Robben: ?!

What's the situation?!

Faced with the little witch's sudden attack, he was stunned: where had he ever experienced this meeting? He's messed up.

The tip of the girl's tongue tickled across his earlobe, making his hair stand on end.

After a few seconds, Emma gently bit his earlobe before stopping this affectionate gesture and leaning on Luo himself, quietly watching him without speaking.

At this point, she regretted a little: she seemed to have done something reckless, and she hoped that it did not arouse Robben's disgust - could it be regarded as the payment he paid her after he rubbed his feet?

As everyone knows, Robben is also reflecting, he just seems to have crossed the line with the little witch's behavior, which is really too reckless, did he make her angry? But looking at her appearance, she doesn't seem to be angry?

Both of them were a little difficult to ride at the moment, and the air fell silent for a while.

"Did I hear strange noises?" Naomi, who had just finished taking a shower with Claire, stepped out of the bathroom and wiped her hair with a crisp white towel.

Large drops of water slipped down her body, leaving a trail on the ground.

"Emma and her [good friend] are frolicking, so don't disturb them." Claire, wrapped in a bath towel, followed. As a samurai, her hearing is better than Naomi's, and she heard it just after she was in the bathroom.

Naomi:......

These two people are annoyed!

With a frown, she picked up her wand on the small table outside the bathroom door, and with a wave of her hand, she conjured a bird and flew upstairs with a thud.

"It's noisy, and the two of them don't know the stopping point!" Naomi strode back to her bedroom.

"What a restless fellow." Claire complained about her best friend and went back with Naomi.

Naomi conjured up the third floor and slammed into the window, turning into a cloud of smoke.

The sound of the bird hitting the window alarmed Robben and Emma, and the little witch swooped away from Robben and looked towards the place where the noise was made.

When she saw the smoke, her face turned red.

As a witch, how could she not see that it was a bird made of magic? It looks like the two of them were making some people unhappy before.

Robben stepped aside, picked Emma's shoes from the floor, and placed them by her bedroom door.

"It's not too early, the shoes are back to you, it's time to rest." He thought it was a good opportunity for the two of them to go back to their respective rooms to calm down.

"Hmm." Emma nodded, agreeing with Robben's suggestion.

"Wait a minute." As Robben was about to leave, Emma stopped him.

She grabbed the cuffs of her socks with one hand, lifted her leg and took them off, throwing them together and throwing them to Robben.

"It's broken, throw it away for me."

Without waiting for Robben to react, she closed the bedroom door, leaving Robben standing in place with two clumps of torn fine fabric in his hands.

He glanced at the time, and since it was getting late, he would throw it later.

After figuring it out, Robben also went back to the house to rest.

The girl who lay back in bed couldn't sleep for a long time.

She picked up the handkerchief that Robben had used to cover her eyes, held it in the air and looked at it for a moment, then she put it to the tip of her nose and sniffed it.

Well, there is also a taste of Robben on it.

Emma clutched her handkerchief and finally fell asleep.

……

The next morning, Robben came out of the bedroom and met Emma, who had just finished washing.

"Good morning!" The little witch seemed to be in a good mood and greeted Robben happily as if nothing had happened last night.

"Early." After saying hello, Robben just wanted to brush his teeth and wash his face, but was stopped by Emma.

"Eh, by the way, you broke my socks yesterday, should you compensate me?" The little witch looked at Robben with a smile on her face and asked a reasonable question that seemed harmless to humans and animals.

Robben nodded repeatedly, indicating that there was no problem, this was what he should do.

Then he saw Emma take out a delicate gilt silver box with a pattern.

Robben suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Emma didn't give Robben a chance to regret it, she quickly opened the box, took out a slip from the box and handed it to Robben who was in a daze.

"One Hundred Golden Dragons??? After reading the numbers on the bill, Robben's eyes darkened.

Your socks can't be sold for such an expensive price, even if they are made of gold, right? But the bill is in front of her, and Emma doesn't look like she can forge the bill, so Emma's pair of pantyhose is really worth a hundred gold dragons! In other words, last night, on a whim, he tore off a large bag of gold coins at once.

Maybe not so much, because he only tore one, and he didn't break it all, only made a hole in the center of his foot, but what he said before was so full, it seems that this hundred gold dragons must be compensated.

Robben let out a long sigh and looked at Emma from head to toe, he was now very curious about how much the little witch's clothes could sell for all of her clothes.

Thousand? Two thousand?

"Yes, this is a custom-made style, and it also has magic attached to it, which can keep you warm and wick away sweat - no matter how you wear it, it won't stink~" Emma's face was full of joy when the plan had succeeded.

Hum! Bad Robben, this girl needs to repay you for what you did last night!

Emma said she was a cautious witch, and she tickled me last night, right? Then pay for my socks! What, no money can't afford to lose? Then let yourself be summoned for a few days, and see if he dares to talk back to himself - the girl's plan is so unpretentious.

Robben: ......

He silently took out a money bag, which contained the money he had just earned from Anna, and now the money was still in the hands of him.

Emma:???

How could he afford it? Is it so profitable to be an adventurer?

Emma was stunned, and Robben shoved the money bag into her hand and ran to the living room to prepare breakfast without looking back.

A few minutes later, sitting at the table and looking at Robben with cheese on the bread, Emma finally couldn't help it.

"I didn't expect you to be quite rich." She asked casually as she put the knife aside, crossed her fingers under her chin, and asked, as if casually.

The girl only wore a tight satin nightdress in the morning, and when she moved and leaned on, the word "twigs and fruits" was vividly displayed at once.

Perhaps feeling a little squeezed, she reached down with one hand and placed the two balls of fruit on the table, asking the table to help her share a little weight.

Robben, who was busy spreading cheese, missed the view, and he smiled wryly when he heard Emma's words.

"Don't you dare to claim to be rich in front of you, the little money I saved is not enough for you to buy a few pairs of socks."

"If you're really short of money, you can sell it, and you should be able to get some blood back." Emma thought about it and gave Robben a piece of advice.

"It's impossible." Robben shook his head resolutely.

It was the little witch's clothes, and he wouldn't sell them.

Hearing Robben say this, Emma was very happy.

But looking at Robben's appearance, he seems to be short of money? Emma has a plan of her own.

"I said," she said, fiddling with the sausages and omelettes on her plate with her fork, "why not take on a few school assignments to earn some pocket money?" ”

Robben: ?!

"Tell me more!"

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The second watch is coming!

What's new: Tomorrow's first shift will be back to 7 a.m.