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Curt spent a lot of rhetoric trying to prove to Ani that he had no interest in Randall. (Please search Bayi Chinese Net, the fastest updated novel website!) He then investigates Thorn Rose through Kelly's network.

According to the results of the feedback, Thorn Rose is a feminist organization. The backbone of it is a female mage who runs a high-end clubhouse. Thorn Rose hated selling silver, and they sternly opposed the use of women as a tool to vent their desires. However, due to the limited influence of the organization, the idea of the Thorn Rose could not shake the decision of the Council of a Thousand Laws.

This made Curt feel that something was wrong. Sabina is the seat of the School of Illusion, and if she really wants to do something, Eoham will have to give her three points of face. At the level of Sabina, the surname is no longer important. Discriminating against a top ** division is definitely asking for trouble, and in terms of strength alone, Sabina is still above Randall.

"Hmm...... Master Sabina, maybe what you need is a pair of gloves. It can be used to do dirty work without getting your hands dirty. ”

In the middle of the night, Curt made his own guess. He didn't believe that Sabina was here for Randall's sake, it was just an excuse at most. For a character like Sabina, every move must be well thought out. She had to think about herself, the organization, and the school as a whole at the same time, and it was almost impossible for her to make decisions on a whim.

Curt, who had thought about this clearly, shook his head and decided to follow the policy of taking one step at a time. He had a good night's sleep, then left the Black Tower at noon the next day and headed to the court of trial. In the eyes of many trial mages, Curt at this moment is already a high-ranking power. He was a favorite of the inquisitor Olga, and even showed the rudiments of a successor.

So it took Curt a bit of effort before he responded one by one and greeted his inquisitors warmly. He and Gran then went on patrol to finish the day's work.

After breaking up with Gran, Curt went to the headquarters of Thorn Rose. It was a three-storey building, a clubhouse that only the upper class could afford. Curt looked at the gleaming entrance to the clubhouse for a moment, then flicked a gold coin to the waiter waiting nearby. Led by the waiter's enthusiasm, Curt walked into the interior of the clubhouse. He walked on a luxurious thick blanket, and knew that the cleaning of the ubiquitous thick blanket would cost him thousands of gold coins every month.

Eventually, the waiter took Curt to a room on the third floor and took his leave. Curt thought about it for a moment, then knocked on the door panel carved from pure crystal. Through the thick crystal, he could faintly see a vague figure in the room. If this was Sabina's arrangement, it would have been expected.

Curt waited for a few seconds, then raised his hand and pushed the crystal door open with great difficulty. He saw a stove in the center of the room, apparently a work of magic. Around the room, there is a wide sand and a single chair, on which are placed several cushions. It's a great place for relaxation and talks, and it's pretty stylish.

On the sand directly opposite the gate, Sabina was sitting with a smile. She held a long pipe carved with roses, and quietly swallowed the clouds. Several well-dressed women sat or lay beside Sabina, looking at Curt with curious eyes. They wear elaborate makeup and have their own unique shapes. The women wore tight-fitting outfits and short coats. It looks like a surname, but it doesn't give people a vulgar feeling.

Curt thought about it, then bowed slightly and bowed. This has nothing to do with lowering your stature, it's just that the male surname shows respect for the female surname. So Sabina nodded happily, stood up, and said:

"Sisters, this is Mr. Curt. He's a gentleman, isn't he? What a good day to come, let's welcome Mr. Curt to him. ”

These words not only expressed goodwill, but also eliminated the possibility of Curt's refusal. In the face of a group of beautiful women who applaud and greet them, few men can walk away. Curt frowned slightly and took half a step back. He avoided the two women who came up to him by the arm, and then stepped into the room. Sabina ignored this, and she flicked her fingers, causing a bottle of champagne to appear out of thin air. When Sabina flicked her finger a second time, the cork opened automatically.

Abundant foam overflowed from the mouth of the bottle, and eight crystal glasses appeared on the table. Under Sabina's control, the champagne floats leisurely in the air, pouring the right amount of wine into each crystal glass. Curt counted the number of people, and now added that he was only seven people present. So he sighed and guessed what was going to happen next.

Sabina pouted and whistled, causing the portal to open on the side. Randall stepped out of it and winked slyly at Curt. In the light of the fire, the arcane tattoo on Randall's face shone brightly. Even though she is surrounded by beautiful women, she still looks outstandingly beautiful.

