Odin stayed in the guest rooms of the lord's mansion, his residence was next to a gilded spiral staircase, the windows faced the garden of the mansion, and the view was wide, and he could see the cypress trees that were as neat as the soldiers standing, and the large flowers on both sides of the road, the camellia, the six outs, and the stone gentian...... Brightly coloured flowers sway in the wind, and clear fountains pour into the blue sky. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The women frolicked among the flowers, and the spring water drenched their bodies, and their sturdy and beautiful bodies were visible at a glance.

Among the slightly darker-skinned, almost naked barbarian women, there was a young woman dressed in brocade who stood out.

She had snow-white and delicate skin, her hair was carefully groomed, like golden waves, hanging down to her waist, her lips were as red as cherries, and her eyes were as blue as the sea.

She leaned among the trees, absentmindedly raising her feather fan above her head to block out the bright sun of the middle of the empire. Her waist was extremely slender, and under her neck, there was a large snow-white curve like cashmere, and the light and shadow lingered on this pure white.

The costumes of the northern part of the empire were heavy in the summer, with embroidered gold thread, champagne pink brocade, and intricate lace embroidered cuffs and collars that made the woman look like a porcelain doll.

She looked at the feather fan absentmindedly, but out of the corner of her eye, she lingered on the world beyond the fan—the girls of the north had never seen such a bright and rich color, they lived in a world of withered yellow and snow-white.

Then she spotted the young man in white robe standing by the lattice, with satin black hair and obsidian eyes, smiling at her. The woman pretended not to care, bowed her head, and slowly fell to the shade side, revealing her snow-white arms, beautiful side face, and rounded chest.

Having spent the afternoon in his spare time, Odin did not go out, but had dinner in his room—in fact, the two adults did not want to see him, and the young man in the white robe came across as too sharp, clever, and dangerous. Until the situation becomes clear, neither side is willing to be tied to him in a boat.

It wasn't until the moon rose that Odin heard the cheerful laughter of men and women coming from the gatehouse next door.

Immediately afterward, there was a flurry, heart-wrenching chant - like the sound of a ram fighting and a ewe giving birth.

Through the crack in the door, Odin saw a man of medium stature, clad in tulle—it was Evan Hall, the bastard son of the Lord of the Deep Valley, who walked as if he were drunk, walking staggeringly with an obsessive smile on his face.

Waiting for the man to ascend the spiral staircase and disappear into the corridor, Odin Diggs straightened his white robe and knocked on the wooden door next to it.

The woman of the day opened the door, she re-tied her breasts, her collar was not yet arranged, from her neck, to her shoulders, to her chest, it was all snow-white, and the two full balls were half exposed, as if they were about to melt in the candlelight.

Odin entered, but the woman deliberately moved away from the chair, and the white ball of mutton fat between the bent over was only a finger's distance from him.

The white-robed sorcerer stepped over to his chair and sat down—the furniture of white oak and velvet was so soft that it was as elastic as a girl's skin. He rested his chin on his chin and observed the charming woman.

The woman leans on the bed, one foot hanging down the edge of the bed, revealing her pearly toes, and the side is full of spring.

"Don't you introduce yourself, strange gentleman. The woman's voice was as soft as a cloud.

"Odin Diggs, dark sorcerer. Odin looked at her with obsidian eyes, as if immersed in her beauty.

"Ah," the woman covered her mouth slightly, feigning surprise, "I've never seen a dark sorcerer, I've only heard it in folk songs...... Are you going to do any tricks, not like the dull ...... of ordinary monks and mages."

"I can see your heart. Odin looked at her and said enthusiastically.

"Every gentleman says so...... Tell me, then, what am I thinking?" the woman approached the white-robed warlock, strands of golden hair caressing his face.

"You want to spend the night with me. Odin said bluntly, this sentence made him seem a little wooden.

The woman laughed, and she picked up the feather fan to cover her face, but in doing so, the snow-white on her chest became even more dazzling.

"No, fool - I was thinking, I had a dream this afternoon...... "The sun made me drowsy, and then I was so hot that I seemed to burn—"

Odin smiled, and what a woman thinks in her heart is always different from what she says.

"I dreamed that I had ridden a big red beast with long hair, and ran through the scarlet sea of fire, and I shouted and screamed, and then I saw a man, with black eyes and black hair, and now it seemed to be Mr. Diggs. ”

As she spoke, the woman stepped out of the bed and walked towards the white-robed warlock. However, the soft velvet carpet made the soles of her feet slippery - and she gently leaned towards the young man in front of her.

Odin lifted her up, but the soft mutton fat sank into his arms, and the woman's arms rested on his shoulders, her lips blowing softly on his neckline.

She chuckled and took a few steps back, but accidentally landed the strap on Odin—so that the taut ribbon loosened.

Smooth satin slid down her chest, the champagne pink fabric unfurled like petals, and a small patch of honey pink was revealed on the ball of mutton fat.

"Remember my name - I'm Blanc East of Ice Soul City. The woman chuckled, her blue eyes looking directly at the white-robed monk, as if trying to find a flaw in his eyes.

"Miss Easter - it is no fun to seduce the poor. Odin said with a smile, staring intently at the woman's face, but without desire.

This made Bai Lan a little disappointed, but also a little excited—no man had ever turned her away.

"Ah, I mean it. ”

"If going to bed with a lame Rigoletto is a true thing - I guess I'm one of them. The white-robed warlock replied politely, without any anger, mockery, or jealousy, as if he were just talking about the weather.

The woman lay down on the bed again, the champagne pink satin had slid up to her waist, but it could not hide the brilliance of her delicate skin.

"Don't you always fantasize about having a love affair with a nobleman—a beautiful young man, I overheard your conversation with my father—and you're just an ordinary man anxious to jump into the maelstrom of power, and now you're talking about love with a young girl of status—isn't that exactly what you want?"

Odin straightened his collar, leaned over, covered the woman with a velvet blanket, and said, "Nothing satisfies your curiosity, dear young lady—you even like to put ticks under other girls' pillows." ”

"Because it's dirty—and besides, it's so cold in the north that even jumping lice are a rarity. Brandy broke free of the quilt and wrapped her hand around Odin's shoulder.

Odin smiled and blew in Blanc East's ear—the woman felt the currents, like flames, make her feel feverish.