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The morning of August 9, 1666 (mday+130) East Third District
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At nine o'clock in the morning, the East Third District was silent, and only the sound of lone horse hooves could be heard.
Nemen Soleton vaguely remembered that he seemed to be walking on this road at this time yesterday, and the street seemed equally silent. But one night passed, and the situation was completely different.
The corpses and weapons scattered everywhere prove the brutality of the battle last night. The bodies of civilians, Free Soldiers, Renni militiamen, and Imperial invaders were scattered throughout the streets, and nearly every street bore the marks of fierce gunfights and hand-to-hand combat. Some corpses in both armies had been wrapped in shrouds, but in the end they could not be transported away. Almost all roadblocks and fortifications have been razed, the roads are full of ruins left by explosions and destructive magic, and the main roads paved with hard stone slabs are now full of potholes.
But the most eye-catching thing is the smoke column that represents the fire scene. The battle between the two armies set many houses on fire, and the Imperial Army burned down every warehouse they could find to prevent the Free Army from using these materials again. These pillars of smoke burned all night long, stretching along the streets to the far end of the city. Among the remaining areas, the two largest and most hoarded areas, the East Third District and the North Third District are where these smoke plumes are most concentrated - which also contrasts with the current silence of the East Third District.
He knew why it was so quiet here. The two armies have almost exhausted all the organized troops, and the last precious troops were used to ensure the retreat. At the beginning, the Imperial Army attacked the main force of the Free Army deployed in the East Third District, and defeated the tens of thousands of Free Army soldiers and militia here until they were completely defeated. The Free Army was dispersed into skirmishers of various sizes, covering the people in the defense zone while fighting and retreating, but still suffered heavy losses. Next, the Imperial Army repeated this process. Their main force was also defeated, dispersed, and pursued by the remaining forces of the Free Army. Now the main battlefields of the two armies have been moved to the northern and southern districts of the city. The Free Army wanted to ensure a retreat to the Nancheng Port District, while the Imperial Army wanted to protect the logistics warehouses in various districts of the North City. No one had the energy to continue the fight in the East Third District.
The beautiful blond girl leaning on his chest complained in a low voice: "I always can't touch anyone, what should I do with our performance report? It's hard to conceive it, but if it can't be sent to Marshal Fox, it will be a big loss. "
"You shouldn't worry about the report. We have achieved such a great victory, and we still have these two trophies. Who can tamper with our achievements? Who dares to rob them?"
Naimen laughed and pointed at the two magic weapons hanging next to the saddle. The "mercy" of one of the seven swords of virtue is already amazing, but the other one is even more amazing: it is the "power" of the emperor.
This is the first time in history that a free soldier has encountered this weapon - no, this is even the first time in history that an enemy of the empire has obtained this weapon.
"But this is not enough. We need more than just a battle report, we need a legend. **, violence, and exhilaration, these are the things that make up a legend."
Hearing Anne's answer, Naimen said from the bottom of his heart: "I think you are already very legendary to be honest, Anne. The Free Times will chase you like crazy to do an exclusive interview with you."
Only one right hand of her beautiful body like a work of art was intact. The remaining left arm and legs had been cut off by sharp blades, and then fastened to the broken parts of the limbs with dark black crystals. The sides were sealed with blood-soaked bandages. Even for a man, this kind of injury can be regarded as shockingly serious〞〞let alone for such a charming blond beauty.
"Tell me the truth? Don't even think about it." Annie snorted and pinched him with her remaining right hand. "Everyone will definitely ask that question, 'How did you get so seriously injured'? Do you want me to tell them that you were injured?" The dying Minister of Military Affairs took a bite? I don't want to spread such a shameful thing."
"Shameshame?" Naimen stammered and repeated, "Even if he is not a high-level mage, the opponent still has 'power'! The outcome of a high-level mage's battle is unpredictable, and the slightest change will change the battle. result＃＃"
"Of course. I don't want the emperor's morale to be restored because of this battle." Anne interrupted him, "Fortunately, almost no one saw that battle. Just change some details For example, the enemy is not just the Minister of Military Affairs. The emperor, prime minister, minister of military affairs, minister of security, minister of foreign affairs, court mage, etc. are all in the army, and they are despicably setting traps to besiege me."
