Flores couldn't take her eyes off her eyes for a moment, and couldn't help but lean in and praise very bluntly like most Feneport men: "Today is my lucky day, and I have met such a beautiful lady, can I be more lucky to invite you to a glass of wine?"

The girl's eyes sparkled, the corners of her mouth smiled, and she shook her head slightly, meaning no.

Reluctant to give up, Flores wanted to say a few more words, but found that the girl's face gradually turned cold, so she had to retreat to her place in a daze.

For the rest of the day, he glanced at the girl's fantasies in a simple blouse and slender black trousers, and then looked at the edge of the other's glass, watching it be pursed by her moist red lips.

This made Flores's body hot, her mouth dry, and the more she drank the beer in her hand, the more difficult it became to quench her thirst.

Finally, the woman drank the pale golden manzan in her hand, put the tall glass on the bar, and left the place to the sound of soothing and elegant music.

Flores rushed over, took out the gentle tissue that had become popular in recent years, and wiped the rim of the glass where the girl's lips had been pursed.

Then, he folded the tissue, carefully searched the area around the corresponding barstool, picked up a few long hairs of flaxen, and tucked them into the tissue.

After doing this, Flores found that the bartender and the dozen or twenty male guests around him were all looking at him, with similar eyes, all "writing" one word: "Perverted!"

It wasn't just Flores who was attracted by the girl's amazing charm, but all the men and a handful of women in the bar, all of whom had witnessed Flores' perverted behavior.

Flores' blood rushed to her head, and she pretended to be calm and left the place as if nothing had happened.

He won't come back to this bar again!

But he didn't regret his actions at all.

On the way back to the apartment, Flores' heart burned at the thought of what might be gained, and his pace grew faster and faster, and he had to slow down.

Finally, he returned to his lodgings, closed the curtains, and pulled out a yellowed notebook with an old paper from the compartment of his suitcase.

Inside the note was a mottled note with a more complex transcription of a word that did not belong to any of the languages of the Northern Continent, with extensive notes in the Plateau language.

Flores eagerly placed the tissue with the girl's hair and her saliva stained in the notebook, then picked up the mottled note and pronounced the complicated and strange word according to the marked pronunciation: "Napoli Disley......

This is the "love spell" that Flores got by chance.

As long as you can get your crush's real name, date of birth, closely related items, or get your hands on her flesh and bodily fluids, you can make the target fall in love with him completely by putting the medium on the note and reciting the incantation seven times.

Flores waited a long time to create an opportunity for Pedro's daughter Sara to fall and injure herself, but on the one hand, he received a good impression and sincere gratitude for his timely help, and on the other hand, he took the opportunity to collect the other party's blood and complete the pre-requirements of the "love spell".

As it turned out, this "love spell" was amazing!

Flores never used the "love spell" again because he didn't know how to break the spell - if he was chased by multiple girls before marrying Sarah, fighting each other and making a farce, then he would not be able to become a member of that big family and get the corresponding resources and help.

But today, he couldn't help it.

It was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and he was willing to pay any price just to possess her!

Of course, Flores wasn't sure if just a saliva-stained tissue and a few hairs that fell naturally could be used as a medium for the "love spell", but she had to give it a try.

Thinking of the beautiful scene that might come, he was excited and anticipating from the bottom of his heart, and an uncontrollable smile appeared on his face.

"Napoli Disley......

Flores continued to chant the "love mantra" with extraordinary devotion and fervor, her heart filled with longing, joy, and pleasure.

"Napole Disley!"

After seven times, Flores saw tissues and hair ignite flames that seemed to reflect a rainbow, quickly turning to ashes.

It worked....... it worked! Flores couldn't believe it at first, then was struck in the heart by great joy.

Although he was a little surprised that it could succeed, he couldn't manage that much.

Anyway, it worked!

That beautiful girl is now in love with me!1

Flores thought of what would happen next, and his blood suddenly fluttered, he quickly closed his notes, clipped the notes, and ran directly to the door without caring about putting them back in their places.

He's going to take a walk down the street, and that cute guy must be looking for him!

As soon as Flores opened the door, she saw the girl from the bar standing outside.

