After the holy sword is broken

Although there were some twists and turns in the process, the dress was still put on.

Burgess and Alger are similar in height and body shape, but there are still some differences.Fortunately, the selected dress has a suitable shape, even if the details do not fit well, the overall effect is still good.

Alger is a swordsman, but the muscles on his body are not as exaggerated as most fighters, but are maintained at a very fit level.If he had the right clothes to cover him, he could be very elegant in appearance.

At this time, this is the case.

The smiling face looked cold and indifferent, the short silver-gray hair and eyes exuded a cold temperament, coupled with the cool blue color, the whole person showed a noble and melancholy temperament.

Like an aristocratic young man in distress, he wanted to relieve his troubles heartbreakingly and put a smile on that handsome face.

Burgess straightened his neckline for him, took two steps back, his eyes were full of surprise.

"Alger, I regret it a bit." He stepped forward again, stroking Alger's cheek with his fingers: "I can't just let you out like this, it's really disturbing."

Alger laughed: "What position do you have for saying such a thing? 'Whether it is among nobles or commoners, whether it is among professionals or ordinary people, it is the most eye-catching one', Mr. Burgess. "

Looking at his sudden smile, Borgins' heart trembled.

"I told you, don't laugh like that."

Before the words finished, Burgess had already kissed Alger, eager to ask for more.

Lips and tongues intertwined in a disorderly manner, just wanting to get closer, immersing themselves in the fascinating breath.The heartbeat was beating, and the heart was hitting the chest one after another, and the fiery emotions filled in the ventricle were about to burst out at any time.

Alger embraced him, supported his head with his hands, and began to dominate this intimate game.

An ambiguous voice sounded in the locker room, panting from light to heavy.

"Alger..."

Burgess sighed and called his lover by name.

Kissing|kissed Alger's neck full of hints, took the other's hand, and led him towards himself.

His silver-gray eyes were deep and dark, with unknown emotions in them.

The clean and delicate hand that does not belong to a swordsman lightly brushed across the cloth where Borgins intended to lead.

The panting in the ear suddenly increased.

"Alger, don't tease me."

With a deep laugh, his wish came true.

Burgess held Alger's hand tighter and tighter, his face was flushed, and he buried his head on his lover's shoulder, his eyes were tightly closed, and he didn't dare to take a look.

Excessive pleasure spreads throughout the body, climbs up the spine, and spreads to the scalp.The stimulation like an electric shock made him tremble slightly.

At this moment, the hand that provoked his desire belonged to Alger.With a thin callus, the strange and familiar touch stimulated his sensitive skin.

This realization made him feel extremely ashamed, but he became more and more emotional uncontrollably.A sob came out of his mouth unconsciously, and when he realized it, it was too late to suppress it.

With nowhere to vent the accumulated irritation, he bit Alger's shoulder through his clothes in a daze.

There were footsteps at the door.

"Master Viscount." It was the voice of the chief knight.

Why would someone come over?Erin didn't stop him?

Burgess raised his head, trying to find his voice, but he heard Alger speak first: "Don't come in."

His voice was deep and magnetic, with a hint of hoarseness, as if he was suppressing something.When he spoke, Burgess could clearly feel the tremor in his chest.

Sex|Sensual as hell.

Burgess searched anxiously for his lips, and wanted to kiss him.

The loyal knight stood outside the door, his whole body was frozen.He didn't follow Irene's advice and insisted on approaching here.

It's fake.

Lord Viscount has always liked to play tricks on people.

It must be fake...

It is no longer possible to deceive.His Lord Viscount, the Lord Viscount that he dared not even touch in his dream, at this moment, in someone else's arms...

He closed his eyes tightly, and held the sword hilt behind his back, his knuckles turned white with force.

There was a sore feeling in his chest, spreading all the way to his throat, preventing him from making any sound.

Until he heard an uncontrollable muffled groan, which seemed to hit his chest all of a sudden, making his heart ache.

When the knight was allowed to enter the room, his viscount was facing the full-length mirror and tied his long hair up.

The face in the mirror is still so handsome.It just brought on an unusual flush, showing a bit of gorgeousness that is hard to see normally.The eyes are very bright, as if holding a pool of lake water, but also lazily satisfied.

The ambiguous atmosphere in the air always reminded him that something extremely evocative happened here just now.

The adult was sitting on the sofa behind him, and he could feel that real gaze from behind.

"What's the matter?" The Viscount in front of the mirror asked.

The knight lowered his head: "You haven't looked at last year's military expenditures and territorial income."

Borgins left the Viscount's mansion before the moonless day at the turn of winter and spring, and never came back during that period. The affairs of last year have naturally backlogged up to now.

"Understood, put it in the study, and I will review it."

After finishing his appearance, Burgess walked up to Alger, kissed his side cheek with some nostalgia, and was about to stick it sticky again.

"Okay, don't rub around," Alger patted him on the back: "The clothes will wrinkle."

"Then change again."

Alger whispered in his ear: "And do it again?"

"I don't mind, but you bastard," Burgess pinched his face, gnashed his teeth next to his ear, and said, "You look indifferent, you have a lot of tricks, and you dare to..."

"Master Viscount!" The knight behind him couldn't help interrupting their conversation.

Burgess looked at him with some dissatisfaction.

Why are you still here?

"What else?"

"Are you... planning to expand the army?"

Viscounts are also lords with fiefdoms. They need to build their own army to ensure that the territory has the ability to defend itself and the power to be loyal to the lord.

