Unlike the over-thinking and tangled elves, the white-faced bastard otter and his wife have been the guests of Cremar since the day of the fight, and when Cremar appears on the river beach with fish or honey-stuffed fruit in his hand, the brazen broad-tailed scoundrel will come with his wife to ask for food, and sometimes he will be assigned to climb trees to pick pine cones or turn pebbles in search of small fish and toads, and in return, the souls from other worlds are fortunate enough to be allowed to brush their fingers and massage their necks for their revered Otter King and Queen。

The lich had only seen it once, and the dark brown, slicky fur creature stood upright more than twenty feet away from him with a solemn expression, and after watching for a while, making sure that he would not suddenly become another fool who could be bullied at will, he turned and ran away.

The other Otter's servant is Kerribben, who also has his own treehouse in Grey Ridge, and he has lessons to teach - if we haven't forgotten, Cremar is still his student. After the course, they would occasionally take a walk along the Starlight River, and each time they would encounter hateful fellows who were robbing their way without a teacher.

"It's got a lot of appetite. Kerry had watched the otter go, and he had eaten his fill, and dragged a bag of delicious raspberries, which were not in full bloom until May, and the precocious raspberries were Kerryburn's breakfast, and Cremar brought him a handful of nuts, and threw a tantrum at him for the otter, but it did not prevent him from eating them all.

"It has a wife. Cremar said, "It's strange that they were together a while ago, the kind that were inseparable." "If there is a kind of animal that likes and is good at showing affection, it is the otter that comes from the otherworld, which always appears in pairs, twisting together and biting the ears, curling up on the river beach to bask in the sun, lying on their backs hand in hand, floating on the river's surface, sharing their food—the white-faced male otter will use his belly as a plate, floating on the surface of the water for his mate to eat.

Cremar liked the female otter, she was a shy and lovely girl, she even called softly, and once she was willing to sit in Cremar's hands.

"Probably because they have children. Kerry had guessed.

So he invited Perrante when he came to the river beach again, and as soon as the druid appeared, he was warmly welcomed by the otter, and he and his wife came out of the cave, and after a moment of exchanging ears, the white-faced otter burrowed back into the burrow, and bit out a small otter, whose eyes had not yet opened, and whose eyes were still white, and whose nose and paws were still pink, round and fat. Its father triumphantly carried it in his arms, really, like a human, and grasped the child's shoulders and arms with his paws, and held it up steadily, showing it to two elves and a half-elf.

"Oh! that's so unfair," said Cremar indignantly, "this bastard has eaten my fish for three months!

Penny laughed loudly, and as soon as she stepped through the door of the room, she was picked up by her lover, and then spun around, and from the door to the bed, the ceiling decorated with gold leaf and silk balls, the twelve colors of glass, and the lifelike alabaster statues formed one brilliant sparkle of light after another in her eyes—she was cast between the elastic goose-down pillows, and a warm, firm body was immediately covered.

"Do you like it here?" asked the Count, gasping, biting his ear.

"Yes, I love it!" exclaimed Penny, who could not love it? The whole room was warm, the black wainscoting was intricately carved with grapes and birds, the silk was embroidered with ivy, the small tables and chairs were inlaid with gold thread, and the rose-colored fluorite was not fixed to the ceiling or the walls like in other rooms, but was placed in a large crystal cup with clear spring water, which made the fluorite light as soft and unpredictable. Most importantly, it belongs to the Count, to Penny's lover.

"And that's not all. The Count said teasingly, perhaps he had made a gesture - Penny didn't notice what he was doing, and her attention was all on the lips that were kissing her breasts. It was hot and ruddy, swollen and painful, so she was startled when countless butterfly-like pea blossoms fell from the canopy, but she immediately understood—she had experienced many small surprises like this in the past few months. The flowers were accompanied by a rich and heavy scent that overpowered even the sweet smell of the pea blossom itself, followed by a barely audible but graceful melody that seemed to emanate from between the white bearskin mattresses, like invisible goblins holding piccolos and lyres to cheer them on, and to Penny's embarrassment and excitement, she could feel the bed swaying slightly and ambiguously.

"A mage friend has given me some help," said the young Earl softly and shyly, plucking a small scarlet flower that fell from the corner of Penny's eye, "I want to make you happy, Penny. ”

"I'll be happy to have you there. Penny said, but then she saw a hint of unease and sadness on her handsome face.