"And the emperor escaped." Naimen also gradually grasped Anne's thoughts, "In other words, it is impossible for him to deny this rumor himself, otherwise the more shameful secret of his escape would be??Exposed. The process of defeating these people will definitely be more exciting"
Anne's forehead hit his chest lightly: "Who said we will win? We will lose. The strongest forces in the empire have been gathered, and I must be defeated and captured. To raise the enemy's ability and ambition is to raise the enemy's ability and ambition. It＊s better than ourselves, otherwise the demon kings and tyrants recorded in history books all try to conquer the world. How can we show our hardship and hard work if we don＊t compile it this way?§
"Butif you lose, how will you continue to edit?"
Anne lowered her head, looked at her legs and said: "The next step is to show the cruelty and despicability of the enemy, and by the way, add some necessary elements of the legend. In order to understand the secret of my magic, the emperor and his dissolute nobles I can only choose torture to reduce my willpower to ensure that their mental magic can be effective. Anyway, there are many high-level magicians in the empire, and there should be a lot of porn about them. Just pick them from the most sensational stories - 求You must have seen a lot of them, right?§
Naimen's face turned red: "I really haven't seen it. I can't make it up for a debauched aristocrat or something like that!"
"Then just turn your head away with tears in your eyes when talking about this part. Men's rich imagination will naturally have an effect. There are many tricks that can be played with two legs and one arm, but some tricks are now Maybe no one has thought of it yet." Anne seemed to recall something and leaned close to Naimen's ear, "Of course, you also have to remember a few basic tricks, just in case someone suddenly asks about dressing up. Start with the left foot first. Bar＃＃"
Anne lowered her voice, but you could tell that she was in high spirits. She worked hard to make up stories about herself being tortured by the imperial nobles in various ways-in these stories, each of her legs was "used" at least three times. The [beep-] methods used to treat her hands and feet made Naimen's hair stand on end, and acid water surged from his stomach.
"That's it, make the dead military minister into an accomplice with a conscience, and the living guys will be more evil and cruel than the last. The emperor must smile evilly, while playing with the bloody joints and bones, while listening Listening to my screams for fun. You don't need to tell it again, right? You can remember this kind of story once. If you sell it to 'those' booksellers, you can make a lot of money, right?"
"I really want to forget it This is indeed a story that can only be circulated underground. I bet both the North and the South will ban this pamphlet." Naimen sighed, "I'm almost starting to really hate it. These dissolute nobles."
He couldn＊t stop looking at Anne＊s severed limbs, moving from the arms to the legs and back again. The torture story Anne had just made up lingered in his mind like a virus, making him feel as if the scene had really happened. How could she so easily make up "that" story with herself as the heroine?
When he was distracted, the horse's hoof suddenly stepped on a broken brick, and the horse's body tilted and hit the stone wall on the side.
Naimen was shocked and turned pale. He quickly reined in the horse and pulled the horse back to the right path.
This sudden impact made Anne, who was barely sitting on the saddle, scream, and her body, which lacked legs to balance, almost slipped off the horse. Anne's only remaining right hand hugged Naimen tightly, and the remaining bit of her left arm barely caught his right waist. Her whole body was almost wrapped around Naimen's body, which prevented the unfortunate incident from happening.
The blonde girl blushed and cursed in a low voice: "Damn it! Doesn't this mean I let him take advantage of me!"
When Naimen heard this, he bit his lip and pretended not to hear it.
However, compared to the soft touch in front of him, the cold crystal touch on his waist made him even more uncomfortable. No matter how fanciful the story is, it remains a fact that she only has one right hand left.
Anne seemed to see what he was thinking, and hurriedly explained: "My hands and feet are broken anyway, so it is natural to make them meaningful. Let them become the nourishment of torture and torture stories, which is not better than in the battlefield." Is it much more fun to be accidentally cut off? What compelling evidence.§
This sounds reasonable, but Mr. Naimen still feels that something is wrong: "You can't say that. We have sacrificed so many people, do we have to make up some epic stories because their sacrifices are not interesting enough?"
