"Bring me a harp," Ann Rui instructed, "and the book I'm reading." ”

While one of her personal maids went to fetch her the harp and the book, the other opened the window and covered the single armchair under the window with a soft and thick white bear fur, and a thin cushion in crimson jacquard silk with silver beads and a black embroidered gold lily cushion filled with velvet fur - this chair was peculiar, it was raised with two steps, so wide enough for the petite maiden lord to lift her feet and curl up in it completely, without hindering her from looking out of the window.

The smoke had cleared from the burning houses, the blood had been washed away by the rain, and the streets were filled with people, still dressed in black, and their grief had not yet completely passed away, but the dead had been buried, and the lives of the living would go on.

A cool and fresh breeze caressed the inner sanctuary of Rosada and brought with it faint prayers and chants - the priest of the parishion, who had come both to participate in the judgment and to restore honor and trust, had brought with him twelve powerful priests, who had already performed three ceremonies of remembrance for the unfortunate dead, and for the purification of the whole sanctuary, inside and outside the Holy of Holies of Nature, they would rebuild the holy cistern in different places, and make ditches with silver that could distinguish between poison and evil.

Most of the people of the White Tower were still reluctant to approach the sanctuary, but there were some who had the misfortune of being hurt during that terrible night and had to seek the help of the priest, whose wounds were well healed and cared for, except for some pre-existing illnesses and missing limbs. Or rather, it never departed, and Dermont came to her in a rage and demanded that she sign a stack of arrest warrants, because the foolish untouchables had forgotten the suffering of the sinners of Rosada and had given them food and clothing in defiance of the wishes of the lords and consuls.

Ann Rui was not at all surprised by this, the sanctuary of Rosada, which had stood from the White Tower for nearly a thousand years, and in that long time, the priests of Rosada, had treated countless people of the White Tower, and they had even fought together against two plagues that had nearly ravaged the Partridge Hill - if the most important crime had not been cleared, the anger of the White Tower people might have burned for some time, but after Rosada's former servants became "victims", the hatred of the people was not so strong - Especially when the priests were forsaken by their gods, sentenced to exile, branded, and shivering in the rain of the night, some of those who had received their favor could not help but feel a little pity, although they would not disagree with the lord's judgment and forget the pain of losing family and friends......

The maid's whispering call interrupted Anrui's thoughts, and she brought the piano and the book, and Anrui just glanced at it and told her to take it down and replace it with another one.

"Don't Sitara," it was the elven lyre, "for the ukulele or the saltery." The last two are human harps—Anrui looked around and asked her maid to take away a few ornaments or silk carpets that were clearly from the hands of the elves: "And the necklace of the whale's horns." The maid hesitated, for she knew that her master had never liked to hang part of an animal's carcass around her neck or wear it around her neck.

So when Demont entered Anrui's room, he saw nothing unsightly, and he saw Anrui sitting in the chair he had specially made for her, as he had imagined, like a little bird with golden feathers meekly crouching in its luxurious and comfortable nest, and around her neck hung the necklace of whale horns he had sent yesterday, made of the smoothest and snow-white part of narwhal's horns, capable of detoxifying and dissipating the heat.

He leaned down happily and kissed the girl's fingers, and then her cheeks, which were as soft and smooth as roses: "I wish this was the day of our wedding." He whispered.

"A lord's wedding is not to be taken lightly," said Anrui, "and it is remarkable that all the preparations can be made in time for Chati's holy day." ”

"But I really want you to conceive our child sooner," said Demont bruisedly, his hand sliding from Anrui's chest to her lower abdomen, "You are going to bear me a son, the blood of St. Rig was divided fifty years ago, and now they can finally become one again." ”

Hoping that Demont hadn't noticed her stiffness for a moment, she stretched out her arms to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and hid her face, "I'm not talking about the lord," she said in a sigh-like voice, "it's you." My dear cousin. ”

"I'm not a lord. ”

"What's the difference," said Anrui, her vocal cords vibrating with minimal amplitude: "I am your wife, everything I have is yours, yours, yours." She blinked as she spoke, as if she had seen something that wasn't supposed to be here.

"You're quite right. Demont was unaware of this, or his attention was all on another ** Attracted to it, he pulled Anrui's arm away and kissed her lips feverishly, his lips and tongue were not suitable for kissing, the lips were thin, and the tongue was covered with a thick tongue coating and bitter mucus, but Anrui's lips were like a ripe cherry, and his mouth was full of the aroma of honey, he only kissed at first, but as the desire rose, his kiss gradually turned into a beastly bite, his teeth were deeply embedded in Anrui's lips, as if he wanted to chew it up and swallow it, his tongue licked her throat like a wild dog, making her breathe hard。

Ann Rui found herself being pushed into the chair, and she let out a scream, and her maid rushed in.

