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It was already late at night when Issie returned to Rolles Manor, and the road under his feet was only illuminated by the moonlight along the way.

However, due to the capricious habit of the lord, the main house of Rolles Manor will not turn off the lights all night, so the warm and warm light in the dark night can be seen from a long distance away.

Issie didn't know what Lucien was planning. After all, this person's sleep was extremely shallow, and a little light and noise could wake him up from his sleep. There was always a heavy curtain that was opaque, and the room was full of people. The wool carpet is so soft that you can't hear footsteps when you step on it.

It's probably the same reason that Lucien put Izzy in his arms as a big pillow to sleep, and at the same time kicked Izzy's calf in the morning in a daze, thinking that he was too hot and too big for him to sleep well.

Issie stopped at the entrance of the main house, and purposely went around to look at the back of the house—Lucien's bedroom was still lit.

Not only was the light on, but Lucien was leaning on the window sill with his chin propped up like a cat who recognized the familiar footsteps from a distance, leisurely catching Issy who was peeping.

Issie rubbed her nose and looked up at the young man by the window on the second floor.

This angle made him inexplicably recall the first time he met Lucien. At that time, the arrogant and arrogant young master looked down on him from top to bottom with interested eyes, and then dragged With a lazy ending, he commanded in the tone of calling a domestic dog——

"come over."

--"come over."

Memories suddenly merged with reality. Lucien stood at the intersection of light and moonlight, with an ambiguous and soft halo around his brows and eyes, and a faint smile in his blue eyes, as clear as a white deer under the moonlight. No dirt.

Izzy even wondered if he was dreaming, or if there was some magical power in the moonlight tonight that made him uneasy.

But this time, he didn't need the lord's repeated urging before he was willing to approach. Lucien only greeted him, and Izzy landed on the window sill on the second floor like a bird. Touch the lover's soft lips.

lover...

Izzy liked the description.

He kissed Lucien lightly, and in the next second the initiative returned to Lucien's hands... Well, he bit the prey in his mouth and teased Issie, who has excellent physical strength and even better breath holding ability, by the window enough.

Issy is always unable to grasp the timing of breathing well, of course Lucien does not admit that this has anything to do with his dishonest hands.

After kissing what should be kissed first, Lucien happily took a bite of Izzy's trembling Adam's apple, and turned his face to show a disgusted expression, "It tastes so strong, how much did you drink?"

"Uh..." Izzy subconsciously swallowed her saliva, and blinked a little guiltyly - before he came back, he specially dealt with the smell of alcohol on his body, washed himself carefully and changed his clothes before coming back.

Issie can be sure that there is no bad smell left on him, at least not any smell that Lucien can detect, but facing Lucien's accusation, he can only show the expression of being caught and I was wrong , replied obediently: "About... ten barrels?"

It should be so much...

……perhaps.

After all, I went out to drink with Ned and the others, and we went to a familiar tavern. The storekeeper knew Hall’s drinking capacity and Issie’s habits. Will consciously come over to refill the wine, and Yixi can only estimate the approximate amount based on the money she paid at the end.

Lucien clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, and asked the maid to take Issie to the bathroom to rewash and brush, and then come back after cleaning. .

It is not a particularly important document, but it comes from the channel of the chamber of commerce that he cooperates with. The documents are all about the movements of various forces in the imperial capital and gossip among the market. They are listed piecemeal one by one, more like What kind of gossip tabloid.

A closer look at its content makes it more similar. Lucien and the chamber of commerce are just a cooperative relationship of interest. The other party is willing to collect information for him because Lucien gave up a part of the interest in exchange. The relationship between the two parties is far from being as good as the other party. The information will be integrated and screened for Lucien, and it is entirely up to Lucien to judge whether the news is true or false, and of course it is impossible to provide him with any confidential information.

If it wasn't for the fact that Velvet was too far away, as long as he randomly sent someone around the big and small taverns, casinos and entertainment halls in the imperial capital, he would get at least three times more information than Lucien can now know.

However, Lucien was not prepared to get involved in the muddy waters of the power struggle in the imperial capital, and the existing intelligence channels and amount of information were almost enough.

And regardless of the truth or falsehood and the undercurrents behind it, from the perspective of people who eat melons and read the gossip, this document is perfect as a bedtime reading. It can relax Lucien's tense work state and adjust to It is more suitable for enjoying the rhythm of the night with lovers.

