Chapter 37: The Mutation Caused by a Small Butterfly

The ascetic tribe, the room belonging to the chieftain, Princess Lisandro, resounded with panting, a man's voice, a woman's voice that could not be concealed even in the dark! As long as a man or woman is fifteen or sixteen years old, a blood-boiling and imaginary picture will naturally come to mind. But alas, no one dared to stay in the room of the leader of the dervish tribe in the dark night, so no one could enjoy this kind of reverie.

Augustus sat on the side of the chuang, panting and looking at Lisandro, who was also exhausted and naked like a salted fish, lying on the chuang, if it weren't for the blood red on the chuang, Augustus really couldn't believe that the chuang was brave and fierce, and it was the first time that Lisandro, who was possessed by the goddess of desire, had communicated between the sexes.

The two of them lingered for nearly two hours on the big chuang that was large enough for four people to sleep, and the traces of the battle were all over the house, and Augustus, who had the strength of a great knight, was a little overwhelmed, but the magician Lisandro, who was known for his weakness, showed that he still had the strength to spare, and he really responded to the sentence, there was no ploughed field, only tired oxen.

At noon, Lisandro called him to come to the room, and Augustus had some speculation in his heart, but he didn't expect it to be such a beautiful scene! She didn't believe that Lisandro, a woman whose reason was far more than emotion, had fallen in love with her, and she couldn't believe that the rational and ambitious Princess Lisandro would be overwhelmed by emotion, and then desperately invite him to come to Chuang to turn over the clouds.

Augustus was confident, but he didn't have the charm to feel charismatic and make Lisandro surrender. If that's the case, it's not called self-confidence, it's called conceit. In Augustus's mind, Lisandro is like the jewel of the Noxian Army's Soul General Du Quecao, and now the ominous Blade Miss Caterina who serves as an assassin in a mysterious unit, although they can make them like a man. But they belong to the difficult category to conquer, and their intellect is far greater than emotional sensibility.

But Augustus was not stupid enough to ask, to be able to conquer one of the three most powerful women of the Ferreljord tribe, even to sleep with this woman and return to Noxus is a thing that even many old nobles who have lived for seventy or eighty years and have experienced the polishing and precipitation of glory are jealous.

What's more, including Princess Ash of the Ice Shooter Tribe, aren't there two?

Therefore, Augustus chose to do it very wisely, and of course, when he was in love with Princess Lisandro, he naturally had to have some love words. These are the wise words of Uncle Fransted, who has communicated with many noble ladies and ladies in Noxus with this outstanding skin: Augustus, chuang and chuang are two completely different concepts! There may be a small number of women under the chuang who are disgusted with the hypocritical love words of men, but what about the chuang? No woman will be disgusted with the gushing love words that come out of a man's mouth, his wings like a demon can make a woman more depraved and intoxicated, and the man and woman who only know that they work hard will only have one night together. This is already the greatest luck!

Augustus didn't have any bigoted remarks about the most important relative in his heart except for Aunt Carros in the city of Auder, but he agreed with Fransde's last sentence, a man who doesn't know how to talk about love on chuang will always have a long-term intimate relationship with a woman, after all, only a few women will be more interested in the dragon root of a man's lower body than anything! Isn't the lonely lady who comes out to have fun more thirsty for psychological comfort while seeking physical comfort? Augustus couldn't have understood this better.

Whether it is recorded in the "Directory of Contemporary Knights of the Empire": "Guliglan, the sixth knight of the empire, dressed in white like snow and with a clear silver spear, challenged the five knights of the empire in ten years. Undefeated! "The sixth knight Gulligland, who has the title of crooked knight scum, or Fransted, who won the Iron Oak Order under the favor of struggle and the goddess of luck, and luckily entered the threshold of nobility, can be regarded as a person of outstanding speech. The two have done particularly well in their research on women.

For example, Guliglan, who trained Augustus for nearly three years, once said such a sentence that Augustus still remembers vividly: The charm of women is in two peaks and a hole, the higher the peak, the more people feel conquered, and the deeper the hole, the more men can improve their combat effectiveness when conquering!

In contrast to Guliglan, Franste studied many obscure religious texts. Later, in order to attract noblewomen and ladies, he had read bard books and many novels, and his words were obviously more connotative than Gooliglan, and in his leisure time he lay on the walls of Sark with Augustus and Sain basking in the sun. He has said many classic remarks about women, such as: "For women, we must report a tolerant attitude, even if they are rude, willful, unreasonable, noble, elegant, cold, rejective, and debauched, we should look at them with gentle eyes, just like looking at a lover who has just spent a wonderful evening with us!" When we look at them tenderly, we should be confident, and constantly hint to ourselves that since God says to himself that we are men, we are destined to be invincible in the war between men and women, who told us to have one more thing that any woman needs but does not have! ”

With these two knights who are isolated from the orthodox knights and orthodox nobles of Noxus, the pure teachings of the nobles, and the noble young master Borlet, who is no more noble, to help mention the points, even if Augustus is a clumsy guy, in the past six years, he has transformed into a nobleman who can speak well, spit sweet words and gentle eyes, and his face is not red and his heart does not beat, and he shows elegance.

No, in the two hours of epic battle with Lisandro, Augustus showed the pure teachings of Fransted and Guliglan to the fullest, and for two hours he did not say a single repetitive word of praise, and these words were full of provocative meanings between men and women, but with the poetry that many bards did not want to approve of this bard scum but had to recognize!

