The Sun King's Evidence

"I'm just saying casually, my lady, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen is of course you." Ryan was shocked, thinking that the fairy in the lake was peeping at him! So the God-chosen champion of the Lake Fairy could only give in immediately: "I'm just talking casually, casually talking, I can't describe the lady's face to this imperial businessman, can I?"

"You'd better think clearly about your current identity before you speak." The voice of the fairy in the lake disappeared.

"What's wrong, Mr. Lane?" Oliver asked curiously when he saw Lane's face turning red and white.

"No, I think I drank too much. It's time to go back." Ryan couldn't tell what happened, so he signaled that it was time to leave.

"Hey, I left so early, and there is a performance by the song and dance troupe next!" Oliver felt strange.

"No, let's go." After Ryan took Veronica to say goodbye to several nobles and the Archbishop of the Ocean Church, he left the banquet venue.

Walking out of the city hall, the hot atmosphere and bright lights disappeared in an instant, leaving behind the cold air of the winter night, the bright moonlight, the lonely rows of street lamps, and the sparse crowds. The splendor and excitement followed. As he walked away, all that was left was emptiness. This momentary gap made the young apprentice Catherine very reluctant to let go. She looked at the still-hot city hall behind her with nostalgia.

"Catherine?" Veronica, who was walking in front, discovered the situation of the young apprentice. The woman was dissatisfied at first, but she soon understood the young apprentice's state of mind, so she said coldly: "Hurry up, or you can be alone Continue to attend the party.”

"No, mentor, I'll come right away!" Catherine was so frightened that her face turned pale. The witches of Jialan were quite strict and even strict with their apprentices. Apprentices who made mistakes would be punished in various ways, including a small amount of corporal punishment. Some old, perverted witches would deliberately leave scars on the faces of beautiful female apprentices.

Although this is a rare case.

What is even more frightening is the jealousy and bullying among classmates. Mentors are always more inclined to listen to the words of older apprentices who are trusted by them. Therefore, some scheming students will always deceive others and steal others' information. The fruits of labor are attributed to oneself, even through frame-up and violence.

Of course, Jialan will also supervise these behaviors, but the instructor's orders are absolute, so some phenomena are unavoidable.

Veronica was pretty good to her little apprentice, not very good, not too bad. When she saw Catherine trotting to keep up with her, the Witch of Gloria didn't say anything. The luxuriously decorated carriage came, Veronica Ka stretched out his hands towards Ryan, and Ryan gently carried the witch onto the carriage. This kind of medieval dress is particularly troublesome and easy to tear when going up and down stairs, and is only suitable for walking on flat roads with carpets.

Inside the hot city hall, a tall and thin man wearing men's button-up clothes and tight pants quietly walked up to Anida. His face was unhealthy pale, even faintly purple, and he heard After saying something in Anida's ear, the president of the Aesthetic Society smiled charmingly and said to Earl Huron in front of him: "I'm sorry, Edmund, please allow me to excuse you."

"Oh! No, no, dear Anida, please don't mind me. I'm here waiting for you to come back." Standing in front of Anida was a young nobleman from Marienburg's House of Lords, Edmund - Huron, this young man was only in his twenties. Because his father died suddenly after an accident, he became the owner of the Earl of Huron. This young man was very poor in painting and painting. He is quite accomplished in sculpture.

After a grand painting exhibition, he met Anida and became madly in love and obsessed with this beautiful president of the Aesthetic Society. He did not hesitate to use all his financial resources to please him, even in order to attract Anida. attention and abuse of power.

"I think I may not come back, Edmund, would you like to attend the banquet tomorrow night?" Anida's beautiful face looked full of regret.

"Oh! Of course!" Edmund nodded desperately: "I miss the wonderful feeling when we discuss art together."

"Then see you tomorrow." Anida and her servant left. Edmund stared at Anida's figure, and even Schultz didn't notice when he came to him: "Edmund?"

"Edmund? Edmund??" It wasn't until some dissatisfied voices called continuously that the young earl came back to his senses: "Your Excellency Schultz? Bishop Aldrich?"

