"My name is Elle, Your Excellency!", what is a skilled woman? This is called a skilled woman, and everyone else will call the nobles Lords, but Sean's mother, that is, Eller, knows how to please these nobles, and she calls them "Your Excellency". Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Lord Info is a very formal language, detached from the colloquial "grown-up", and Eller is well aware of the bad tastes of these nobles. They like to use a high-minded posture to abuse a skilled woman like her, both physically and psychologically, to satisfy their special fetishes.

The more serious and educated Eyler became, the more he could hook the minds of these nobles.

Bowen immediately smiled, nodded and praised, "Nice name, Eller, it means grass!", he walked over to Eyler, picked up her long brown hair to the tip of her nose, and sniffed the unique scent of mature women between the strands of this woman's hair. His hand gently stroked Eller's fair neck, and Eller tilted his head very cooperatively, catering more to Bowen's interest.

Her skin was delicate and smooth, and it was also very elastic, and Bowen's hand was no longer satisfied with this, gradually moving up her hairline to the back of her ear, gently twisting her earlobe. At this time, between the delicate red lips, a beautiful syllable slowly spat out--hmm. The syllable was gentle, revealing some satisfaction, some temptation, and the line of the upper lip was slightly upturned, so that Bowen couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

It is no wonder that after His Royal Highness left the imperial capital, he would summon skilled women with different characteristics to accompany him, and these women knew too much about men, far more than those maids, lovers and even wives who knew how to touch a man's heartstrings.

Bowen pressed lightly on her shoulder, as if inadvertently moving, and the clothes hanging from her shoulders slipped down her smooth arms, causing the whole dress to slip off. Eller just stood naked, without the slightest shame about the fruit, but showed his body generously. Bowen's breathing became more and more rapid, his hands constantly swimming over Eller's body, and his skin became tighter everywhere his fingertips went, and even goosebumps rose.

These were not enough to fully excite Bowen, what really excited him was the calmness in Eller's eyes, and a hint of arrogance.

Men, males, all the sexes in nature who dominate war and slaughter, have a violent desire to destroy and conquer in the deepest part of their bones. This desire is innate, and from the moment you breathe a breath of air, it is deeply hidden in the blood, hidden in the depths of the soul. Education, knowledge, morality, and a series of factors will perfectly hide these negative desires, making people become gentle and polite. But sometimes, it only takes a little stimulation to fully activate these desires.

Eyler did it.

She behaved not like a skilled woman, but a noble woman, who was not pleasing Pol at this moment, but a "gift", a "handout". It was this look that ignited Bowen's wildness and destruction, and he had only one thought for a moment, no matter what way, to make this woman's eyes succumb because of himself, to be cowardly because of himself, to make himself her king, to dominate everything about her.

He picked up Eller, threw her rudely on the bed, walked over with a cold face and looked like a conqueror, overturned Eller, and slapped her ass hard. Waves of flesh churned, and Bowen's palms were violently shaken, he gasped, and viciously squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "Lift your ass!"

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Bowen had never experienced such happiness, and in that moment, it was as if he had conquered not a woman, but the whole world! He looked at Eller, who had red eyes and eyes like a kitten that had been brutally rubbed, and he was more refreshed than ever.

For a moment, he wanted to take possession of this woman completely, forever.

But he knew it couldn't be! for he was a decent nobleman with a head and a face, and he could find a lover, and he could have sex with the maids, but he could never hide a skilled woman in his own home. The other nobles would point fingers at him and laugh at him, "Look, that's Bowen, he's in love with a skilled woman!", and the ridicule and sarcasm would hurt him and his family.

Holding back a trace of throbbing, leaving a trace of regret, Bowen sorted out his mood and hugged Eller to lie on the cool bed. A circle of water condensed on the outside of the cold bottle, and the wine had lost its coolness, and the taste was not as crisp as before.

He asked, "Do you know Sean? Sean the Silver Fox, that Vine. ”

Eller nodded hesitantly, she knew what her son was doing, but none of this had anything to do with her, did she? she had never supported Sean, and she hadn't seen Sean since she had grown up. Sean dislikes her, hates her, and even expresses a strong desire to kill her several times to erase the shame she has brought to Sean. But is she wrong? She's just an ordinary woman, without any strengths, and what can she do but feed not only herself but a son in an era that is far from peaceful and prosperous?

