldn't help but curse, then he remembered that he still had a private house, and immediately drove the aircraft to follow the nearest route, and at the same time, Kleist was also driving the flying machine through the Kaslo Academy to the Watson Mansion on the way.

Everyone was taken aback by Field's intrusion, and Michael was the first to stand in front of him, reason overwhelmed him, and he only put on a defensive posture without releasing any mental power.

"Hey! Field, why are you here? Don't see Kleist? Michael smiled stiffly, and he was aware of it, it wasn't chic at all, and he thought, for if the women he had done the bar mitzvah would be disappointed.

Ignoring Michael's defensive posture, Field looked at the large bed in the middle, and his dazzling golden eyes lost their former brilliance, taking on a dangerous dark gold.

"Calm down, Field, Dolores can't bear any mental pressure." Michael frowned and took a step forward.

Field pursed his lips, his pupils shrank, unconsciously revealing a killing intent, and said coldly: "Gerald doesn't know anything about her, I'm going to send her back." ”

When it came to his own professional question, Gerald, even though he knew that it was best not to contradict Field, still had the courage to speak: "This lady is not suitable for free movement at the moment, especially if she is not accompanied by a professional doctor, she needs to recuperate. ”

"Gerald is right." Michael nodded in agreement, if it weren't for this, he would have chosen to send Dolores home as soon as possible, so as to prevent this poor little girl from suffering such a great sin.

Field sneered, "Stay here and wait for Kleist to continue to destroy her?" Don't forget......" Field suddenly stopped and glanced at Michael, the rest of the conversation was not suitable for outsiders.

Gerald was obviously a smart man, and immediately understood Field's scruples, and gestured to the three assistants, after which Michael said: "Your Excellency Commander Brandt, this lady needs to recuperate, I think you understand what I mean." With a few words, Gerald withdrew from the bedroom to avoid the conversation.

"You should understand that Gerald is not fit to leave at this time." Michael frowned, his face a little gloomy.

Field didn't pay attention to Michael's words, his attention was completely attracted by Dolores on the bed, because of the pain and torture, the light red dress Dolores was wearing had been soaked in cold sweat, and through the light fabric, she could almost clearly see the curves of her immature body, and the faint breathing sound in her mouth was almost a person's face and heartbeat, which was enough for any male who was still majestic.

In the end, Field is young and vigorous, not as good as Michael's concentration, but after he showed a slightly embarrassed look, Michael also became embarrassed, and the atmosphere that was almost on the verge of breaking out just now was eased because of this embarrassment.

"Do you want to cover her with a dress, or is it better to change it in?" Field opened his mouth, a layer of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his voice became hoarse, he likes Dolores This is an undoubted thing, but this kind of liking is more of a yearning for beauty, a desire to treasure the beautiful * is at work, it can't be said that it does not contain the attraction of women to men, after all, Dolores's beauty is enough to make any man emotional, but Field has not yet fully enlightened, so this is the first time he realizes that Dolores belongs to the fatal attraction of women, she is too immature, Delicate, it is very easy to arouse men's natural pity for women, but the flush on her face adds a delicate femininity to this atmosphere that belongs to young girls, and this contradictory attraction makes Field unable to control himself and reluctant to look away.

Michael was stunned for a moment, and I have to say that he wanted to be bad, replace? Who's going to change, him, or Field? He couldn't imagine how wonderful his delicate body would be when he had to take off that light skirt with his own hands.

"I mean, if you find a woman to change Doloris's clothes, she's not in good health, and even the softest wind in Ostown, Norway makes her feel uncomfortable." Field, too, found that his choice of words was misleading, and quickly explained.

