"Where's your slave girl?" Blaney sat cross-legged on the couch and motioned for Morgaret to sit across from her. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At this time, the silver-level adventurer had already taken off his daytime clothes, changed into a soft and comfortable and wide linen shirt, and draped a wide blanket on his body, revealing a refined ankle and cocking his little fingers. Pick up a cup of hot tea in front of you.

"Hasn't she been with you all the time, why do you ask me? "Mowglitte felt that his mouth was dry and bitter, lying to his face was not something that the gray dwarf was good at, it seemed that he had nothing to blame for doing in this matter, wasn't it normal for a baron to have some physical impulse between his beautiful slave girl, but why should he feel embarrassed.

"This is Assam's milk tea, you can't drink such a good milk tea in White Rock Town, would you like to try it?" the lord stretched out his hand to gesture for the hot tea in front of her.

"Did Angela misunderstand me?" The lord's fair, slender calves protruded from the blanket, instantly stealing the gray dwarf's gaze, which was familiar to him.

"Probably not, I heard her say, I think what the man wants is Angela's Morglitter's wrath. "Mowglitte tried to keep his eyes in check, not to look in that place, not to think in that direction.

"Yes, I figured it out when I came back, what that person wanted was Angela's Mithril equipment, and although you changed its appearance, I heard that there are many ways to get to the bottom of things, and maybe he's seen that it's a very valuable thing. ”

Mowgli nodded, sweat pouring out from his forehead. The gray dwarf suddenly realized that he was too reckless. Frost-free City is no match for White Rock Town, where there are many hidden high-level professionals. The True Eye can detect many disguises, and although there are very few adventurers who cultivate the True Eye, Frost-Free City may not be absent.

"Morgritte, you don't have to be too nervous," Blaney leaned over to the gray dwarf, stretching out his delicate palm to wipe the sweat from his forehead. "Although Mithril is precious, the majesty of Duke Kirov is not to be offended, and no one dares to rob anything in Frostless City. No one can take your slave girl if you don't want to. ”

Morwritte was slightly distracted, but not because of the lord's words, but because of the enchanting scenery under the blanket that was open because of the raised hand.

"Morgritte, you know what?" the lord leaned in a little more before playing.

"Hmm......" the gray dwarf replied absentmindedly.

"There's a journal of a mage in the wilderness outside of White Rock, have you heard of the remains of a mage who has been discovered?" Blaney asked.

"No ......," the gray dwarf didn't seem to hear.

"The price of magic crystals on the black market has been ridiculously high lately, do you think we should sell all the magic crystals we have?" Blaney said.

"Okay, let's sell it. "The gray dwarf said as if it hadn't passed through his brain.

"Sometimes you have to seize the opportunity when it comes up, otherwise you will regret it if you miss it. "The two of them were talking about the sale of magic crystals, but they were actually thinking about other things.

Morwritte naturally took this as an encouragement, in fact, after the first intimate contact between the two people, the gray dwarf had been suppressing such a thought. Salit Larsson's appearance does not quite fit the aesthetic view of the Western Ghats. First of all, she was too tall for Mowglitte to reach her chest, but the gray dwarves thought it was just right, and secondly, the lord's waist was too slender, and the gray dwarves liked strong waists. Especially from the perspective of human aesthetics, the lord's waist is too slim, not at all like the mother of an eight-year-old child. The rest of the hair is not vigorous enough, these are all trivial thoughts.

In Mowglitte's heart, the desire for intimacy again is like a buried oak seed that grows quietly and wildly, and before you know it, it is already leafy.

The ambiguous atmosphere was quietly brewing, and Blaney unconsciously stretched his crossed legs. Frost-Free City was a familiar place for her, having spent many years at Wesleyan Women's College. It was also the place where she was sad. She would rather go to the remote town of White Rock than stay here, she just didn't want to face this sad place.

Neither man spoke, but the silence didn't make the atmosphere feel dull.

"Morgridt?" the lord's tone was a little low.

"Huh?"

"Angela is beautiful, isn't she?"

"Hmm. ”

The blanket wrapped around the lord was open, and she reached out and pulled back the long strand of blonde hair that hung down from her shoulder.

With a grunt, Morwriet couldn't help but swallow a large ball of saliva. At this time, if he still doesn't move, he really missed the opportunity.

The fair-skinned and slender calves do not have a trace of fat, and they are as crystal as a piece of jade. Holding it in his hand, the warm and elastic hope drove the two young people together, and the small space was filled with the fragrance of the two people's breath.

Morwritte was not a puritan in the first place, he had never wanted to suppress his inner desires, and the invitation of the lord had always made him think that it might be a trap, but now the fresh life in his hands had dispelled all his doubts. Salit Larsson doesn't need to use himself as a bargaining chip.

Morwriet suddenly remembered what Elena had said, "You have to stay away from that woman, whose real name is Salit Cambridge." "Kangqiaona is a famous surname in the middle of the empire.

Tuk tuk, suddenly there was a sharp knock outside the door, "Mowglitte, are you inside?" Goblin Miki's shrill voice sounded outside the door.

As if a cold wind had suddenly descended, the lord straightened up, wrapped the scattered blanket tightly around his delicate body, and retracted his legs under the blanket.

"What's the matter?" Morgritte's tone was full of resentment, and any man would be furious when he encountered something like this.

"Miss Elena is waiting for you in your room. Miki said.

"Let her wait, I don't have time right now. Morgaret suddenly said loudly.

"You'd better take a look, she's not the same now, maybe she has news of a pass?" said Blaney carefully, a gentle look on her crimson face.

Morwritte muttered and draped the blanket over her body and went out dissatisfied. Leave the lord who chuckles to hide his stuttering. The moment the door closed, a sigh came from inside the room.

Morkriet was thinking of a powder keg that was about to explode, and he wanted to tear the goblin in front of him to shreds.