At this moment, the bandit leader himself did not realize that on a spiritual level, he had become a scumbag. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

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"His Excellency Lecter is a rare young talent for Nogo."

Marcuro solemnly introduced to his Lena cousin. His expression was blank, but Glo found a hidden smile in his eyes.

Is it a beauty trick?

The bandit leader was suspicious of this. He knew that the identity he represented, if he had something to do with the Escud family, it could basically represent the attitude expressed by the Karthas side.

Perhaps this was the real purpose of Marcuro's invitation to this reception?

The red-haired Miss Lena stood in the center of the hall, as if her shyness and uneasiness were tinged with shyness because of her reckless act just now. But the bandit leader, who thought he had figured out some links, let go of his apprehensive heart.

Marcuro was the first to raise the glass in his hand, and Glo, the pale-faced young man named Beaune, and the red-haired Miss Lina quickly put the episode behind them in the midst of the scramble.

The court music, beloved by the nobles, resounded in the hall, and the atmosphere of the reception began to become lively. The melodious melody full of Elantra style, under the skillful interpretation of the eunuch singer, after a few jumping high-pitched notes, quickly entered the climax. The older nobles and the local officials of Afron found their place in the corner of the hall, and they talked about what was happening in Afron or the Northlands, exchanging opinions from time to time, and bursting into hearty laughter.

Most young people find other ways to have fun.

"Mr. Lecter......"

After passing through the cloister through the small door on one side of the hall was a moonlit garden, Miss Lena, leaning against the wooden garden fence, suddenly lowered her head and shouted timidly to Glo. Judging from her gentle appearance now, she can't see the arrogance and domineering of the "Witch of Fire" in the future, as if she is just an ordinary aristocratic lady who has not yet married.

And now, this young lady seems to have a little more shame in her heart.

After the middle-aged butler came running and whispered, Marcuro and Bogne quickly hurried away. As a result, only Glo and Miss Lena were left here to admire the moon.

"The moonlight is beautiful tonight."

"Really? But I think it's no different from a normal night! ”

"How can there be no difference? Because tonight there is a beautiful young lady here. ”

The bandit leader forgot his true identity and smiled sweetly. I don't know what's going on, looking at the small and delicate side face of this young lady, a certain string in his heart seems to be touched, and there is no longer the habitual coldness of otaku to strange women in the past.

"What just happened—"

"Just a little accident."

Glo took a white cloth handkerchief from the pocket of her black dress and squeezed her nose. Autumn in the Northland is so dry that it's easy to get caught on fire and get nosebleeds. He looked up at the full moon in the night sky, unwilling to dwell on the subject any longer.

There was a momentary silence between the two of them, and it was not until after three or five minutes that the bandit leader felt the wetness in his nostrils fade slightly, and then he looked away from the full moon.

A grey goose with white tail feathers suddenly jumped into the flower bed, flapped its wings a few times, and then quacked, and then another, smaller one, fell. Two long pale yellow beaks are affectionately arranging their feathers with each other.

Is this a blatant show of affection for dog food?

The bandit leader muttered to himself. He turned his head to look at Lina beside him, only to find that the young lady's gaze was also looking at the two grey geese - in the folklore of the Elantre kingdom, pairs of grey geese symbolize loyal love and a beautiful marriage between a man and a woman, and every young man who sees the grey geese appear in pairs will be blessed with affection.

In the garden on an autumn night, a cool breeze swayed at some point.

Lena Barros's pale lips were drawn into a thin line, and she pulled up the long skirt of her evening gown, and jumped into the flower bed with her hands on the guardrail, plucking a golden daisy.

"Lena, what are you doing?"

Glo shouted as she looked at the red-haired young lady.

"A daisy."

"But I think the one next to me is a match for you."

Glo stretched out his hand and pointed to a string of blooming violets in the pergola beside hers—pale blue star-like petals between dots of turquoise, far more visually powerful than a tiny daisy.

"But I need these now."

"Oh. Is there any particular reason? ”

"I've heard the priests of Rayat say that chrysanthemum petals are effective in treating the symptoms of nosebleeds."

Miss Lena climbed back from the guardrail and replied with a serious, unsmiling voice. She handed Daisy to the bandit leader's eyelids, moving her to tears.

Glo couldn't help but be moved, both in his past and present life, and that he had never received a flower from his sister - he had taken the yellow daisy from Lena Barros, and he hesitated for a moment, and finally, carefully, pinned the daisy to the brooch of his dress.

"Mr. Lecter."

"What's the matter?"

"I think you should chew this chrysanthemum now, it's good for your symptoms."

Miss Lena looked at Glo several times, and then couldn't help but remind.

Once again, the bandit leader almost burst into tears.

A faint fragrance and a hint of bitterness spread through her lips and teeth, and Glo finally reacquainted herself with the legendary Miss Lena Barros, who had a great insight and a caring heart for others under the prestige of violence. But I don't know if it's a common problem of the masters, whether it's Radia or the one in front of her, she is almost insulated from the romance that women usually look forward to, and she is completely a mutant species among women.

And these mutated species may become the other half of his life in the future.

In his previous life, Glo never thought about any story with the famous "Witch of Fire" in the game, and before that, he was surprised by the beauty of this young lady, and a little caution also made him fall into thinking about the concept of love again.

"Cousin Lena."

"Well, Cousin Marcuro."

The hall was brightly lit, and the light through the windows intertwined with the moonlight, casting large patches of light in the garden. The singer's singing continued, and there seemed to be a faint crisp sound of wine glasses clashing - the party was still lively, but the owner of the manor, Marculo Escude, quietly returned to the secluded garden. It could be seen that Macuro had drunk a lot of wine, his fair face was slightly red, and his eyes were a little more drunk.

"Is it a pleasure to get along with Mr. Lecter?"

Marcuro belched and asked suddenly.