Panting, lying on the chuang like a salted fish, Lisandro could not but admire Augustus's astonishing physical strength and all the aristocratic qualities that he had seen nobles possess, at least from the two hours of unrepeated praise, it was evident that Augustus had surpassed most of the aristocratic young masters who had worked tirelessly to get the hearts of nobles and celebrities.

Reluctantly sitting up from the chuang, Lisandro secretly cursed Augustus, a fellow who had no mercy, but forgot who turned over again and again in the posture of a man and a woman and a conqueror to start the charge in a crazy hysterical manner, causing the battle that should have ended in half an hour to be repeated again and again, a total of four times, and both of them were defeated. Run out of steam.

Fortunately, there was no one to assassinate at this time, otherwise even an ordinary mid-level assassin could easily kill them, a pervert with the strength of a level 15 great knight who was only two steps away from entering the central knight, and a high-level magician with a tulip badge that was close to the strength of a magical sage.

Lisandro doesn't have a trace of ~ not having a habit of meeting people, even if the man in front of him is the one who knows his body best. But at this moment, she really didn't have the extra strength to squander, so she could only cover her lower body with a cup that couldn't hide the spring light, looked at Lisandro who was sitting by the chuang and pondered, and said: "I admit that your small move the day before yesterday caused my body to sleep for a long time and belong to a woman's sensibility, so there is today's thing!" ”

Augustus looked back at Lisandro in confusion, he really didn't understand what Lisandro meant. The day before yesterday, was it because I gave up the night before yesterday that you didn't force your menstrual affairs, or did I repay you for your animal behavior when I knew that you had deceived me and you didn't have menstrual affairs and I didn't get angry and angry? Augustus really couldn't recall what had happened the day before yesterday for Lisandro to arouse the sensuality that women should have. And to make this crazy move today.

Shang chuang, this move is also crazy!

Lisan Zhuo glanced at Augustus with a puzzled face, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes and quickly covered it up without leaving a trace, and laughed at himself: "Augustus, perhaps in your eyes, I am just a treacherous and cunning woman who wants to sit on the throne of the Lord of Ferreltrud by any means, but such a woman also has times when she is tired, so I also want someone to help her share some burdens at some time, maybe give him a shoulder to lean on!" Whether you intentionally or unintentionally helped me keep out the cold wind ahead. I don't regret my decision today! Lisandro looked straight at Augustus and said in a queenly manner, "I just need to rest, but it won't change my original direction and goal!" I am definitely the Lord of Ferreljord! ”

Listening to this absurd, even some ridiculous and ridiculous reason, Augustus couldn't laugh. Looking at the resolute and cold woman in front of him, Augustus couldn't help but feel a little pity in his heart.

The noblest woman of the ascetic tribe had stayed by his side as a maid before she had even reached Ferreljord, at least then the maid would have been much happier, and now?

Arrive in the permafrost tundra. The maid returned to the dervish tribe and accepted the appointment of the then leader of the dervish tribe, Mafula, to become the leader of the ascetic tribe of the new generation. Stick to the last wish of Princess Mafule, whom she regards as her mother, and unite Ferreljord!

The burden on the head of this dervish tribe was too heavy and too heavy.

Augustus took a deep breath, restrained his emotions that were not necessary, did not get up from the chuang, and then lay down with Lisandro, and hugged the noble woman who was already overwhelmed with one hand.

Lisandro obviously resisted a little, but after two moves, she stopped resisting, and let Augustus do it, thinking to herself that this was my first and last fall, for the sake of that damn woman's sensuality! However, the next storm did not win the storm that Lisandro imagined, and the death lingered, Augustus gently hugged Lisandro's shoulders, the two of them lay down together, and said softly: "I will leave Ferreljord tomorrow, and when the time comes, I will help you clear the hidden danger of the barbarians, at least so that the barbarians will not become an obstacle for you to unify Ferreljord!" ”

Lisandro didn't speak, and closed her eyes heavily.

Augustus held Lisandro in his arms and fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, Lisandro broke free from Augustus's embrace in her sleep, rolled to the narrow side of the corner of the bed, and fell asleep quietly with her body bent.

When Augustus woke up, he brought Lisandro back twice, but after two times, Lisandro still rolled to sleep in the same small place as she was, with cold sweat on her forehead, obviously in a very poor sleep state.

Augustus was a little impressed by this woman, who still had so much energy every day to deal with the affairs of the ascetic tribe in this sleeping condition, and was able to talk to him so rationally, and even resist and linger with him later.

sighed softly: It's a poor man!

Augustus didn't force this person to be noble in front of him, but took off that noble identity and went to Lisandro, who was just a poor woman, hesitated slightly, Augustus moved his body, and lay on the corner of Lisandro's head with Lisandro, holding Lisandro's tall body that had driven him crazy with one hand, and there was no lust ~ at this moment.

Gently hugging Lisandro, who was already asleep, Augustus made a decision and said softly: "I am a Noxian knight with the Order of Iron Oak, and you are the master of the ascetic tribe, and even the lord of Ferreljord, so I can't give you any promises, but at this moment I am willing to be your shoulder, Lisandro!" ”

At this moment, putting aside the disguise of the aristocracy and the masquerade of a politician, there is only the sincerity of a man named Augustus!

PowerbyYOZOSOFT (To be continued.) )