The Marquis of Sauron skillfully and elegantly cut off a piece of black pepper steak and stuffed it into his mouth to chew it carefully, and then waited for the maid to pour half a glass of crimson wine, and he drank it down. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There's no reason not to be happy, when he first took over the banner of Sauron from his father, Marquis Sauron must have a big but not distant ambition, he was no longer satisfied with Sauron's position as the number one giant in the wasteland, he wanted to become the absolute king of the forsaken wasteland, and he was quite willing to do his best to do so. However, he met the contemporaneous Alfred helmsman who always smiled and seemed to be very talkative, it was the hateful man who firmly controlled Christopher's friendship on the one hand, and on the other hand, he constantly incited Donald to detach himself from the wasteland and play the role of the arbiter of the wasteland, which not only made Sauron unable to lead his family to the peak of glory for almost half of his life, but also made him tired of dealing with Alfred's various troublesome small intrigues and big methods, which really made Sauron hateful and helpless.

But now, the hateful Count Alfred is finally dead, and his Alfred is about to be finished, even if his limited life is no longer enough for the Sauron family to become the king of the wasteland, but he has finally paved the way for his heir to reach the throne, with the talent of Arthras, Sauron becoming the king of the wasteland is almost an immutable fact, how can the Marquis of Sauron not be happy?

He drank another glass of bright red crimson wine, and thought deeply of the words his father had left him before he died.

"In bed, a man lasts longer to keep a woman faithful, and for a politician, the longer he lives, the more he has the last laugh. ”

A private dinner ended soon in Sauron's good mood.

He ripped off the napkin on his chest, wiped the corners of his mouth and put it on the tray of the maid next to him, and looked at Francis and Stuart sitting on either side of the table with a smile, and then noticed that Francis's narrow eyes seemed to stay on the big-ass maid next to him for too long, Sauron did a good job of transforming the disdain in his heart into a kind tone that all men in his mouth understand, and smiled: "Francis, do you have any other opinions on the look of the maid costume in my mansion?"

"Yes, even though it's a cold winter, too thick clothes will always make people feel uncomfortable. ”

When Francis finished speaking, he laughed at the same time as Sauron.

The Earl of Stuart on the opposite side frowned slightly, and when the maid finished cleaning up the food scraps in front of him, he said: " I think we should pay more attention to Alfred's movements than this pointless topic, the more we can't relax at the last moment, I heard that Augustus summoned all the servants of his territory to a meeting at Alfred's castle, we don't know what he will do at the moment, but considering that we have learned that he has met privately with Bishop Mass in the Empire, and considering his attitude at the meeting, it is hard for me to believe that Augustus was just a trick, or a madness before his demise. ”

Sauron retracted his smile.

He did appreciate Stuart's rigid stubbornness and conscientious and cautious style, but such a character itself meant that Stuart must have his own principles, and he could not be as absolutely obedient to him as Francis was, so many times Sauron couldn't help but wonder how nice it would be if Stuart could be like Francis, albeit just thinking about it.

He looked at Stuart and smiled: "Don't worry too much, even if Augustus's funny little guy was lucky enough to meet with Bishop Mass in private, we all know very well that he can't get any help from the Holy See, from Bishop Mass, you know, what he is trying to do is that we, the sinners of the wasteland, have worked hard for hundreds of years, and have not received any mercy from the Empire and the Holy See." Besides, I don't think Augustus had anything to impress the dazzling young sun of the Holy See. As for the Alfred Council that he convened at this time...... I think that the nobles of Alfred will make him uneasy even before he perishes. ”

"Yes, and as much as I regret that Augustus can only reap the harvest of despair, I must admit that if Augustus were really able to get the Governor of the Mass, or the Holy See, to lend a helping hand to the wasteland, I would certainly pay him my highest respect. Francis shrugged his shoulders and continued, "After all, this is the greatest wish that the entire wasteland has watched over for hundreds of years. ”

Earl Stuart's brow furrowed even deeper.

He looked at Francis and Sauron's ease and indifference, and said in a deep voice, "The conceit is a bottomless tomb, it is enough to bury any great man and a wise man. ”

Sauron waved his hand and smiled, and was just about to speak, when the butler of the Marquis's Mansion suddenly arrived.

The butler whom Sauron had always trusted, unusually ignored the etiquette that he should not ignore, and he actually ignored Stuart and Count Francis, who were sitting next to the Marquis of Sauron, and walked to Sauron's side in a hurry, he ignored Sauron's displeasure, and whispered a few words in Sauron's ear.

Marquis Sauron stood up suddenly, and even the table in front of him shook by his movements.

Francis was stunned and confused, while Stuart was solemn in his usual seriousness.

Marquis Sauron looked extremely exciting, and he was stunned for a long time before he said gloomily: "Alfred Castle has suddenly stationed a regular Guardian Knights, with a size of at least 500 people. ”

"How is it possible? 500 people, how can you not know that the Knights Cathar must pass through the Alpine Gorge to enter the wasteland?"

Francis's voice was so sharp that he forgot that the object of his questioning was the Marquis of Sauron, whom he had always feared and obeyed.

......

The night was dark.

In the northwest corner of the city of Sauron, about half an hour's carriage ride from the Marquis of Sauron's mansion, a small manor house welcomed an uninvited guest late at night, and the servants of the manor were obviously unfamiliar with this sudden visitor, although they could see that this thin guest must be a noble person, they still took the shamrock pattern handed by the guest back to ask the master, and then let the guest enter the manor.

