Filia opened the cupboard and took the saucer, knife and fork, sat down and poked the mango slices into the plate, muttering viciously, "Bad guys, you are all bad people." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info even grab food!

"You're not afraid of accountability, so why are you crying inside?" Frederick ran over for fear that she would be unhappy, and Filia was silent in the bedroom for a long time, and the atmosphere was the same as Frederick's worrying picture, so he thought that Filia must be crying secretly.

"Phew, I didn't. Filia denied it, and the fork was tied with an orange in her mouth, but she was squinted and her lips were sour, and her cheeks were sore: "I was just thinking, I came to the world with a golden key, thinking that I would be cherished like a doll, but I didn't expect the people I met to be more ecstatic than the other, what kind of men are these." I'm tired of blind dates. ”

Frederick felt guilty that he had touched her, and felt that he was not qualified to comment, so he had to ask, "What kind of men are they?"

Filia put down her fork and began to snap her fingers: "The Chancellor's family has a loving wife, and he has at least 3 mistresses. The Foreign Secretary's family was a fat man who was a glutton, and during the meal he ordered a hole to be sawed out of the table to put his stomach. The Speaker of Lords' son is a sadist, who nailed a prostitute to bed with a crossbow three years ago, presumably because he refused his strange requests, although those were 'innocuous 'minor faults,'"

Philia rolled her eyes.

"But I really want to live with someone I like. If the Speaker's son dares to point a crossbow at me, I will definitely behead him in the marital room and abscond. Filia sighed and ate mangoes.

Frederick comforted her: "It's okay, you'll always meet normal people." ”

Philia shrugged her shoulders, looked at Salad and said, "I thought you were a normal person, pitiful to the people, and self-reliant, although a little reckless and hot-blooded, but sometimes you will say very poetic things, hey, alas, a pervert." ”

Filia sighed regretfully.

“......”

"Sure enough, my brother is right, none of the psychological states soaked in the peak of power are normal," Filia said distressedly, "I'm also a little nitpicky." ”

Frederick bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry to touch ...... so recklessly." Yours...... Leg ......"

"Oh, hey, men are all that virtuous. Filia shook her hand generously and complained aggressively: "There is always a desire that you can't restrain yourself, either to steal someone else's wife, or to eat into a ball, or to abuse a woman who has lost her footing with a crossbow arrow, or to be a megalomaniac with princess disease." You're a perverted symptom, and your condition is quite mild. ”

Frederick clutched his head in pain: "Although I was comforted, I was not happy at all...... What's going on. ”

"Hey smelly pervert, why did you get up and walk around so quickly?" Filia sneered, suddenly remembering his injury, and asked with a frown, as she reached for his shirt to see how it was, "Is it healing?"

"Me, as soon as the systemic circulation accelerates, the injury will heal quickly, it may have something to do with metabolism," Frederick paused nonsense, "The injury is almost healed, and I plan to take a medicinal bath after seeing you." Ophelia had already taken a shower, and Otto was urging her to change her clothes and show up for the ball on time in the evening. ”

"Can you ...... It's really durable......" Filia accidentally told the truth, and was surprised to see that his wounds were porcelain, so she retorted to him: "Who wants you to come and see, I am living a good life alone, if there are only girls left in the world, I will live better." ”

"Are you coming to the ball?" Frederick asked Philia, "I think you would have gone with you...... But now it's not so certain. ”

"Because of what?" Filia grinned, looking at him with her chin propped up, "Because I'm going to dislike you for being a pervert?"

"You...... There's nothing wrong with that...... Yes, that's probably what it means. Frederick honestly admitted, "Will you go with you, then?" ”

"Why?" asked Filia rhetorically, tormenting him playfully.

"I want to have fun together. Frederick pondered and listed: "Because we have been fighting and killing, we have not played together happily." Speaking of which, this ball is also a tough battle - I'm a little nervous, so you'll be around me a little more grounded. ”

"It's really going to make people call, there's no way to do it. Filia sighed, glanced at the ceiling, complained reservedly, and then smiled tolerantly: "You have said so, you can't do it if you don't have a soft heart! You're shaking M. ”

Frederick was mischievous and scolded by her, but he was very down-to-earth, stretched his waist and shouted: "You still say me! I don't know who was running around in the corridor in a yukata, and the enemy took advantage of the situation and tore all the clothes. ”

Filia stood up in annoyance and beat him, pushing him out of the door as she beat him: "Die!

"Hey, I'm the one who acts bravely, I have to carry the black pot to help each other, I really have no place to be reasonable. Frederick laughed, parried with a sigh, and was shoved to the point of staggering out.

"Stinky pervert, you can't do it, go and wash your sinful body, and by the way, wash your lustful soul too. The water in the pool you have soaked in is yellow. Filia bit her lip and hit him, causing him to scream and dodge out the door.

The quartermaster had already warmed up the pepper water, and Frederick rushed into the bathing room, stripped naked, lowered his head and stroked the hideous scar on his chest under the hot water, frowning and thinking: "Be grateful to those who love you, because they make you strong, and to those who hurt you, because they make you stronger." Damn it, Grand Master Teutoni, sooner or later you'll regret leaving this scar on me. ”

Then he walked to the bath without hesitation, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, stepped into the potion step by step, sat down with his heart and buttocks, and squatted into the potion with splashes.

There was a scorching pain in his chest, and the delicate new flesh that had just grown was ignited like a line of gasoline, almost spewing fire, and Frederick felt only two bear paws poking into his sternum, trying to break his ribs from side to side, and the wound was so hot that he was so happy that he wanted to fall headlong on the stone pit, because shock used to be able to exchange for relief.

Then, with his head raised and his mouth exposed, he could not restrain himself at last, and soaked in the pool and let out a mighty donkey cry.

"Oh my god!"

Shouting has been shown to distract from pain, while it does not relieve pain. When Frederick bathed hoarsely, he looked down at the scar on his chest, and saw that the half-meter-long scar seemed to be a little over-healed, and it was already hideous like a red centipede lying on his chest. Reaching out to touch it, there was no pain at all, and when I beat it twice curiously, it was as solid as a callus. Frederick only felt that his body's metabolism was vigorous like a vibrant gecko, as if chopping off his tail, he could grow another one without hurrying.

The artifact said faintly, "Your wound healing speed has increased by another 9%, and your divine power has skyrocketed to 63. Congratulations, congratulations. You're growing so fast that you've even overtaken your grandpa. Where do you call progress? You call evolution at all. ”

Frederick laughed, "Damn, work harder, and in 11 days, I'm going to open the eyes of the Sith." Ferdinand, we'll see. ”

The artifact flattered and poured the soup violently: "The spirit of the king is overflowing with words." (To be continued.) )