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On the morning of August 9, 1666 (MDay+130), the East 3rd District

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At nine o'clock in the morning, there was silence in the East 3rd District, and only the sound of lonely horses' hooves could be heard.

Naymen Soleton remembered in a trance that at this time yesterday, he seemed to be walking on this path, and the streets seemed to be just as silent. But after a night, the situation was completely different.

The scattered corpses and weapons are a testament to the brutality of last night's fighting. The corpses of civilians, freemen, Lennie's militia, and the Imperial invaders were scattered throughout the streets, and nearly every alley was marked by fierce gunfights and hand-to-hand combat. Some of the bodies of both armies had been wrapped in shrouds, but they were never able to be transported. Almost all the barricades and fortifications have been leveled, the roads are littered with ruins left by explosions and destruction magic, and the main roads paved with hardstone slabs are now riddled with potholes.

But the most striking thing is the columns of smoke that represent the fire. The fighting between the two armies set fire to many houses, and the Imperial Army burned every warehouse they could find to prevent the Free Army from using the materials again. These columns of smoke burned all night and stretched along the streets to the end of the city in the distance. Of the two largest areas and the largest stockpiles of supplies in the remaining areas, the East 3rd and North 3rd districts are the places where these smoke columns are most concentrated, which also contrasts with the silence of the East 3rd District.

He knew why it was so quiet. The two armies had almost exhausted their organized forces, and the last precious troops were used to secure a retreat. At the beginning, the Imperial Army flanked the main forces of the Free Army deployed in the Third Eastern District, and defeated tens of thousands of Free soldiers and militia here until the entire line was scattered. The Freire Army was scattered into skirmishers of various sizes, covering the population in the zone and retreating, but still suffering heavy losses. The Imperial Army then repeated the process, their main forces were likewise routed, scattered, and pursued by the remnants of the Free Army, and now the main battlefields of the two armies had shifted to the northern and southern districts of the city. The Free Army wanted to secure a retreat to the port area of the South City, while the Imperial Army wanted to protect the logistics warehouses in the various districts of the North City, and no one had the strength to continue the struggle in the East 3rd District.

The blonde girl leaning on his chest complained in a low voice: "I can't meet people all the time, what should we do with our record report." It was finally conceived, and if it didn't reach Marshal Fox, it would be a big loss. ”

"You shouldn't have to worry about debriefing. We've won such a big victory, and these two spoils of war are here, who can tamper with our merits, and who will dare to snatch them?"

Naimon laughed, pointing to the two magic weapons hanging from the saddle. The "benevolence" of one of the seven swords of virtue alone is already amazing, but the other is even more amazing: it is the "might" of the emperor.

This is the first time in history that a freeman has ever encountered such a weapon—no, it is even the first time in history that an enemy of the Empire has ever had his hands on it.

"But that's not enough. We need more than just a report, we need a legend. Eroticism, violence, and coolness, these are the things that make up the saga. ”

Hearing Anne's answer, Naimon said from the bottom of his heart, "I think you're already legendary, Anne. The Liberty Times will go crazy chasing you for an interview. ”

Only one of her right hands was left intact in her art-like figure, and the remaining left arm and legs had been severed by a sharp blade, and then fastened to the severed limbs with dark black crystals, the sides of which were sealed with blood-soaked bandages. This kind of injury can be called a horrific serious injury even for a man - let alone such a charismatic blonde beauty.

"Tell the truth? Anne snorted and pinched him with her remaining right hand, "Everybody is sure to ask that question, 'How did you get so badly injured?' Do you want me to tell them that they were bitten by the dying Minister of War? I don't want to spread such a shameful thing." ”

"Shame on you...... Shame?" Naimon stammered and repeated, "Even if you are not a high-level mage, the other party has 'power'! The battle of a high-level mage is inherently unpredictable, and the slightest change will change the outcome of the battle......"