"Edmund, we are asking you. Tomorrow our House of Lords will meet to discuss matters related to taxation. The Winter Veil Festival will begin in a month. In this war, the emperor won a great victory and captured a lot of money. , we plan to lower the tax rate appropriately to attract the emperor to hand over his seizures to Marienburg... Edmund, are you listening?" Archbishop Aldrich said dissatisfiedly, because he found that the young man was distracted.

"Oh, no, I won't go. I have to prepare well to attend Anida's banquet tomorrow." The young man said quickly.

"Edmund, this is the third time you have not attended the meeting of the House of Lords. Your father has never done this. Don't always hang out with Anida. This is not good for you." Schulz said dissatisfiedly, The Grand Duke of Marienburg has realized what the Aesthetic Society is.

"No, no, Anida will not harm me." Edmund shook his head repeatedly, and then walked away: "I'm sorry, I won't attend tomorrow's meeting."

"Sigh, I wonder how old Huron would feel if he has a spirit in heaven and sees his son become like this." Aldrich and Schultz looked at each other and sighed.

Anida and her servant hurriedly walked out of the city hall and took a carriage back to their residence. The tall and thin man spoke in a low voice, his voice hissing like a poisonous tongue: "President, the man named Ryan, we are investigating Knowing his background, he is a barbarian who can fight and is very, very dangerous. It seems that he came here to hunt down Bert."

"The barbarian is indeed a barbarian, and he is actually indifferent to my beauty~" Anida's eyes glowed with purple blood: "I really want to dismember him and see what's inside his internal organs."

"President, we can't let that damn fallen hunter threaten our plans. I think we..."

"No, Belt is still useful, so there is no need to kill him now... Hehe, how about we arrange a wonderful show, a show that can make people feel extremely happy..."

"I obey your instructions."

The night carries its own secrets.

No. 53 Amber Avenue.

"Catherine, go make two cups of hot milk." Veronica just walked into the large living room and reached out to take off the long and heavy skirt of the evening dress, revealing the short skirt and long legs underneath. Witch of Gloria first asked her female apprentice to make some milk for herself, then sat next to Ryan and leaned on his shoulder: "What's the gain?"

"I want to hear what you learned first." Ryan took the woman's hand and motioned for her to speak first.

This has always been the case, Veronica is better in logical thinking and analytical skills, while Ryan is good at making decisions and finding the most advantageous way to deal with various rules.

"It seems that the president of the Aesthetic Society has a very high reputation in the upper class of Marienburg. When she was talking to you, at least 60% of the men in the banquet were diverted. When she invited you When attending the banquet, at least 40% of the men were happy at first, but then felt that you don't know taste and what beauty is." Veronica leaned lazily on the soft chair, and then laughed: "Just Like the Oliver you know, I think you have no taste."

"I don't understand taste? Are you laughing at yourself?" Ryan untied his tie, looked at the unchanged expression on Veronica's face, and suddenly said: "I can understand why a talented woman like Theresa The Warlock will be overwhelmed by you, I think if she encounters the situation like Oliver, she will get angry and even take action on the spot."

"What can I gain by arguing with that idiot? Can I improve my reputation? Can I learn more spells? Can I get any material rewards? Can I improve my status in your heart? If not, What do I care about with him? Do you hate me because he looks down on me?" Veronica sneered and asked again and again: "I would rather these people treat me as a vase... In short, I don't recommend that you be open about beauty. Go ahead, that woman is very influential.”

Ryan looked at Veronica with caution in his eyes.

This woman is really powerful. In the words of the Chinese people, she has a deep palace and is very good at cultivating qi. Maybe Teresa is not inferior to her in magic, but compared with these ways of life and various scheming, women Warlocks are much worse.

While following Ryan, Theresa was always eager to prove herself, while Veronica was like a vase, but... the final effect was completely different.

Such a woman, she really...

Seeing the man's eyes flickering, a trace of panic flashed through Veronica's beautiful almond eyes. She quickly held Ryan's hand and raised the corners of her mouth: "What's wrong? Are you afraid of me?"

"No, I just think you are very powerful." Sitting next to the woman, Ryan took the milk brought by Catherine and drank it all in one gulp: "It's a strange feeling. I don't know how to explain it. I don't know how to be a partner with you." Are people right..."

