Hotel on the mountain

The mansion where Sander lives is located in the center of the White City. It occupies a large area. The house has a dumbbell structure and is surrounded by a large number of green belts and a small number of gardens.

Using the cover of the trees, Thorard trotted softly and slowly from the base of the wall to the corner of the building. Anyone he saw walking around would go up and stun them and then drag them aside. This method of action was so fast that when he stood under the wall, he saw Bolani hiding in the bushes, looking around, and then immersed in his own world - needlessly moving between multiple bunkers. Tossing around, pretending that there are many people around, hiding frequently.

"Alas." Thorad sighed, kicked a stone at his feet and threw it towards Bolanni, giving him a precise blow on the head. Only then did Bolany see Thorad, who was wearing light armor, starting to climb up through the cracks in the bricks on the wall. He rubbed his head, ducked under the wall, jumped up, grabbed a window edge of the second floor window, and began to jump up quickly.

The banquet in the hall was over, and Obsward followed Sander, trying hard to remember every passage he passed so that he wouldn't get lost if he needed to escape. They walked around, went up to the third floor, and entered an elegantly decorated study. Obsward sat on a wooden chair covered with soft cushions, subconsciously hugged the pillow beside the armrest, and began to wait for San Virtue's question.

At this time, Sander was pouring wine, so Obsward looked at the layout of the room, but when he turned his head, he saw Thorad's iconic helmet sticking out from the window, and he froze. Clean up loudly. Obsward's hanging heart finally relaxed a little.

But Thorad was puzzled - where had Bolani gone? Shouldn't he follow him?

Polanyi, who climbed in through an open window on the third floor, was also thinking about this question - shouldn't stealth be about entering the building? So where did Thorad go?

But he didn't have time to think about it, because a sound of footsteps had already come from the corner of the corridor. With quick eyes and quick hands, Bolanni immediately opened a room with the door ajar and jumped in. There were rows and rows of files neatly stacked in the room. After a quick glance, Polanyi realized that this might be an accountant's office. But why are there beds in the office?

The footsteps were very close, and Polanyi quickly hid under the bed. It seemed that four or five people walked into the room together, and a more majestic voice among them said: "Empty all the things related to work. Flowers. Put it there, put the wine there, and put these odds and ends in the drawer over there. Move that chair in, and move those tables away. And you, change the sheets and bedding quickly! Before that person comes back, otherwise, if the master gets angry, you will know the consequences."

As a rebellious aristocratic young master, Polanyi quickly understood the meaning of all these arrangements. He was considered well-informed, but at this moment, there was still a trace of curiosity and the erotic scenes that young people longed for boiling in his mind. The corners of Bolanni's mouth curled up slightly, without any sense of nervousness or embarrassment that a stalker should have.

He even started to take care of his hair and clothes under the bed, thinking about the lines and emotions he would say when he got out from under the bed.

Not long after, he saw the door open again. He hurriedly turned his head and saw a pair of smaller shoes coming into his eyes. As soon as the owner of the shoes entered the door, he sat beside the bed, took off his shoes and exposed his body. A pair of fair and slender legs and feet. Bolani pressed his hands on the bottom of the bed, as if he could feel the weight of the person on the bed through the momentary sinking. He looked at the delicate ankles again, and already imagined a gorgeous scene in his mind.

"Sure enough, the outside world is exciting enough." Polanyi thought.

He saw the owner of the room walking to a certain table again, and heard a "pop" sound, like the sound of a thick piece of paper hitting the table - the owner walked to the other end of the room again, There was a sound of rushing water at one end...

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After pouring the red wine, Sander sat in front of Obsward. With his handsome face as clear as a statue, he approached Obsward and whispered softly: "Cheers to your victory tonight."

Obsward raised his glass and tried to smile out of his beaten-out facial muscles.

"You know?" Sander's voice was very gentle, "You are obviously so thin, but the power you burst out is so - impactful."

"Well, it's a matter of life and death." Obsward was not used to having a man so close to him, but he didn't dare to show that he wanted to stay away from him in front of Sander, so he had to endure this kind of interaction after the privacy distance was broken. Intense discomfort.

"Xiao De, can I call you 'Xiao De'?" Sander took a sip of red wine.

"Of course, sir, you can call me whatever you want."

After hearing this, Xander was obviously very happy. He smiled and said, "Then, can you do whatever I want with you?"

Obsward's smile froze.

He subconsciously looked out the window and found that Thorad's figure was not revealed, but he knew that Thorad was outside the window, and he was thinking hard about whether to take Sander down now and force him to find out what they wanted. But Obsward was afraid of Sander's strength shown these times and felt that things should wait a little longer, so he didn't shout out words like "Help".

"What's wrong?" Xander noticed that Obsward was a little distracted, so he asked.

"No, it's nothing." Obsward responded and explained, "I just felt that it was getting very late."

Xander's tongue poked out a little and wiped his lower lip. He stood up and smiled strangely: "That's just right, isn't it?"

Although Obsward didn't know what Sander meant, it didn't stop him from feeling scared from the bottom of his heart - "Are you going to kill yourself on the spot and then find a place to bury him in the dark? No, no. Yes, there is no need for Sander to bury me in the dark. Could it be that he found out that I was loyal to Jetro, so for the sake of the Raya family, he planned to bury me in the dark? "

Obsward became more and more frightened as he thought about it. At this moment, Sander came over and pulled him up, saying, "Come to a place with me, Xiaode. We will have a lot of fun tonight."

Obsward nodded dullly and was taken out of the study by Sander. Along the way, Obsward's sense of uneasiness became stronger and stronger. He found that Sander led him to an empty corridor. At the end of the corridor, there was a room with a red carpet at the door, and servants standing on both sides. The door to the room was closed. No matter how you looked at it, it felt like the last funeral.

"Murder in a secret room?! Dismember the body?!" Obsward's heartbeat accelerated. When they were halfway there, Obsward quickly shouted, "Lord Sander, I think..." But he As soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Xander——

"Huh? What do you think?"

"I, I think..." Obsward was stared at by Sander. He felt that his life would be in danger if he said "no", so he changed the words "want to go home" to, "I need to" Go shit."

As soon as these words came out, Sander's eyes immediately changed. The tenderness in his eyes had turned into deep disgust. He moved away from Obswold with his hands behind his back and said with great disgust: " get out."

Obsward didn't understand what happened, but that didn't stop him from retreating quickly after leaving. But before he could turn around and take a few steps, a Bolanyi scream suddenly came from the room at the end of the corridor——

"Fuck! A man?!"

"Bolani?!" Obsward was shocked. When he turned around, he saw Sander's spiritual energy floating around him like ashes. He ran towards the room at the end with all his strength, knocking it away like a god of death. He opened the door of the room, looked stunned and roared:

"Let him go!"

Obsward knew something was wrong. He glanced out the window and saw Thorad's figure flashing past the window of the corridor like an afterimage. But he didn't dare to run forward directly. He knew that he was not exposed yet and had room to move, so Obsward hurriedly jumped around a corner and took out a piece of psychic letter paper and a piece of paper he had collected close to him. A small piece of psychic crystal.

He pressed the paper against the wall, bit his finger, and wrote a brief sentence tremblingly: "The conflict has begun."

Wrap the psychic letter paper around the crystal and crush it into pieces. The letter paper then turns into crystal light and disappears into the air.