Night.

The highest point of Silvermoon Castle, Mochizuki Garden.

The noise of the day has completely dissipated, and the clear light of the silver moon sprinkles on the garden, decorating the flowers like a dream.

In the midst of this dreamy garden, stands a beautiful marble castle.

In a bedroom high up in the castle, the owner of Silvermoon Castle was sitting upright in front of a dresser by the windowsill, allowing the maids behind him to remove the intricate hairpin rings on their heads, one by one.

Behind a multi-colored coral screen more than three meters high erected beside her, the internal affairs officer, Malkiri, was whispering to her about tomorrow's itinerary.

"At 9 a.m., we met with the emissaries of Winterfell to discuss the supply of combat supplies for next year. Baron Poli, the head of the emissary group, revealed that the Duke wanted Silvermoon Castle to increase the supply of supplies as much as possible. ”

"Greedy vampires!"

There was a low cursing sound from behind the screen, and the internal affairs officer, Marchi, did not change his color, and he did not hear it.

"At 11 o'clock in the afternoon, we will have lunch with the barons of the Highlands to discuss winter relief."

"Among them, the focus is on the treatment plan of the collapse accident of the phosphite mine in Yuehui Town, and the core criterion is to ensure that the ore output of the pyroxidant mine is not affected as much as possible."

A voice came from behind the screen: "How many people died in this accident?" ”

"Not many, more than 80, basically all of them are felons and slaves, and it didn't cause panic among the townspeople of Yuehui Town."

"That's not bad. You continue. ”

Malkiri coughed lightly and continued to report on tomorrow's schedule.

He read them one by one, and after about half an hour, he finally finished it.

"Madam, for the time being, these are the arrangements. In the event of an accident, the Ministry of Internal Affairs will give the most appropriate response plan at the first time. ”

"Got it, stand down."

"Good night, ma'am."

Marchiri saluted meticulously to the coral screen, and then slowly retreated until he reached the door of the room, and was about to turn to leave, when he suddenly stopped again.

"Madam, I'm very sorry, but I have a small matter that I would like to report to you."

There was no response from behind the screen, but Marchiri knew that Madame was waiting for the debriefing.

"Your nephew, the high-ranking Silvermoon Warrior Shabolai, has returned, and submitted a message three hours ago, hoping to be summoned by you."

As soon as the words fell, a slightly angry voice came from behind the screen: "He did such a bastard thing, and he still has the face to come back to see me?" ”

"Well~ The post said that he had been wandering for half a year, and he had deeply realized his mistakes and had made the most resolute corrections."

He also said that from now on, he would never make such a stupid mistake again!

"Hmph~ Dogs can't change eating, and rabbits can't forget to dig holes!"

"I'm tired of hearing his arguments! Reply, no, you go and tell him in person, let him get out of my city overnight! ”

"Yes, ma'am, I'll do it."

There was not the slightest look of surprise on Malkyrie's face, but his body remained motionless.

Two seconds later, the sound came again from behind the screen.

"Wait!"

"Ma'am, I'm here."

There was not a trace of fluctuation in Marchi.

"Forget it, find a few fresh-faced intelligence agents and keep an eye on his every move in the city. Look at it for three months, and if it really changes, call him to come and see me. ”

"As you wish, ma'am."

Only then did Malkirie turn and leave.

....................

At the same time.

Silver Moon Fort, House of Roses, luxury spa baths.

In the large bath made of fine quality marble, Chabolai lay on the side of the bath, holding a smooth white and greasy young girl in one hand.

Behind him was another young lady massaging his shoulders and back, and beside him stood a young girl holding a fruit bowl full of grapes, and after a while, she bit one with her delicate red lips and fed it gently to Chapolai's mouth.

"Ah~~ Lawson, you see, this is life!"

There was a bath bed opposite the large bathtub, and Lawson was lying on the bed barely, and a young girl was rubbing the old mud on his body.

Seeing Xia Bolai's indulgent and depraved appearance, Rosen sighed lightly: "Uncle, this trip costs a lot of money. I think it's better to live within your means. ”

Xia Bolai suddenly looked impatient: "I know, I know, you little fart kid just talks a lot, chatters endlessly, and is like a housekeeper's mother-in-law, and a little similar to my aunt." ”

After speaking, a pair of arms went deep into the pool and groped under the water, causing the girl on her side to exclaim again and again.

"Hahaha, don't hide, let me touch it well. I haven't been so happy for more than half a year~~hahaha~~~"

Rosen couldn't help but roll his eyes, he felt as if he had seen the wrong person.

There are some people in this world who are true heroes in times of trouble, and slugs when they are rich.

Because as soon as you arrive at the rich nest, you will float to the north and can't find the north, and any heroic spirit will dissipate in an instant and become a waste meat worm in the gentle township.