"Absolutely. I don't want the morale of the Imperial Army to be restored because of this battle. Anne interrupted, "Thankfully, almost no one saw the battle, just a few more details...... For example, the enemy is not just the Minister of War. The Emperor, the Prime Minister, the Minister of War, the Minister of Security, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, the Court Mage, and so on were all in the army, and they shamelessly set traps to besiege me. ”

And the emperor fled. "In other words, he couldn't have denied the rumor himself, or the more humiliating secret of his escape would have been exposed." The process of winning these people will definitely be more exciting......"

Anne's forehead thumped against his chest: "Who said you were going to win? The strongest forces of the empire have been assembled, and I will definitely be defeated and captured. To elevate the enemy's abilities and ambitions is to exalt ourselves, or to exalt the demons and tyrants recorded in the history books are trying to conquer the world. How can we show our hardships and toils if we don't make it up like that?"

"But...... If you lose, how do you make it up?"

Anne lowered her head, looked at her legs, and said, "Naturally, the brutality and meanness of the enemy should be shown, and by the way, a little erotic element necessary for the legend should be added." In order to learn the secrets of my magic, the Emperor and his promiscuous nobles had no choice but to torture me to reduce my willpower and ensure that their spiritual magic would work. Anyway, there are a lot of high-level magicians in the Empire, and there should be a lot of yellow forbidden books about them, just pick them from the most sensational stories - you should have read quite a few, right?"

Naimon's face turned red: "I really haven't seen it." Ridiculous, absurd nobles or something, I'm sure I can't make it up!"

"Then when it comes to this part, just turn your head and have tears in your eyes, and the rich imagination of the men will naturally have an effect. With two legs and one arm, there are many tricks that can be played, but some tricks may not have been thought of by anyone now. Anne seemed to remember something, and leaned into Naimon's ear, "Of course, you'll have to memorize a few basic tricks, just in case someone suddenly asks about goofs. Let's start with the left foot......"

Anne lowered her voice, but could tell she was in high spirits. She made up stories of herself being tortured by the nobles of the empire in various ways—in which each of her legs was "used" at least three times. The [beep-] ways to dispose of her hands and feet were terrifying, and acid water poured from his stomach.

“...... That's all, portray the dead Minister of War as an accomplice with a surviving conscience, and the living ones are more evil and tyrannical than the other. The Emperor must smile wickedly, and listen to my screams for amusement while playing with the bloody bones. I don't have to tell it again, right? It's a story that you can remember once and for all. If you sell it to 'those' booksellers, it can sell for a lot of money, right?"

"I really want to forget about it...... It's really a story that can only be circulated underground, and I bet both the North and the South will ban this pamphlet. Naimon sighed, "I'm about to start hating these debaucherous nobles. ”

His gaze couldn't stop looking at Anne's severed limb, moving from arm to leg and back again. The story of the torture that Anne had just made up lingered in his mind like a virus, making him feel as if it had really happened. How could she so easily concoct "that kind" story with herself as the heroine?

As he wandered, the horse's hooves suddenly stepped on a broken brick, and the horse's body leaned towards the stone wall beside it.

Naimon was shocked, and quickly pulled the reins of the horse, and forced the horse back on the right path.

The sudden impact caused Anne, who was barely in the saddle, to scream, and her body, which lacked legs to balance, almost slid off the horse. Anne's only remaining right hand hugged Naimon, and the little remaining bit of her left arm barely stuck his right waist, and the whole person was almost wrapped around Naimon's body, so as to avoid the unfortunate incident.

The blonde girl blushed and whispered, "Damn! Isn't this just me letting him take advantage!"

When Naimon heard this, he bit his lip and pretended not to hear it.

However, compared to the soft touch in front of him, the cold crystal touch on his waist made him even more uncomfortable. No matter how fanciful the story is, it's always a fact that she only has one right hand left.

