The pale lady's whisper rang out, and a blessing slowly came out of the shadows. The black rose bloomed quietly, and the calm mirror reflected her gaze. She smiled softly, and the gift had arrived. ”

—Prayer of the Black Rose Sacrifice

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Back at the manor, it was already evening.

Aslan had two roses in his hands, one ready to be given to Lestana, the one who loved him.

The other was given to Tonya/Lisandro, the one he loved.

As for the identity of the flower girl, Aslan had a rough guess in his heart, but there was not enough information to support it, if she was LeBlanc, or related to LeBlanc, he felt that this was at least a good start.

He took out 20,000 gold coins, but if he paid in installments, the two parties would have more opportunities to meet, and the other party did not refuse, and he also left his address for the flower seller before leaving.

The night was cold, and the manor of Du Quecao's family was very quiet, and Aslan quietly jumped over the railing into the courtyard, and not a single guard was alarmed.

But someone saw him.

The cold moonlight shone through the cracks in the oak canopy in the courtyard, and shone on the ground, and a young girl hung upside down from the branches, looking at him staggeringly.

Aslan looked up, meeting Katarina's gaze.

"Aslan, are you a cat? Or do we have no door in our house? ”

As she spoke, she flipped around in mid-air, reached out and sat upright with her hands grasping the calf-thick branch, her legs hanging in the air, the dagger dancing in her palm.

"Katarina?" Aslan stood under the tree, a little curious, "Why did you come back?" Ionia's mission over? ”

"Noxus' fleet is preparing to sail back, and it's really not interesting to stay with the general, so I'm back early." The dagger danced in her palm like a delicate maiden, and Caterina looked at Aslan, her gaze resting on his.

"Flowers?"

This discovery made her emotions soar, "Oh, Mr. Aslan, you have finally grown up and know that you have begun to please girls, did you know that I was going back, so you gave it to me?" ”

"Compared to that." Aslan put away the roses as Catalina looked expectantly, "My lovely Katarina, hanging like a monkey on a tree is not something a lady should do, maybe you should grow a little more, and then I may consider giving you a little flower." ”

"Who is rare?" Caterina glared at Aslan fiercely, but suddenly jumped from the tree to his side, "There's an extra woman in the manor, who is she?" ”

"What?" Aslan thought about it, Madame Soleana and Madame Lestana knew each other well, and the two corresponded frequently, so who Caterina asked already had the answer: "You mean Tonya, what's wrong?" ”

"Tonya?" Katerina looked at Aslan, "I don't like her very much..."

Her current demeanor looked like that of a cat guarding her food, her words were full of anger, and the dagger on her fingertips danced much faster.

"Since you were a child, you haven't liked many people except generals!" Aslan glanced at Katerina, her eyes slightly teasing, "Go to bed early, it's late, ladies often stay up late and get ugly." ”

"She's using my room." Caterina looked at Aslan, and the dagger in her hand stopped, "That woman, she's using my room. ”

She said it twice, her tone getting heavier and heavier each time, and reached out and grabbed Aslan's collar, waiting outside for so long, probably because she chose this moment.

"I know, so what's wrong?"

"I'm going to take a vacation these days, and if I don't have a room, I'm going to sleep in your room." Tugging at Aslan's collar, Caterina said suddenly.

After saying that, she didn't give Aslan the slightest chance to refuse, jumped up and jumped on the branch lightly, and jumped lightly to the window on the second floor through the branch, and her red hair shone brightly in the moonlight, like a bird.

Her skills were so agile that they were beyond Aslan's expectations, so much so that he didn't react for a while, and his movements froze when he raised his hand.

？？？

Waiting in the tree just to say this?

The picture of the poor dagger belongs to is...

Aslan shook his head, and at the same time jumped up to the second floor along the guardrail at the windowsill in the same way as Katarina, and he found that the light in the room where Le Stara was was still on, and after thinking about it, he bent his waist and touched it along the eaves of the corridor.

