Section 221 Beauty

Bayral's pre-chosen escape path was quite ingenious.

It was a route conceived according to the layout of the building, and in Beller's original plan, even if he was attacked by vampires, he had a great deal of confidence in escaping from the house to the street. For this, he secretly had someone smash a thin wall with a hammer to make a small door just for him to pass through.

Perhaps because of the strenuous exercise, the effect of the smoke is significantly enhanced. Because when Béral rushed out into the street, he clearly felt his feet soften, and he fell directly to his knees on the street.

"Whew...... He tried his best to breathe quickly, trying to take advantage of the cold wind of the night to clear his mind.......

"Here!" Belle heard a voice shout. Through him, he saw a figure lunge towards him from the stinger. The black shadow held a bright weapon in his hand, which was supposed to be a long dagger. This should be the sentry in charge of the wind on the periphery, but he was lucky to encounter a big fish.

"He can't run!" With this cry of surprise, the dagger turned into a flash of light in the night sky, and went straight at Bayor.

Beller wasn't the kind of soldier who excelled at individual combat, but that wasn't to say he couldn't use a sword. Although his hands and feet were a little out of control at this time, at the moment of life and death, all the past exercises came back to his body at once. Draw the sword, throw the sheath, wave the hand, and stab directly, the four actions are done in one go. When he settled down, he realized that he had pierced the other man's chest with a sword.

The assassin let out a groan of disbelief, blood foaming from his mouth, and the dagger slid to the ground with a thud.

Now Bayral can see that this person is a person who is dressed very ordinarily, and from the details of his figure, hands and feet, he can analyze that this is not a person who has been trained in combat. If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have used a weapon like a dagger, let alone be stabbed by a weakened Baylor.

Not a professional assassin? Oh...... That's right, usually the one who is responsible for the peripheral lookout is the one with the worst hands-on ability.

Beller gasped and withdrew his sword. He tried to take a step, but found that he couldn't even hold his sword. The drug is slowly but steadily taking effect. In fact, if this assassin had come back a little later, it is estimated that he would have to be slaughtered by others.

Beller staggered forward. His mind was dazed, and he knew that he had to stay away, as far away as possible, because the killers who had rushed into the house would soon be chased out. I don't know how long it has been, and I don't know how many miles he has walked, Bayral felt in a trance that there were a few people in front of him blocking the way.

Although his mind was already very confused, instinct still told him that the people in front of him were all armed. On this night, it is certainly not good for those who carry weapons.

"Oh, I'm not willing to die like this...... "Beller's last bit of wisdom let out a lament. He staggered two more steps forward on his feet, and found himself bumping into something soft. It was a man's body, and it was a woman's body.

His mind was no longer able to think, and his body was completely numb. The wisdom he once prided himself on was completely lost in the drug. At this moment, he only had a simple and ridiculous thought.

"Uh-huh, the last thing is to die on the body of a woman? This is not the most regrettable ending...... Hope is a beauty......"

The head is so heavy...... The body is also ...... Damn, the pillow wasn't put in place, and it hurt my neck......

Bayral's eyes suddenly opened. What the eye saw was the ceiling of a room—it was a scarlet-painted wooden top panel, and the planks were clearly visible.

"That's it...... Isn't it heaven or hell?" said Beller to himself. "Looks like I'm not dead yet. ”

He tried to raise his hand, and found that although his body was a little unwell, it was not difficult. Then he turned over and sat up, taking a closer look at the situation around him.

He had been lying in a small room just now. It was a very small room, with only a bed (where he was lying), a table, two stools, and a sofa next to it. On the table were a wine bottle and several upside-down glasses. A little further past was a door, and it was a door with thick planks.

Although you can tell at a glance that the door is thick...... However, it doesn't look like a door to a prison cell at all. If nothing else, the sides of the door are covered in leather. Bayral has seen this arrangement, and it's for sound insulation.

He looked at himself again. He was still wearing pajamas, and he didn't have any shackles or chains on his hands and feet.

He stood up, walked to the door, took a deep breath, and grabbed the doorknob and pulled inside.

The door opened smoothly. All kinds of noises outside rushed to the face. Béral found himself in front of him in a hallway, with men and women walking around. Someone glanced at Beller, but no one stopped.

Where is this? Hmm? I should have been assassinated? But...... Did I drink too much yesterday and hallucinate? What's going on? Did I drink?

"Are you awake?" a voice sounded. Béral turned his head to see a tall, young woman standing in front of him.

The woman walked towards him, and Bayral instinctively took a step back and retreated into the room. The woman also walked in, and when she entered, she closed the door.