Swept away by the lake-colored crystal eyes, Flores's whole body was sore, and he almost couldn't stand steadily, and he wanted to lie down directly.

As the girl threw herself into Flores's arms, he eagerly folded his arms and kissed him.

But the touch from his two hands was not warm and soft as he imagined, but cold and hard.

This...... Flores was surprised to see that all he was holding was a half-human-high mirror, and the mirror was still rubbing against his arms, rubbing left and right, and he couldn't pull it out.

Flores stepped back in extreme fear, his body's reaction to his previous fantasy could not be subdued, his heart in ice, his body in fire.

He slammed the mirror, harder and harder.

Finally, when he stepped back to the trunk position, the mirror snapped and shattered.

It shattered into countless pieces and pierced into Flores's clothing, into his chest, stomach, and arms.

The pain reached Flores's head, breaking his string, which was already on the verge of the limit.

He tasted joy beyond what he had ever tasted.

He fell to the ground and lay there, motionless, scared and nostalgic, painful and enjoyable.

"You can really digest the 'pleasure' potion......" Flores said in the apartment diagonally across from the room, Franka looked at the scene in the mirror.

With her knowledge, the picture she just saw can also be called a hunt.

"I told you I wouldn't lie to you." Lumian, wearing a golden straw hat, responded with a smile.

After taking the commission and making it clear that Flores's main problem was that he had inexplicably gained the fanatical affection of a beautiful girl, his first thought was to arrange a "witch" for this guy and test it.

Franca's saliva and hair were part of the temptation, after all, there had to be something occult.

Of course, the saliva and hair were specially treated beforehand for safety, and for this purpose, Franka made a "mirror double" to point at them, which is one of the black magic of the "witch".

Now the results are in, very good, Franca has given Flores the torment of pleasure and tasted the pain of chasing pleasure.

"It's strange that with a little saliva and hair, with just a one-word incantation, Flores really made my mirror fall in love with him, without even performing a ritual or praying to a single being." Franka then sighed, "I can't do it." ”

Lumian smiled, "You can do it, you don't need a spell, you don't need a medium, it's enough to show your charm."

"........," Franca paused for a moment, "you finally look like an Intius, or is this the result of your training at Fenerport?"

She pursed her lips, her eyes flickering.

Lumian turned to say: "There is another problem, Pedro has asked two adventurers to investigate Flores before, but they are both missing, and judging from the performance just now, this guy has no extraordinary abilities."

"It's pretty weird...... "Franka laughed suddenly, "What would you do if the special 'mirror double' didn't work, and I was affected by that spell and fell in love with Flores?"

Lumien laughed: "It's easy to make a person disappear silently, and it doesn't even require my hands."

Ludwig promised to eat the guy clean, and to do the anti-divination.

Without waiting for Franka to say more, Lumian walked to the door and said, "I'll go over and ask that guy, you pay attention to changes and be prepared for accidents."

"Okay." Franka replied solemnly.

Because Flores didn't have time to close the door at all, Lumian didn't even need to pick the lock and walked straight inside.

Sensing that someone was coming in, Flores came back to her senses and quickly got up.

By this time, Lumian had picked up the notebook and spread it out to the two pages with the mottled notes.

"You, what are you doing?" Flores asked, frightened.

He immediately recognized Lumian: "Louis. Berry? The Great Adventurer Louis. Berry?"

"You were asked by Pedro to investigate me?"

Lumian ignored him and walked to the window, opening the glass window to let in fresh air.

"The love spell can make a woman fall in love with you by taking her real name....... "Lumian recited the highland notes on the mottled note in front of Flores, "The pronunciation of the spell is ......."

He stopped, not repeating his recitation.

Flores's face was already gray and gloomy, as if he had seen the tragic end of his reputation and being captured by the church.

"Where did this come from?" Lumian gestured to the mottled notes and old notes.

Flores' forehead was covered with a dense cold sweat, and his eyes gradually became fierce.

He shouted suddenly, and again pronounced the word in a slumped voice: "Napole Disley!"

This time, there is no target audience, and there is no corresponding medium.