Dawn shines through the window at the top of the Sword Tower in the Castle of Radiance, and through the gap in the undrawn black curtain on the window, it casts a shadow on the face of Luna, who is sleeping soundly on the bed in the room. Luna was lying on her side www.biquge.info her side with the scary scar on the right side of her face, so she looked so sweet and lovely when the sun shone on the other half of her face. Coupled with the fact that she was not clothed at the moment, only a thin quilt covering part of her body, which made her even more tempting, the woman who slept next to her at the moment and was holding her from behind with her hands must have thought the same.

The faint but warm sunlight shines on Luna's eyes, causing her to slowly wake up from her sleep. She turned her head to look behind her at Vorrell, who was still asleep. She couldn't bear to bother, so she carefully removed Vorrell's hand around her, and slowly sat up, the quilt slipping off her body. She pulled her foot out of the quilt and stepped on the ground softly, but the brick-paved floor wouldn't have the same creaking sound as the wooden floor of the Pearl Courtyard, and she wouldn't have to worry about waking Vorrell up. She got out of bed and turned to pull the quilt up, and then looked at the sleeping Vorell's face, quiet with a smile, she felt that this person was completely different from the image of courage and fearlessness in battle, and she also had the gentle and elegant nature of a woman.

It's been half a month since he was kidnapped by Vorrell in the hotel. Luna now finds that half a month is enough for her to discover the good in someone she already hates. After spending more than half a month with Regulus, she discovered that Regulus was different from those other men, and found that he was sincere to herself. And now after getting along with Vorrell for half a month, she also sees that Vorrell is not as strong, indifferent, and invincible as she shows in front of the world, and she also has her loneliness, maybe she is too strong to find an opponent, which will make her become self and lonely.

Luna picked up the black tights that Vorrell had taken out to buy three days earlier next to the bed, feeling that she was still a little tired, as she had been having fun with Vorrell for too long yesterday. She lost count of the number of times she had done it with Vorrell in the past few days, and with the hands and mouth she had cultivated in the Pearl Courtyard over the years, for the first time, she had brought the leaders of the four warriors of St. Lucas, who were invincible on the battlefield, at her feet. Luna felt good about her several experiences with Vorrell, because she didn't have the same disgust as she did with her mates, and she didn't have to hide her disgust, which made her play even better. After a few rains, Vorrell becomes obedient to her on other matters, and she takes her out with her when she was supposed to put her under house arrest until the end of the war. Luna fears that she will run into the guards she saw when she entered the city, but Vorrell says not to worry, and Luna later learns that all the guards who had seen her and knew her identity had been assassinated, although the official theory was that the two knights who had infiltrated earlier had done it, but Luna guessed that it must have been Vorrell's doing. When Vorrell takes Luna out, he advertises to the others that Luna is her handmaiden and will not let Luna leave her side for half a step. Luna had tried to take advantage of the rare opportunity to inquire about Regulus and them, but Vorrell had no time to wait for her.

Luna got dressed and looked at the bracelet that Regulus had given her on her right wrist, it was obviously made of weed, but it hadn't dried up or damaged for so long, as if the broken grass was still alive. Every time she touches this bracelet, she often feels a chill flowing through her body, which somehow makes her feel very comfortable.

Next door to the bedroom is Vorrell's reference room. Luna stumbled into it and found a lot of literature about the elves, the lore and history of the elves, and a lot of Randolph Serim's archives that Warrell had investigated. Luna was discovered by Warrell before she could see what was in the file, and although she was now obedient to Luna's life, she was cautious when it came to national security and secret programs. She called Luna out and hoped she wouldn't enter the room again.

Luna has noticed that Vorrell has a deep prejudice against the elf named Randolph, who has a high reputation among the people, and Vorrell is not favored by the people, which also makes every suspicion and investigation of Randolph stand on the opposite side of the people, and never find out any results, nor have any evidence that can drag Randolph off the altar. Warrell had told Luna that she had an informant lurking on Randolph's side, and that she believed that she would one day catch Randolph. To Luna's surprise, she hadn't seen the informant Vorrell herself, let alone known who he was, but she hadn't thought about it that much, believing that anyone who, like her, wanted to overthrow Randolph would be an ally.

