"Ms. Maria, are you looking for me?"

At this moment, such a voice sounded around her. Ms. Maria was startled for a moment, then turned around. When she saw the young free magician in front of her, she put on a bright smile.

"I knew it! You won't leave me!"

Maybe she was too excited, so she planned to give him a good hug without saying a word.

Boss Luo took a step back easily (an instinctive reaction developed by avoiding Ren Ziling's hug), allowing the witch lady to miss her.

Ms. Maria was a little aggrieved because she missed the opportunity. She was glad that she didn't fall to the ground, but she still looked over with dissatisfaction.

"I was just a little thirsty, so I went to get some water to drink... I made you worry." Luo Qiu smiled slightly: "This is for you."

There is also a box of prepared mineral water on the truck.

"Oh! That's it!" Ms. Maria nodded quickly, took the water, and then quickly fell into this healing smile again.

"The person you are waiting for should be back soon. Please wait a little longer." Luo Qiu continued.

"It's okay!" Ms. Maria suddenly said at this time: "If you don't mind, you can come to my magic house and sit for a while? Anyway, let the people of the Knight Agency worry about the next thing!"

"I still have something to do." Luo Qiu said softly, "I might not be able to go."

"Uh-huh??"

…

…

In the Palace of Westminster, in the room where Lancelot was imprisoned... with a piece of wire quietly held in his mouth, Lancelot successfully opened the lock of the chain that tied Catherine to himself.

There seemed to be some commotion outside.

But he seemed to have calmed down again. Lancelot heard two completely different singing voices competing against each other, and his spirit seemed a little sluggish, but as the two voices stopped, he has now recovered a little.

But it is a pity that the forbidden lock made by Hamstone is a special magic structure, and it is obviously not something like iron wire that can solve it. Therefore, she only recovered part of her mobility, but leaving this room is no longer a problem.

The corridors were deserted... Lancelot had visited the Palace of Westminster more than once or twice.

As a close person of the Queen, she definitely walks around this place a lot on weekdays, and she naturally knows the terrain here. However, she cannot directly obtain where the Queen will be imprisoned by the people of Doomsday Myth at this time.

Lancelot has two choices before him: escape from here, and then pass the news to the knight agency and wait for support.

The next step was to rescue Her Majesty the Queen as a hostage. She quickly gave up the second idea.

Not to mention that the holy armor has been taken away now, even when the holy armor was still there, it still had a weakness that was restrained by the holy dress on Catherine.

Moreover, there are several other key figures in the doomsday myth who are also involved...Such a reckless solitary rescue may not lead to victory like the protagonist in a lonely hero movie.

"Your Majesty the Queen, wait for my return."

Taking a deep breath, Lancelot looked for the nearest exit and left.

Fortunately, perhaps because he was certain that he could not escape, there were no guards here... except for those guards at the Palace of Westminster who would be seen on the road and had been knocked to the ground.

The exit is just ahead.

But suddenly, a wave of heat began to surge up in her abdomen, a burning sensation like a flame, and it rushed straight to her forehead in an instant, and everything in front of her eyes began to appear as phantoms.

Lancelot suddenly lost his sense of balance and leaned on the wall of the corridor... He felt as if there were countless bugs crawling all over his body, and the accompanying large amount of heat coming out of his body was even more disturbing.

She started to sweat.

Her eyes had become blurred, she was panting, and she sat on the ground weakly.

I don't know when the feeling of insects squirming disappeared, but it was accompanied by a feeling of being at a loss as if the sensitive points all over my body were infinitely magnified.

The sweat flowed out and soaked the white shirt under her tuxedo. The soaked material of the shirt made her skin vaguely visible.

"How could..."

The sound of breathing began to become thicker, and Lancelot's trembling hands couldn't help but slowly touch his body...

can not be like this……

She struggled to withstand the primitive reaction of her body, but she couldn't resist the wild and exciting feeling when her fingertips lightly touched her private parts.

Are you about to fall...

"It's really unsightly."

Lancelot was half asleep, and when he heard the voice, he felt like there was someone standing in front of him...a black and white maid costume.

Long hair as bright as gold, dark blue eyes.

The moment their eyes met, the voice sounded again.

"Are you considered a lady like this... Duchess of Aquitaine, Eleanor."

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ps:(11/30)……orz——
Chapter completed!