"If it is strategically necessary, of course. The deaths of ordinary people are just statistics, but the deaths of some people can turn into tragedies." Anne's answer was decisive, "If I were to choose the way to die that would be passed down to future generations, I would definitely choose The rarest and most tragic one among them, it must make everyone feel scared, moved or excited when they mention my name - it depends on the final effect I want to achieve. You can definitely calculate this strategic value Yes, Naimen."
This unlucky topic left Naimen speechless. He has seen too muchHis colleagues who died as statistics - he really didn't want to die silently like them.
He shook his head vigorously and brought the topic back: "In terms of value, the effect of this story is indeed very 'attractive'. If you include the hidden 'inside version', no one on the mainland will know about it within a month. This story is over. Is there anything else you want to change later?"
Anne thought for a moment and replied: "No need. The last part, from the time you discovered the secret of the legendary magic to the final charge to repel all the enemy troops and the emperor, just tell it truthfully. Making it up too much will only cause confusion. People are suspicious.§
※The change is not that big＃§
Naimen closed his eyes and replayed the entire modified battle process in his mind. He suddenly woke up and understood Annie's true intention.
"Wait a minute, Anne. If someone who doesn't know this hears this story, they will think that I was the one who defeated the emperor and killed the minister of war."
"Of course." Anne raised her head and glanced at him, "The heroine in popular stories should not rely on her own strength to win. No matter how powerful she is, she should wait for the hero to fight and rescue her. It＊s so cute to fight and kill! It＊s okay that the first battle was just to show off the victory, but I definitely don＊t want this unhelpful credit in the second battle.§
"but＃＃"
Anne interrupted him decisively again: "Where do you get so many buts! Are you my superior in the Western General Army? This is an amazing credit, right? If you don't get this credit, How can you continue to be my superior, Your Excellency, Captain Naimen Solayton?"
These barrage of questions left Naimen speechless for a moment. He slowed down his horse and stammered in defense: "Just, even if I don't claim your credit, there should be other ways for us to continue fighting side by side, right?"
"for example?"
Anne grabbed his clothes, rubbed her body forward hard, and raised her head so that she could look directly into his eyes.
"For examplefor examplefor example"
If we are not superiors and subordinates, what else can we do?
She has revealed her power and will become a great hero and the mainstay of the Free Army. And he is still the little combat staff officer, maybe he will be promoted a level or two. If you want to maintain the kind of relationship you had in the past, you can only follow her script, unless
An incredibly bold idea flashed through his mind, but was immediately rejected by himself.
That＊s not possible. Absolutely not. That was an idea he might never be qualified to propose.
"For examplefor examplefor exampleI'm sorry. I can't think of it. Just follow this script."
Anne smiled with satisfaction: "That's what I'm saying. We have two credits, and we should have carefully thought about the use of these two credits Then we just need to find someone to pass on the order."
She said, turning her head away and looking for the advance troops of the Free Army that might be in a corner. The invisible magic eyes flew up from her shoulders and flew along the streets.
Maybe it was an illusion, but Naimen felt that at that moment he saw a hint of loneliness in her eyes.
But he could no longer observe her eyes, because she had already cheered: "I found it! Turn left ahead, if you take a slight detour, there is our cavalry team! And there are two prisoners with it!"
Naimen reined in his horse and turned around. As expected, there was a group of more than 20 Free Army cavalry there, and they were advancing vigilantly from west to east. As soon as they saw Neimen and Anne's horses, the whole team reined in their horses almost at the same time.
Several people put their hands on their pistols, but were immediately scolded by their companions: "They are our own! Don't you know these two Excellencies of the Western General Army?"
"Your ExcellencyYour Excellency?"
Hearing this honorific, which is usually only used for general-level commanders, Naimen felt a sense of discomfort all over his body, as if he was wearing a military uniform that didn't fit at all.