"I assure you, Mr. Curt has not paid attention to any of the sisters since he opened this door. I don't know if it's because he's too serious, or if he already has a heart. ”

Sabina's ambiguous eyes rolled and grabbed Randall's shoulder. Randall's face was flushed, and she said a little shyly:

"I'll take care of the rest, Master Sabina. I'll tell Sù Curt what he needs to do......"

"Yes, yes, we're very knowledgeable, don't worry. The annoying long-tongued woman is about to disappear, and I wish you all a good day. ”

Sabina interrupted Randall, looking like she understood. She let out a high-pitched laugh and walked away briskly with the women. When the crystal door was closed, Curt shrugged. Randall sat down awkwardly on the sand, picked up the crystal glass, and drank the champagne in one gulp. She froze, then raised her head, looked at Curt who was rubbing her forehead, and said:

"That's all I can do for you, dear Faceless Brother. Master Sabina is prestigious, and she can help you avoid a lot of trouble. Thorn Rose is also not a violent organization, and you can maintain your membership as long as you show your face every once in a while. ”

"Could you please tell us what the Thorn Rose does? ”

Curt grabbed a glass of champagne and sat down in the chair facing Randall. He wasn't going to turn down Randall's kindness, after all, it's always good that someone cares about him. After a brief contemplation, Randall took a second glass of champagne. She sipped and said slowly:

"Hmm...... Excuse me, if you hear it, forget it. Let's start at the beginning - Master Sabina is a slave girl who was kidnapped and brought to the city of a thousand laws, and she has a magically friendly warlock bloodline, but she awakens too late. In short, the largest prostitution parlor in the city of Qianfa at that time, and the slave chamber of commerce, which occupied the largest market share, were destroyed. Many people wanted Master Sabina's life, but Lord Eoham cherished Master Sabina's talents and finally protected her. ”

"Oh ~ good traditional story. It sounds like Master Sabina owes Mistress Eorham's life. Could it be that she's also a faceless one? I think it's probably a big surname. ”

Curt took a sip of champagne and said casually. He felt that he had come to the right place today, and that few people should know about Sabina's history. Randall nodded, she raised her hand to sweep away a strand of burgundy silk that hung down, picked up the third glass of champagne and said:

"I don't think much of you, Master Sabina could indeed be a faceless. At least...... She won't be Lord Eorham's enemy. After obtaining the status of a mage that year, Master Sabina quickly rose to the top of the ranks. She then founded the Thorn Rose, which specializes in sheltering women from unfortunate backgrounds. This club is the result of Master Sabina, and women who don't have any skills can still only laugh here, but at least they don't need to sell ** anymore. They have the opportunity to marry a good man, and they make their own choices. Master Sabina has endured a lot of pressure for this, but she has no regrets. ”

"This is the hive of the queen bee. ”

Curt played with his glass for a moment, then drank the remnants of the wine. He dropped the empty glass with some nerve, looked at Randall, who had drunk the fourth glass of champagne, and said:

"Do you want Master Sabina to help me, or do you want me to help her?, dear Faceless Brother, I always feel like you're pushing me into a big hole. ”

"You can take what you need. ”

Randall looked a little flustered, choking on the smell of alcohol pouring up. She coughed a few times before covering her red lips and said:

"Master Sabina can really help you and save you a lot of trouble. There are also a lot of good girls here who will like you. Well...... I mean, you can think about personal issues in passing...... I'm sorry, I seem to be a little drunk. ”

Randall pressed his hands to his cheeks in frustration, not understanding what was wrong with him. She hadn't thought about mentioning the relationship between men and women, but she didn't know why, and the words naturally slipped out of her mouth. This made Randall feel a little wolf, but he didn't know what to do. Wonderful feelings surged in her heart, faintly revealing a burning feeling.

"Alas, my dear Faceless Brother. ”

Curt cocked his legs in disapproval. He looked down at Randall, who had buried his face in his lap, and said slowly:

"Marriage is a major event in life, and I will seriously consider your proposal. But until then, I have my own responsibilities to fulfill. Miss Catherine, I promised you that I would escort you and drive away the womanizers who disturb your life. I always remember my promise, and I hope you will respect me and don't treat me as a person who forgets what I say and doesn't keep my word. All in all, I'll add the Thorn Rose and I'll go to your side for a cup of tea once in a while. If you plan to go for a walk, please contact me in advance. Is that all right, my dear faceless brother?"

"Thank you, Curt. ”

In the midst of the vertigo that struck, Randall suddenly felt a warmth welling up from the depths of his heart. There was power in Curt's voice, keeping the inexplicable troubles away from Randall. Randall looked up, wanting to say something more grateful. But the next second, she threw up. (To be continued.) )