"That's how it happened. Faust took a sip of the wine—a treasure that Arbon had given up for his sins, and even if it was the wine, it was worth a lot.

"That'...... I'm sorry, I thought you were bad guys......" Albon blushed, scratching his head and admitting his mistake.

Faust smirked, "We are not slave traders, but travelers from a foreign land. My subordinates haven't been able to learn the lingua franca yet, so this is a little misunderstanding, so please don't take it seriously. ”

"Well, hehehehe. "Albon is a man of few words, and now he doesn't know what to say, just scratching the back of his head and laughing.

Faust was very understanding, and he did not let the scene cool down, but went on to say: "Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, let's talk about other things, such as our residence." ”

Lucien, who had been sitting behind Albon, raised his head and hurriedly said to Albon: "You can't let the master live in our house, it's really ...... It's ......."

Albon glanced at his home with Lucien's gaze, indeed, although it was quite clean—the kind of cleanliness of the four walls—but it was not suitable for a noble lord like Faust, not to mention that there were ten people in their group, and now they were crammed into a low hut, and it was difficult to even find a place to stay.

"That'...... Then I'll take you to the mayor's house, where he has some spare rooms. "Albon was a simple lumberjack, and he was already guilty of Faust, for fear of neglecting them.

"It's fine. Faust nodded, and then said to Lucian, "Lucian, would you like to come along?"

"You...... Are you still willing to accept me as an attendant?" Lucien originally thought that after Albon's reconciliation, he would become a noble retinue and then get ahead, but Faust didn't seem to mind this matter at all.

Faust winked at him, "Of course, since the misunderstanding has been resolved, of course you can be my attendant—besides, this matter has nothing to do with you in the first place." ”

Lucien cheered, "Thank you, sir, for your grace." Then he made a lame salute and ran to the door with brisk steps, "I'll lead the way, let's go quickly." ”

Faust nodded at Professor Pacian, who nodded knowingly, and beckoned the others to follow him. Faust slowly stood up, deliberately a distance behind the others.

He looked at Albon, who was one position behind him and tried to talk to the machine several times, but he couldn't speak, slowed down his speed again, and advanced side by side with Arbon.

"Do you have something to say, Mr. Albon?" asked Faust knowingly, he even guessed what Albon was going to say, nothing more than something about Lucian.

Sure enough, Albonsun smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's Lucian...... I'm not unwilling, it's Lucian's ideal to become a nobleman's retinue, and besides, it's a way out......"

Hehe, you just don't want to. Faust sneered inwardly, for whatever reason, Albon really didn't want Lucien to leave him, and seemed to be a little resistant to him becoming an entourage? Faust waved his invisible psionic tentacles, sensing the other party's emotions.

Seeing that Faust did not reply for a long time, Albon was a little uneasy, and he asked tentatively, "I just have a question, what do you like about this kid?"

Faust smiled and said: "It's nothing, it's just that he is very clever, bold, and passable, so he accepted it, of course, there are also reasons for his own strong will...... "You can't say "I don't care much about him, I just want to use him as a springboard to get you", right?

Faust casually fabricated reasons while continuing to spy on the other man's mind - Albon was quite skilled in this area, and unlike Lucien, who could see through it at a glance, Faust could only dimly see a fragment of his thoughts.

Faust deliberately slowed down his speech slightly, scrutinizing Albon's heart, and when he said that he looked good, Albon's mood suddenly fluctuated, allowing Faust to take a quick glance at his inner world.

Albon's heart was not grandiose, just like other ordinary people, cramped and slightly barren - which made it easier for Faust to find what he was looking for.

Ordinary people always treasure and treasure their most cherished things in the deepest part of their hearts, but they don't know that this is not hidden in front of the psychomancer at all - it is like putting a piece of jewelry in a glass case, and then placing it on the table in the living room, and pasting a note of "valuables".

Albon's treasure was an emotion, and Faust searched for the scent and found it, a smell that Faust had never smelled before, a cloudy and rich fragrance that permeated his psionic sense of smell, and he had to use his other abilities to finally determine the identity of this emotion—the smell of unruly love.

"Ha, I see. "Faust was overjoyed, and the brother had an indescribable forbidden affection for his brother, which was indeed a rare experience—his objection may also be reluctant to allow Lucien to leave him, and perhaps, if he thought about it a little more, he might have misunderstood Faust's meaning.