When the commander of this cavalry team saw him asking back, he thought it was the fault of his new subordinates. He snorted angrily and loudly issued the order again: "You bastards, these two are the ones who saved the entire London last night." The heroes of the Nigerian Army! The special and plenipotentiary reinforcements of the Western General Army! The first mage of the Free Army, Ms. Seifer, known as the 'Saint of Freedom', and the hero who organized the blockade in the East Third District, Mr. Neimen Solayton! Hurry! Salute! You can＊t even salute well. No wonder you are retreating in defeat. How could you not recognize the two Excellencies if you stayed on the front line!"
"That, I'm not"
The slightly fat and talkative commander gave another military salute: "Ah, actually?I participated in the blocking battle in the East Third District last night and was deeply impressed by your courage and commanding ability! Of course, you may not remember a small person like me. Let me introduce myself again. I am Lieutenant Rouge of the 10th Lenny Free Division. I am currently commanding the ** Rangers of the East 3rd District to detect the movements of the Emperor**. Ah, sorry, I said so much nonsense again. The two Your Excellencies are back, they must have made a triumphant return! "
Naimen nodded: "That's right"
Another cavalryman behind suddenly exclaimed: "Is that golden scepter hanging in front of your saddle 'power'?!"
Naimen nodded again: "Yes, it's just the emperor"
Before he could finish his explanation, Lieutenant Rouge was already trembling with excitement. He jumped off his horse and knelt directly in front of Naimen's horse. With tears in his eyes, he shouted: "The evil emperor is finally dead! Gods bless you! Long live freedom! Long live your two Excellencies! Long live! Long live!" "
Seemingly infected by the commander, the entire team of free cavalry also jumped off their horses. With tears in their eyes, they all knelt on the ground in front of Naimen's horse.
Naimen＊s hand stopped awkwardly in the air, not knowing what to do.
Fortunately, there was another very smart and powerful passenger sitting on his horse. Anne deliberately made a sound, closed her eyes and leaned heavily on Naimen's shoulder, pretending to be fainted, and rescued him.
Rouge raised his head and immediately noticed the miserable condition of the "petite" lady.
His eyes were wide open, as if they could pop out of their sockets at any time: "Your Majesty the Saint, thisthiswhat kind of serious injury is this! What did those beasts from the empire do to her! Sir, Are there any fish that have slipped through the net? If there are any, please leave them to us. Even if we risk our lives, no, even if we risk the entire Lenny Army, we will avenge Lord Seifer!"
Naimen finally got the chance to finish a sentence.
"Lieutenant Rouge, please be quiet. Lieutenant Seifer has passed out. Please listen to me finish explaining the battle situation on the front line. First of all, the emperor is not dead. We caught up with the enemy's brigade in the East Fourth District. The enemy The commander of the army is"
Speaking of this, Naimen suddenly paused. He was hesitating whether he should act according to Anne's script.
Anne noticed this immediately, and she said "隑隑隑" again in his ear, pinched him hard with her right hand, and twisted him. Naimen gasped and had to return to the script -
Of course, I skipped those "secret stories".
※＃Then, I＊ll ask you all to report this battle report to Marshal Fox. Please forgive me for not being able to rush over. Lieutenant Seifer＊s injury can＊t wait any longer.§
Lieutenant Rouge wiped his tears and nose with his cuffs. He was completely impressed by this ups and downs and dangerous story: "I will obey your military order. If it weren't for your order, I would definitely lead my brothers to charge again." For a while! As long as we can＊t bring back the head of that bastard Emperor Gustav, we will never return to Lenny! Please rest assured that after we report the battle situation to Lord Fox and the entire army, the entire Lenny army will not , the entire Free Army will be at your mercy for the sake of Your Majesty the Holy Lady!"
He got on his horse, whistled, turned the horse's head, and ordered his men: "Hurry up and get on the horse! This battle report cannot wait for a second, hurry up and set off!"
The second lieutenant adjutant next to him was not so anxious, but asked Naimen another question: "Excuse meare you going to take Mr. Seifer to seek medical treatment? Indeed, all the senior chaplains of our Free Army have died in the line of duty. Even if he was not seriously injured, they would not be able to heal him. Is there anyone around here who can heal this kind of injury?"