The manor is the manor of Sonon's servant, Viscount Cromwell, but since the death of Viscount Cromwell, the actual owner of the manor is Viscount Cromwell's wife, Lady Mary.

Of course, in addition to the title of Viscountess Cromwell, in fact, Mary is also the private lover of the Marquis of Sauron, which is also an open secret in the aristocratic circles of the wasteland, and even when the Viscount Cromwell, who obviously died of murder, has just died, many people think that the Marquis of Sauron is secretly masterminding everything, but it is not surprising that no one has any evidence, and no one dares to say this speculation that is infinitely close to the truth.

Lady Mary seemed to be resting, and she received uninvited guests in her bedroom in a loose lady's robe.

I have to say that although Lady Mary, who is nearly 40 years old, does not have a crazy face, and there are slight freckles on the sides of her cheeks, she is indeed very amorous with a proud figure, especially her trembling breasts when she walks, which really makes people worry about whether her petite waist can support the weight of her pair of large meat balls.

She smiled at the guest, the charm of a mature woman was natural, and then she walked over to the guest who was sitting on the huge red sofa in her bedroom, and when the big plump ass pressed against the man's lap, she also smiled: "Francis, how long has it been since you have been to my manor, don't you try to avoid direct contact with me?"

The slender guest was Lord Francis, who had just finished a dinner at the Marquis of Sauron's mansion.

Francis smiled, his narrow eyes glowed strangely, he reached directly between Mary's legs, then pulled it out and put it in front of his nose, sniffed the taste on his fingers vigorously, his pointed and thin face flushed with an almost orgasmic flush: "It's really a charming taste, if you guess correctly, this smell should belong to you and Master Louis, right?"

Young Master Louis, Louis-Solon, second in line to the throne of the Marquis of Solon.

Mary pretended to be shy, a woman in her nearly 40s pretended to be shy, she looked up, and before she could speak, she suddenly found that Francis's face was completely cold.

She was stunned and didn't speak.

Francis said abruptly and indifferently: "There is a question I need you to answer, Alfred's Augustus was attacked in Ferry City, that small matter should have been arranged by you, right? I wonder why you did that, Sauron arranged it?"

"You can get me wrong, that really has nothing to do with me. Mary, who quickly regained her expression, chuckled, and the murderous weapon on her chest inevitably trembled, rubbing Francis's face.

However, Francis just looked at her with a cold gaze, and it was clear that he didn't believe it.

The smile on Mary's face gradually retracted, and she seemed to lose her temper, and said: "Don't believe me? Seven years ago, in order to let me seduce Sauron's second heir, you asked me to instigate Cromwell to move the manor to Sauron City, why did you believe me? Later, Sauron also wanted to climb into my big bed, why did you believe me when you did not hesitate to kill your best friend Cromwell in order to make me move more freely between Sauron and his son? By now, do you think I'm getting old and less useful, so you're starting to doubt me?"

Perhaps it was Lady Mary's words that brought back many memories of Francis, and the corners of his lips twitched.

Then he finally smiled hard, reached out to hold Mary on his lap, he put his mouth to Mary's earlobe, and whispered: "Forgive me Mary, it is I who should not doubt you, but you don't know, something is likely to happen to the wasteland, and it is difficult for me to remain calm anymore." ”

"I've always wondered why Sauron's best heir is on Alfred's side, at first I thought it was just the stupid love of a young man, but now I understand...... As soon as Arthras appeared at Alfred Castle with Sauron's knights, the Knights of the Cathar of the Holy See suddenly appeared, which makes it hard to believe that there is no connection, especially since the Knights Cathar are passing through the Grand Canyon of the Alps, how can Sauron not be aware of it? No matter how powerful the Holy See is, it seems that their hands can't reach the abandoned wasteland, right?"

"All of this has nothing to do with Sauron, Mary, are you aware of anything on Sauron's side?"

Madame Mary seemed to be moved by Francis's true feelings, her expression softened slightly, and she sat on Francis's lap, she thought for a moment, shook her head, and said, "Never." ”

Francis groaned and didn't speak again, and his hands had climbed to the top at some point, rubbing them gently.

Madame Mary closed her eyes slightly, and a series of low, seductive voices slipped out of her nose.

"Sauron didn't let me know anything about this kind of thing, and it seems that he has become suspicious of me - we must advance our plans, and in this time, you must make Louis fully prepared. ”

Madame Mary nodded, did not open her eyes, and suddenly asked, "By the way, Francis, I have always been curious, since you have had a good personal relationship with the Marquis of Sauron a long time ago, why did you ......?"

"Didn't I say these things, shouldn't you ask?"

The movement of his hands suddenly stopped, and Francis looked ugly again, and he even asked Madame Mary to leave him, and then stood up on his own.

Madame Mary was stunned for a moment, then smiled and put it back on Francis's body.

However, Francis seemed to be completely cold, and he said indifferently: "Okay, I'm just here to ask about the matter between the Knights of the Cathar and Sauron, since you don't know, then I should also go back, remember, until our plan is successful, we still have to try to avoid direct contact." ”

With that, he paid no further attention to Lady Mary, turned and left the room.

Outside, the cold night sky is bright and starry.

Francis, who was standing in the corridor of Mary's Manor, did not leave immediately, and he was no longer the slightest bit cautious in front of the Marquis of Sauron.

He squinted at the starry sky, and his expression was extraordinarily determined.

"It's been too long to be a dog, and I want to try what it's like to be human. ”

......

In the wasteland, no one lives more easily than anyone else.