It seemed as if everything seemed so natural, as if everything I had just experienced had been forgotten, leaving only fatigue and a slight pain.

Sitting quietly in the darkness, suddenly Ribo discovered that this town was obviously particularly suitable for someone who likes to think.

The serenity and tranquility here, the distantness here and the hustle and bustle here, the ancient, the old here, everything here can make a thinker concentrate.

The only thing that could make him lose his spirit was Miss Frera, who was naked on the bed with her beautiful buttocks raised high.

The graceful lines looked so charming and full of temptation under the reflection of the dim moonlight cast through the thin curtains.

Ruibo even had an impulse to turn over and vent his anger on this wonderful body.

At this moment, he began to regret it. He shouldn't have refused the beautiful waitress just now, otherwise he would have a target to vent.

In order to completely extinguish the burning desire, Ruibo walked out of the hotel and obviously stayed in that beautiful room without any help in restraining desire.

Walking leisurely on this narrow road, under the dim lights and dark moonlight, a quiet and peaceful rural town appeared before him.

All the ancient buildings on both sides of the street are made of civil structures.

The exterior wall of the wooden house is wrapped in white pine bark. The scale-shaped bark reflects undulating ripples in the moonlight.

People living here obviously have enough leisure, so they can see exquisitely carved wooden house doors and windows everywhere.

Like that hotel, there are strings of bacon hanging under the eaves of every house, and the back garden is neatly piled with chopped wood as fuel.

The leisurely town residents stood at the door, gathered together in groups of three or five and chatted.

As Rebow walked past them, the town residents would stop and stare at the mysterious outsider curiously.

It was obvious that all kinds of speculation about these new travelers were spreading everywhere in the town.

Ruibo walked straight to the narrow alley that seemed to have obviously been eroded by a long period of time.

A stream flows through the front of the alley, and a wooden bridge is flying over it, and a corridor house is built on it.

On one end of the stream is a waterfall running down from the mountainside. The waterfall hits the rocks below and makes loud noises.

Suddenly, a series of tiny footsteps broke the silent night. Ruibo subconsciously pulled out the thin thorn sword on his waist, and the dagger hidden in the sleeve of his left hand slid into his palm.

Hiding his figure in the shadow of the farmhouse next to him, Rebow looked back. He wanted to know where Kelle was hiding at this moment, but he was absolutely sure that Kelle must have watched his every move somewhere.

Let his heart calm down a little, and Ruibo carefully glided in the shadows of the bushes.

He walked here almost silently, far from being comparable to those sneaky guys just now.

While slowly approaching where the sound came, he gently wiped the sharp blade of the thin sword and dagger with a rag.

He almost died under the poison twice, Ruibo naturally knew the poison very well, and even gradually fell in love with this slow but absolutely deadly killing weapon.

Ruibo was getting closer and closer to where the sound had just been made in front of him, and now he was becoming more and more sure that at least four people were lurking there.

Although I don't know what those lurkers are, they will make such a sound and breathe so heavily that it is obviously impossible for those people who are good at assassinating targets behind and in the shadows.

This made Rebbo feel a little relieved, because he is now increasingly able to understand everything that Kelle taught him.

Darkness has become his best friend. In this darkness, unless his opponent has extraordinary skills like Foster and the fallen Paladin, he will not be worried or afraid at all.

The only exception is that if the person he faces is also a guy with the same profession as him, this is the opponent that Ruibo is least willing to meet.

Moving forward carefully, Rebbo's heart became calmer and calmer, because he did not receive a warning from Kelle.

He was hiding in a sparse forest, and he was hiding behind a big tree closest to the outside.

In the distance is a deserted three-story castle, which may be a fortification built during a civil strife.

But now this castle has obviously become the place where a lonely person who wants to stay away from the world.

The tightly closed wooden windows, the simple horse shed, and the bouquets planted on the towering lookout all showed signs of inhabitedness.

Although I couldn't see clearly, Ruibo had found the culprit who made him suspicious.

They were four teenagers, one of them was about the same age as himself, and the other three were obviously much younger, and the youngest one was probably only about ten years old.

These rural children were lying under the fortress's wall, as if they were looking at something there.

A false alarm caused Ruibo's original troubles to disappear without a trace.

Just as he was about to leave the playful children quietly, he suddenly heard a "wow" sound and saw all the children flew away in scattered areas.

The youngest boy obviously couldn't run fast, and in panic he fell to the ground.

At this moment, a person suddenly ran up from the cellar.

Fitting the dim moonlight, Ruibo clearly saw that it was a very beautiful woman. Although her hair was a little messy, it was combed into a noble cloud bun, which proved her noble identity.