The night breeze stirred the curtains, and the elegant lady was sitting by the window with her head bowed and seriously turning the pages of the book in her hand, her white fingers from time to time flicking her hair slightly stirred by the wind, and she sat there quietly, as if waiting for someone.

The tip of the nose and the warm lips moistened a soft halo in the light, and the delicate neck that the long skirt could not cover and the crisp breasts that were erected under the neck exuded a charming seduction after bathing.

Aslan crept into the room, standing six feet behind Madame Lestana, a distance that would not seem abrupt or unsettling, and quietly admired the back of the bloody baroness of the Empire.

She didn't seem to notice Aslan's arrival, and she probably knew it in her heart but still pretended to be unaware.

Mature women know how to create a little opportunity for their beloved.

This is more of a kind of fun, and this interaction between men and women is enough to add some more wonderful surprises and exciting experiences.

The beautiful lady, unaware of his approach, went over and took hold of the petite waist of the "Madame Lestana" from behind, and embraced her in a somewhat feeble push and pull.

"Oh, Aslan, you're back~~"

LeBlanc's heart pounded, she felt a cheerful mood that was in a good mood, and pretended to be surprised: "Why have you been going for so long?" ”

"I went to find a gift for you." Aslan handed the rose out of his hand, and at the same time hugged the noble lady in his arms, who had subconsciously closed her eyes tightly and was soft all over her body, into her arms for a moment.

Compared to Lestana, Aslan was almost two heads above her, and even if she was holding it, it made her look like she was snuggling.

Thanks to the proper training since childhood, Aslan's figure is tall and straight, and his temperament is excellent, and he put his right hand on Lestana's waist and hugged her tightly, while lowering his head slightly, revealing a standard smile.

LeBlanc looked up at Aslan with joy in his eyes, but also some other inexplicable emotions.

She was delighted with Aslan's choice.

"Roses?" LeBlanc opened her eyes, and when she saw the black roses, she restrained her shyness and deliberately asked, "Where did this flower come from?" ”

"I bought it, it cost me 20,000 gold coins." Aslan put her down and turned to close the window, "Although it's an installment, do you like it?" ”

"I love it." Although she knew the origin of Aslan's flower, LeBlanc stood on tiptoe and wrapped her arms around his neck, a blush on her face disappeared, and her heart beat faster because of her bold movements, she covered the room with a spell as she spoke, and quickly kissed Aslan on the cheek.

After doing this, she immediately turned around and walked quickly to the table, but her heart was pounding, she picked up the lid on the soup can on the table, her hands trembled a little, and she found herself less and less resistant in the face of Aslan.

"What is this?" Aslan walked over and caught a glimpse of the lady's writhing hips and the delicate shyness of the lady as she ran with her skirt, and focused her attention on the soup.

"The soup I prepared for you, Tonya also made a little suggestion, your body is too bad, you need to make up for it."

Aslan: "..."

LeBlanc picked up the bowl and handed it to him, stirring it in the milky white bowl with a celadon spoon from Ionia in her bare hands, her face not only with shame, but also with a hint of unclear anticipation.

Aslan didn't doubt him, took it up and drank a big bowl, and after drinking, he licked the corners of his mouth, the milky white soup had flower petals, and dried fruit grains, slightly milky, exuding sweetness.

A warm sip of soup not only dispelled the chill, but also seemed to make his breath hot, and it seemed to add some not-so-good ingredients to it.

"Aslan, how are you feeling?" Standing beside Aslan, LeBlanc asked cautiously looking at Aslan's face.

"Except for a little fishy, but the overall feeling is good." Aslan put down the bowl and smiled slightly, after finishing speaking, he felt that the "Madame Lestana" in front of him looked strange and looked very strange.

"Do you feel anything bad?"

The dignified and elegant lady asked with a touch of shyness and hope at the moment.

It seems that Aslan is a little dissatisfied, and she will cry out sadly because of it.

There is no majesty, and the style is intoxicating.

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The epidemic is coming again, and I was recruited as a volunteer, and the three-three system is what I should do, to contribute to the community.

So the update is a bit late.

Keep reading and turn on the update reminder.