"This ...... The young lady ......, "Even Beller doesn't know how to speak." Perhaps it was because the potency of the incense was still the last trace of the incense, and his mind was in chaos at the moment, and he had not yet distinguished between the real and the dreamy.

The woman gave him a hard push. On the one hand, Bayral was caught off guard, and on the other hand, his body had not fully recovered, so he couldn't hold his back for a while, and she directly retreated several steps back and sat on the bed.

"Well, you don't look like you're recovering. The woman said. It was only then that Béral noticed the woman's appearance. The woman looked to be in her twenties and wore a low-cut maxi dress that flattered her figure. She is well described in a poem that Bayral has heard: this is a beautiful and beautiful woman. On another occasion, let's say it's a ball, she might be able to amaze the audience.

"Are you hungry? or thirsty? This bottle of wine is a high-end product, famous for its coolness and thirst-quenching. ”

"Excuse me......" Béral felt that the question of eating and drinking could be put on hold, and he had to understand his situation.

"Last night, you staggered over like that. The woman said in a very unladylike tone. "Straight into my arms. But fortunately, I recognize you as General Berel, the restless and kind general of reinforcements sent by the Tiberius...... Although it is uneasy and kind, it is also a reinforcement. So I brought you back and made you lie in my room and sleep all night. ”

"This, it's really abrupt......" Bayor's first reaction was that he felt that this was a trap. But when I think about it, I feel that the trap is not valid, because there is no benefit.

"You don't have to apologize or something. Just give me the room fee. ”

"Excuse me, am I lucky enough to know the name of this beautiful woman in front of me?"

"Even if you put honey on your mouth, I won't compromise it. My name is Rhodia and I am the owner of this shop. ”

Rhodia, the name is familiar...... Wait, isn't that the little queen's mysterious makeshift governess?" Béral couldn't help but look the woman in front of her up and down once more. Indeed, in terms of beauty, this woman has almost no shortcomings, but when it comes to learning and upbringing, this is probably a big problem.

Béral was also a vassal of the kingdom, and the noble women he had seen, if not ten thousand, but eight thousand, were naturally of various types. So he was 100% sure that the expression and temperament of this woman who called herself Rhodia showed that she was not a scholar (there were many scholars from civilian backgrounds). In other words, there must be an unknown inside story about this woman going to be the queen's governess.

Bayral even began to wonder if the woman who called herself Rhodia was the one he had in mind. The namesake or something is not a strange thing. Not to mention anything else, even the rare, and even awkward, name of "Eshurufat" can "hit the shirt" for several rounds.

"Ah, I'm sorry, you see I'm in my pajamas......" Béral gestured, signaling that there were no pockets on the pajamas, and if there were no pockets, there would be no money.

Rhodia stood up and leaned closer, as if to check for a pocket in Beller's clothes.

Her gesture seemed to be inadvertent, but it had a noticeable effect - in this position, Bayral's gaze could easily cross the neckline and go inside.

"Wait, ma'am, you ...... so," Beller made a blocking motion. "It's so unsightly. ”

Rhodia was stunned, and all of a sudden, she began to laugh loudly, leaning forward and backward with laughter, unable to breathe.

"Hah...... Ha...... Legend has it that the general of Berel of Tiberius...... He was a devout believer who kept his virginity...... I thought it was fake, but I didn't expect it to be true!"

Rarely has Bayral been so embarrassed. In his private life, the Church has always gone out of its way to promote him as a model of a "living saint." As we all know, the church has always promoted moderation and control of desires, but there are too few such types of aristocrats. Coupled with Bayor's own identity, status, merits, and other factors, even if someone ridicules him, he will only talk about it behind his back. To tell the truth, no one had ever laughed at Beller to his face like this, so much so that he didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Really?" Rhodia stood up and stepped forward. She deliberately twisted her waist to highlight her outstanding talent.

Bayral immediately instinctively staggered his gaze. But being able to control his eyes can't control Rhodia's movements. Rhodia sat down beside him and put her hands around Beller's shoulders in a seductive and debauched motion. It was a clever move, because when Beller tried to push her away, he found that his hands were in an important position for Rhodia. So he didn't dare to exert his strength, so he could only retract his hand again.

"I didn't expect it...... Yes...... I guess it's unbelievable. Belle clearly felt the feminine aura fluttering in his ears, "Our general, is actually ...... A chick?"

Rhodia moved forward, and Bayrell could only retreat. Because he was already sitting on the bed, his body involuntarily leaned backwards and became leaning on the bed, while Rhodia was half-pressed and half-leaned on him.

A "creak" of a wooden door opening and closing sounded. Both of them looked at the door at the same time, and saw that the door of the room had been pushed open from the outside.