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Seth raised his chin at the blonde: "Anna, get out."

The blond glanced at Anderson and reluctantly left the room.

Seth made an inviting gesture towards the bed: "Will you take it off yourself, or shall I take it off for you?" He paused, and meaningfully pulled the white gloves on his fingertips: "If I help you take it off, maybe It will be a little more intense."

It's more than a little bit intense.

Anderson wanted to leave, but Seth forcibly grabbed his shoulder.The linen shirt was ripped open, revealing his bare chest.Anderson's fever had just subsided, and he was physically weak. He punched Seth in the lower abdomen and didn't respond. He took two steps back and wanted to lean against the wall.As soon as he left, he was pulled back by someone's arm. Seth embraced the person in his arms with one arm, and choked him with one free hand threateningly.

Anderson felt the force on his neck was no joke.

He dropped his hands, giving up resistance.

Seth also loosened the strength in his hands, embraced him with both hands, bowed his head and kissed his collarbone from behind.His voice was a little hoarse: "Shall I hold you to bed?"

Vincent advises women who have sex with Seth like this-as long as you give up resistance, he can be as gentle as a lover.

"You look like a cornered cat right now."

Anderson smiled dryly: "Thank you for being able to do it. Make love to your former master's face."

Seth smelled of the coolness of taking a bath with mint leaves after a journey, and it smelled cold in late autumn.His hand slid from Anderson's waist to his chest, stopped at two o'clock, and then turned all the way back to his lower abdomen.Seth smiled: "Maybe I've been, always longing to do this. Touch his delicate skin with my palm, feel the temperature of his heart with my lips..."

Vincent also described Seth in this way, he is good at flirting with sullenness.

"I just thought, if Anderson Lancaster was still alive, how much he would hate you."

Seth didn't speak, his arms were strong and powerful, and he carried Anderson to the bed, silently trying to tear off his shorts and leggings.

Anderson sneered: "Fortunately, he died. Otherwise, you would not only betray him, but also insult him and violate him—isn't it? The well-behaved Marquis Elberd, the Templar knight conferred by His Majesty himself, the Royal Knight The leader of the regiment..."

Further words were forcibly sealed by Seth's kiss.He kissed deeply, without touching tentatively, and swept directly into the mouth.When Ryan kissed people, he was always careless, touching and sucking casually, and pinching his face to finish the job, but Seth's kiss was very domineering.The tingling sensation from the tip of his tongue and the trembling of his body almost destroyed his nerves.

In bed with anyone, he didn't want to be in bed with Seth, and Anderson turned his head away, but Seth forced his jaw back, forcing him to concentrate.

He hated Seth, yet had to make love to him.

Anderson could feel Seth's hand begin to caress his crotch, and he did respond accordingly.

Seth straightened up suddenly and opened Anderson's mouth, but he had already chewed and swallowed the food: "What did you eat just now?"

"Elf leaves. Liberals carry them with them when they perform missions. They are specially targeted at the torture and interrogation of your Royal Knights." Anderson looked at him and swallowed one last time: "It won't kill people, but it will make people lose consciousness for a whole day —Of course it’s one thing whether you can wake up or not. I don’t believe that the Marquis...is interested in rape..."

Seeing the people below him talking and closing their eyes, their faces began to turn pale, and Seth's face turned green.

He thought of the body of the 17-year-old boy that was gradually freezing in his arms five years ago.He kissed the young man's lips, which were cold; he kissed the young man's eyes, which were closed tightly; he kissed the young man's hand, which hung down lifelessly.

Seeing the Marquis coming out of the room, the short and thin butler followed suit: "Adjutant Abel asked about the funds, please take the time to go back to the Hot Spring Palace. Baron Vincent wants to report to you the pharmacist who escaped..." The butler said a little Embarrassed: "What about the gentleman in the room?"

"Tell Vincent that I don't know where the pharmacist he is looking for is. Anyway, don't say that the pharmacist is with me. He will live in that room in the future and is not allowed to go out. Don't tell anyone about him. I will Report to His Majesty." Seth replied while walking, and he suddenly stopped: "Oh, yes, egg."

The housekeeper froze for a moment, touching his bald forehead.He saw Seth enter the room again and come out with a stunted dragon egg in his hand.

The butler asked cautiously: "Marquis, do you want this dragon egg..."

Seth thought for a while: "Hatch out."

When Seth was busy writing a defense report for Curtis, Ryan had just wandered into Fort Aiye.