"What are you talking about?" Veronica's face looked calm, but her voice was slightly trembling: "I don't understand what you mean, please make it clear... okay, Ryan?"

"It's nothing, I just think there is a reason why Theresa can't compete with you. She is already good enough, but she just met you who is even better." Ryan shook his head and expelled some thoughts from his mind: "Being able to be with you It is also an honor for me to be a partner.”

"Huh~" Veronica took a deep breath, she felt her whole body was exhausted: "Don't scare me."

"Hahaha~"

The night is getting deeper and Amber Avenue is getting quieter.

In the master bedroom on the second floor, the lights were still on. Ryan stood in front of the window and looked into the distance, while Veronica sat in front of the dressing table. The woman placed two silver crescent earrings on the dressing table. Wearing thick carpets imported from southern countries, there is a large velvet bed in the middle of the room. The left side of the bed is filled with style lamps and clothes hangers. There is also a fitting room filled with witches' items. Clothes and shoes, the congresswomen in Garland are always in need of these things. Veronica’s clothes are not too much, only three wardrobes. Ryan remembers that Teresa’s mother Aurora’s clothes are in two rooms. It can’t even be installed.

"Jacob's arrival shows that the matter is serious. We should speed up the pace." Ryan was still thinking about what happened all day today. The amount of news was too heavy for him to handle.

"The key to the problem is where Belt is hiding? Is it a gladiatorial arena? Is it an underground tunnel? Or is it the Beauty Club?" Veronica frowned, and she suddenly looked at Ryan: "Lian... can you sleep next door at night? "

"Is that so? I still want to hug you." Ryan's tone was a little dissatisfied.

The Witch of Jialan turned around slightly and leaned on the man's chest and said: "That's not what I meant, I just said... We are in the same room tonight, and you have to push me around. How can I have time to think about things?" ah!"

"Okay, I think you're right. Let me go out for a walk and see if I can get some new information from the citizens and shop owners." Ryan is not the kind of person who is full of dirty thoughts, like A fool who knows how to cling to women like a piece of dog-skin plaster, of course he knows what is light and what is serious.

Veronica breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this. She knew that Ryan was no longer the famous knight errant a few years ago.

He is now the God-chosen champion of the Fairy of the Lake, a legendary mid-level human hero. He has taken the initiative among partners. Although he needs the help of spellcasters, he has no worries about finding legendary spellcasters to partner with him. In other words, the current situation is that Veronica needs him more. He loves her, but he does not tolerate it without a bottom line. He does not owe her.

She didn't want to conflict with him.

"It doesn't matter to me whether you like to go out and mess around or invite people to come to the house, but I warn you, you are not allowed to touch my apprentice." Veronica pursed her lips first, looked into the distance, and stretched out a hand to caress her. Ryan's chest, his fingers drew circles on Ryan's chest, and then he raised his head and looked at Ryan with bright eyes: "If you touch her, I won't do anything to you, but poor Catherine will die from this world. What will happen to the little girl who disappears on the Internet and disobeys her instructor’s orders? Guess what?”

"I'm not the kind of man who would die without a woman for a day!" Ryan complained, but the witch obviously didn't believe him: "Oh? Really? Don't tell me that you are staying with our little Princess Gloria. You haven’t done anything for so long?”

"I really didn't do anything." Ryan complained continuously: "If nothing else, think about it Veronica, if I really touched her, it would be troublesome!"

"My great knight is still very smart!" Veronica finally let him go on this issue: "Go out for a walk, my great knight."

"Good night, my great witch!" Ryan gave a good night kiss on the back of Veronica's hand.

"Good night." Veronica also pecked Ryan on the face.

Ryan changed into clean ordinary clothes, then put his one-handed sword behind his back, combed his black hair a little, and left his new home.

Leaving Amber Avenue, Ryan followed the long road to his destination today - Twilight Street.

The dark sky cannot conceal the enthusiasm of the citizens of Marienburg. Many streets are always open 24 hours a day. If Ryan wants to find out the news, the best place to go is on those streets that never sleep. The news there is the best in the city. .

As usual, Twilight Street was open to the public 24 hours a day, but Ryan saw an acquaintance among the bustling crowds on the street.

"Hey! Why is he here too?"

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