Anne seemed to see what he was thinking, and hurriedly explained: "My hands and feet have been broken anyway, so naturally I want to make them meaningful." Isn't it much more interesting to make them feed for stories of torture and torture than to be accidentally cut off on the battlefield? What convincing evidence. ”

It sounded plausible, but Naimon still felt that something was wrong: "You can't say that. We have sacrificed so many people, do we have to make up some singing and crying stories because they sacrificed not enough to be interesting?"

"If strategically necessary, of course. The death of the average person is just a statistic, while the death of some people can turn into a tragedy. Anne's answer was categorical, "If I had to choose the way I would die for posterity, I would have to choose the rarest and most tragic of them, and I would have to make everyone feel fear, emotion, or blood boiling at the mention of my name—it would depend on the end result I was trying to achieve." You're sure to be able to figure out the strategic value of that, Naimon. ”

This unlucky topic left Naimon speechless. He'd seen too many of his colleagues die as statistics - he really didn't want to die in silence like them.

He shook his head vigorously and pulled the topic back: "Just talking about value, the effect of this story is indeed very 'attractive'. If you count the hidden 'inner version', within a month there will be no one on the mainland who does not know this story. Is there anything else you need to change in the future?"

Anne thought for a moment and replied, "No need. The last part, from the time you discover the secrets of legendary magic to the time you finally charge to repel all the enemies and the Emperor, is as it really is. Making up too much can lead to suspicion. ”

"That's not a big change......

Naimon closed his eyes and relived the entire battle process in his mind, and suddenly came to his senses and understood Annie's true intentions.

"Wait a minute, Annie. When people who don't know hear this story, they will think that it was me who repelled the emperor and killed the Minister of War. ”

"Of course. Anne looked up and glanced at him, "The heroine of a popular story should not rely on her own strength to win, no matter how strong she is, she should wait for the hero to fight and rescue her." How unlovely it is to fight and kill! The first battle was to set off the victory, but in the second battle, I resolutely don't want this unhelpful work. ”

"But ......"

Anne interrupted him again and again, "Where did you come from, but, ah! You are my superior in the Western Army, right? This is an astonishing achievement, isn't it? If you don't get it, how can you continue to be my superior, Your Excellency Captain Naymen Soleton?"

These series of questions made Naimon speechless for a while. He slowed his horse and stammered, "Even if I don't take the credit for your work, there should be some other way for us to continue to fight side by side, right?"

"For example?"

Anne grabbed him by the garment, rubbed her body forward hard, and lifted her head so that her eyes could meet his eyes.

"For example...... Like what...... For example......"

What else can we do if we don't act as bosses and subordinates?

She exposes her power and will become a big hero, the mainstay of the Free Army. And he is still that little operational staff officer, and he may be promoted to one or two levels. To maintain the kind of relationship that used to be, you can only follow her script, unless......

An unbelievably bold idea flashed through his mind, but was immediately rejected by himself.

That's a no-no. Absolutely not. It was an idea he might never be qualified to propose.

"For example...... Like what...... Like what...... I'm sorry. I can't think of it. Let's follow this script. ”

Anne smiled with satisfaction: "I'll just say it." We have two credits, and we should have thought carefully about how they were used...... The next thing is to find someone to pass the order. ”

As she spoke, she turned her head away to look for a possible Free Army advance force around the corner. Invisible magical eyes flew over her shoulders and sped down the streets.

Maybe it was an illusion, but Naimon felt that at that moment he saw a touch of loneliness in her eyes.

But he could no longer look into her eyes, for she had already cheered: "I have found it! Turn left ahead, and if you take a little detour, there is a squad of our cavalry! with two prisoners!"

Naimon pulled the reins of his horse and turned around. There was indeed a detachment of more than twenty Free Army cavalry, and they were advancing from west to east. As soon as they saw Nammon and Anne's horses, the whole group grabbed the reins of their horses almost at the same time.

A few people put their hands on their pistols, but they were immediately angrily reprimanded by their companions: "It's your own people! Don't you know these two Excellencies of the Western General Army?"

"Pavilion...... Your Excellency?"

Hearing this honorific title, which is usually reserved for commanders of the general rank, Naimon felt a pang of discomfort all over his body, as if he was wearing a completely ill-fitting military uniform.