She held a long skirt in one hand, but obviously she just used the skirt to cover her naked body and carried a whip in the other hand.

The lady ran quickly to the child who fell to the ground, and she grabbed the unfortunate child's hair and pulled him out of the ground.

The noble lady, who was full of anger, didn't even care about the slipping skirt quietly. She twisted the child over and raised the whip in her hand and whipped it hard.

This beat made the child scream, but his whine could only make his companions escape faster.

After a while, another man walked out of the cellar. He looked a little thin and his clothes were very simple.

"Okay, Nora, let him go. Anyone is always full of curiosity at his age." The man said slowly.

"At least I have never disturbed others when they meet, and turned the long-awaited joy into extreme disappointment." The lady whipped a few more times before she let the child go.

The child ran towards the town crying.

Rebow looked at the scene in front of him with great enthusiasm, and he even looked at every wonderful part of the lady's body carefully.

But at the same time, he was quite surprised.

In Franx, such love and trysts with huge status differences are not impossible, but it is absolutely impossible for the noble ladies of the Kingdom of Franx to chase the voyeur boys naked like this.

Ruibo secretly guessed in his heart that perhaps the wild and wild personality of Princess Shia was not without reason.

The man slowly walked to the noble lady, gently hugged her smooth and slender waist, and pulled the noble lady back into the cellar.

The enthusiastic Ruibo immediately occupied the children's position just now, where there was a narrow vent where you could see everything in the cellar.

With a dim oil lamp lit in the cellar, Ruibo finally saw the couple who were having a tryst.

The man was quite thin and looked about thirty years old. He had a short beard on his lips. He was originally wearing glasses, but now he had taken off his glasses and put them aside.

The noble lady did have a first-class beauty, and her somewhat arrogant and stubborn temperament made Ruibo involuntarily think of the noble queen.

It is precisely because of this that this tryst in the cellar also reminds Ruibo of the scene when he and His Majesty the Queen were having a crazy love affair on the top of the tall tower.

The man took a lot of effort to make the noble lover he hugged tightly gradually calm down the anger in his heart.

Then he used great effort to restore the atmosphere of the consecration that had been destroyed by those who hate children.

The poetic sweet words that spit out from this gentleman's mouth really opened Ruibo's eyes.

Rebow is absolutely sure that both Frera and Eckert will be fascinated by his brilliant language art.

Amid these sweet words, the noble lady's eyes gradually showed a strong affection.

She took the initiative to hook the gentleman with her arm.

This obvious hint made the gentleman excited, and he immediately hugged the beautiful lady tightly.

If the wonderful language just now, like a treasure of art, was greatly appreciated by Ruibo, then the clumsy and rude movement he saw at this moment disappointed him.

Ribo even began to wonder how this gentleman seduced a beautiful lady with such a disparity in status and status from him?

He had no interest in this kind of rough performance without any skill and feeling no wonderful performance.

However, he was very surprised at how this couple who had tried together.

Is love really so blind and unreasonable?

Lying on the grass on the hillside, Ruibo was waiting for the end of the passion that the couple was burning.

According to his experience, this guy who lacks skills and is not strong in body will definitely not be able to support much time.

Listening to the heavy breathing, Ruibo counted the time silently.

Although the final time exceeded his expectations, it did not surprise him.

Looking at the gentleman who had vented all his passion and looked exhausted, Ribo felt quite proud.

This was the first time he compared himself to others, and the answer he obtained was quite satisfied with.

"Do you have any new works?" said the woman with a noble status.

"Are you going to show off to everyone at a party again?" the man said breathlessly, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his words.

"Isn't this good? I'll let your talent be revealed."

"You don't have to be angry about this. I'm not dissatisfied with this reason. I just hope you can nominate me. Polledi just wrote to me and told me that the Mangge District Finance Department removed a large number of officials. This is a great opportunity. I really want to get a position."

"I have told you countless times that this is absolutely impossible. I can fund you in terms of money and even make you live the most leisurely and comfortable life. However, I will never nominate you. I cannot let others mock me in front of me. This is my only bottom line."

"Do you care about the ridicule of boring chatterers that way? Don't you know that they are talking all the time and creating rumors is their only pleasure."

"Dear Gord, I am also one of the boring chatterers you just mentioned. I am also happy to create and spread rumors. This is our life, we have our set of rules of life."

"Did you let me lose this great opportunity?"

"I don't think you have talent in calculating wealth. You should concentrate on creating more wonderful poems or compose a new song or two. The true talent you have is here, why do you have to bury your talent in a bunch of numbers?" the lady said disapprovingly.
To be continued...