Naimen thought for a while and replied cautiously: "You don't have to worry, there will be a solution when you get to St. Grace Welfare Home."
"Welfare homeI think I've seen it before." The second lieutenant frowned and hesitated, "My troops had a fierce battle near there last night. Uh, I'm sorry to be too troublesome I wish you all the best. smoothly."
The second lieutenant turned his head and looked in the direction of the orphanage. Following his gaze, Naimen discovered that there were indeed two or three faint columns of smoke in that direction.
An ominous premonition immediately gripped his heart. He didn't bother to say goodbye to the group of guerrillas, so he turned around and set off.
All the ominous premonitions and joking words are connected to form a road leading to hell, covered with flags representing death.
It should be okay. The top mage's secret base won't be destroyed so easily, right? - Naimen originally wanted to ask this question in a pretentious manner. But I don＊t know why, I can＊t ask these questions.
It was Anne who took the initiative.?? tried to comfort him: "It's okay. There are no important goals in the orphanage and they won't be destroyed. They can't burn down the entire orphanage, right?"
But Naimen could feel that she had been worried about something. The girl with only one arm left to maintain her balance was no longer able to conceal her body language. She had to hold on to Naimen's clothes tightly to stop on the horse. Naimen could even feel every tremor of her fingertips. .
"Goddess of destiny, please stop making such malicious jokes at the end."
Naimen prayed repeatedly in his heart, speeding up his horse again and again. Every time he passed through a street, the smoke column got closer, almost exactly matching the location in his memory.
But he still held on to his last glimmer of hope, until it was shattered in the face of reality.
The door of the orphanage was open, and the door was filled with broken rubble and garbage.
The two doors with ironwood panels were donated by Clad Lopez. Now one of them is missing, and the other one has a huge hole in it and fell on the street outside.
These are not the source of the smoke column, the main chapel of the orphanage is. Naimen let go of the reins and let the horse jump over the rubble, stopping in front of the chapel of the orphanage - the burned-out building with only black wooden beams left.
"Is this a dream? It must be."
Naimen instinctively looked around, looking for clues that could be used in dream analysis. He had done this in his dream the night before, and he did it very skillfully.
"Where is the key point? If the key point is 'home was burned down', it probably symbolizes the abandonment of past memories"
?????????????????????????? Wrong. He knew this was not a dream. He needs someone to pinch him, laugh at his weakness and escapism in a joking tone, and then pat him on the shoulder and say something like "It doesn't matter, there's no problem."
※Hurry up, Annie. Why haven't you pinched me yet? I've gone so far, why don't you answer the question?
The young man lowered his head and did not see the particularly familiar smile that he expected, with a hint of natural joy. Anne Seifer was staring blankly at the ruins, her face expressionless, and she seemed to be muttering something in her mouth. Her voice was so soft that Naimen could barely hear a few words.
"Is this the power of history? When all fate becomes the enemy, the recoil of the spring is really powerful"
Naimen stretched out his hand and waved it awkwardly in front of Annie's eyes. He was not very good at these things that enlivened the atmosphere. Usually, whether in Lenny, on the staff, or on the battlefield, Anne was the one doing these things.
"Well, I think there are no dead people here, Anne. Look, there are no bodies, right? I told the teacher that he and the nun should have crossed the Matebesi River by now. The children had been evacuated earlier. Besides, haven＊t they all been burned down? Just look at the side hospitals I lived in before and they＊ll be fine"
These words of comfort are all facts, but they all dryly avoid the core issue. Naimen found that he had no talent at all to liven up the atmosphere, and was in no way comparable to a girl who could find something funny about her own amputated limbs.
"Ah, that's great." Anne finally came back to her senses and put on her silly trademark smile again, "This way I don't have to change the script too much. If there is just one less heroine, it would be better I can still continue to act"
Without warning, she fainted on Naimen's shoulder.
"There's a missing heroine? Hey, hey, what's going on!"
