Black Knight From Blue Star

 Chapter 341: Accepting the mastermind of internal affairs

 Be tougher.

Hardy walked to the guest room on the left on the third floor, where Philaire was resting.

Hadi knocked on the door gently, and a clear female voice came from inside: "Who is it? Please come in."

Hardy opened the door and found that Philaire seemed to have just taken a shower. Her hair was still wet, her face was extremely clean, and she looked extremely pretty.

 “Ah…come back…”

 She was obviously happy when she saw Hadi, but then she thought of something, puffed up her cheeks and sat on the edge of the bed sullenly, neither looking at Hadi nor speaking.

Hadi sat next to her and smiled: "Long time no see."

Filer turned his head, seeming very angry, but did not leave Hadi's side.

Having experienced so many women, Hardy naturally knew that Philaire was just letting go of her dignity, so he took the initiative and said: "Some time ago, I went to the Elf Tribe. You should also know that it was a meeting of kings."

Hearing Hardy's words, Philaire's long ears twitched twice.

 Experienced people can tell the other party's current mood and attitude from the long ears of the elves.

 And Hardy is the experienced man.

 He spent some time with Lisa in his previous life, and had close contact with Lisa in the elves last month.

He knows very well how the ears of the elves will behave under what circumstances.

 Hardy took advantage of this opportunity and put his arms around the opponent's waist.

Filer only struggled slightly twice and then stopped moving.

Then when Hardy turned his head, he found that Philaire's face was flushed with embarrassment, and she was in a state of confusion and extreme shyness.

In this case, the other party probably wouldn't listen to anything Hardy said.

Then there is only one way.

  Stimulate her further and perform desensitization therapy.

 No matter what happens, as long as you have experienced it once or twice, you will be much calmer if you encounter it again.

More than two hours later, Hardy walked out of Philaire's room.

There is no way. After all, Philaire is still the first to kill, and his body is not used to it yet. The physical strength of the elves is also short, and they cannot support long-term games.

 Then Hardy saw a woman in the corridor.

The opposite person is wearing a tight robe, which is obviously very dense, but as long as one looks at the other person's face and eyes, one can feel that the other person is a very "astringent" woman.

So a truly **** woman doesn’t need to sell any meat at all. She just needs to lean in the corner and look at you casually, and you will feel that in this world, spring flowers are romantic and autumn frost is falling.

“We meet again.” Hardy walked up to the other party and said with a smile, “I don’t know your name yet.”

Last time in the dream, when three people were fighting together, there were only modal particles and no other communication.

 But it feels like everything has been exchanged.

 Merge with each other.

 “Clea-Petola.” The succubus smiled lightly, her eyes full of spring tidbits.

When Hardy heard the name, he felt it was familiar. Then he thought for a moment and said, "Queen Misrvatar, Petola the Ageless?"

"That's me." Petola walked up to Hardy and put her hands on Hardy's shoulders: "What, do you think I'm an old woman?"

 Hardy laughed: "For immortals, there are no old women, only ugly women!"

Hahaha!

Petola laughed so hard: "You kid is really good at talking."

child? There is something strange about Hardy.

Petola closed the distance with Hadi again, and the two of them were almost face to face: "Of course you are a child in my eyes. Sophie is my daughter."

Oh I got it.

Hardy nodded in acknowledgment.

Petola was a little surprised at this time: "I thought you would feel... a little guilty of conscience."

Hardy raised his eyebrows slightly, he wouldn't mind these things.

 After all...Lisa and Philare are also mother and daughter, and he doesn't mind at all.

Seeing Hardy's indifferent expression, Petola couldn't help but sigh: "All the intelligent races in this world say that we succubi act exaggeratedly and are promiscuous by nature. But compared to you humans, we still seem to be inferior. Serve something.”

 “Do you mind?” Hardy asked with a smile.

"That's not the case." Petola looked at the young man full of love: "If other men with similar abilities want to do this, I won't be willing to do it. But you are an exception. Listen to Sophie, you want me to be you retainer?"

Hardy nodded.

There is nothing to hide in this matter.

"I have been a queen for decades, and I have also governed a huge country." Petola said with a smile: "For someone like me to only govern one county, isn't it a bit overkill? ?”

 “There’s nothing we can do about it.” Hardy spread his hands.

If the other party didn't lie, then he really couldn't keep a woman like her.

"Although I'm not interested in your small territory, nor am I interested in money." Petola stroked Hadi's face, her eyes bewitching: "But I am very interested in you as a person. Maybe we can use a A special way to trade.”

"I can probably guess what it is." Hardy put his arms around the other person's waist.

I have to say that Sophie’s mother is, to some extent, more attractive than Sophie.

  After all, she was the queen who fascinated the entire dynasty.

"The succubus needs essence." Petola pressed her face against Hardy's chest, like a bird clinging to a human being: "But some essences are both filling and delicious. And some are pure. I really like the taste of shit-flavored pasta, so how about letting me breathe in your sperm once a week?”

 Hardy knew this would be the case.

 He frowned slightly.

Based on his understanding of succubi, once a week is too little, right?

But when Petola saw Hardy frowning, he thought he didn't like it.

 There’s no way, it’s a seller’s market now.

After having a taste of someone in the nightmare space, Petola felt that she had found the "dream love", the kind of person who would never let go in her lifetime.

"Then once a month." Petola gritted her teeth and said helplessly: "If it takes longer, I will starve to death. Besides, you don't want me to get in touch with other men."

Hadi thought about it for a while, nodded and said, "Then once a month."

Hearing Hadi’s promise, Petola finally felt relieved. She smiled and said, “How about your respected Sir Hadi pay your salary in advance? When I have enough to eat and drink, I will have the strength to work for you.”

"Okay." Hardy thought for a while and said, "Call Sophie together."

Petola's whole body was pressed into Hadi's arms, and she muttered like a little girl: "I thought I could eat alone, but I didn't expect you to be more greedy than me."

 Greedy?

Hardy doesn’t think so.

 As a great lord who is unmarried and has no offspring, Hardy's behavior is normal.

 Meets the expectations of everyone in the territory.

 (End of this chapter)