188. My best friend

Just as Mora Gault trembled like a dead leaf in the autumn wind, and gradually began to lose control of the anger she had suppressed in the depths of her heart, a chilling sensation came from under her skirt. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The hem of the tube skirt is very short, and only women with slender and toned legs dare to wear it to meet people.

Easter has to admit that Mora Gault has beautiful legs. At this point, he had already confirmed it when he carried them on his shoulders last night.

He stood in front of Mora Gault, close to her, and took advantage of the cover of his body to reach back with his hands, and easily reached into the hem of Mora Gault's skirt, stroking it with his fingertips.

Mora Gault was powerless under this teasing. Esther felt his fingertips quickly get wet. There was already a faint wheezing sound behind his ears, and he knew that Mora Gaud's attention had been successfully diverted from him, and that it was time to stop it, lest he get out of control and get himself in big trouble tonight. But as soon as he moved, his wrist was grabbed by Moura Gault.

"You little bastard!" Mora Gault leaned into his ear and quickly bit him lightly. "Do you want to run away after provoking me? Come with me, I have something to tell you. ”

Turning a small piece of soaked fabric into ashes with the flames shot from the tips of his fingers, Mora Gott looked at a wet finger from Easter with some annoyance, then closed his eyes, and resigned himself to taking it into his mouth and cleaning it up.

"Mora, you know Helena well, don't you?" said Easter, who was in the cell where he and Maura Gott were, and there was no one around. In a place like the Treasure Palace, there is no need to worry about the existence of peeping or eavesdropping circles. Even if there were, Mora Gott's spell skills were good enough to deal with. The power of the two people's domain has been fully opened at this time, and the coverage is this compartment, in case some legends with special fields can understand the situation inside the compartment without alarming them.

The shiver of pleasure continues in Mora Gott. She squeezed a murmur out of her nose with her eyes closed, as if she was still unwilling to lose to a finger.

But Easter's question made her stiffen immediately.

"Thank you, Easter. Maura Gott pondered for a moment and spoke.

"When I saw her, I couldn't help myself. I really didn't expect it. She turned out to be the daughter-in-law of Juniels Pervas!" Two lines of tears crossed the cheeks of Maura Gott. "You know what? East, Helena was my best friend, she used to be. We spent fifteen years together. ”

Eastermran. He could already guess the end of the story - a cup of black tea for the dead.

If you want to mention who the most beautiful woman was in Colombo, the royal capital thirty years ago, many people will have a different opinion. If you choose who is the strongest legendary powerhouse in the royal capital thirty years ago, there is also a lot of debate on this point.

But if you want to choose the most beautiful female legend in Colombo thirty years ago, all the old drivers from that era will tell you in unison, it must be Ms. Gianna Westmoreland.

The presence of this lady seems to be an advertising slogan - King Adi - not going off the beaten path.

She was born into a family of traditional mages. A seven-ring archmage of the Alchemists' Guild, her grandfather.

From a very young age, Gianna showed a super ability to analyze magic, and even at the age of five, she learned her first spell, the Second Ring Spell, the Strong Acid Arrow.

Just when everyone thought that the Westmoreland family would give birth to a great legendary mage and usher in the peak of their family, Miss Gianna lost interest in spells at the age of ten and turned to martial arts.

This made her family all crazy and wanted to stop it, but at that time, the spells cast by everyone in the family were dismantled by her one by one, and all of them were invalid. This discovery deeply frightened all those in the know. You know, she was only ten years old at the time! For reasons that could not be explained, a high-ranking member of the Alchemist Guild intervened in this matter, allowing Miss Gianna to study martial arts freely. Or in their opinion, this is tantamount to reducing a terrible opponent for the sake of substitution, but the world of geniuses and mortals is not the same. Thirty years ago, at the age of twenty-four, Gianna was still a legendary powerhouse, and she had created an independent profession that had never been seen before, the Knight of Arcanes.

And her legendary first battle was against her grandfather and a large number of followers under his leadership. As a master of spells who advanced to the Eight Rings, Gianna's grandfather was beaten by his own granddaughter and had no choice, even if he sent followers to rely on the victory, it was difficult to match the perfect combination of arcane law and martial arts.

As a pioneer of a profession that showed great combat effectiveness, Miss Gianna received great praise and also had her own following. And many admirers sent their children to her door to be taught. On the one hand, he intends to introduce the rare profession of Arcane Knight into the family, and on the other hand, he also has the psychology of getting closer to Miss Gianna.