When Izzy came back from the shower, she consciously got into the quilt and asked Lucien to check the smell on her body.He more or less guessed that it wasn't the smell of alcohol that Lucien disliked, but that the smell changed after he washed and changed clothes outside. The slightly sweet and coarse scent would indeed dislike picky cats and cats.

Well, if it wasn't the smell it should have, Lucien would probably dislike it as a stink.

Izzy raised her head, letting Lucien kiss and bite him on the neck.Lucien liked the scar on his neck very much. When Izzy woke up more than once, he saw Lucien lying beside him rubbing the scar.

The second is the wound on the chest near the heart. Lucien also likes to bite on that spot. Every time he does it, Lucien will leave a few deep and shallow teeth marks.

Or should I say...

Lucien seems to be very interested in all the scars on his body. The closer he is to the vital position, the more he will poke a certain nerve. Forgive Issy for not wanting to delve into the specific psychological activities of Lucien, but he is indeed very interested. Indulge Lucien to add some other marks on those mottled and ugly scars.

"Obviously you like it." Lucien mumbled vaguely as he kissed down along the marks on Isi's back.The dark skin he touched with his fingertips glowed with moisture, and the scars were especially sensitive. At this time, the prey would often confuse the meaning of biting and kissing, and a hoarse and sweet whimper could be heard when touched Weeping sound.

"Look at you, you are so fond of it that you want to cry."

Bruises and teeth marks undulate on the skin with breathing and trembling, like some kind of living thing that is burrowing into the blood and bones.

The traces on the surface will fade away soon, and within an hour or two, Lucien won't be able to find half of the imprint left by him.

But those traces didn't disappear, they drilled deeply along the cracks torn apart by the scar, into a deeper, deeper place.

Passionate, seething, longing.

The prey trembled, revealing its fragile neck and soft belly to the hunter. His eyes were moist and his posture was docile, as if begging to be bitten open, ripped open, and completely swallowed up.

Lucien doesn't have a particular fondness for scars, he just likes the look and gesture that Izzy shows to him - very similar to "my stuff", that kind of state.

Of course, Lucien has learned through repeated practice what is enough and what is good for the body and mind, so that it will not cause exhaustion and sore legs and yawns the next day.

So after a lot of tossing, Lucien was able to hold Issie warmly for a while, and chatted a few words about Issie's old friends before going to bed.

After Izzy returned to Velvet, he first went to meet Lucien, and then went back to the village to meet his old friends, mainly his little Ned. He heard from Lucien that Ned was at his funeral Crying hard, Izzy mocked Ned with this very rudely.

Ned was not polite to him either, and did not hesitate to fight back with his affair with the lord.

Ned didn't forget how Issy swore "that's another price" at that time, how long it's been, as if she was going to marry in.

Gee tut.

If you don't knock, you will be sorry for the money he gave Issy for the funeral.

Although Ned is not short of this money.

After finishing the funeral for Issy, Ned didn't go out again. He stayed in Velvet as Lucian's liaison with the Hall clan. The family provided a lot of support to Lucien, not only did not do anything like what Lucien was worried about, but also sent elite members of the family to supplement the guards around Lucien.

Lucien also reciprocated this, and gave the Hall family a certain policy preference in terms of commerce and land. Now Velvet has several shops and factories opened by Hall, and they are doing very well.

And Ned was absorbed into the Velvet County government by Lucien, and transformed from a Hall mercenary into the first Hall official with official documents and official documents.

If there is the first one, there will be the second and the third. Ned and the others naturally became mercenaries at the beginning. That was the only way Hall could choose to go out. Now the young Halls have other options.

Maybe those roads are more difficult than being a mercenary, and you need to put in more effort to get the recognition of the world, but it seems to be easier than licking blood with a knife, at least if you fail, you will not lose your life.

No matter what the elders in the tribe said, Ned thought it was very good.

At least until hundreds of thousands of years later, the Hall tribe will not be just a legend in the story, and a few lines of understatement will bury them.

After Issy came back, Ned felt better this way.

Maybe one day, Hall's mercenary will become a legend in the story.

Then there would be no young men in the tribe like him who had to hold funerals for their dead friends.

Oh, and there's one more thing Ned didn't tell Izzy.

——On the day of the funeral, the lord with a cold face throughout the whole process was nestled in his cloak and stared at the bonfire.

The bonfire reflected the moonlight, the tip of Lucien's nose was red, and the sockets of his eyes were also red.