"Hey, what are you doing here? The coffee seems to have cooled. Jacques stood in the doorway of the kitchen, and asked when he saw Lucia leaning sideways with his head slightly bowed and a worried look.

"Oh, shit!" Lucia said, "You're here?" She seemed to be gone. ”

"Yes, I seem to feel her leaving, too." Jacques walked into the kitchen and said, "Her voice is almost gone. ”

"Didn't she get into contact with the priest?" Jacques asked Lucia, as the location of the kitchen would be clearer.

Lucia shook her head slowly: "No, I heard that she was a little hands-on, probably stopped by the priest, she wanted to do it to the priest's students, it should be because of something else." ”

"Lucia, you don't care about this for now, you have to think about how to solve the problem of cold coffee." Jacques' eyes glanced at the coffee.

"Jacques, it's okay, the coffee is already cold, it seems like my mood when I first saw her." Lucia prepares to pour the coffee away.

"Wait a minute, don't waste it, you can make two more glasses." Jacques pondered, "So, one for you, one for me, and we'll drink them all." ”

Lucia was a little timid, and then she was stunned for a moment: "What? This will be discovered, Jacques, my sheriff. ”

Jacques picked up the quilt and drank it all: "Very good, you can taste it, you will love the taste." ”

Jacques put down the glass and stared at Lucia's writhing appearance and asked, "What, do you want it to cool down completely?" ”

"No, no, no, Jacques, I've never drunk this thing, it's bitter." Lucia kind of rejects the taste of coffee.

Jacques didn't believe she hadn't tasted it secretly, and then Jacques looked into her eyes, which were surprisingly bright, and looked at her whole body again.

"Seriously, how did you grow this big?"

"Ah, I don't know." Lucia didn't understand what Jacques asked: "I was very young when I came here, and many beautiful things were touched a little by those nobles, and I didn't experience them personally. ”

Lucia felt Jacques' eyes staring at her for a moment, and she vaguely understood the meaning of that sentence.

"Jacques, I respect you because you are the sheriff of New Orleans, and I have seen you in the slave market, and this is what they told me, including your integrity, your kindness." Lucia deliberately dodged to the side.

Jacques subconsciously swallowed his saliva: "Thank you, you are beautiful, it is even more beautiful." ”

"Thank you for the compliment." Lucia bowed to Jacques, then deliberately avoided the gaze he was looking at himself.

"Jacques, I'm just a servant of the priest." Lucia reminded Jacques that he would know that if the priest found out about it, he would be kicked out.

"Lucia, this is normal, I think I am admiring your beauty." Jacques drained another cup of coffee and smacked his lips.