When the commander of this cavalry saw him asking, he thought that it was the fault of his novices, snorted angrily, and gave a loud order again: "You rabbit cubs, these two are the heroes who saved the entire Lenny Army last night! The special and plenipotentiary reinforcements of the Western General Army! Ms. Sephier, the first mage of the Free Army, who is known as the 'Saint of Freedom', and His Excellency Namen Soleton, the hero who organized the blocking battle in the Eastern Third District! It's not even good to salute, no wonder you even crawled to the ground and retreated, if you stay on the front line, how can you not recognize the two Excellencies!"

"Well, I'm not ......"

The slightly chubby, somewhat talkative commander saluted again: "Ah, in fact, I participated in last night's East 3rd District Blockade Battle, and I am deeply impressed by your courage and command ability! Of course, you may not remember a little person like me, let me introduce myself again, I am Lieutenant Lu Ge of the 10th 'Lenny' Free Division, and I am now commanding the Independent Rangers of the East 3rd District to reconnoiter the movements of the Imperial Army...... Ah, sorry, I'm talking so much nonsense again. The two Excellencies are back, they must be triumphant!"

Naimon nodded: "Sort of......"

Another cavalryman behind suddenly exclaimed: "The golden scepter hanging in front of your saddle, is it 'power'?!"

Naimon nodded again: "Yes, it's just the emperor......"

Before he could finish explaining, Lieutenant Luge was already trembling with excitement. He jumped off his horse, knelt straight before Namen's horse, and with tears in his eyes, he cried out: "The evil emperor is at last dead! God forbid! Long live freedom! Long live the two Excellencies! Long live! Long live!

As if infected by the commander, the whole group of free cavalry jumped off their horses, and with tears in their eyes, they knelt down in front of Namen's horse.

Naimon's hand stopped in the air awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

Fortunately, there was another very intelligent and powerful passenger sitting on his horse. Anne deliberately "muttered", closed her eyes and leaned heavily on Naimon's shoulder, pretending to pass out and relieve him.

Ruge raised his head and immediately noticed the tragic condition of the "petite" lady.

His eyes were wide open, as if they could jump out of their sockets at any moment: "Your Excellency, Holy Maiden...... This...... What a serious injury this is! What did those beasts of the Empire do to her!Sir, are there any fish that have slipped through the net! If there is any, please leave it to us, even if we fight for our lives, no, even if we fight the entire Lenny army, we will avenge Lord Sephir!"

Naimon finally got the chance to finish the whole sentence.

"Lieutenant Luge, please be quiet, Lieutenant Sefir has passed out, listen to me first finish the battle situation on the front. First of all, the emperor is not dead, we caught up with the enemy brigade in the East Fourth District, and the commander of the enemy army is ......"

At this point, Naimon paused suddenly, wondering whether he was going to act according to Anne's script.

Anne immediately noticed this, and with another "mumble" in his ear, her right hand pinched him heavily and twisted it. Naimon gasped and had to go back to the script-

Of course, skip those "secret stories".

“...... Then, I would like you to report this battle report to Field Marshal Fox. I beg your pardon for not being able to rush over, Lieutenant Shalfir's injuries are almost too long to wait. ”

Lieutenant Ruge wiped his tears and snot vigorously with his cuffs, he was completely impressed by this story of ups and downs and dangers: "Obey your military orders. If it weren't for your orders, I would have taken my brethren to fight again!As long as we fail to bring back the head of Emperor Gustav, we will never return to Lennie! Please rest assured, after we have informed His Excellency Fox and the whole army of the battle, the entire Lenny army, no, the entire Free Army, will be at your disposal for the sake of Your Excellency!"

He turned on his horse, whistled, turned his horse's head, and ordered his men: "Get on your horse!