Demont pushed Anrui out, almost furiously, causing her to slump in the chair, and instead glared at the maid who had disobeyed his orders, and the maid immediately fell to her knees wisely, her hands pressed to the ground.

Anrui took a deep breath, "Go out," she said to the maid, "It's all right, I just accidentally sat down on my book." ”

Demon's fingers twitched slightly, and he wanted to cast a spell, one about burning or cutting, but he changed his mind, and for ease of work, the maid's hair was coiled high, revealing her long, snow-white neck, perhaps a better form of punishment, the mage thought, his gaze turned back to Anrui.

An Rui showed an innocent and pitiful smile: "I'm sorry...... Demont," she bit her lip gently, her lips torn and the blood made her lips brighter, "but I suppose you must be as much looking forward to a flawless wedding night as I am." ”

"I'm the one who says I'm sorry," said Dermont, "and it's only your fault that you're so beautiful," he shook his head, "I should have let them try to get married earlier." ”

Anrui grabbed the cushion of the chair with both hands behind her back, and her body unconsciously moved to the book she used as an excuse, and the book fell through the gap in the chair.

"What are you reading?" asked Demon, picking up the book, frowning at the cover, "I don't want to see this again, Anrui, as my wife, books, especially such inferior manuscripts, are completely out of line with who you are, and in fact, I think your life should be more practical and plain in the future." ”

"This is a book about a powerful mage," said Anrui, grabbing her silk robe instead, with a shy look: "A powerful, great, incomparable mage who eventually became an honorable and wealthy king...... Demont, I think he's- a lot like you. ”

Demont tried to hide his smile and smugness, but failed, and he tucked the book up his sleeve, "If it's just for this, I'll forgive you." He said proudly, approaching Anrui and kissing her neck.

"If nothing else," he said, "I have to go back to my mansion to deal with the papers, and they have now left the affairs of Partridge Hill to me," he said, pretending to be annoyed, "are you going to gather them and tell them that I am only the Archon of the White Tower." ”

"I'll tell them what rights you have. An Rui said.

Just as Demont was about to leave the room, An Rui suddenly stopped him: "I have something to tell you. She patted her head: "I almost forgot." She folded her hands on her knees and sat upright: "Cousin Demont, I have a message about Adelle......"

Demont left in a hurry, the maids remained outside the door, and the sound of crackling applause suddenly came to mind in the silent room.

"Wonderful, wonderful!" a voice said.

A little devil appeared in front of Anrui, suspended in the air, its wings sticking out to the sides, flapping like a bat.

Anrui turned away as if she hadn't seen or heard.

"I know you see me. Asmodeos said, flapping its wings and spinning back to its position opposite Anri's—without warning, its tail hissing and sticking out, its swarthy spike, dripping venom, stabbing into Anrui's eye at a speed that the elves could not catch.

Anrui didn't move.

The stinger stopped when it was only the thickness of a piece of paper from Anrui's eyes, and Asmodeeus noticed that the female half-elf's pupils hadn't even constricted.

"Commendable composure," said the little devil, "it's a pity that it's a little late, you and I look at each other!"

"When you tempted that fool," said the little devil, "it is wonderful, do you hate that Adelle, more than Dérmun - though you have half the blood of the elves, you do not seem to have any benefit from them, and you have to threaten them with yourself if you want any help—they do not think at all how disgusted and despised by your people as a lord if you go back empty-handed, but what about Adelle! The Endless Abyss is above, he is only a human being, but the elves love him as if he were their illegitimate son!" To show that this was an extremely interesting thought, it turned two more heels: "Even if he is deprived of the priest's power, power, and dignity, and branded on his face as blasphemous and murderous, they still won't give up on him—you must hate this fellow," it exclaimed, "and Demon, Demon, the fool, which one of the people he is always used, a dull little knife, it's not him, it's you— When that priest of Rosada died, who would have done it, of course it was our poor Demon, and who else would there be? Anrui? No way, she was just a naïve little lamb -- of course, she didn't do anything, she didn't even think about it, she just reminded Adelle's brother not to forget to give two blankets to his little brother who had nothing, what a kind and respectable good man. ”

“...... What do you want?"

"Hmm......", Asmodeos propped his chin with his front paws, "a wise master?"

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