Time rewinds to one night.

Within ten seconds of the alarm in Franz's house being sounded, Zoche rushed into the room, and about thirty seconds later, the guard in charge of the room security rushed into the room with Bordeaux.

Over the next minute, Franz's room was crammed into more than twenty people, and the faint fragrance of burning blubber wafted through the slightly cramped room as candles were lit.

But it couldn't change the awkward atmosphere in the room, no one spoke, only a slightly heavy gasp was struggling weakly.

The guards and servants exchanged glances with Colonel Bordeaux for a moment, and then left the room in silence.

Zoche even tried to extinguish the candles on the menorah, apparently everyone thought it was the alarm line that the room was too intense and accidentally touched.

Bordeaux couldn't help but wonder if the alarm line should be designed higher so that it would not be easy to touch it by mistake, otherwise it would be embarrassing for this kind of thing to happen again.

It's okay to lose the interest of the Grand Duke, but if there are any sequelae, it will be troublesome.

On the other hand, Zoche was suddenly grabbed by the ankle by Franz, and she looked at the former with some confusion, and Bordeaux closed the door "playfully" after noticing the situation in the room.

The atmosphere in the room was awkward, and Fanny Curt was struggling under Franz in a black bodysuit, trying to overturn Franz with a carp, but the human physiology was destined to be difficult to exert strength when lying down.

So the Duchess's struggle only further stimulated some of Franz's physiology.

Franz looked helplessly at Fanny Curt with a thief's mask, and he wondered why Westerners thought they could not be recognized by wearing a blindfold.

Especially influenced by some later films, Franz always associated the blindfold with some movement.

It was obvious that the duchess gritted her teeth and wanted to pretend not to know, glaring at Franz viciously.

Just as the two sides were at a slightly awkward stalemate, Zoche spoke.

"Archduke Franz, is it the first time for you and Duchess Fanny Curt? Do you need my help?"

In fact, Zache has always felt that Grand Duke Franz may have some kind of illness if he is not close to women, and she is actually a little excited at this moment, after all, one of the requirements for a samurai is to dedicate himself to his master.

Although she could accept the rhetoric of equality between men and women, which was extremely unnatural even in Europe at the time, she was not against tradition either.

In the face of Zoche's rebellious remarks, the duchess chose to deny it at the first time.

"I'm not Fanny Curt"

It's just that before she finished speaking, Zoche took away the thief's mask (blindfold), and the sudden stronger light pierced her eyes, but she still whispered a defense.

"I just look a little like her."

Faced with the other party's weak rebuttal, Zoche continued.

"A thief who looks a bit like a duchess, according to the laws of the Empire, you trespassed on the private domain of a nobleman.

Now we have the right to punish you in any way we feel reasonable. Are you ready?" …。。

When Fanny Curt was a little confused, Zoche tore open the placket of the former's clothes, exposing a large piece of white greasy to Franz's eyes, and then Zoche grabbed Franz's hands and pressed them.

Suddenly the screams of the two could be heard in the room

After about a quarter of an hour, Franz rubbed the slightly red and swollen left side of his face and said angrily.

"You forgot that something is here, why don't you just call someone to pick it up during the day? Why do you want to stir up the people in the middle of the night like this, causing me to be slapped inexplicably."

In fact, Envronz's skills could have been dodged or blocked, but only at that moment his hands were a little disobedient.

"You deserve it! How can someone else take my things?"

Fanny Curt said indignantly, her chest rising and falling violently as she spoke.

That's when Franz remembered, Orleans

There didn't seem to be any other woman in the barracks.

Franz turned his gaze to Zoche again.

"Don't you know how to plug the tunnel after you dig it? It's this idiot, what if it's an assassin who comes in?"

Zoche replied with some grievances.

"But the headmaster said that it was common for aristocratic men and women to dig secret passages for private meetings, and in Europe it was called 'romance'."

"Headmaster? Talia? What kind of teacher and what kind of student?"

Franz was a little speechless, but in a sense, he could be regarded as planting melons and planting beans and beans, after all, he should not have allowed some people's behavior in the first place.

"Do you want to continue?"

Zoche asked with concern.

"Don't!"

The two replied in unison, and Franz pinched Zochet's face to teach this guy a little lesson.

After a minute, Zoche rubbed his somewhat reddened cheeks and looked at Franz with resentment.

"Okay, now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up and you have got what you want, you can leave, otherwise we'll all be embarrassed until daytime."

Fanny Curt didn't understand what Franz meant, and said confidently.

"What do you have to be embarrassed about? You should be honored! Besides, I can go back through the tunnels during the day!"

"You still want to go down the tunnels? Bordeaux!"

There was a rush of footsteps.

"Colonel Bordeaux reports to you!"

"Colonel Bordeaux, please seal that tunnel! Immediately! Right now!"

"Yes, Grand Duke!"

Bordeaux gave a military salute and then led the people to fill the pit.

Fanny Curt stalked her neck, looking like she was going to kill or kill her.

"Alright, you can go."

The Duchess was a little surprised to hear Franz's words, but she still carefully wrapped her things and prepared to leave.

Although she was in the barracks, considering that it was too dark and Fanny Curt had no guards around her, Franz decided to send two people to escort her back.

(End of chapter)

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