Jeffrey was pleasantly surprised to take the key, this does not look like an ordinary thing, the quaint shape, the complex pattern, it looks a long time ago. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info But now he cares about the remaining debts, and there are a lot of other materials stored in the storage ring, which add up to almost 20,000 gold coins!

He boldly suggested, "Those guys are also accomplices in the gold-encrusted roses, and if it weren't for their cooperation, the goods wouldn't be so easily lost......," and his voice grew quieter as Clifford glared at him with cannibalistic eyes.

Jeffrey was already crushed by the huge debt, and Clifford looked at the old subordinate who had fallen into the money eye, trying to calm himself down.

"What did the gilded roses do? are they merchants, and they handed over what you fancy to you, and then took the payment, is it wrong?" Clifford saw that Geoffrey looked like he was about to defend himself, and stopped him very unceremoniously: "I know what you have to say, you think they are suspected of complicity, which is understandable, but it is useless!"

"I remind you once again, the laws of the four countries are worthless here, those merchants took your money, but also gave you goods, and other things have nothing to do with them!"

"But......" Jeffrey struggled to make ends meet, trying to renew his massive debts, but Clifford once again ruthlessly shattered his illusions.

"Have you ever heard of the legend of the rose?" Clifford interrupted him and asked a strange topic, "It is said that there is only one rose on this continent. ”

"Yes, I've heard that there is a powerful organization that uses roses as its symbol. Jeffrey replied listlessly, "They don't allow others to use the name and emblem of roses, just as the nobility doesn't allow others to use the same family crest." ”

"It's good if you can understand," Clifford was very pleased that Geoffrey understood what he meant, and sure enough, talking to a literate person was labor-saving: "But have you thought about it, gold-encrusted roses, why not call them orchids, not plum blossoms, not other names, but roses, have you thought about this problem?"

"Isn't that a legend?" Jeffrey looked a little puzzled, he asked disapprovingly: "It's not that there is no organization with a rose as its name, isn't that famous level 9 mercenary group called 'Frozen Rose'?

Geoffrey said with emotion that the greatness of the legend was not much different from the gods in the eyes of these junior professionals. If you have to imagine, there is probably a difference between blowing a breath and destroying a city with all your might. What's more, Frozen Rose has three legendary classes, such a powerful power, is there any organization that is qualified to negotiate with them for the right to use a name?

Clifford stared into his eyes for a long time, and his heart was furious: "It's not a legend. In the end, Clifford said seriously: "It's true." Frozen roses and gold-encrusted roses are both on the periphery of that rose, so you don't even think about asking for trouble, understand?"

Geoffrey had a big mouth, he never thought that those philistine merchants would have such an amazing background. The mercenary hiding in the shadows also seemed shocked by the news, and he twisted his body slightly uneasily, muttering something that seemed to be an expletive.

Geoffrey has always felt very strange, it seems that no matter where it is, as long as there is a slight scale, there is a thief guild, and many things that are not easy to hear in the mercenary guild can always get the answers you want when you go to the thieves' guild.

However, after the Rose Incident, he decided to abandon his curiosity, and he wanted to live a few more days, especially with a huge debt. In the unfortunate event that something happens, there really is only one way to make this large sum of money, which is to package and sell body and soul to creatures like lich or devil, and in any case cannot be handed over to Dolores to carry the burden.

After paying a hundred gold coins, Geoffrey got what he wanted. In fact, for the thieves' union, the news is not difficult, not difficult at all, no matter where they are, beautiful women always attract the attention of others, and Cecil happens to be such a beautiful girl.

Although Cecil and Tang Mo live in the manor outside the city all the year round, there are occasional times when they enter the city, and ordinary people may not have the opportunity to get to know each other, but inquiring about intelligence is an important source of income for the thieves' union, and such a beautiful girl naturally can't escape their gaze.

Tang Mo was enjoying the attentive service of this beautiful girl at this time, and he was used to pouring a large basin of hot water and soaking his feet comfortably before meditating every night. A variety of herbs are placed in the large pot, which can more effectively relieve fatigue, and of course, the more effective antidote to fatigue is Cecil itself.