Naimen hugged her tightly and shook her, but for the time being there was no response.
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St. Grace Welfare Home on the morning of August 9, 1666 (mday+130)
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There is a large rusty lock and iron chain on the door of each room in the side yard. It looks like it has not been opened for a long time. Naimen didn't know where the nun found such an old lock, but it seemed to be quite effective. The room seemed not to have been looted by the passing troops.
Naimen jumped off his horse, kicked open the door of his room, rushed in, and put the unconscious Annie on his bed. The girl who lost her legs could only occupy half the length of the bed; without her complex eyes and changeable expressions, she looked as helpless as a doll in a coma.
He had never realized before that a woman's character and beliefs could have such a strong impact on her appearance. When Anne was the most powerful magician in the world, she was the chosen one of the goddess of beauty with a broken arm; when she was in a coma, she looked just a helpless disabled girl, with all her attractive qualities such as temperament and charm.My mind left this small body.
"Smelling salts damn, I took them all away. Liquor I didn't have any here. Military mint ointment"
Naimen touched the inner pocket of his military uniform and found it was empty. He glanced at Annie's dirty military uniform that was stained with blood and mud again, and shook his head. Even if there was any on her, it would have expired long ago.
"Where else can I find it? My spare equipment bag and military uniform are not here either"
Naimen＊s eyes rested on another set of red female officer uniforms on the table. Everything in this room was the same as when he left yesterday, and the military uniform that Dinika left behind seemed quite complete. He grabbed his clothes, took a lot of things off the table, opened the front, took out the mint ointment in a small metal box from the inner pocket, and smeared it in front of Annie's nostrils.
The powerful peppermint ointment was so effective that Annie's breathing immediately became rapid.
"It's so cold" She said weakly, opened her eyes and glanced to the side, "This is your room, Naimen?"
Her recognition speed was so fast that Naimen was a little surprised: "Annie, have you been to my room? When?"
"Uh, no, I haven't been here." Annie kept twisting on the bed, as if she wanted to sit up, but couldn't. "I just think you are the kind of girl who will bring back a fainted girl." A man in his own room, right, sir?§
Anne was still trying to laugh, but Naimen couldn＊t laugh anymore. He just said "hmm" and squatted down to pick up the debris that he had swept to the ground one by one. He didn't want Annie to see his current expression.
"Speaking of which, is this my first time?"
Hearing this, Naimen almost slipped to the ground. Anne chuckled lightly and added: "Don't get me wrong, I mean this is my first time in a man's room. What kind of first time do you think it is, Naimen?"
"Noit's nothing."
The topic has never gotten back on track - or in other words, no one wants to get the topic back on track. Naimen noticed the red brooch box and picked it up from the ground.
"Ever since I was in middle school, I've always imagined what kind of man the first man who invited me to his room would be, what kind of invitation it would be, and what kind of room it would be. Unfortunately, I have always imagined I have no luck with men, and this fantasy has never been realized. I don＊t like most of the men who like me, and the man I like doesn＊t have a room.§
As Annie spoke, she continued her efforts to sit up. She supported the bed board with her only elbow, slipped, supported the bed board again, slipped again, and it wasn't until her third try that she managed to raise her body a little higher.
"At that time, I thought the inviter would be a strange and handsome young man, slightly older than me in appearance, with a charming and mysterious charm. He may not necessarily be rich or powerful, but he can make people feel that he is powerful. Confidence and extraordinary ability, he should still be a powerful magician. Our acquaintance may be due to an accident, and the fetters of fate connect us. It should be a long-thought-out and carefully planned invitation. After a successful date, a room key quietly left on the table leads to a room that, although a bit dirty, is full of traces of its owner's interests, ambitions and hobbies. There should be several complete sets of research equipment in that room , densely packed bookshelves, sticky notes everywhere and security devices that can withstand any attack.§
Naimen opened the brooch box while listening to Anne's words. It was originally intended to be given to Anne Seifer by the nun, but it was delivered to Denica who came under the false name. It was this brooch that disturbed Denika's mood, allowing her to change back to her original identity, take the risk to lure the emperor from the tunnel, and start this magnificent day. For some reason, he turned slightly to the side and did not let Anne notice the small box.