Castle Aiye was built on the cliff at the southernmost coast of Denton, silently watching the travelers from the north.It is said that it was built by the first king of Denton for his younger brother, and the history is as old as Denton.The castle is majestic and majestic, the towering towers are entwined with ivy, and the black basalt base is covered with dense gray-white barnacles, which remain motionless in the washing of the waves.

The fishermen under the protection of the Duke of Aiye live together under the cliff, and it was originally a small fishing village.Fishermen often fish up a rare white stone from the bottom of the sea, carve it into portraits and patterns, and make it into bracelets and brooches, gradually attracting a large number of businessmen.This kind of handicraft carved with deep-sea white stone is called shell stone carving, and it is widely loved and pursued by the nobles in the east and middle.For quite a long time, the aristocratic ladies in the court were proud of hanging a string of famous shellfish carvings on their ivory necks.

This fishing village has gradually developed into a prosperous town, and it is called Aiye Town because it is close to Aiye Fort.

Wealthy free merchants, cargo ships with solid keels, jewelry stores, shellfish carving workshops, fisherman's seafood markets, taverns and hotels, even if the Aiye Castle they are attached to was looted five years ago, people can immediately seek refuge with their new owners, Aiye Town Under the castle, the former prosperity was soon restored.

There is a small shellstone carving workshop near the dock at the southernmost part of the town, where the shellstones salvaged from the sea are firstly processed before being placed in high-end jewelry stores.Bei stone carving is a specialty of Aiye Town, and there are countless workshops. When it comes to "Deep Blue Love", all colleagues praise it.

The workshop was dimly lit, with a "Deep Blue Love" sign hanging on the door, and "Joe Custer" written in cursive script on the brass door plate.

There are all kinds of shellstone carvings piled up on the table in the processing workshop. The finished ones are placed in an iron box, the rough stones are scattered on the table, and the failed products are scattered all over the floor.Next to the small window is an old wooden table. 60-year-old Joe Custer carefully carves a shellstone bracelet with a knife.He squinted and carved each stone on the bracelet into a summer flower.

His grandson Owen Kester was pushing the door and came in with an excited face: "Old man, do you think I brought someone here?!"

He is just in his early 20s, with short blond curly hair and sea-colored eyes. He has a warm and active personality, unwilling to be bound by a dark workshop, and dreams of becoming a knight.

"This is the circus from Cole, who lives in our house and is willing to pay one gold coin per day."

The old technician was not interested: "Let them stay in the hotel, we have no spare space here. Come and help me polish these primitives into diamond shapes."

The young man standing behind Owen Kester suddenly took a step forward and stood in front of the old technician.

This is a handsome man.His long black wavy hair hangs over his shoulders, his eyes are slightly narrowed, and he always looks at people with a kind of cynical banter.He wore a fine linen shirt with a thick gold watch chain.

The man suddenly bent down, covered his shoulders with one hand, and bowed exaggeratedly: "Mr. Custer's exquisite skills-I have been to many places, and your stone carving works are widely praised everywhere. People say Different luster determines the value of rough stones, but I think the hard work of the creators is the key to making shellfish stone carving treasures."

Half an hour later, Ryan and his circus members successfully found an empty room behind the "Deep Blue Heart" shop and settled down.

At dinner, Ryan accompanied the old man to drink mead.

"My name is Ryan, Ryan Black. Please allow me to introduce my circus to you. This is our charming harp player, Cecilia, who is known as the princess of the northern forest. She once performed solo for the royal family..."

The handyman Bill asked one of the two clowns in a low voice: "Is it okay for the boss to brag like that?"

The clown yawned: "It's okay, he's been blowing for a whole day. You know, the boss didn't know what the shell stone carving is until yesterday."

While drinking, Ryan kept noticing Owen Custer who was sitting with him.Apart from his interest in new things outside Aiye Castle, he has always had a sullen expression.Ryan also poured him a glass of wine: "Unhappy?"

"none of your business."

The old technician drank too much, and Owen also drank a lot.Ryan patted him on the shoulder: "Maybe it will be useful to tell me."

"why?"

Ryan was sure that the young man had drunk too much, and chuckled softly: "Because I was ordered to protect you with my life."

"I want to join the Royal Knights." The young man put his wine glass on the table with a bang: "I hate Fort Aiye, I hate shell carvings, I want to be a knight!"

Back in the room at night, the harp woman asked Ryan: "If Prince Ansair wants to join the Royal Knights, will it be difficult for us?"

Ryan stretched his waist: "No, the task I received is only to protect Prince Ansair's safety. As for whether he wants to join the Royal Knights, it's none of our business."

He dug out a small stack of snow-white papers from his luggage and began to write to Anderson: "Baby, I know that if I die protecting others, you will be jealous, so..."