"Where to find a woman at this time?" Michael said with some mockery: "You should know that Kleist simply can't stand the unnecessary touching of Dolores by superfluous people. ”

At the mention of this topic, Field's emotional heart was suppressed, he stared at Michael, and said word by word: "What happened today has caused the Führer's dissatisfaction, you should know that the Führer has always been afraid of Kleist, whether he is already suspicious or not, there is no doubt that he will use today's explosion to derive incidents, so Dolores can't continue to stay here." Saying this, Field's tone became irritable: "Since Kleist wants to make such a thing, he shouldn't have brought Dolores out to show off, the Führer must have known Dolores's existence, damn it, what does he think he is, the lion of the ancient earth era?" Need a feminine to proclaim his kingship? This is the Federation, not a decaying empire, we are for the citizens of the Federation, not like the empire needs the submission of its subjects. ”

Michael obviously didn't have time to think about such a deep thing, and I have to say that Field's words reminded him that yes, Roosevelt would definitely make a move in the near future, and it would be a earth-shaking change for the Federation, so Dolores was really not suitable to stay here with Kleist, and she had to recuperate in another place.

"When Kleist returns, I'll talk to him about where Dolores is." Michael avoided giving a definite answer, as Gerald's previous remarks had given him a reason why Dolores was not fit to move at the moment without the doctor's escort.

Field seemed to see through Michael's inner selfish thoughts, revealing a disdainful sneer.

"Is my sweet brother encouraging my dear friend to betray me?" Kleist stood at the door of the aircraft, looking down at the people in the room condescendingly, the expression on his face was unfathomable, and his tone was the usual drama, but he couldn't hide the forest.

Field was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "Maybe your dear friend has betrayed you." It's rare for Field to say such sarcastic things.

Kleist's dazzling golden eyes flashed a faint light, then he showed a smile, tapped his bright red lips with his slender fingers, jumped off the flying machine, paused in mid-air for a moment, and then jumped on the windowsill again, bent into the bedroom.

"In order to prevent this betrayal, or the double betrayal of family and friendship, let me once again affirm that my girl will not go anywhere, but will stay in the Federation, by my side." Kleist narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, and his body exuded a strong killing intent, even if he did not release his spiritual power, it would not make people doubt whether he was capable of solving two people at once.

"You're going to kill Dolores, Kleist, don't involve innocent people in your childish game, Roosevelt won't give up on today's events, Dolores' survival will be his first revenge on you." Field snapped, he couldn't tolerate Kleist's paranoid personality.

Kleist's eyes were bent downward, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, he put his finger on his lips, made a "quiet" gesture, and then walked to the side of the bed, leaned over to look at Doloris who was quiet like a crystal doll, and lo and behold, how beautiful his girl was, even if her eyes were closed and her lips were a little chapped, it would not affect her beauty at all, Kleist laughed, and under the gaze of Field and Michael, he imprinted a kiss on Dolores's dry lips.

"Get out." Kleist's tone was calm and eerie.

"Kleist." Michael frowned, he didn't want to anger Kleist, let alone challenge his sensitive spirit, but with what he knew, he was obviously not sane enough in his current state.

Kleist's fingers lingered on Doloris's sweaty cheeks, with a subtle tenderness in his eyes, and he repeated the words just now without raising his head: "Get out." ”

Field and Michael had the same scruples, not wanting to touch Kleist's sensitive nerves and make him lose his mind, so he could only give Michael a look, exit the bedroom, and stay outside the door, ready to stop Kleist before he could make a gaffe.

Kleist let out a low laugh, his eyes became a little weird, and his slightly bent waist was pressed against Dolores's body, his fingers hooking her silky hair, using some force.

"Aren't you awake yet? My girl. ”

Kleist's right hand touched Dorores' lips and let out a sickly snort, his eyes becoming more dangerous.

"Do you want me to wake you up with a kiss? My Sleeping Beauty. ”

As soon as the words fell, Dolores' long, curly eyelashes fluttered slightly, which obviously pleased Kleist, and at the same time his actions were even more presumptuous, not only to depict her immature body with meaningful eyes, but also the fingers that had been lingering on Dolores's lips moved down little by little, gently sliding at the position of her collarbone.

This action obviously frightened Dolores, causing her eyes to widen instinctively, and she looked at Kleist in horror, like a little young beast forced into a predicament, trembling, and her clear green eyes contained despair and fear of fate.