Do you wash the clothes of the rich? and then get violated by the rich from time to time, and barely fill your stomach with the negligible money? Or do you do some small business, and be rubbed with oil by different people on the same occasion at any time between ushering in and out? Or even constantly sacrifice your body for protection money to let those lowly gang members exert their strength?

Since the ending is the same, why not sell yourself for a good price? And you won't get hurt more? Just a skilled woman, and won't even be spurned too much by people, isn't it the most suitable job for a woman like her to be a skilled woman?

Why do you want to enjoy the money I got from selling something, and at the same time taunt me, ridicule me, hate me, and even want to kill me?

This is a mother and son who are full of contradictions.

Bowen asked, "Do you know what he did in Veneier?"

Eller hesitated again and nodded, "I know some, but not much. ”

Bowen became interested, and he unconsciously became more talkative, like drinking too much wine and couldn't control his mouth, "He killed that poor fellow Angelo, and didn't even give him a chance to exercise the death warrant." And then he declared himself ruler, which is the funniest joke I've ever heard growing up. If you can declare it yourself, what do you want the empire to do? What do you want the Orlando family to do?", Bowen's evil taste was hooked again, and he continued: "Many people plan to suppress Sean's rebellion, and if he fails, he will be executed, hanged, tied to a shelf, and sent all the way to the imperial capital, in order to deter all careerists who have undeserved ambitions. ”

"It's about half a month away from the imperial capital if you take the waterway, and it's almost forty days by land, if the speed on the road is a little slower, after arriving at the imperial capital, Sean will only have a dried corpse left, and the weather is so hot that it may rot and become a paradise for maggots. ”

Clearly feeling the woman in his arms begin to tremble, Bowen once again got a different kind of psychological satisfaction.

"But don't worry, I'm not going to do that, I'm going to attack Downwinier, and then immediately execute Sean and burn him." You know, I'm a very kind person, very compassionate. Gently stroking the visible flesh and blood marks on the woman's shoulder, Bowen laughed, "Maybe I will invite you to join the army on the expedition, after all, he is your son, as a cultured nobleman, I should give you one last chance to meet, what do you say?"

"I ...... I don't know, he doesn't like me. The mist in Eller's eyes quickly turned to tears, and she curled up, her hands clasped and her arms trembling.

Bowen became interested, "Why doesn't he like you? Because you're a skilled woman?", Eller nodded, Bowen scoffed, "So what? There are hundreds of thousands of skilled women in the entire empire, should they all be disgusted? If that's the case, we won't have any women like you in the future." ”

Eller didn't speak, Bowen also pondered for a while, looking at the increasingly helpless woman, after the desire for conquest in his heart was satisfied, there was such a bizarre and ridiculous thing as a protective desire, he made his voice more gentle and soft, "Maybe we have another way, let Sean leave his bloodline, what do you say? At least this can extend his life and not let him leave with nothing." ”

"Is that okay?", Eller looked at Bowen with teary eyes.

Bowen squinted his eyes and nodded, "Of course you can, because I'm a nobleman!"

If Wren had seen all this, he would have laughed at Bowen as a typical wretched creature dominated by desire. But it also had its benefits, at least it wouldn't let the plan deviate too far from Wren's design, and the rest would be none of his business.

Bowen patted the woman's shoulder and comforted her, "You have been living in the lord's palace for the past few days, I will contact the other nobles and wait for me in the room at night." ”

Looking at Bowen's distant figure, Eller wiped away her tears, and her expression became flat again, just like when she came.

The Leos family captured Xiliu City one after another, and participated in the suppression of Baratan, and still had a certain prestige in the province of Bell. It's clearly a family on the rise, and there's always someone willing to invest in him and his family. After several days of contact, Bowen gathered a total of seven families, 10,000 infantry, and 2,000 cavalry to begin to suppress the rebellion of Venier.

At the same time, in some unseen places, some people are planning something. (To be continued.) )