A young couple had moved in from the town of Marvin in Yorkshire, and Jenny simply didn't know how to describe them.

First of all, Mrs. Box, who did not look to be more than 30 years old, was dignified and elegant, and on the day she first arrived, she wore a long white dress, a pearl necklace around her white neck, and her bare skin seemed to flow with the brilliance of moonlight, which was breathtakingly beautiful.

Although Jeanne had never seen a jewel of any kind, she could swear to the god of agriculture and harvest that every pearl on Mrs. Box's neck could be exchanged for a large amount of gold coins, which was a woman's magical instinct in the field of jewelry.

It stands to reason that even if the other party is a young and beautiful woman, she will continue to magnify the other party's shortcomings in the bottom of her heart, and try her best to find faults, such as being, being unfaithful to her husband, or being bitter and mean, and being arrogant and rude.

As the daughter of the baker at the oldest bakery in town, Jenny used this method to disparage Amanda, the stylish waitress at the Bighorn Bar opposite, to worthless, although in private they could still laugh and walk hand in hand to buy groceries in the upper block.

But when confronted with Mrs. Box, Jenny had no such thoughts, not at all, and in front of her, Jenny was only nervous and ashamed of herself, and could not give birth to the slightest thought of comparison and slander, as if she would be ruthlessly stamped as a "bad girl" if she did so.

And then there was Mr. Box, God, at last this part, Jenny thought excitedly with a flushed face, it was a tall, handsome blonde youth, and when she looked closely, Jenny thought it would be more appropriate to describe it as dark gold.

Handsome face, high nose bridge, deep facial features, gray-blue pupils reveal a mysterious temperament, not to mention broad shoulders supporting a straight back and muscular upper body, thin but full of strength waist, and a pair of straight and slender legs wrapped in trousers, every part of which makes people fascinated.

Despite the smile on his face, Mr. Box was still out of step with Marven Town, he was too handsome and too extravagant.

The young girls, who were about the same age as Jenny, could not resist the handsome and somewhat excessive Mr. Box, and the older women did not resist much in the face of such a handsome and outstanding youth, and quickly let go of their guards.

From the first sight of Mr. Box, Jeanne could no longer take her eyes off him, until Mrs. Box took him by the hand and walked into the yard, entered the gate, and disappeared from sight, and then she sighed heavily, and felt that the whole world had darkened, and that a color seemed to disappear before her eyes.

In a remote and uninformed town like Marvin, where people rarely go out, they work on their own farms or pastures, and they are self-sufficient, and the most noble person they can contact is a pastor of an agricultural church who lives alone in the northern part of the town, and only appears on Sundays or on important occasions, and occasionally meets a group or two of adventurers who go to the high mountains of the north.

More often than not, life is uneventful, and the days are uneventful, year after year.

In all fairness, Jenny could not find a trace of temperament similar to that of the Boxes in these big names, and the mayor of the town, who had always been arrogant before, and the mayor's wife, who was generous on the surface but was actually very stingy, were like circus clowns in front of the Boxers.

Dressed in old-school aristocratic manners, the Boxes are like the heroes and heroines who fall in love in the stories of Emanuel, the famous bard of the Kingdom of Faro, or the elves and fairies that only appear in mythological tales, making them irresistible and becoming the town's most striking luminous objects in just a short moment.

Jenny would have liked to have the courage to visit, but after considering the reality, she decided to abandon the word "visit" and instead remind, yes, a reminder, to warn the Boxes of the gangsters in town who had bad convictions.

But strangely, the guys who usually make a living from protection money actually went from house to house warning them not to disturb the Boxes, claiming that the couple was under their protection.

What a hell!

As the days went by, the Boxes did not usually like to go out, only on good days would they drink a cup of black tea in the yard, enjoy some exquisite snacks, and occasionally have a family barbecue, but they also looked noble and elegant, very different from ordinary people.

Two weeks later, on a fine afternoon, Jenny had the privilege of baking a small cake, a tart, a caramel toast and a croissant for Mr. and Mrs. Box, and had the good fortune to have three words with Mr. Box: "Hello", "My name is Jenny" and "I wish you a happy day".

Jenny was almost floating all the way home, and from this day on, she would be the enemy of the girls in the town, and they would be jealous of her, but none of this would prevent Jenny from being energetic and energetic for the next month.