"Luna, why did you get up so early today?" Luna looked back and saw that Vorrell had gotten out of bed, undressed, with slender limbs but perfectly defined muscles, and Luna knew that her arms could instantly become three or four times thicker than they were now. Vorell's lower abdomen and waistcoat are clear, and her breasts are much larger than Luna's, and her skin is smooth without the slightest blemish, which makes Luna feel envious and even a little jealous. Compared to her, she is completely like a weak and incompetent little girl.

Vorrell walked barefoot and walked up to Luna, who looked much better in her tights than she had been in her shabby dress, and Luna was only up to her chest in front of her. Vorrell put one hand on Luna's shoulder and lowered her head, her short black hair pulled to one side, looking into Luna's eyes with a tenderness that the world had never seen before. Luna knew what she meant, stood on tiptoe and kissed her lips, then closed her eyes. Luna felt her lips moisten and a scent of the forest, with a natural scent. She slowly opens her eyes, only to find that Vorrell has closed her eyes as well, and looking at her innocence, Luna's mind is reminded of another person, the man who saved her from hell and risked his life to send her back to her homeland. Before she met Regulus, she hated all men equally, and she thought that if one day she had to find a partner with whom she could stay with her for the rest of her life, she would only choose women, and now that such a woman was in front of her, she thought of other men. There was guilt in her eyes, but fortunately, Vorrell closed her eyes at this time, and she didn't see the change in her eyes.

Apparently two completely different people, Luna felt that Vorrell and Regulus were very similar, and she couldn't tell how they looked, but she always felt that there was some connection between the two of them. Perhaps sensing Luna's mood change, Vorell let go of his mouth and opened his eyes, asking softly, "What's wrong, Luna?

Luna hurriedly concealed the guilt in her eyes, and casually made up a more credible reason: "It's nothing, it's just that I haven't been home for more than ten years, and this time I've been back for half a month but I haven't been able to go to the house to see, is the Muen family's house still there?"

"The house is there, but it's been locked down for years and no one has been there. ”

"Can you take me to see it?" Luna asked, wondering if it was possible to meet Regulus, who she believed would not give up.

"Another day, the informant lurking on Randolph's side today may have contact. Well. Vorrell began to dress as she spoke, first putting on a bodysuit similar to Luna's, and then putting on her blue and white armor. She had a fully wrapped helmet with wings, but she almost never wore it, and if she had worn a helmet normally, she wouldn't have hurt her face two years ago. Maybe she's too confident, or maybe she wants the world to see that she's strong and she's a woman.

"Can that informant really be trusted? You don't even know who he is. ”

"His reluctance to reveal his identity should also be for his own safety, as long as he can grasp Randolph's handle, he can be trusted!hmm!" Warrell walked over to the weapon rack and drew his two black swords, "Let's go down, maybe the information has arrived!"

Luna follows Vorrell down the steps of the Sword Tower. In the tower of the sword, there is a coordinate made of magic, and the corresponding location with coordinates can be reached in an instant by using a teleportation spell anywhere in the territory of San Lucas. The last time Vorrell took Luna away, he used this spell to return to the coordinates at the top of the tower, but getting out of the tower was much more troublesome, and without the coordinates he had to rely on his feet. The creation of such magical coordinates is very cumbersome and expensive, and there are only a dozen places in the whole of St. Lucas that have this privilege. The maintenance of coordinates consumes a large number of high-grade soul stones every day, and high-grade soul stones full of souls are also extremely expensive, so the cost of just raising them is not small.

Luna also shows a keen interest in soul stones. She remembered that she had seen a lot of them when she was a child, when she peeked at her father's research on spells, but she had not been able to experience them herself, and at that time soul stones were not as common as they are now, after all, only a small percentage of people knew how to capture souls. Returning this time, Luna sees a lot of new types of soul stones, and more and more people use soul stones, which she hears are all due to that Randolph. Luna once asked Vorrell to buy a few soul stones and runes to experience what it was like to be enchanted, but Vorrell refused. Vorrell felt that that kind of thing was used by the weak to hide their weakness, and she did not have a good impression of the new soul stone developed by Randolph, she usually rarely even used spells, believing that absolute strength and the collision of swords were the true meaning of battle.