"Be happier," said the Count, "be happier, be mad, Penny, my love, my goddess." ”

He said so, and did so, and he used his tongue to worship Penny's earlobes, arms, fingers, chest, abdomen, legs, and toes—all the while staring at Penny's eyes for a moment.

Penny doesn't remember the next thing so clearly, she only remembers that she was thrown to the top of the waves hundreds of times, and then fell abruptly from the top to the beautiful abyss, and she was not afraid of being destroyed in the whirlpool of **, because there were always two solid arms firmly embracing her.

When she woke up, someone was wiping her body with a hot cotton cloth, and Penny moaned comfortably.

In a hazy way, she remembered Baldwin, and it was one of the things that Baldwin had never done to her—she had to admit that Baldwin loved her, but Baldwin was a rude, A stubborn and old-fashioned man, he always came and went, rarely talked to Penny, never said anything in love, of course, he didn't play any tricks to make people happy, he showed his love by giving gold and gifts, which may be expensive, but it was evident that the person who bought them did not put much effort into it, he probably just called the merchants, gave them money and let them leave the goods, Birdwin was not good at thinking, but he was brave and fearless, and this style continued until the bed, until she met the Baroness, Penny thought that there was only one position in this world, although she later learned a lot from the priest of Flo, but she couldn't help but be timid at the thought of Baldwin, she tried to search for memories, but she couldn't find a memory of Baldwin's face or body that had praised her, she didn't know if Baldwin would think she was **, more likely he would laugh at her.

She loved Baldwin, but she was only a rough village woman in front of Baldwin, and a noble queen in front of her lover.

"What's the matter?" asked the Earl, "is there anything wrong with you?"

Penny shook her head, and put everything about Berdwin behind her, and with her lover's support, she put on her silk robe, and stood on the alabaster floor, which was as warm and smooth as human skin, and according to the Earl, it was because of the whole pyroxene laid under the alabaster, and the pyroxene powder would become as hot as lava when exposed to water, and the whole pyroxene would react when it met water, but not strongly- The only thing that is not so satisfying is that this pyroxene can only be heated fifty times repeatedly, and after fifty times it is a useless piece of dross. Penny forced herself not to count how many whole blocks of pyroxene were laid in this room, she knew that pyroxene was an expensive fuel, and that in her and Birdwin's mansion, the fireplace was large enough for a person to walk into, just to hold enough firewood, and she only had a small hand stove filled with pyroxene powder so that her hands would not freeze when she went out.

Suddenly a stream of heat flowed between her legs, and Penny screamed in a panic and took a step back, and she saw a blood-stained semicircle mark appear on the warm white ground, which was her heel.

Penny was so ashamed that she almost wanted to run away, but the Count reassured her, and insisted on bringing in a priest after she felt pain, a priest of Gredy, a plump woman, dressed in a red robe as red as blood, "Praise the holy and mighty Gredy," she said briskly, "you have been blessed by her," she paused for a moment, and when she found that Penny was only confused, she gave her a straightforward explanation: "You have a child." ”

Leona tightened her wolfskin cloak, hoping it would withstand the still chilly evening breeze, and she and her maid hurried through the empty courtyard. By ancient law, tall trees were not allowed to be planted inside or outside the fortified city, and every courtyard was used as a martial arts arena at any time, so even if it was actually a Norman palace in the Highlands, you would find only a few low shrubs in it that were better than nothing - among them Leona's favorite lilac, the sacred flower of Sienos, which was more pleasing to the warmer and humid south of the country, but also able to endure the bitter cold for many years, and it bloomed in April and May, and its flowers were purple, White or purplish-red, with a strong fragrance.

In April, when the snow had melted, the lilacs were eager to pull out new clusters of small buds, and Leona picked one as she passed by them and placed it under her nose.

Leona's valet cautiously exchanged glances in the shadow cast by the princess, and every time His Majesty spoke to the princess about her marriage, their master fell into an indescribable state of unease, and though she was a good master, and did not like to whip her on her or drive them away for no reason, she was after all called a high-spirit—and it was not easy to stay with a noble master who was in a state of frustration and irritability.

"Your Highness," Leona's maid put down her hair before going to bed, as if casually mentioning that her husband was agonizing over a small detail in the triumphal ceremony: "He doesn't know what flowers Lord Baldwin likes—although normally we would have the people throw laurels at him, but now there is no laurel, and he tried to ask a druid to give him laurels, but was denied them—and he told me that he was going to use a ......."

"Lilacs," Leona said without hesitation, "with cloves." Author's note: Healed, recovery day by day!