Talos, as the townsfolk call Mr. Box, tasted a bite of freshly baked caramel toast, crunchy, charred, and delicious.

He poked another piece of strawberry with a fork and dipped it in a little cream to neutralize the few sourness of the strawberry itself, which was also very delicious.

Mrs. Box, also known as Annistora, held a cup of black tea, her eyes gentle, and asked with a smile, "Are you satisfied with this life, Tár?"

Talos put down his fork and wiped the non-existent oil from the corner of his mouth with a napkin before replying, "It's better than I imagined, a very special experience." ”

After coming to the Rhine Kingdom with the help of spatial teleportation, the two took a carriage to Marven Town to live in seclusion temporarily, as Mr. and Mrs. Box, well, the surname is the bishop's.

For this proposal, Talos refused at first, because in Naga society, male Naga will only take his wife's surname after marriage, and his father's name will change from Leonhard Schneider to Leonhard Neptune after marriage, and the four-armed Naga has been educated since childhood is playing tricks, which makes Talos feel like he is being taken advantage of for a while.

"The surname Nepton is so famous that it will soon be found. ”

"I can change part of the syllable, Neptune, or Neptuneus, that people won't notice. ”

"Don't make a fuss, compared to Neptune's rarity, the surname Box is very common in human society, and a considerable number of people in the three major countries use this surname, and no one will doubt us because of this. Admit it, Tár, it's not that hard. ”

After two minutes of arguing, Talos was able to put the question of "why do you have to choose between two surnames" behind him, and after another three minutes, he was convinced, and the Boxes were born.

In the past two weeks, there were no pursuers of the Sea Temple, no coveting of order and the Temple of Knights, no battles, no assassinations, no strife, and it seemed that a new world full of order and peace had suddenly arrived.

It turns out that the life of ordinary people is like this, distant memories are reawakened in the brain, they have no force, they work on their own farms and pastures, or make money with a craft, although it is hard, but it is better to be fulfilling, stable, and happy, which is a life that is completely different from that of professionals.

As Annistola mentioned before coming, Marven Town is indeed remote, maybe a little backward, and in the past two weeks, Talos has not found a trace of magic here, and there is no trace of magic items such as the Magic Net Ring and the Space Ring.

Affected by this calming atmosphere, Talos completely relaxed, and he slept until the sun shone into his bedroom every day, and then enjoyed the hearty breakfast that Annistola had prepared long ago, and the bishop always took good care of him.

Every day, Talos spends a great deal of time enjoying himself, and it has been a long time since he has wasted such time on reading the books that Annistola has collected for him, some of them are anecdotes, some are classics, some are sonnets.

Of course, this is not to say that Talos had a bad time in the Black Sea, in his opinion, these are two very different ways of life, and in the past, under the persecution and pursuit of soul fire and various secrets, he had to devote most of his energy to strengthening the soul fire, dealing with the original desire to fight back, and improving his strength.

Now there is a rare moment of quiet and quiet, and of course Talos will not miss it easily, but in just two weeks, the traces of professional life have gradually faded from life.

As of today, Talos hadn't touched the Froststeel Scimitar for twelve days, and everything about the Bloodline Knight had settled and converged.

A sword that is too sharp needs to be protected by a scabbard, and the ordinary and comfortable life is only a temporary protection for Talos, who has been too sharp for most of the year, and both of them know this.

"I'm glad you think that, it shows that my efforts have not been in vain. Annistora raised her teaglass and clinked glasses, "Maybe we can celebrate in the evening, just in time, I have a bottle of good vintage." ”

The bishop always finds all sorts of reasons to celebrate, from the beginning of "successfully escaping the Neptune, pursued by the Illuminati" to "a new life begins" to "the seven-day anniversary of a life in seclusion......

Annistora is a woman who knows how to enjoy herself, and if it weren't for Talos, she would be living a drunken life in the Grand Temple of Mero by now, wearing luxuries that have nothing to do with ordinary people in their lifetimes, either at parties or on the way to parties.

That evening, Anne Stora prepared a candlelit dinner and opened another bottle of wine.

This was the first time Talos had drunk in his own world, much better than in his previous life, and the two drank an entire bottle of wine while chatting about the storyline in the latest publication.

Then, something indescribable happened.