"At that time, I must have never imagined how this goal would be ultimately achieved, right? I would lose two legs and an arm, and then be in a complete and deep coma, and be carried into my body as a piece of meat by a young boss of the opposite sex. The room is left on the bed. What kind of development should this be? The curiosity type? The cruelty type? [Beep] Toilet type? [Beep] Toy type? [Beep] Slave type?"
Naimen finally couldn't help but spit it out with a "pop" sound, and kept coughing. He had only heard of many of the proper nouns in Anne's words for the first time when he just listened to Anne's stories.
"Annie, what are you talking about! I don't understand!"
Anne finally gave up trying to sit up, leaned on the pillow and said with a smile: "Don't you understand? That's it for the ones at the back. The ones in the front should be able to understand, right? There have been four two inventions of printing in modern times. It's been over a hundred years, and you haven't bought any pornographic books? Who would believe it? If I were mobile, I would definitely be able to dig out pornographic books in this room - noSurely there are so many that you can compile a catalog of pornographic books? "
"Really, really not! If I had the spare money, I would rather buy a few more journals or materials! Learning as a magician costs a lot of money"
I don＊t know why, but Naimen＊s voice is getting smaller and smaller. Anne grasped this point keenly: "You really don't have any? Never read it?"
"If you are renting books"
"Is it just renting?"
"I bought it after viewing it and sold it second-hand, probably Um, Annie, can we change the topic?"
The blond girl weakly laughed "haha" twice before agreeing: "Okay. Let's talk about the female officer's uniform on the ground, how about that? I have to say, that outfit looks a little familiar - My size, right?"
Naimen quickly glanced at the ground, then immediately put it back: "This, this military uniform is"
"Hmm, um, keep making it up, Sir Sol Leighton?" Anillo's slightly stupid smile gradually became more ferocious, "This is obviously my first time in a men's room, and that's it for the beginning. How can I follow it up? The development is also the story of a super-expanded series? The first time I entered a man＊s room, there was a follow-up to the rape. I am really an incredible woman It seems that I can already see the options flying in the sky.§
"This, this military uniform is really not what you imagined!"
The military uniform was left behind by Denika, but it would be too complicated to talk about it. Naimen really didn't have the confidence or mood to explain this matter clearly but Annie had already started firing.
"The first possibility. This military uniform was taken out of my luggage. You traveled thousands of miles to bring this suit to Lenny, and you never left it for a moment even after a hard battle. From this point of view, You have the concentration of a true magician, Your Excellency, Chief Underwear Thief?"
Although his mind was filled with worries about the "real topic", after hearing this unfounded slander, Naimen still felt that he could not remain silent: "We have been fighting side by side for a whole night. Look at where I can hide my secret. The whole uniform!§
Anne waved her right hand and raised her second finger: "Then there is possibility two. The uniform is local to Lenny. As soon as you arrived in Lenny, you became a hero of the Free Army and immediately went around looking for beautiful female officers to hook up with. I It can be proved that you have never touched a woman in the few months in Stilburg or even Jena. So it is understandable that you want to vent your animal desires as soon as you return to Rennie. As the youngest in the history of fresh ** It is of course very easy for Your Excellency, the winner of the Chapter', a sweet-tongued pervert to hook up with a beautiful military officer"
"Combat plans must also pay attention to basic rationality, Staff Officer Seifer, did that beautiful officer leave my room naked?"
Naimen＊s powerful analytical ability and adaptability have once again come into play.
"Okay. So tenacious" Annie frowned and her smile became stiffer, "Possibility three! You made this military uniform according to my size half a year ago, or even earlier! No, Maybe not only military uniforms, but also maid outfits, nurse outfits, witch outfits, Dongyi outfits, even underwear, etc. I just wait for the war to end and return to Lenny with my retirement allowance to retire and become this uniformed perverted commander. Your Excellency! Yesterday morning when I returned to Lenny, I felt so horny that I kidnapped an innocent vagabond from the street for you, the new prostitute hero of the outstanding Chapter Lenny, to dress up and torture you! You have this in your hand That box must be the evidence Ha, ha, it must be!"