Burgess waved his hand: "You can decide, if there is nothing else, just step back first."

"……Yes."

Alger looked at the knight named Joseph, slowly exited the locker room, and closed the door gently, his movements were full of restraint and forbearance.

Suddenly, someone squeezed his chin and turned his gaze back.

"What are you looking at?" Burgess asked dissatisfied.

Alger held the hand that pinched his chin.

"You were too hard on him."

Burgess smiled mockingly: "Why, do you still want to know him as a sister?"

Alger laughed: "What are you talking about?"

"Wouldn't it be better not to give him hope?"

Burgess buried his head into his neck, and the joyful feeling from before still remained on his body, making him want to get closer.

Gently rubbing against her lover's body, the intimate movements are soft and lazy, and the senses are still immersed in the aftertaste just now.Taking a deep breath, the other party's breath is mixed with the smell of brand-new clothes, so beautiful that he wants to sigh.

"I only like you, and I will only be with you. I don't need to care about other people's feelings."

Argel put his arms around his shoulders: "It's really willful."

Burgess kissed the side of his face, and then to the corner of his mouth.Lips|tongue were entangled again, and he slowly leaned over, pressing Alger down.

"Alger, I want to have you." Burgess kissed the corner of Alger's lips and said in a hoarse voice.

"You're holding me right now."

Burgess stood up and looked down at him.

"You know what I'm talking about...Alger, let's get serious. Do you want to be on top, or down?"

Alger chuckled: "Don't make trouble, you just..."

Burgess bent his knees and rubbed against him: "You feel it anyway, don't you? Are you not uncomfortable?"

Alger's eyes darkened, and Burgess almost thought that the other party had been persuaded by him.

But in the end, Alger just raised his hand and straightened his slightly messy long hair: "Restrain it, it's still daytime."

Again refused.

Burgess was a little annoyed: "Why did I fall in love with a priest?"

Temperance, all tone, it's so annoying!

With a smile on the corner of Alger's mouth, he closed his eyes slightly: "Be quiet, let me hug you for a while."

When Burgess heard this, he snorted dissatisfiedly, but really calmed down, and obediently fell on his chest.

He put his ear against Alger's heart, listening to the powerful beating, the desire | slowly subsided, and gradually a sense of peace of mind arose.

"Currently the most important parties are the royalists and the old aristocrats.

"The old aristocrats refer to the old aristocratic families. They often have a long inheritance of secret arts, as well as huge wealth accumulated from generation to generation. Their control over the territory is very strong, and they have gradually been able to compete with the royal family.

"As for the royal faction, as the name suggests, it obviously refers to a party | faction that supports the royal family. However, their composition is very complicated. There are weak old nobles and new nobles whose foundation is not stable.

"For example, I, Viscount Yamutaris, am a new nobleman. I don't have any in-law relationship, nor any accumulation, but my legendary status, coupled with the special blacksmith, looks more conspicuous. Regardless of myself Regardless of your preference, politically, for the time being, you can only rely on the lord, the princess who is the Duke of Gorkarion."

At this time, Burgess was in the study, explaining the current political situation to Alger.The words spoken are very serious and normal, but the actions are extremely irregular.

He hugged Alger and secretly kissed him between talking.Alger walked around him, holding the kraft paper with both hands free, looking over Burgess' shoulder to read the words on it.

"It sounds like the royal family isn't having a great time."

"Their own family is not peaceful." Burgess turned his head and kissed Alger's chin.

"Behind the eldest prince are the old nobles, the second prince is close to the old nobles of the royal power faction, and the princess is on the same front as the second prince on the surface, but she likes to confer territory on the new nobles.

"This woman is very thoughtful. She said that she is obsessed with secret arts and doesn't like to interfere with secular power, but there are really fools who would believe it."

Alger frowned: "Earl Khalid is an old nobleman, right? The family is not weak, it should be regarded as a faction of the old nobleman, why did you entrust the youngest son to you to teach?"

"He is a royalist. Don't worry too much about him. He is just an old stubborn. He always remembers the favors that the royal family has given to their family. In fact, if you really want to count them, you have already paid off countless times.

"It's his eldest son who is very shrewd and has found a way to stay in the royal power faction to reap benefits. For this reason, the father and son will always quarrel."

Kiss the corner of the eye again, happy.

The corners of Burgess's mouth twitched happily.

Really like.

Alger nodded blankly after listening to Burgess' words, and finally pushed the person who was stuck to him.

"Stand up, sit when you feel tired, don't hang around my neck all the time."

"No, how clearly you speak like this."

Alger smiled grumpily, and still patted him on the shoulder: "Don't make trouble, we're talking about business."

Burgess leaned on his shoulder and groaned, but refused to move: "I think you are quite used to it. You didn't react at all. It was as if I didn't exist. It didn't affect me at all."

Alger put down the kraft paper in his hand, and hugged him: "How could it have no effect, I won't be able to read the words if you're like this."

Burgess paused for a moment, turned his face away, and stepped back. His ears were reddish, and he still complained: "Only in this kind of time are you willing to say something nice."

Alger picked up the kraft paper on the table again, turned to the next page, took out the dip pen from the ink bottle, and annotated a few sentences on it.

"I probably know what Dana wants to do. He will definitely not show up until he achieves what he wants. We'd better cooperate with him first and help him get things done quickly."

Alger raised the corners of his mouth, his smile was a little helpless, but also a little indulgent.

"It's a tacit understanding." Burgess said in a sour tone, "What's the matter?"

"It's his former teacher, the old case of mysterious disappearance."

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