After a while, he was basically wiped clean, rejected the girl's offer to continue the service, put on his newly purchased clothes, and said hello to Shabolai.

"Uncle, I'll go back to my room and sleep first."

Xia Bolai was concentrating on flirting with the young girls around him, and his round and chubby face was rippling with a strong spring love, and he didn't hear Rosen's words at all.

"Hey~ I forgot my friends when I saw it!"

Sighing slightly, Lawson quietly left the bathroom.

Off the bathroom is the lobby on the ground floor of the House of Roses.

The hall is huge, with thousands of square meters, and the decoration is also extremely luxurious, with brilliant spell crystal lamps, exquisite and colorful murals, light gauze tents hanging like clouds, and a huge dance floor covered with thick cashmere blankets, which are not inferior to the sound and color of the earth.

The hall was also extremely lively, and it seemed that the entire Silvermoon Castle had gathered here.

The shouts of men and the laughter of women are connected, forming a picture of indulgence and pleasure and wandering.

Fortunately, although the place is large, the service is also in place, and as soon as Lawson came out of the bathroom, there was a maid to guide him.

After listening to Rosen's explanation, he took him to the guest room on the second floor of the Rose House.

The guest room was small, but independent, and he lived alone, and he was very glad about the decision now.

Otherwise, with Xia Bolai's tone, he would not only perform the Living Spring Palace in front of him in the middle of the night, but I am afraid he would also join the battlefield with him.

Men are lustful, this is the nature of blood.

Looking at the beautiful body that was scantily dressed and gave what he wanted, Lawson was also like a cat scratching in his heart, and he wanted to pounce on it and have a happy fish.

If he is not a traverser, but an ignorant teenager, he will definitely not be able to control it.

But he's not really a teenager, he's self-aware.

He was a mortal man, with very limited self-control, and once he tasted the taste of ecstasy, he would surely be out of control and fall into a deep quagmire.

When the time comes, there is a high probability that he will fall deeper than Chabolai.

But Xia Bolai is a high-level warrior in the end, and he still has a deep foundation in Silvermoon City, even if he eats and waits for death for a lifetime, he is much stronger than ordinary people.

He has nothing at the moment, and if he really wants to fall into it, he will end up as a poor beggar begging on the streets.

Of course, being a beggar is actually not a big deal, but it is rare to cross a game, and with the opportunity to start over, Rosen still doesn't want to lie down easily.

Always jump and see how high you can touch, it's really not good, and it's not too late to lie down.

The walls of the guest room were thick and soundproofed, and when the door was closed, the sound was kept out, and Lawson was relieved.

Go to the bed and lie down, first visualize the creation singularity, and after about 2 breaths, the body reaches its limit and withdraws.

Sure enough, thoughts were already flying in my head, jumping back and forth between various fantasies.

He suddenly thought that he had become a king and become a saint, and all the people were prostrate under his feet. At once, he was in the same bed with three thousand beauties, and he was wantonly ecstatic. Suddenly he became an extraordinary archmage again, knocking the gods down from the clouds.

The scary thing is that these fantasies are still very real, as if they will really happen in the next moment, a typical late manifestation of rhapsody syndrome, and further on, it is estimated that it is a neuropathy.

"Stop!"

Lawson already has a wealth of experience in dealing with it, so he lets his thoughts fly and only keeps his heart still!

After more than half an hour, the boiling will gradually subsided, turning into a deep and restrained lake.

Compared to the initial moment, the mana in the body has increased several times.

If the mana at the beginning is just a vague warmth.

Now there is a clear difference.

This mana was like a high-temperature mist of fire, gathering in the depths of the sea of consciousness, and constantly radiating light and heat, warming the limbs and hundreds of remains.

That's what it's described in the Sellers Spell Book.

As the mana continues to increase, the inner perception will change from vague to concrete, from dispersed to condensed. ”

'When a clear visual image appears in the depths of the soul, a low-level realm is achieved, which is sufficient to unleash low-level spells. ’

"So, my current mana is about equivalent to the peak of an apprentice, and if I go one step further, the scale of mana can be comparable to that of a low-level mage, but unfortunately, there is no mana, but there are few spells that can be used."

is like the iron muscle bully in the gym in the previous life, the absolute strength must be very strong, but it is not very useful, and when you meet a professional practitioner, you have to kneel and admit defeat if you are thrown a whip leg.

"Spell spell....... I'll continue to lay the groundwork! ”

Rosen opens Principles of Exact Geometry and focuses on looking.

The content is very simple, the essence is the "analytic geometry" of the previous life, and the difficulty is the different symbol systems of the previous life, as well as the different conceptual expression methods from the previous life.

He had to study very carefully in order to match the knowledge of the past life with the present life, and he must not make mistakes, otherwise he might lose his life.

When he was self-taught, he felt that he really needed a guide to spells.