On the central rooftop of Windsor's Inner Fort is a mysterious flower room with crystal clear throughout, which is known as the "Glass Garden" throughout Kent.

It is said that every piece of crystal glass that built the house was carefully smelted by the goblin craftsmen of Bracada and transported to the mainland of Erathia via a remote and dangerous trade route, and it took two years to complete the construction. Among them, the loss of glass itself in transit alone is as high as 60%, not to mention the almost staggering escort costs. So, someone secretly appraised the price of the glazed garden, and the result was that if the same glass house were to be replicated, the cost would be enough to bankrupt a knight.

However, apart from Mathil herself and Viscount Salk, who was allowed to visit by chance, no one else was able to set foot in this mysterious place. Even the servants of the Salk family were not allowed to enter it, and Matil herself took care of all the affairs of the flower house.

Now, Moriarty was led to the rooftop by the maid.

With just a respectful bow, the maid who had completed the task quickly retreated, and did not even forget to close the entrance door gently before leaving.

Looking at the flawless and clean glazed garden like a crystal palace under the moonlight, Moriarty suddenly had an illusion, as if the mysterious flower room in front of him was really the quiet abode of the moon god in the world. For some reason, he hesitated to move forward.

"What? You gave me a garden, but you don't know it? Morty. ”

At this moment, a shadow appeared in the garden, it was really Mathil, dressed in a purple cloak.

"Huh. Is it still to your liking? Seeing the woman appear, Moriarty calmed down and walked towards her with a smile.

"Naturally, I like it." Glancing at the approaching man again, Martil withdrew her gaze and looked at the bush of delicate roses in front of her: "I like everything you sent." ”

"Why be so stupid, Marty?"

Looking at the lonely and self-hurting look on Salk Pearl's face, Moriarty couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart.

At the Insberg family's dinner a few years ago, Moriarty had made it clear to her that she wanted to be friends. Then. Martiel's grief left the table. It caused a wave of speculation among the other nobles. But when Moriarty returned to Bracada, Salk's letters came as if nothing had happened, chatting with him about all sorts of interesting things and news that came and went. In this regard, Moriarty had several times tried to refuse to reply to the letter. But in the end, I still don't give up. Afterwards. When Matiel mentions that the magic rose given to her back then was a little wilted due to lack of light. Moriarty had the audacity to order a complete set of crystal glass flower houses directly from the Goblin Chamber of Commerce in the south, and shipped them back to Kent in batches through the channels of the Doro Chamber of Commerce. Even if there was a loss on the way due to bumps and other reasons, Moriarty insisted on adding orders to make up all the consumables.

"Where am I stupid. It's just a love obsession. ”

Matiel looked up and smiled at the man's eyes, but tears flowed from her own eyes.

What a glass garden, what a magic necklace, in her opinion, are just useless things. Only the people in front of you are really the knots in your heart that you can't forget for thousands of days and nights.

"Marty..."

Like the dew on the petals, Moriarty looked at the tears on the woman's white cheeks, and tried to reach out to stroke her, but his hand was in the air and froze.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a red flame flew up in the distant sky, and then fell like a meteor to the head of Windsor Castle, splashing a rain-like spark with a roar, which looked charming and deadly in the night. That's the devil attacking the city again.

Hearing the explosion of the fireball, Matiel suddenly trembled slightly, as if she was frightened by a terrible demonic spell.

Looking at the thin figure of the lonely lotus in the wind, Moriarty could no longer suppress the pity in his heart, and gently hugged the woman into his arms.

"Morty..."

As if feeling the warmth that had been lost for a long time, and as if the deepest dream had resurfaced in front of her, Matiel leaned tightly against the man's chest, whispering the other person's name over and over again, as if calling, as if confirming.

With his hands gently wrapped around the woman's waist, and there was a hazy fragrance to his nose, Moriarty, who had been determined, was also lost unconsciously.

In this way, as if the closest lovers, Martiel and Moriarty snuggled up to each other in the glazed garden. A charming aroma is also like aging in a bottle, gradually becoming more and more concentrated in the flower room.

I don't know how long it took, but Mathil suddenly broke away from the other party's embrace with a gentle force. Then, under the man's gaze, she quietly took two steps back, and then gently tugged at the silk silk of the cloak on her chest.

"Wow!"

Like a light fish that has faded from the mud, the purple cloak falls gently and unhindered, revealing a wonderful woman's carcass.

In the moonlight, it seems that the jade female body slightly exudes a holy brilliance. Under the curve of the waves, the white reflection of the skin and the shadow particles composed of hair-tufts are opposed and unified, which makes people feel so pitiful that they want to bow down but do not want to give birth to the slightest blasphemy.

Outside the window, the night is like ink, the moonlight is like water, and there is a little bit of flying fire like fireworks.

In this transparent crystal flower room, Matiel is transformed into the legendary pure and flawless flower elf, looking at her beloved man a few steps away.

Waiting, being loved, or, despairing.