After saying such a series of rapid-fire words, Anne was already a little out of breath.
"Thatis really not what you think. It's a long story. This brooch should have belonged to you."
Naimen smiled helplessly and handed the box over. The blond girl took it dubiously, flicked her right index finger, and opened the lid of the box. She froze.
"To Anne Seifer," the note said. It was a nun's handwriting, but Anne didn't recognize it. She blushed and shrank back to the bed.
"You can't tell me is that military uniform a gift that was originally meant to be given to me?"
Misunderstanding, misunderstanding.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? out of course, this truth will not be told even if the mouth is broken. He just picked up the red officer's uniform from the ground, patted the dirt off, and slowly placed it on the bed.
※This brooch originally belonged to a nun.§
Anne took the brooch out of the box. It wasn't a very good material, but she pinned it on her clothes anyway. With only one hand, it seemed difficult for her to complete this task. She repeatedly inserted it several times, but failed to insert it into the thick cloth of the military uniform. Instead, the needle stuck in her right breast.There were drops of blood on his thumb.
Naimen approached the bed and asked, "Want to help?"
Anne nodded. "Of course. But it's a stupid question of yours."
Naimen took the brooch, lowered his head and started looking for the most suitable position to pin it on. Anne's tall and plump breasts stretched out a beautiful slope on the chest of her military uniform. He carefully placed his hand in the air, avoiding the alluring pair of breasts.
"Is there really no other way out?"
He inserted the brooch into the bloody military uniform, and the silver surface was stained with the bloody fragrance.
"Probably." Anne replied in a low voice, "The heroine of the script I have no choice but to resign. Fortunately, I have already finished the first act, so I can continue with the second act if I change the plot a little. Live. It＊s also pretty good in the legend.§
"But that is your credit after all"
Anne smiled again. There was not even a hint of dullness in her smile this time.
"For people like us, let alone credit, even the body is something outside the body. This body is already gone, so don't care about anything. If you really want to touch it, just touch it, right?"
Naimen＊s hand shook, and the brooch almost stuck on his finger.
He hurriedly adjusted the brooch, flicked his hand away from Anne's chest, and put it back behind his back.
"I'm serious. Don't touch me, you can do whatever you want? This is your room, I'm your [beep-] or [beep-] or [beep-] the name doesn't matter La."
Anne said in a calm tone some words that would be blocked in future publications, "It's the last time anyway, you can really ask for anything."
Naimen was stunned and shook his head vigorously: "Are you sure?"
Annie turned her head sideways and nodded vigorously.
Naimen still couldn＊t believe it. He stood up abruptly, turned around, lowered his head, looked into Anne's eyes almost from zero distance, and confirmed word for word for the third time: "Is it really okay to do anything? Any request?"
"Um."
Annie put her hand on her forehead, slowly closed her eyes, and breathed quickly. Her face was finally taken over by a flush, and her fingers had been fiddling with her hair unconsciously.
This beautiful gesture is so tempting. Naimen felt that there was a demon composed of malice deep in his heart that was sprouting, growing, and growing at an unparalleled speed.
The devil was whispering in his ear: Hurry, this is the last chance. For a beautiful girl who has no tomorrow and has lost her last ability to resist, what are you waiting for? No matter how intolerable the behavior is, no matter how unspeakable the request is, you can do it. If you miss this opportunity, you will never have it again.
And this voice is winning. He had to make that request, the one that had been lingering in the back of his mind for some time.
That would be a request that she could not imagine at all, shocking her and being extremely cruel.
Naimen took a deep breath: "Well, I have a request. Please give me an honest answer."
He leaned down.
He moved closer to her face.
So close that she and he could hear each other's breathing.
He asked in a whisper that only Anne could hear〞〞
"I want to know, how many years later was the magic of traveling through time completed?"
Annie's breathing paused, and the smile on her face and her fingers froze at the same time.
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