The chandelier of the tree tower in the banquet hall, the beeswax candles burned to ashes, and the bright lights gradually faded and dimmed, although the host, Baron Federi, did not come forward, but all the guests present knew that the end of the banquet was coming to an end.

The guests were the first to leave, and boarded the private carriage with their tired children, who seemed to have experienced a long battle, and gently smoothed their stiff faces that were about to laugh, wondering if there were any important people who had not been introduced, and if they missed any of the high-ranking nobles, they would not be able to sleep peacefully tonight.

Then the men with the mission or important duties hurried out of Baron Fadery's new house, most of them were public officials, especially secretaries, clerks, and even judges, and the 'owl' court directly under the Earl of Eastwood was even busy until midnight.

After the superfluous people left one after another, the favorite afterglow program finally began, and the dimly lit hall became the best cover, and many waiters left the banquet hall in silence, and they walked lightly after a long training, and the last one even took the door with him.

In a remote corner where the faint candlelight could not shine, many young people who had already looked at each other embraced each other enthusiastically, and the strength of their arms was so strong that they couldn't wait to rub each other into their bodies.

Aldrich Triss frowned a little, faintly disgusted at the guest who had so quickly torn off his disguise to reveal his true nature, but Madame Lovette hugged him tightly, like a koala hanging upside down by his neck, the soft white arms that were as soft as bones, the softness of his chest, the incomparably deep furrow that straddled his waist, and the instinctive erection of the male made him a little dizzy, and he could not stand on the moral high ground in anticipation of what was to come.

The beast inside kept roaring, eager to break out of the cage of reason, and at the critical moment, Aldrich looked up and looked around, and did not find Dynes Schultz, maybe she had left early, or maybe she was nearby, entangled by someone like she was in now.

"It's just a game!" muttered Lady Lovette in Triss's ear, her voice so soft, so far and near, like a feather brushing back and forth over Aldrich's ear, tugging at his heartstrings.

Despite Triss's instinctive resistance and even inexplicable disgust, the mark of Lady Lovette's success left him could not ignore it, and the pillars of love continued to gush out, and the two voices wrestled repeatedly in Aldrich's mind.

Do you obey your desires or do you keep the precepts of a knight?

With the help of the faint light, Lady Lovett could see the hesitation and struggle on the face of the Fourth Horseman, and she decided to give it another push, "Don't forget, the original purpose of accepting the invitation to the dinner. ”

That's right. An invitation to a dinner party is just a stepping stone, and if you want to enter high society, you must go through the baptism of lust, and the widowed Madame Lovett is a good introducer, she is more trustworthy than any teacher. Die and die!'

Aldrich lowered her head, leaving a wet mark on the forehead of the noble lady who was no older than herself, and the surprised Lovette immediately raised her head and bit back in response, and her heart suddenly felt a lot easier.

'Damn, we're halfway there!' Now you have to strike while the iron is hot and bake the dough into sweet bread. ’

"I know there's a room, and it's definitely no one right now. She let go of her arms slightly, and her feet fell gently to the ground, and the increasingly dark banquet hall did not affect Mrs. Lovette's eyes, and took Aldrich by the hand, and left through the hidden side door.

The candles in the corridors and aisles were also unconnected, and their footsteps were unhurried, leading the Terris Knight through a dozen curtains to his destination. Gently twist the doorknob to bring your prey into the real battlefield, flip the "Do Not Disturb" sign under the doorknob, and close the door with a hook of your toes.

The room was on the edge of Baron Federi's new house, and the warm scent of the pine-wood fireplace filled the air, and Lovette pushed Aldrich to the edge of the bed and turned to stand under the windowsill.

Tonight's moonlight was exceptionally bright, not covered with a layer of dust like the usual fog, and the bright moonlight fell obliquely on Lovett's body through the glass window, and the silver-green sleeveless smock slipped quietly, followed by the gorgeous dinner dress, and when it was the turn of the fishbone tights, there was a slight mistake, and the small mechanism that fell off seemed to fail, and she refused to leave awkwardly.

Just when the atmosphere that Rovet had deliberately created collapsed, the knight's pity was full of compassion, and he stepped forward to solve her embarrassing problems, and Aldridge was secretly surprised by the sound of his tights falling to the ground like iron armor, and when he was curious to look down, his hot soft body pressed against him.

The Serpent of Blood and Wine, which had been lurking in Tris's body, completely awakened, prompting the knight's wild instincts, and a tidal wave of lust overwhelmed Aldrich, and reason was suppressed to the depths of consciousness.

As if there was not enough time, or that the night was not long enough, the two of them could not wait to untie each other's wide clothes, and under the gentle moonlight, Lovet caressed the knight's steel-cast body, and suddenly worried whether she could withstand the tart of Aldrich Triss, after all, as the rumors say, he was a great knight with the power of a hundred men.

The red-hot dagger sheathed expertly into its sheath, and the rhythm without hesitation made Lovett frown a little, and she couldn't help but wonder if the country manor knight was a young man in love as described in the intelligence, but after a little pain, Aldrich stopped her movements, giving her enough time to adapt to the flooding mud again.

The knight closed his eyes and hugged the rosy-red Lovette in the misty night and moonlight, standing on tiptoe to step on the surface of Tris's feet to barely reach it, avoiding another surprise to penetrate.

