Veronica lifted Jobutron's chin and drew a nice arc at the corners of her mouth.

A beautiful mole under the left eye makes Veronica look even more foxy now.

A smile and a smile tugged at Jobbutrean's heartstrings.

"Despite your knowledge, it seems that you don't have enough practical experience?"

Veronica said softly,

"Do you want me, sister, to teach you a lesson?"

Jobuterron didn't dare to look directly into Veronica's seductive eyes, so he stubbornly turned his head away,

"Watch your attitude, I'm your leader."

"So what? As soon as the door is locked, isn't there only room for you and me? ”

Looking at Jobteran's handsome face, Veronica held his cheek.

At this moment, the spring in the room is infinite, and only the beautiful woman and the handsome little student are alone.

Rhodes didn't know about the two people in the room, and when Rhodes re-entered the room, he saw that Jobuterrand was pretending to be serious and looking through the papers, but the messy clothes on his body and the lip prints on his neck revealed that maybe things were not simple.

Veronica covered her mouth and left the room, having promised Jobuterrand on his errand.

This is also why Veronica appears at Ainsta's house as a candidate.

Veronica poisoned Jobutron's heart, a poison called desire.

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"Khcherov, you're dying, hurry."

Effie trotted all the way ahead of Kercherov.

Khcherov did not have a place to live until he received his new identity, so he temporarily stayed at Effie's house.

Kcherov took some gold marks out of the bearer account of the Secret Society in the bank to pay for his lodging.

Mrs. Michelle smiled when she received the money, and her exact words at the time were like this,

"Oh, at last you are a conscientious fellow, and the broad-hearted Madame Michelle will accept this lovely golden mark."

Had it not been for the golden mark in Mrs. Michelle's eyes and her outstretched hand, she would have thought that this was a sign of honour that Khcherov had used to honor her.

The old injuries on Kercherov's body have almost healed, and the rest are the external injuries from the bump on the way to the pharmacy on his back on his back that day.

I have to mention that the purple cloud paste concocted by Mrs. Michelle is amazingly good. ①

In just three days, the wound showed no signs of inflammation and had already crusted over.

Except for the pain in his left leg, the other injuries were not enough for Khcherov to grit his teeth and get through it.

And today Kcherov is going out shopping with Effie.

This is also an act under Mrs. Michelle's tacit permission.

Regarding Effie's accident in a coma that day, Kercherov tested Mrs. Michelle's tone.

Judging by Mrs. Michelle's reaction at the time, it seems that she had encountered such a situation more than once.

The recipe for the potion poured on Effie's head at the time was clearly not the product of an improvised idea, but a recipe born of precise calculations.

When Kercherov asked about it, Mrs. Michelle replied with a babbling remark.

"When you look for them, they're already watching you. Don't be too curious, lad. ”

This sentence discouraged Kercherov's desire to delve deeper.

"Kecherov!" Effie puffed her back and grumbled as she looked at the slow-moving Kercherov.

Kecherov couldn't help but laugh when he saw Effie's appearance, and stepped forward to pinch Effie's bulging little face.

"You look as angry as a frog in one of Mrs. Michelle's bottles full of alcohol."

"Ah, is it really that ugly?" Effie asked simply.

"No, no, I'm kidding." Kercherov responded.

Effie pouted and whispered, "Hmph, you know you're bullying me." ”

Not far away, there was a cacophony of people, and it was the sound from the other side of the concert hall square.

Effie's attention was drawn to the noise, so she took Kercherov's hand and walked over there.

"Let's go, let's join in the fun."

Reluctant to be led by Effie, Kercherov squeezed into the front row of the crowd.

"Hey, what are you looking at?" Effie asked the others.

"Tickets for the Mooney Black Festival are now being booked! Only five gold marks are required! It's a triennial event. Countless tourists will come to our city to enjoy this musical feast. ”

"Ahh Five gold marks is that? Effie replied dismayedly.

Even when she came out to buy groceries today, Mrs. Michelle only gave two gold marks, which was still the weight of Kcherov.

"Of course, there will be many internationally renowned music masters who will be performing, and it is said that this year's maestro who has shocked the literary world will also be participating."

The passerby said excitedly.

"What literary master?" Effie asked curiously.

"Master Nietzsche, he is a famous linguist, philosopher, poet, cultural critic, and composer in our country." ②

"Oh my God, is that the same Nietzsche master who wrote The Birth of Tragedy?" Effie asked in surprise.

"yes, so five gold marks is definitely worth the money."

Kecherov patted Effie on the shoulder and attached himself to Effie's ear,

"Hehe, if you want to see it, I have a way to take you in."

Effie covered her mouth in surprise, looked around sneakily, and deliberately lowered her voice and asked,

"Really?"

Kecherov doted on the lovely Effie and touched Effie's hair,

"Really. I know people in the concert hall. Can I take you backstage? ”

Effie's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she said excitedly,

"Can I ask the musicians and artists for autographs?"

"Of course." Kecherov said with an eyebrow.

"Oh my God, Kecherov, you're awesome!" Effie jumped up excitedly, hugged Kecherov with both hands, and gently left a kiss on Kecherov's face.

Kcherov was overwhelmed by the sudden attack of Effie, and suddenly his ears turned red with shyness.

In Kercherov's senses, the world became quiet, and he could only hear his own heartbeat, which was pounding and accelerating.

The whole world seems to have entered black and white, and only the girl Effie in front of her is dazzling.

At this moment, Kcherov realized that he had unconsciously liked the girl in front of him.

It's not the possessive desire before, it's not the indulgent animality of the yellow-clothed believers, but the love from the bottom of my heart.

A ridiculous thought flashed through Kecherov's heart,

"If it's for you, why don't you let me betray the world?"