However, Miss Gianna only accepts children under the age of ten as disciples. According to her, whether a child has the potential to become an Arcane Knight can be seen at the age of ten. The elimination rate of these children is very high, and most of them will be determined by Miss Gianna to be unqualified within a year. Only a few children passed the test and were able to make it to her door.

Twenty-seven years ago, two five-year-old girls joined the cultivation team of the Arcane Knights on the same day. The two little girls, one was sent by the Gauth family, who was famous for their wealth at the time, and the other was Helena Thrace from a dilapidated jazz house.

Unlike Mora Gault, who spent a lot of money to join, Helena Thrace was sent to Colombo by her father as collateral for debt, where she was found to be talented and sent to study at Gianna's house.

However, Gianna didn't care about the students' origins. She only values the talent of her students. She soon discovered Mora Gault and Helena Thrace, two of the best students she had ever met.

Soon, the other students discovered that Miss Gianna had begun to keep Mora and Helena in her house to teach them carefully, and to be more laissez-faire to the rest of the students.

Compared with Helena, whose fate is bumpy, Mora's heart is more pure. She loves her teachers, but also Helena as her classmates, friends, playmates. Friendships between little girls are always built in subtle places. A piece of candy, a doll, a small animal. At an ignorant age, children who have been separated from their families for a long time are the closest people only with their playmates.

In order to teach the two girls, Miss Gianna never married. This is deeply regrettable for many in Colombo.

However, the two girls did not fail to live up to Miss Gianna's attention, first Mora Gaudt successfully promoted to the legend at the age of eighteen, becoming the second real Arcane Knight after the teacher (before the legend, the Arcane Knight was actually very weak), and then less than two years later, Helena Thrace also broke through and became a legend.

Seeing that there was a successor, Miss Gianna left happily and began her legendary roaming in the multiverse (many legendary powerhouses will have this kind of long-term wandering).

What she didn't expect was that less than half a year after she left, her two disciples embarked on completely different paths.

Helena Thrace (who had been saved by Miss Gianna) as collateral for her debts, betrayed Maura Gault, who had been with her for fifteen years, in order to pursue higher power and status, and put herself at the top of the pyramid of Coronian nobility as she and her family fell into the abyss.

But today, the person who Helena Thrace thought had turned into dry bones twelve years ago, after a transformation, returned to the world again, standing less than a hundred meters away from her, slowly telling her man an unforgettable longing for her old friend.

"How can I get revenge!" said Mora Gault, leaning feebly into Easter's arms. recounted the past events of the year, which made her feel extremely weak. The enemy is in front of her, but the pain of not being able to take revenge makes her feel heartbroken.

Esther shook his head and hugged Moragatte tightly. He opened his mouth to sing a strange tune in a language that Moura Gault had never heard before, but which unexpectedly touched Mora Gault's heart.

"After a while,"

"It's like oil pouring on my heart. ”

"A three-foot sword hangs in vain from the waist,"

"I can't do it, but my parents are wronged. ”

"What's this tune?" Mora Gault suddenly felt calm, and she felt the power coming from Easter's arm. That's the power of reassurance.

"Wen Zhaoguan. It's a great story about revenge. ”

Stopping Maura Gault from questioning the storyline, Esther kissed her on the cold lips.

"In my hometown, there is an old saying called "It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge." "But Mora, you've been waiting for twelve years, and I'm not a gentleman. ”

Perhaps stimulated by a man with BGM, Easter suddenly burst into pride in his heart.

"Mora, we're not waiting. It doesn't matter what the overall situation is, what the king's considerations are, and what the situation in the kingdom is. We just need to have the thought in our hearts. ”

East jerked to his feet. There was an indescribable sparkle in his eyes that Mora Gault had never seen in the eyes of such a good-natured boy. That brilliance is called ambition. She felt as if the boy had grown up all of a sudden, and that manly aura came to her face, making her heart beat at great speed. Next, she heard Esther say something that left her dumbfounded.

"Mora, go and inquire about the retinue of this Miss Helena. I'm going to investigate her round-trip route. I don't think she'll be attending the next ball, and she'll not return directly to the Duke of Pervas's estate on the outskirts. In the next few days, Colombo was still very lively, and I thought she must have a foothold in the city. Tonight, you and I, let's go pay a good visit to this old friend of yours. ”