The lieutenant adjutant next to him was not in such a hurry, but asked Namen another question: "Excuse me...... Are you going to take His Excellency Sseefer to seek medical treatment? Indeed, all the senior priests of our Free Army have already died in the line of duty, and they will not be able to heal them if they do not die in the line of duty with a serious injury of this magnitude. Is there anyone around here who can heal this injury?"

Naimon thought for a moment and replied cautiously, "You don't have to worry, there will be a way when you get to the St. Grace Welfare Institute." ”

"Welfare home...... I think I've seen it. The second lieutenant frowned, "My troops had a fierce battle around there last night. Uh, sorry for the trouble...... I wish you all the best. ”

The second lieutenant turned his head and looked in the direction of the welfare home. Following his gaze, Naimon noticed that there were indeed two or three faint pillars of smoke in that direction.

An ominous premonition immediately gripped his heart. He didn't bother to say goodbye to the guerrilla cavalry, and turned to set off.

All the ominous premonitions and joking words are connected to form a path to hell, covered with flags representing death.

It should be fine. The secret base of a top mage wouldn't be so easily destroyed, right- Naimen wanted to ask so easily. But for some reason, these questions are not asked.

Instead, Anne took the initiative to try to comfort him: "It's okay. There are no important targets in the welfare home, and they will not be destroyed. They can't burn down the whole orphanage, can they?"

But Naimon could feel what she had been worried about. The girl, who was left with only one arm to maintain her balance, was no longer able to hide her body language, and she had to hold on to Naimon's clothes to stop on the horse's back, and Naimon could feel every tremor of her fingertips.

"Goddess of fate, don't make such a malicious joke at the end. ”

Naimon prayed in his heart, speeding up his horse again and again. With each street he crossed, the pillar of smoke came closer, almost exactly matching the spot he remembered.

But he still clung to the last glimmer of hope, until it was shattered in the face of reality.

The doors of the orphanage were open, and the doorway was littered with broken rubble and rubbish.

The two gates were donated by Cladé López, one of which is missing, and the other has a huge hole in it that has fallen into the street outside the door.

These are not the sources of the smoke columns, but the main chapel of the welfare home. Naimon let go of the reins, allowing the horse to leap over the rubble and stop in front of the Welfare House's chapel, a building that burned only black wooden beams.

“...... It's a dream, right? ”

Naimon instinctively looked around, looking for clues that could be used in dream analysis. He had done it the night before, when he was dreaming, and he was very skillful.

"Where is the key point? If the key point is 'the home burned down', it probably symbolizes the abandonment of the memory of the past......

Wrong. He knew it wasn't a dream. He needs someone to pinch him, laugh at his weakness and escapism, and then pat him on the shoulder and say things like "it's okay, no problem".

Hurry up, Annie. Why don't you pinch it? I've got it to this point, why don't you answer?

The boy lowered his head, not seeing the familiar and naturally happy smile he had expected. Anne Seffir was staring blankly at the ruins, expressionless, as if she were muttering something in pieces. Her voice was so small that Naimon could barely hear a few words.

"Is this the power of history? When all fate is the enemy, the recoil of the spring is really strong......"

Naimon reached out and shook awkwardly in front of Anne's eyes. He wasn't very good at these things that livened up the atmosphere, and it was Anne who used to do these things, whether it was at Lennie, at the staff, or on the battlefield.

"Well, I don't think there's any dead here, Annie. You see, there are no bodies, are they? I told the teacher that he and the nun should have crossed the Metbysi River by now, and the children would have been evacuated sooner. Besides, didn't they all burn down, you see the side courtyards I used to live in are fine......"

These squeezed words of comfort are all facts, but they all dryly bypass the core problem. Naimon found that he had no talent for enlivening the atmosphere at all, and he couldn't compare to a girl who could find a laugh in the fact that she broke her hand and foot.

"Ah, that's great. Anne finally came to her senses and put on her trademark smile that was a bit of a goofy again, "That way I don't have to change my script too much." It's just that if there is one less heroine, I can continue to act......"

Without warning, she fainted on Naimon's shoulder.

