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The red flames danced in the air, radiating the most precious light of the lower city, and the grease burned in the room with a unique smell, and after all this, the Messira put the pot away, and then sat in the corner and quietly watched Darius.

In fact, for Darius, the little bit of light added is actually dispensable, he has dark vision, as long as he can see what is written in the book through a little glimmer of light outside the window, but he did not stop the Messiah, after all, this is also a small hole card, he does not want to be easily known by others about his peculiarity.

This book is a reward from the witch LeBlanc, because from the information obtained by LeBlanc, the words "uneducated" are clearly written in the record report to Darius, and if you want to go further on the road to power, you only know that it is obviously not possible to fight and kill.

How can an illiterate person be a general?

The generals of Noxus are brutal and murderous, and there are many who are stubborn and self-serving, and there are countless who are insidious and cunning, but I have not heard of any general who knows nothing but fighting and killing people.

In Noxus. Aristocrats are not necessarily generals, but generals must be nobles, especially those powerful military aristocratic families, and every new family descendant will receive a perfect and good aristocratic education.

Although Darius was tempted to say that he was not illiterate, especially since he had received an education that was far more intense than the Noxian nobles imagined, how could such a thing be explained?

So LeBlanc pulled out a large number of books from her huge library, stuffed them into a pocket watch made of gold, and handed them to him.

【Tony's Gold Pocket Watch】

This thing doesn't have any stat bonuses, but it means no less to Darius than an epic piece of equipment, and Tony is not a god that Darius knows, he should be the maker of this pocket watch, which is a pocket watch that opens up a miniature dimensional space.

In addition to the books that LeBlanc gave to Darius, this pocket watch also contains two of his weapons and the Dark Resonance Crystal, which seals West's soul.

He has received so many rewards from LeBlanc, which of course means that Black Rose does see him as a member of the club with great potential. So he didn't ask how to get a new body for West, and he really didn't have the right to ask for it again until he made a contribution that was enough to be worthy of these investments.

Thankfully, thankfully, Darius knew the words, or most of them. When he joined the Reynolds Brotherhood to solve the problem of food and clothing for himself and his younger brother, the most correct plan he did was to learn the written language.

This is a rare occurrence in the lower part of Noxus, where the literacy rate does not exceed five percent, and education is a luxury for such a huge slum-like place, which avoids the embarrassment of Darius starting with literacy.

The book he now has in his hand is not an obscure magic book, but an encyclopedia-like naturalist book that details the history, geography, and customs of Valoran's various countries. The books that the witch queen picked out for him were at least screened, and there was nothing he couldn't understand at all.

This is clearly an official publication, not a private manuscript of a historian, because when looking at this section of Noxus, the traces of the reign of the Black Rose are completely erased. From the establishment of this kingdom to the coming to power of the military junta, there is not a single record of the decades of history in between.

Darius closed the page, tucked it away in his pocket watch, then reached out and picked up the water glass on the table, and took a sip, only to find it empty. He glanced back at Messira, only to find that Messira had stood up the moment he took the glass, and had now reached him with the kettle.

Are you getting lazy? Or are you used to having a maid to serve? He passed the cup over and watched as Messira poured hot water into the cup, the sound of water pouring into the quilt was the only sound in the room.

He read a book and didn't speak, and the Messira couldn't speak, Darius suddenly felt very depressed in this room, he looked carefully at the calm Messira, and realized that he had hardly communicated with the girl he lived with. It seems that she likes to watch herself quietly in addition to housework.

So he pointed to the spot next to him, and motioned for the Messira, who had put down the kettle, to sit there.

The dim light shone on the face of this young, even young, girl, and even faintly visible delicate veins under the almost transparent skin, and her dark and bright eyes reflected the dancing flames and the shadow of Darius, and sat slightly dazed where Darius pointed.

"You...... How old is it? ”

Darius, who had been thinking for a long time and didn't know what to say, held back such a question, and then Messira gestured with his hand.

Fifteen?

Thinking of what he did to this girl, putting it in his hometown is definitely enough to sentence, but no one here cares about this. Regardless of the trial, no one will even accuse him.

The darkness in Darius's heart overpowered the moral uneasiness, and he didn't know what to say, and then he noticed that Messira was wearing only a short white robe that was close to the body, and there was only a slight bulge on his chest, and the white fabric was slightly transparent, and at such a close distance, he could faintly see a little red bud reflected underneath.

Thoughts rushed through his mind in the enclosed space, and he remembered the night Lovren pushed her to himself, his young, forbidden and deadly body.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch the girl's face, the smooth and tender feeling was as if he was caressing a piece of silk, and what was even worse was that Messira still had her eyes open, and there was no expression on her calm face, innocently looking at Darius who rubbed her little face with her rough hand.

The man's breathing became heavy all of a sudden, since it was already the first time, where did he need to suppress his desire at this time? He stretched out his other hand and picked up the whole Messira, so that she sat on his lap facing him, and the Messira, who understood Darius's thoughts, was suddenly flushed, but she did not close her eyes shyly, but looked firmly into the eyes of Darius.

It was a pair of lustful eyes.

Darius reached out and slowly untied her clothes, the skin that had lost the protection of her coat quickly erupted into goosebumps after being exposed to the cold air, and then she was held tightly in Darius's arms, and the man put his head on her shoulder, greedily sniffing the fragrance coming from her hair.

That's the taste of youth.

He stretched out his tongue to lick~ lick her small earlobe, and then went all the way down to the green bud, he could even clearly feel that Messira couldn't help but tremble, the girl whose throat was ruined by the poison couldn't make a sound, but her rapid breathing reached Darius's ears so moving.

He laid Messira flat on the couch and took off his restraints, his smooth muscles and bronzed skin resembling a bronze statue in the light, contrasting with his snow-white body.

In the moment when the two men were intimately connected, Darius remembered a novel he had read.

A passage from that classic literary tome.

, the light of my life, the fire of my desires.

My sin, my soul.

> tip of the tongue up, in three steps, gently descending from the roof of the palate down on the teeth.

Darius whispered.

“。”

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The book review area promised the book friend to write another chapter before going to bed.,It's almost four o'clock after writing.,My salted fish is really slow.,Anyway, the scale of writing won't exceed the standard, right? Friends, where are your recommendations and tips?