The instinctive prevention of women made Serra not dare to take off her clothes in front of a man, so she chose a thick brown-red fur coat from the tall and exquisite wardrobe in the bedroom, and wrapped it up simply. The chill on her body began to dissipate in an instant.

As winter comes, the weather will only get colder and colder. She doesn't know where the other party is going to kidnap her, nor when the other party will let her go. Since that is the case, the only thing she can do is to try her best to ensure that she is not hurt.

Put on a pair of warm leather boots, Serra looked at the man who was following him and said, "Your Excellency, I'm ready. I wonder what method you will use to secretly hijack me out of Glady Fort?"

"I think you will know if you are familiar with Gladyborg." The strange man smiled for the first time: "I am still impressed by the way you escaped suddenly when you suddenly disappeared."

"Do you think I will assist a kidnapper?" Serrara said with a hilarious feeling.

"You won't, but my sword will."

A cold light passed by her eyes, and Selala suddenly felt a chill on her back. She stared at the cold sword pointing in her throat full of murderous intent, and her petite body couldn't help but tremble.

...

"Bukins, why are you here?"

In the study, Viscount Frant said in surprise as he looked at Bukins who suddenly arrived.

"This is Miss Serrara's request." Bukins said in a low voice after he wrapped his gray cape over his head again.

I see.

Thinking of the unusual relationship between the other party and Serra, Viscount Frant did not ask much, but instead showed the portrait of Serrara on the desk and said in front of him: "You should be familiar with this portrait, right?"

"Yes, this is the thief depicted by Miss Serrara." Bukins glanced and immediately responded.

"Do you have any impression of him?" said Viscount Frant.

"No!" Bukins affirmed.

"It's really strange."

Viscount Frant turned the portrait back, looked at the strange man on the portrait carefully, pondered for a moment, and said, "You said, can a person of your level change his appearance?"

"Master Viscount, if the other party stepped into the FerNu law, it might be possible to do this, but he is not, unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless some kind of deformation potion or the wizard's transformation magic can temporarily change a person's appearance." Bukins said.

A gloomy smile suddenly appeared on Viscount Frant's face.

"I remember that person was protecting a pharmacist."

"Master Viscount, I think you may not know one thing. Deformation potions need at least a master-level pharmacist to make. And due to the lack of potion materials in this area, deformation potions are now very rare and precious on the mainland. I heard that most of the sources of deformation potions are in the control of the Brotherhood of the Faceless. I don't think the other party paid such a great price just to sneak into Glady Fort and steal some of your things." Bukins analyzed calmly.

"Indeed, I think even the most powerful Marquis of Edmund in Sissinia would not give such precious things just for my secrets." Viscount Frant laughed at himself: "But I still doubt that person."

Bukins no longer spoke. He knew that as long as Viscount Frant was determined, no one could easily shake his thoughts.

Perhaps because the topic was too low, Viscount Frant put down the portrait and placed it aside. He stared at the man in front of him in the gray cloak and suddenly spoke, "When will the matter between you and Serra be resolved?"

Bukins was silent because he didn't expect Viscount Frant to break the tacit understanding that was long-standing.

He knew very early on that Viscount Frant must have known what he thought about Serrara, but if he didn't say it, it didn't mean he didn't know it.

He needed to get Serrara, and Viscount Frant needed his strength, and a mutual tacit understanding was formed between the two.

However, why is he now breaking this tacit understanding? Could it be that something happened to the "White Frost Knight" Bai Xize?

During the years he followed Viscount Frant, he learned many secrets about Viscount Frant, such as the "White Frost Knight" Lord Baisize was not actually loyal to his subordinates, but someone sent by a powerful force to assist him.

If Viscount Frant does not want to become a puppet pawn of that force, then he will definitely try his best to secretly get rid of the other party's control. Only when the right to dialogue between each other reaches a balance, can he truly gain his own free power.

Viscount Frant is a very ambitious person. Will he always be willing to be controlled by others? Those who know him know that it is impossible. If he wants to get rid of the powerful force that controls him, he must have enough strength, and Bukins is his best choice.

Faced with Viscount Frant's showdown, Bukins finally responded.

"After the Winter War."

“Whether success or failure?”

"Yes!"

"Bukkins, I think we will become relatives soon."

Viscount Frant smiled very satisfied.

“Everything is what you want.”

Bukins said respectfully with his head down.

Whenever I think of Serrara in my mind, a fire of desire always surges into his brain and makes people unable to extricate themselves, but he has been enduring it. He endured the moment when the peaches were ripe.

He could not forget the days he had guarded Serrara's mother. At that time, he was still an ordinary middle-level swordsman. Although he had a significant position to a certain extent, this position made him unable to get what he wanted.

When he first saw Serrara's mother, he felt that his body and mind had fallen. However, he knew that the woman in front of him seemed to be separated from him by a natural barrier, which would never allow him to reach that place.

If he wants to get this woman, then he must have enough strength to be respected and feared. The upper realm is the bridge he crossed through that natural barrier.

Later, the times in Sissinia changed drastically. The nobles he loyal to died in the war to guard the territory. He protected Serrara and his daughter to escape all the way. I don’t know how many hard battles of life and death were experienced on the way. It was this experience that became the key to his entry into the upper class.

He got Serrara's mother as he wished. Even if it was just a deal, he couldn't forget the other party's moan under him, and her tender body...

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. Shortly after they successfully fled to the city of Teralo, Serra's mother died.

He had been depressed for a long time, but when he saw Serrara growing up, he seemed to see another Serrara's mother.

At that time, his heart became hot again.

She is his, and no one can take her away.

He seemed to be developing step by step, shaping the beauty he once longed for in his heart.
Chapter completed!