The sixteen-year-old girl is no longer the little Lori who was not sexually interesting three years ago, with smooth and straight hair, a smiling face like a flower, a tall and straight figure, a convex and backward figure, a faint fragrance, and a soft-spoken tenderness, always reminding Tang Mo that as long as he wants, he can start enjoying this sweet candy at any time.

Cecil squatted at Tang Mo's feet, massaging his legs and feet, from his thighs and calves to the soles of his feet and toes, not missing a single place. Tang Mo squinted his eyes comfortably, stroking Cecil's silky long hair in his hand, although she had blonde hair, which made Tang Mo, who liked black and straight the most, a little regretful, but Cecil's long and straight hair was extremely comfortable both to look and touch.

Because it was so comfortable, Tang Mo often accidentally slid down these silks and slid onto Cecil's shoulder, pinching it very comfortably, and occasionally leaning closer to the front. Whenever this happens, Cecil will always let out a thin gasp from his nose, and the work in his hands will unconsciously slow down, and of course, he will inevitably receive additional "punishment" afterwards.

Tang Mo felt that he was too depraved now, not only did he have a tendency to move closer to the absurd life of the aristocracy in his behavior, but even in his thoughts, he unconsciously had the idea of being superior.

Not to mention the attitude towards the people around him, the way he treated Cecil alone made Tang Mo feel guilty from time to time. If it was Tang Mo in his previous life, in the face of a beautiful girl like Cecil, who was gentle and considerate, beautiful and generous, and most importantly, obedient, would he be willing to let her serve him before and after?

That's impossible, as long as you think about it, you can't forgive! Tang Mo, who claims to be a warm man, can't accept this setting at all. Especially like now, I help myself rub my shoulders and wash my feet every day, if it was that time, the situation would be completely reversed, and where would I enjoy her service with peace of mind like now.

In the same way, both Cecil and the people around him, whether they were ordinary commoners or nobles like him, turned a blind eye to this situation, and everyone felt that it was a matter of course.

On the contrary, as the only second son of the earl, the great nobles within a radius of hundreds of miles, I don't know how many beautiful girls, including the commoners outside and the other maids in the house, are extremely envious of Cecil. In their eyes, Tang Mo has a good family background, excellent bloodline, young and golden, and almost all the advantages are gathered, and what is even more rare is that he is not as lustful as his peers.

In fact, Tang Mo is average-looking, and he is not good at interpersonal communication, let alone sweet words. The flexibility of its tongue, if you compare it with Captain Clifford of Iris, the latter is a well-deserved rose, while Tang Mo is at most only the level of a dog's tail grass.

But it's a pity that beautiful girls generally don't like that kind of muscular iron bumps, and more importantly, Tang Mo has countless aura bonuses all over his body, such as aristocratic aura, multi-gold aura, and dedicated aura...... Now there is another mage aura, and the mysterious and noble mage has always been a symbol of wisdom, erudition, and superiority!

In fact, Tang Mo is not so dedicated, seeing the affectionate eyes and shy and seductive posture of other beauties, he always has a feeling that he has deviated from the evil camp, if Cecil appears by his side, this sense of guilt is even stronger, this is really a happy trouble.

However, Tang Mo was finally able to stay awake, he understood where all this came from, and the identity of a nobleman and a mage was the guarantee of all this. Comparatively speaking, the latter is more important, and the experience and insight of modern people have made him deeply understand that his own power is what really matters, because others cannot take it away.

Thinking of this, Tang Mo tried his best to wake up from the gentle township, and planned to ask Cecil to pinch his shoulder and back, and start meditating tonight. He opened his eyes, the long squatting posture obviously made the delicate maid feel a little tired, at this time she was maintaining a kneeling posture, Tang Mo looked at the beautiful girl who was serving wholeheartedly, and couldn't help but slide his hand down, and pinched it a little hard by the way.

The sudden attack caused the delicate maid to let out a hoarse exclamation from her throat, and she raised her head with a flushed face, her big eyes as if they could drip water. Cecil barely supported Tang Mo's body to stand up, she turned behind Tang Mo and rested on his back for a while before she came to her senses and started her next step.

There was a soft feeling from behind, which made Tang Mo almost can't help but do something to this little goblin, but he felt that the first time should not be so sloppy, and now was not the time to indulge, so he clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and concentrated, and the right was to sharpen himself.