After the young aristocratic men and women had a picnic on the meadow, it was suggested that they go to the nearby mountains and forests to hunt a few hares and deer and have a barbecue in the evening.

Naturally, this proposal was approved by all the aristocratic youths, and the girls were reluctant to go, for the thorny thorns of the mountains and forests would cut through their beautiful skirts, and the pesky mosquitoes would leave unsightly red envelopes on their delicate skin, but the girls were glad to go because of one person.

Carlo was hated by all the youth, because the beautiful girls were always around him, especially Lucine and Deborah, who were always jealous of him.

Lucine held Carlo's left hand tightly, and his right hand roamed freely over Deborah's waist, and the two beautiful girls pressed almost half of their bodies against his arm, their faces crimson, and their eyes shining like water.

The rest of the aristocratic maidens wandered around Carlo like a flock of warblers, their flattering voices chirping.

This scene made the rest of the people almost burst into flames with jealousy.

"Damn, how can this idiot Lawrence get the favor of so many girls..." The blonde youth snapped a branch at his hand in a huff, and he turned his head to look behind him, "We have to make a good fool of him. Charles, isn't that what you've always been best at?

Charles didn't hear what he said at all, his eyes were fixed on Carlo's back, and from time to time there flashed a look of jealousy, surprise, and regret.

"Charles?!I'm talking to you, do you hear me?" the blond youth stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

"Get out of here!"

Charles shook off his arm and strode after him.

The blonde youth looked stunned, and after a long moment he whispered, "What's going on today, a bunch of damn bastards.."

A gray hare was scurrying through the trees, and suddenly it fell to the ground with an arrow stuck in its twitching body.

Carlo smiled and put down his bow and arrows.

"Oh my God, Lawrence, you're amazing!" exclaimed, Deborah clutched her little mouth, then grabbed Carlo's arm and rubbed her soft parts against him, "Can you give me this rabbit? I think I can make you a beautiful pair of rabbit boots with it." ”

"Really.." Carlo chuckled, "I think that's going to be the best gift I've ever received this year."

"Lawrence.." Deborah was swept by Carlo's faint gaze, and she felt that her whole heart was pounding like a fawn, and two blush appeared on her cheeks, and she was already expecting a kiss like the one described in a romance novel.

Suddenly, a female voice interjected in a brutal manner.

"Lawrence, help me fight a wild deer... I can make you a better pair of boots out of deerskin, you know, I've been to the Royal Tailor's Shop and I'm good at this.."

It's Luciene.

Deborah's beautiful illusions were shattered, and she was so angry that her originally full breasts rose even higher.

"Luciene, I order you to stay away from Lawrence, he is my lover now."

"Oh, yes? Looks like Lawrence was showing me affection... Look at this bow, how beautiful it is... I'll keep it for the rest of my life.."

Carlo stood aside with a smile on his face, watching as the two women instantly tore off their aristocratic and elegant appearances and bared their teeth at each other like female monkeys.

Of course, his hand quickly wrapped around the waists of the other two girls, equally soft.

Just as he was looking at it with great interest, someone tapped him on the shoulder behind his back.

Carlo turned his head with a happy expression on his face, "Hey Charles." ”

Charles, whose face was gloomy, squeezed out an ugly smile and whispered, "My dearest friend, are you free now?

"Of course. Carlo nodded, let go of the obsessive girl in his hand, and followed Charles away from the crowd and away.

The two of them walked all the way to the depths of the dense forest, far away from the crowd.

Charles, who had been walking in front of Carlo, turned around suddenly, grabbed Carlo by the collar, and said viciously: "Tell me, how did you do it?"

"Charles, what are you talking about?" Carlo replied in surprise.

"Don't play dumb with me. Although you are indeed an idiot.." Charles hurriedly said, "Why do girls fall in love with you?"

"So that's what you mean?" Carlo suddenly realized, "it's all because of you, thanks to the piece of parchment you sold me... I did so and made a wish to the Demon God.."

"Now.." A big smile appeared on Carlo's face, "All wishes have come true, I should thank you very much, Charles, my best friend."

"Hell.." Charles's eyes were full of incredulity, but he quickly became urgent, "Lawrence, give me back that thing, I need it."

"This.." Carlo showed a look of hesitation on his face, but at this time, Charles had already taken out a sharp dagger from his waist and held it against him, with a fierce expression: "What?

Carlo made a scared face, "Charles, what are you doing here?"

"your best friend.." Charles's eyes were full of mockery, "And you idiot? Hurry up and hand over the parchment, or else.. I promise you'll never see the lovely Miss Deborah.."

"You can't do that.." A tangled and hesitant look flashed on Carlo's face, and he finally nodded: "Okay, I promise you... But I didn't have the parchment with me... You can come to me in my attic tonight and I'll be waiting for you there.."

"I hope you're not lying to me.." Charles' eyes were fierce.

"Of course not.." Carlo shook his head calmly, "I will prepare all the things for the ceremony for you, as well as the key to each step, I will remind you... The ritual is not as simple as you think.."

Carlo looked at Charles with a complicated look in his eyes: "Charles, although you may look down on me, I swear, I have always regarded you as my best friend."

Carlo's sincere and calm gaze froze Charles's movements, and he slowly released Carlo's collar and lowered the dagger in his hand.

"I'm sorry, Lawrence.." A faint hint of guilt flashed in Charles's eyes, "I take back what I said before, as long as you help me complete the ceremony, we..."

"I know.." Carlo smiled brightly, he put his arm around Charles's shoulder, his eyes were cold, and he said word by word, "We are the best friends."

...

This unforgettable outing ended at dusk, and the aristocratic youths had gloomy faces and vented their unhappiness on their crotch mounts, and the maidens dragged their torn dresses, their white calves full of scars, but they were in a very happy mood, and even a little reluctant.

Carlo said goodbye to the girls one by one, politely rejecting Lucinie and Deborah, who wanted to go home with him, and he could feel a pair of longing eyes looking at him behind him, it was Charles.

Carlo was in the same mood as him, looking forward to the night.

It's just that some people do it because of greed, and some people do it because of fun.