"Missing a heroine?hey, hey, what's going on!"

Naimon hugged her tightly and swayed, but there was no response for a moment.

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On the morning of August 9, 1666 (MDay+130), St. Grace's Welfare House

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There was a large rusty lock and chain fastening the door to each room in the side yard, and it looked like no one had opened it in a long time. Naimon didn't know where the nun had found such an old lock, but it seemed to be working, and the room didn't seem to have been ransacked by passing soldiers.

Naimon jumped off the horse, kicked open the door to his room, and rushed in, placing the fainted Anne on his bed. The girl who had lost her legs could only occupy half the length of the bed, and without her complicated eyes and changing expressions, she looked as helpless as a doll in a coma.

He had never realized before that a woman's character and beliefs would have such a strong effect on her appearance. When Anne was the greatest magician in the world, she was the chosen one of the gods of beauty with a broken arm, and when she was unconscious, she looked like a helpless disabled girl, and all the seductive qualities of temperament, charm, and so on left her little torso with her mind.

"Smell the salt...... Damn, I took it all away. Liquor...... I don't have one here. Military Mint Balm ......"

Naimon touched the inner pocket of his military uniform, which was empty. He glanced at Annie's dirty uniform stained with blood and mud again, and shook his head, if she had, it would have been ineffective.

"Where else can I find it? My spare equipment bag and uniform are not here......"

Naimon's gaze rested on the other red female officer's uniform on the table. Everything in this room was the same as it had been when he left yesterday, and the uniform that Danika had left behind looked quite intact. He grabbed his clothes, took them with him a lot of things on the table, tore open his placket, and pulled out the mint paste in a small metal box from his inner pocket, and smeared it in front of Anne's nostrils.

The potent peppermint balm was so effective that Anne's breathing immediately became rapid.

"Okay, so cool......," she said weakly, opening her eyes and glancing to the side, "here'...... Naimon your room?"

Her recognition speed was so fast that Naimon was a little surprised: "Annie, have you been to my room? when?"

"Uh, no, I haven't been. Anne squirmed on the bed, as if trying to sit up, but couldn't, "I just think you're the kind of guy who would bring a fainting girl back to his room, right, sir?"

Anne was still trying to laugh, but Naimon couldn't laugh anymore. He just said "um" and squatted down to pick up the debris that had just been swept to the ground, not wanting Anne to see his current expression.

"Speaking of which, this is my first time, huh?"

Hearing this, Naimon almost slipped and fell to the ground. Anne chuckled, and added, "Don't be mistaken, I mean this is my first time in a man's room." What do you think was the first time, Naimon?"

"I didn't ...... It's nothing. ”

The topic is slow to get back on track – or rather, no one wants to get it back on track. Naimon noticed the red brooch box and picked it up from the ground.

"Ever since I was in middle school, I've been imagining what the first man who invited me to his room would be, what an invitation would be, what kind of room it would be. It's a pity that I haven't had a lot of male popularity, and this fantasy has never been realized. I don't like most of the men I like, and the men I like don't have a room. ”

Anne said as she continued to sit up. She held the board with her only elbow and slipped, and then she held the board and slipped again, barely getting her body up a little until the third attempt.

"At that time I thought that the inviter would be a strange, handsome young man, slightly older than me, with a charming and mysterious charm. He doesn't have to be rich or powerful, but he can make people feel that he has great self-confidence and extraordinary ability, and he should still be a powerful magician. Our acquaintance may have been caused by an accident, but the bonds of fate have bound us together. It was supposed to be a well-thought-out, well-planned invitation, a room key quietly left on the table after a successful date, leading to a room that, though somewhat dirty, was full of traces of its owner's interests, ambitions, and hobbies. The room should have several complete sets of research equipment, dense bookshelves, sticky notes everywhere, and security devices to withstand any attack. ”

Naimon listened to Anne as he opened the brooch box. It was supposed to be given to Anne Seffir by the nun, but it was given to Danika, who came under the name of an impostor. It was this brooch that disturbed Danica's mood, made her change back to her original identity, and risked to lure the emperor from the tunnel, starting this magnificent day. For some reason, he turned slightly to the side, not letting Anne notice the little box.