As if sensing the difficulties of his female companion, Aldrich gently held the slender swan-like neck of Lovitt with his left hand, and brought his right hand to her tight peach buttocks, and wrapped his legs around the knight's waist, interlocking his fingers, and putting his arms on his broad shoulders.

With his feet on the thick carpet and his slightly squatting body like stepping on a horse, the Knight of Tris stepped on the battlefield as he wished, galloping all the way to the brisk rhythm, and the howling wind blew in his face, hitting him in the face, and his face was a little tight.

Walk through the mud, through the dense jungle, across the flat fields, and climb the majestic peaks, the snow-capped peaks of the mountains are covered with snow, and the melted snow water flows down the river, and you can taste it sweetly like honey.

Even if the knight's body was made of iron, he was a little tired from the long journey, he decided to rest for a while, and not long after turning over and dismounting, the dragon's roar echoed in the depths of the sky, and the thunderstorm was deafening, and the dragon-slaying knight had no choice but to muster up the courage to step on the horse again and climb to the top of the towering mountain.

The muddy mountain road was extremely slippery, and on a few occasions the tamed steed almost stumbled, but Aldrich himself saved it at the last moment. The harsh terrain did not defeat the great knight, but the endless trials gave him more courage to deal with the last dragon.

When the horse reached the top, he collapsed to the ground, and the knight of Tris took pity on his companion for a long time, and continued to walk forward, facing the evil dragon that occupied the top of the mountain.

Fortunately, the frost dragon was imprisoned in chains and could not fly, and after a few rounds of fighting, a thundercloud storm in the sky suddenly fell into a thunderbolt, and the knight held his weapon high in the air, received the baptism of lightning, and then pierced the dragon's chest with force.

The lava-like hot dragon's blood poured down like rain, bathing in the essence of the dragon, and Aldrich felt as if his body was quietly melting......

The dream between the unreal and the real shattered, and Trim opened his eyes to find himself lying on a down-padded bed, hugging Mrs. Lovette tightly, her body trembling from time to time, her tight back covered with sweat.

Despite the warmth of the room, Aldrich reached out and pulled the blanket to cover it, and after enjoying the aftertaste, Lovett, who had originally pressed her head sideways against the knight's chest, lifted it slightly at this time, and rested her chin against his shoulder, "You're too stakesome, my dragon slayer." ”

Tris smiled lightly at this love sentence that was worth a thousand words, and did not say anything, just hugged Rovet tightly in his arms.

The Serpent of Blood and Wine, the remnant of Venus's ritual of divine presence, feasted contentedly, and just as he left the root of the dragon and returned to his place, the Faith of Virtue finally discovered this alien, the transcendent source of the Eight Pillars of Sanctification, and at this time it also flourished, although it could not help the Serpent of Blood and Wine, which had a slight divine essence, but pulled it into the depths of the spiritual world, imprisoned in the temple of glory.

The knight, bathed in the dragon's blood, quietly slipped out of the lair, and the roaring thunderclouds gradually faded away, and the mountain stream drizzled into a shower, and the mountain flood broke out immediately, and there was a big mudslide.

Lovette couldn't help but be a little embarrassed, but secretly happy in her heart, Aldrich was a little surprised, after the battle just now, she experienced the change in her body, and the level of the source of virtue faintly rose. I didn't expect this kind of thing to be conducive to cultivation, I knew that this would happen, and he should have used the maid at home when he left the Whispering Forest...... No, the knight's precept of self-discipline does not permit such acts.

Lying sideways beside Tris, pillowed on his arm, watching the last touch of greenness between her eyebrows fade away, Robita was very honored to be his first lover.

Maybe it would be nice to change your name to Lady Triss, but Myers Ribo was right, this upstart who rose to prominence in a short period of time, and the man who bears the title of Fourth Knight of Eastwood, is definitely someone to rely on and trust for the rest of his life. As long as he doesn't die halfway through the crackdown with open guns and arrows, he has the sword and shield badge of the Tris family, his past allies, and the descendants of the Twelve Knights, these are his potential supporters, strong backing. ’

After the intimate relationship, Mrs. Lovett immediately stirred her brains to prepare for Aldrich's future, unlike ordinary noble girls, although she has a good income in her name and inherits a fixed annuity from her deceased husband's territory, but her own fate is in the hands of some big people, among which the shadow from the dark world, the real unknown bigwig, has been trying to control her like a marionette.

'My fate does not belong to anyone!' Lovette decided to manage this hard-won relationship with all her heart, and it could be seen that Aldrich Triss had a big heart, and she only needed a corner, and perhaps it would be good to stand behind him and accept the protection of a majestic figure.

"I'll be responsible for you. Aldrich Tris, who has memories of his past life, has an inexplicable urge for some reason to blurt out a promise.

Lovette opened her eyes suspiciously, and looked at each other, and the knight's eyes became resolute, obviously not general, and she was so happy that she rubbed Tris's neck vigorously, and the soft honey peaches were like poached eggs.

Aldrich felt the heat in his lower abdomen churn, and woke up the sleeping python in the bushes, and the aware Lovette was quite slow to pick up the grass in search of the snake, and the deep ravine flooded again.

For a long night, dozens of rooms hung with "Do Not Disturb" signs were immersed in a joyful atmosphere, and even though the dry wood of the fireplace burned to ashes, the flame of lust was never extinguished.