"Mr. Lecter is a very personable knight. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

As if regaining the coldness characteristic of the mages, Lena Barros turned to Marcuro and replied. It's just that when the young lady said this, Glo's face turned a rare flush. He turned around and looked at Marcuro and smiled awkwardly—the other man looked at him and blinked, and there seemed to be something special in his turquoise eyes.

Glo instantly understood the meaning-

This is a kind of sympathy-like sympathy, and although I don't know the specific reason, Glo can also roughly guess one or two:

In the game of her previous life, the "Witch of Fire" Lena Barros never had an emotional scandal, to be precise, there was not even a single message about her feelings. And considering the lady's family background and beauty, this is undoubtedly very abnormal.

However, the players know exactly why—like the bards sing, beautiful women are like thorny roses. And Miss Lena Barros, because of her too bad personality and too domineering strength, if there is a man who can open his arms to tolerate her willfulness and stubbornness, then it can only be her father

――However, lovers are always different from relatives. In addition to the so-called love at first sight caused by dizziness, the premise of mutual attraction between hearts and hearts is the harmony of each other's personalities.

It can be seen that in terms of emotion, Miss Lena is likely to be a thorn.

It seems that this robber uncle is going to go to the thunder?

Glo muttered to himself, and he saw Makuro walk up to Miss Lena in three or two steps, and as if by magic, he took out a small box one foot square from his back. The surface of the box was dark and obscure, and in the bright moonlight, it seemed that a few lines of small white letters could be engraved on it.

"Aunt Jessica just confessed to you."

"What is it?"

Lena asked curiously. She took the box, her arm sinking and nearly stumbling.

"I don't know. My aunt didn't say anything. ”

Marcuro shook his head and replied very frankly. However, his honesty was of no use, and Miss Lena rolled her eyes and showed him a pair of white eyes.

"By the way, my aunt just said: if you meet someone you like, let it go, the young lady of the Barros family is worthy of anyone."

"Is that what you said?"

Miss Lena shrugged her nose, and after a moment's hesitation, the good-looking Belltooth bit her lower lip and asked.

"Yes. My aunt also said......"

Marcuro pressed to Lena's ear, his voice getting lower and lower. At the end, he also laughed dryly twice. But Miss Lena didn't care, she put the small box in her hand on a stone table next to her, and nodded:

"yes, I see."

But the content of these conversations and the two "hey" laughs fell on the ears of the bandit leader, but they had a different effect - Glo had just met the "Aunt Jessica", and these conversations quickly made up the picture in his head. It's just that he didn't expect things to develop so quickly, the two sides are only meeting for the first time, but it seems that they are about to enter that step soon. If Miss Lena's beauty had made him a little tempted before, what was happening now scared him a lot.

Are the Escud family and their relatives so "resolute"?

But is this really appropriate?

The bandit leader quickly calmed down, and he pondered the current situation—everything had completely gone out of his original plan, and he had come to Afron only to seek some chance of making his way out of the whirlpool of the struggle. But to say that to form that kind of de facto intimacy with the aristocracy is unthinkable.

Not to mention that his fake identity will not end in the future, the mere exposure of the crime of deceiving the nobles is enough to send him to the gallows with the right thing - Glo's eyes narrowed, and his mind raced: Miss Lena Barros's beauty was touching, and the other party was very interesting to him, and it seemed very good to start such a relationship. All of this, though, is based on Lecter's identity.

But he wasn't really Lect, the staff of the Nogo lord, the hero of the Northlands in the Sixth Eta War.

Therefore, returning to this reality, those beautiful things worth looking forward to do not hold, they are just some illusory mirages.

Glo froze, and quickly made up his mind. He was about to speak, to show a little presence, when he saw the red-haired young lady already standing in front of him:

"Mr. Lecter, I have decided, to return to Karthas with you."

Is that really the case? It's just that the bandit leader, who is a fake, has no intention of taking over, so he hurriedly pushed back: "But I still have something to do in Afron for the time being." ”

"I can wait for you." Very gentle voice, almost admonishing.

"I'm not sure how long it will take."

Glo was stunned for a moment, and continued to excuse himself.

"No matter how long it takes, I can wait for you."

"Miss Lena, but I—"

"Lord Lecter!" Macuro appeared in front of Glo's eyes, and it was only at this time that he finally showed his domineering side in the nickname "Domineering Pseudo-Niang", his expression was serious, and as he spoke, the strong smell of alcohol in his nostrils even hit Glo's face. The original smile on the face of the future city lord of Afron suddenly retracted, and the congested vocal cords under the alcohol made his voice low:

"I'll ask my father to write you a letter. Then, give it to the Duke of Arrhenius. I am sure that the Duke will not object to this. ”

"Hmm-"

The bandit leader knew very well that it would be useless to continue to speak out against it. He agreed vaguely, and looked up at Lina to see a faint smile on the young lady's face, and she was humming a small tune in her mouth.

Familiar melodious melodies. Glo remembered that this was the piece of music that was played in the hall at the beginning of the reception, and in the game, it was also a piece of background music for the players to enter the court of the Elantra Kingdom, "The Dawn of Spring".

Miss Lena, is this feeling the joy of spring? But for the bandit leader, at this moment, his mood seemed to fall into the cold night of winter.

Glo thought that the young lady was going to accompany him to Calthus, and he couldn't help but have a headache. It's just that he still maintains his usual demeanor, with an acting-like attitude, and self-cultivation as a qualified actor, and begins to deal with Macoolo and Miss Lena.

Dark clouds drifted in the deep night sky, obscuring the corner of the full moon. The view of the manor became misty. The night breeze pierced the trees and whipped the flower beds, and the violets bloomed with the faint scent of daisies. On the side of the guardrail, Miss Lena brushed away the long hair that covered her forehead, and a happy smile filled the corners of her mouth.