"I couldn't have imagined how this goal would be achieved, I would have lost two legs and an arm, and I would have been in a complete deep coma, carried into my room and dumped on the bed by my young boss of the opposite sex. What kind of development is this?Hunting?tyranny?[beep]toilet system?[beep] toy?[beep] slave?"

Naimon finally couldn't help but squirt out with a "poof", coughing non-stop. Many of the proper nouns in Anne's words he had only heard for the first time when he had just heard Anne make up stories.

"Annie, what are you—what are you talking about! I don't understand!"

Anne finally gave up trying to sit up, leaned back on the pillow and smiled, "I don't understand......? It's been more than 200 years, and you haven't bought a yellow book? Who would believe it? If I were able to move easily, I would be able to dig out the yellow book in this room—maybe there would be enough to compile a catalogue of yellow books?"

"Really, really, there really isn't! If I had that spare money, I'd rather buy a few more periodicals or materials! Studying a magician costs a lot of money......"

For some reason, Naimon's voice became quieter and quieter. Anne keenly grasped the point: "Really not a book?

"If it's a book rent......"

"Is it only rental?"

"If you buy it and see it and sell it second-hand, it's probably ...... Uh, Annie, can we change the subject?"

The blonde girl laughed weakly and agreed: "Okay." How about let's talk about the female officer's uniform on the ground? I mean, that one looks a little familiar—my size, right?"

Naimon glanced quickly to the ground, and immediately took it back: "This, this military uniform is, is it ......"

"Well, well, keep making it up, Chief Thor Leyton?" Annelo's somewhat dull smile looked like it was getting more and more hideous, "This is obviously my first time in the man's room, and it's just the beginning, how can the follow-up development also be a story of super-expansion? The first time I entered the man's room, there was a follow-up to the rape, and I was really a terrible woman...... It seems that you can already see the flying options in the air. ”

“...... This—this uniform is really not what you think!"

The military uniform was left by Danica, but this is too complicated to say. Naimon really didn't have the confidence and didn't have the mood to explain this matter clearly...... But Anne had already started firing.

"The first possibility. This uniform was taken out of my luggage, and you have traveled thousands of miles to bring it to Lennie, even after a hard battle. In that sense, you have the dedication of a true magician, Your Excellency the Underwear Thief?"

Although his mind was full of worries about the "real topic", hearing this kind of unfounded slander, Naimon still felt that he could not remain silent: "We have been fighting side by side all night, you see where I can hide a whole set of uniforms!"

Anne waved her right hand and raised a second finger: "Then possibility two." The uniforms are native to Lenny. As soon as you get to Lunny, you become a Free Army hero and immediately go around looking for glamorous female officers to hook up with. I can attest that you've never touched a woman in the months you've been in Stillburg or even Jena, so it's understandable that you'd want to vent your bestial desires when you get back to Lenny. As the youngest winner of the 'Excellence Chapter' in the history of the fresh and hot mouth, it is of course very easy for His Excellency the Pickle Girl Pervert Chief who is full of rhetoric to hook up with a beautiful military officer......"

"The battle plan should also pay attention to the basic rationality, Staff Officer Sefir, did that beautiful officer leave my room naked?"

Namen's strong analytical ability and adaptability are once again at work.

"Okay. It's really tenacious......" Anne frowned, her smile even stiffer, "Possibility three! You made this military uniform according to my size half a year ago, or even earlier! No, maybe it's not just a military uniform, maybe there are also maid costumes, nurse costumes, witch costumes, Dongyi costumes, and even underwear and other various costumes, just waiting for the war to end and return to Lenny with a discharge allowance to retire and become this uniform perverted chief!" When I returned to Lenny early yesterday morning, I felt so horny that I turned back an innocent warbler from the street for you, the new hero of the prostitution hero of the Superior Zhang Lenny, to dress up and abuse! The box you hold in your hand must be proof...... Ha, ha, definitely!"