It is true that many of his followers also serve as bed companions, but Faust doesn't mean that - not to mention his not normal psychic brain, which is also impossible in terms of orientation alone. Faust is not good at this tone.

But I might as well take advantage of that, Faust thought to himself. So he continued, "Lucien is a good boy, and if you find him a beautiful outfit, he will definitely be able to do it...... By the way, are there any ready-to-wear shops in town?"

Faust teased Albon with his ambiguous words, and at the same time deftly avoided the heart of the matter, only asking about trivial matters such as bakeries and hotels, and Albon was so anxious that Albon sweated on his forehead.

Arbon was an ordinary lumberjack after all, he was neither a scheming demon nor a powerful nobleman, and his city did not allow him to be angry.

So, at last, he could not take it any longer, and he interrupted Faust, who was praising the fruit wine in the town, and said, "Listen to me, Your Excellency, Faust, I want to know...... That squire, do you still want that...... Bedchamber?"

Faust's mouth was like a river, and it opened and closed like a fish on the shore, but he couldn't spit out a word. His eyes widened, "You...... Can I ask you to repeat it, Mr. Albon?"

Albon no longer hesitated this time, as if he had finally asked the question he was most concerned about, and repeated it with a calm face.

"You...... How dare you?" Faust's chest rose and fell rapidly, like a bellows, "how dare you!" he almost cried out, "Monsieur Albon, I only hope you're just a slip of the tongue......"

Albon didn't expect Faust to have such a big reaction, and hurriedly waved his hand: "I'm not, I, I'm not...... I just want to know ......."

"What else do you want to know?" Faust's tone had calmed down, but his voice was not as soft as it had been, "I'll tell you all about it, including the fact that I don't like little boys. ”

Albon's face turned red and he defended unconvincingly: "I didn't mean that, I thought you ...... I've heard about the nobility...... I'm sorry, Lord Faustus, and I beg your pardon for my faux pas. ”

Albon was so anxious that he couldn't make sense at all—not to mention that he didn't make sense at all—and he finally gave up his justification completely, like a deflated ball, and chose to sincerely admit his mistakes.

"I accept your apology, Mr. Albon, and if you're not at ease, you can come along, I don't mind having another guard. Faust puffed out his chest and glanced at Albon. He deliberately manipulated his tone to make it appear soft and implicitly sarcastic, with some dissatisfaction.

"No, no, Lord Faustus...... Oh, and that's what you're looking for, the only one of our kind in town. The ready-to-wear shop on the side of the road saved Albon's life, and he hurriedly introduced Faust.

"Lord Faustus, this is Lady Mary, the only tailor in our town, and Lady Mary, this is Sir Faustus, a nobleman from a foreign land. ”

With a smile on his face, Faust grabbed the back of Aunt Mary's hand, kissed it gently, and then squinted at Albon.

Albon's face turned red again, "You...... You order the clothes first, and I'll ...... I'll help you pack your bags. He casually thought of a lame reason, and ran away as if flying.

Aunt Mary was still immersed in the joy of being kissed by Faust, and she was completely unaware of the deserted Albon, who had fled from the desert - she had forgotten even Faust in front of her, and was completely immersed in the feelings of a recovering girl.

Faust waved in front of her chubby face to bring her back into the real world, "Lady Mary, can you order clothes for me?"

"Ah...... I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Aunt Mary covered her lips with her short, thick fat skin, and replied with a twist on her cheeks.

Faust endured his physical discomfort and continued to compliment, "A beautiful lady always has the privilege of making people wait. Well, you're in for trouble. ”

The aunt twisted and twisted for nearly half a minute before she made a "hmm" like a mosquito and a fly, took a ruler and chalk, and measured Faust's height and arm span and other clothing data.

What followed, of course, was hellish stroking and slapping, and Faust did not turn the other person into an idiot with a direct meningeal vibration.

After a long time, the painful torture came to an end, and the aunt sighed contentedly, "Master Faustus, be careful of your liver, and come and get the clothes you want in three days." ”

After saying that, Aunt Mary still winked at Faust - Faust realized through his psionic sense that it was actually an eyebrow flirtation.

"Thank you, ma'am, for your hastening. With a stiff smile on his face, Faust barely coped with it, and fled in the middle of nowhere.