Finally, after a tormenting moment of silence, the man in front of him gently opened his arms. Then, Matiel rushed back into the other's arms, laughing and crying...

In the sky above the glazed garden, at this moment, a pale blue transparent figure suddenly shrugged helplessly, and then after a blur like water waves, the figure disappeared completely.

Two hours later, Moriarty and Matiel walked out of the flower room hand in hand. At this time, the woman had re-fastened her purple cloak, and there was no longer any gap, only a trace of spring was still on her flushed cheeks.

"Morty, love you!"

Holding the man's palm. Matiel murmured under her breath, and as if she was desperate, she stood on tiptoe and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"I love you too, Marty."

Looking at Matiel, who had just handed over a qiē to him in front of him, Moriarty looked at the woman tenderly and said in a deep voice. Since he really couldn't let go of the other party, Moriarty no longer ran away.

"Lord Viscount shouldn't have slept yet, I'll go talk to him." Smiling at Salk Pearl again, Moriarty said directly.

Hearing this, a smile like a flower immediately bloomed on Matiel's face, but it quickly faded. Instead of worry and shame: "I. I will go with you to my father. ”

"No need, you go back to your room to rest first, you were tired just now." Moriarty shook his head and smiled again.

"Morty!"

Listen to the other party mention the love in the flower room again. Matiel immediately became shy. Looking back on it now. She also found it a little incredible. I would have had the courage to take the initiative to fight Moriati Spring - the wind a few times. The pleasures are indescribable, and even Matiel feels like a in the spring love she has just let loose.

"Okay, I like it. I like how you are...'cute'. As if he was afraid that he would really annoy the thin-faced Salk Pearl, Moriarty stopped laughing and praised him seriously.

"Well... Just love you... Morty... Love you..."

was really very fond of the man in front of him, and under the praise and ridicule of the other party, Matiel only felt that there was a mud under her body again, and she couldn't help but blush her cheeks again.

In the end, Moriarty didn't tease any longer, but tightened her cloak for her, and walked off the roof with her.

Afterwards, Moriarty sent Matiel back to her room, where she had her own maid to bathe and change her clothes. He then went to Viscount Salk under the guidance of another servant.

The old man was also a little surprised by Moriarty's late-night visit. Before he could change the armor that had just returned from the city, he welcomed the other party into his living room. Then, at the request of Moriarty, all the servants withdrew, and the door of the hall was shut.

Over the course of the next hour, the servants waiting outside the door heard the Viscount's furious roar several times, as well as the sound of ping-pong smashing. It's just that they have already been strictly ordered, and they don't dare to open the hall door without permission to peep. For this reason, the foreman's steward even hurriedly invited the chief steward of Windsor Castle to respond. However, the old butler, who had only just come from Miss Martier, turned a deaf ear to the unusual noise in the drawing-room, and instead smiled and took care of the servants who waited outside honestly and did not act rashly.

Finally, the door of the hall, which had been closed for a long time, was slowly opened from the inside. Several servants who had been terrified to this day immediately stood respectfully, their eyes lowered and did not dare to look at them in the slightest.

"Haha, Morty, that's it! It is indeed inconvenient to be in wartime. But once the kingdom has driven out the demons, the official ceremony will be carried out as much as possible! In the midst of a burst of laughter, Viscount Salk walked out of the parlor first, and his face was not full of anger, but rather of being very happy.

"Yes, Lord Viscount, I'll be ready."

In comparison, the image of Moriarty seems to be much more wolfish than before entering the parlor. Not only was the robe torn in many places, but there was even an obvious bruise on the corner of his mouth, as if he had just been beaten.

And to such a strange scene, the servants on both sides did not dare to react except to lower their heads.

After Moriarty left, Viscount Salk went directly to Matiel's room. At this time, Salk Pearl had already finished freshening up, changed into a nightgown and leaned against the velvet bed in a daze. It's just that the flush on his cheeks is still beautiful, and the waves in his eyes are softer as if they can drip water.

"Marty... Alas! Are you satisfied? What's the problem? ”

Walking into the bedroom and looking at his daughter with a happy face, the smile on the old man's face had long since disappeared, and he was replaced by a long sigh.

"Father, are you fighting?"

Instead of answering the viscount's question, Matiel raised her eyes and smiled amusedly.

"I beat him up!" Seeing his daughter's mischievous smile, Viscount Salk was really like a helpless old father, nodded and admitted: "But this kid's skills are not bad, except for the middle-level mage, I didn't expect him to have the strength of a fourth-level warrior, and he is also tough when beaten." ”

"Hehe, you used to say that whoever wants to marry me must beat someone up first. Now you've got your way. Seemingly not worried about the physical altercation between the old man and his lover, Matiel laughed happily.

"Well, if only that were the case!" Hearing this, the viscount couldn't help but sigh again, and then looked at his beloved daughter fixedly: "Marty, are you really willing to 'share' your husband with other women?" ”

"Share?" Matiel's eyes lowered, her white cheeks as quiet as a baby: "All I know is that I love him........."