Anne was a little out of breath when she uttered such a barrage of words.

"That...... It's really not what you think. It's a long story, this brooch was supposed to be yours. ”

Naimon smiled helplessly and handed over the box. The blonde girl took it in disbelief, flicked the index finger of her right hand, and opened the lid. She froze.

"For Anne Seffer," the note read. It was the nun's handwriting, but Anne didn't recognize it. She blushed and slid back onto the bed.

"Won't you say...... Could it be that the uniform is also ...... A gift that was meant to be given to me?"

Misunderstanding, misunderstanding.

- Of course, this truth will not be told even if you tear your mouth apart. He just picked up the red officer's uniform from the ground, patted off the dirt on it, and slowly laid it on the bed.

"This brooch was originally for a nun. ”

Anne took the brooch out of the box. It wasn't a very good material, but she pinned it to her clothes. With only one hand, she seemed to have a hard time doing the job, and after several insertions, she couldn't get into the thick cloth of her military uniform, but the needle pierced the thumb of her right hand, and a drop of blood stabbed it.

Naimon approached the bedside and asked, "Do you want to help?"

Anne nodded. "Of course. That's a stupid question, though. ”

Naimon took the brooch, lowered his head and began to look for the most suitable position to pin. Anne's tall, plump boobs pulled a beautiful bevel at the chest of her uniform, and he carefully landed in the air, avoiding the seductive pair of twin peaks.

"Is there really no way out?"

He inserted the brooch into the blood-colored military uniform, and the silver surface was also stained with the scent of blood.

"Probably. Anne replied in a low voice, "The heroine of the script...... I had no choice but to quit. Luckily, I've already finished the first act, and the second act can continue with just a few changes to the plot. It's good to live in legends. ”

"But that's your credit after all......

Anne smiled again. She couldn't even feel the slightest stupidity in her smile this time.

"For those of us, not to mention credit, even the body is something outside the body. This body is already at the end, so don't care about anything. If you really want to touch it, you can touch it, right?"

Naimon's hand shook, and the brooch almost poked into his finger.

He straightened the brooch in a panic, and his hand bounced off Anne's chest and retracted it behind his back.

"I'm serious. This is your room, and I'm your [beep—] or [beep—] or [beep—]...... It doesn't matter what it's called. ”

Anne said in a calm tone some words that would be blocked in future publications, "Anyway, it's the last, you can really ask for anything." ”

Naimon froze and shook his head vigorously, "Are you sure?"

Anne turned her head sideways and nodded vigorously.

Naimon still couldn't believe it. He stood up abruptly, turned and lowered his head, looked into Anne's eyes almost at zero distance, and confirmed word by word for the third time, "Is it really okay to do anything?"

"Hmm. ”

Anne put her hand on her forehead and slowly closed her eyes, breathing heavily. Her face was finally flushed, and her fingers were unconsciously playing with her hair.

This beautiful gesture is so seductive. Naimon felt that deep within his heart there was a demon made of malice sprouting, growing, growing, and growing at an incomparably faster speed.

The demon was whispering in his ear: Come on, this is the last chance. What are you waiting for a beautiful girl who has no tomorrow and has lost the last ability to resist? No matter how intolerable the behavior is, no matter how unspeakable the request, you can do it, and if you miss this opportunity, there will be no more.

And this voice is winning. He had to make that request, the one that had been haunting his heart for some time.

It would have been a request she had never imagined, shocking and cruel.

Naimon took a deep breath: "So, I have a request, please be sure to give me an honest answer." ”

He leaned down.

He leaned close to her face.

Close enough that she and he could hear each other's breathing.

He asked in a whisper that only Anne could hear—

"I wonder how many years after the magic of traveling through time was completed?"

Anne's breath paused, and the smile on her face and her fingers froze at the same time.

"How long after you have come, Annie?"

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