[Slow Travel] How to show affection correctly

The light-colored building located by the lake is almost brightly lit. All the bans are turned on tonight. However, due to the bad taste of the ban master, all the lights are turned on at the same time as the ban, which is dazzlingly bright.

In order to avoid this strong and excessive brightness, Albert accepted the proposal of the owner of the house and came to the terrace.Since there were no obstacles, they could see the unusually large moon as long as they raised their heads slightly.

"The moonlight is so beautiful, but I'm surrounded by a guy who doesn't understand the style. It's really sad." The gorgeously dressed woman leaned back in the armchair, but even with beautiful makeup, she was so pale. But his face still couldn't be completely concealed.

After hearing her words, Albert snorted coldly and refused to comment.

"Tell me, what's the matter with me?"

"I need to borrow the treasures of Anjou."

"Treasure?" Ta Ni propped her body up with her arms, sweat dripped from her forehead because of this movement, but she had no time to care about it: "You mean the library?"

"Yes."

Tani pursed her lips and did not answer.

Anjou's library is the most precious treasure of their clan, and it is said that there are countless precious materials in it.

"In Anjou's library, there is nothing you can't find." This sentence is known even by ordinary children, let alone well-informed nobles.

And the truth is, there is nothing wrong with that statement.

You can get any information you want from the library if you can afford it.

The two looked into each other's eyes, just like they had done countless times before, and it was Tani who was defeated in the end.She was silent, and slowly stood up after holding the armrest tightly.

Albert didn't help her up. If he did, it would be an insult to the strong mistress.

They walked through a brightly lit corridor and finally stopped in front of a painting at the end.

"does it worth?"

Ta Ni was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and replied: "Of course."

She began to read long and complicated sentences, and when the last syllable fell, a drop of dark blood spilled from her chest, passed through the wine-red dress, and directly penetrated into the heart of the shepherd in the painting.

The shepherd blinked, then turned around and swung his stick against them a few times. The moment the stick shattered, the entire wall turned into translucent glue.

"Thank you."

Albert thanked her earnestly and stepped in.

When the last piece of the man's clothes disappeared into the wall, Ta Ni fell heavily to the ground. Fortunately, there was a thick carpet on the ground, otherwise she would not have faced just a simple fall.

She put her hands on her chest with difficulty, feeling the heartbeat that would never appear there again.

Anjou's treasure is something that everyone dreams of. Many people know that this family is at the end of their battles, and after the death of the strongest Patriarch, it must not escape the fate of being carve up by greedy people.

However, she overwhelmed herself and wanted to protect it, to protect everything in Anjou.

Ta Ni is not strong, she does not have the innate strength like her late husband Blair Anjou, so she has to use her heart and soul as bargaining chips in exchange for the protection of the merman.

After losing her heart, gradually she no longer feels pain, nor does she feel joy.In the end, this woman who was once pampered by her lover will become a walking dead, without emotion, without thinking, and only respecting her instincts, becoming a monster who only guards here forever.

does it worth?

Of course it's worth it, for that person, for his family, no matter what you do, it's worth it.

She closed her eyes, hiding all vulnerability and exhaustion.

After the shepherd in the painting glanced this way, he continued to sit back on the bare stone, holding a black cane tightly in his hand.

Faint dots of light glisten on the surface of the dark wall, which makes the ceiling of the library look more like a starry sky.

Countless shelves are neatly arranged on both sides, filled with books, of different sizes and thicknesses, but at a glance, there is no end.

Albert walked forward, glanced leisurely at the words branded on the sides of the bookshelves.Holy wars, ancient countries, streams, species... There is no repetition of a word, and all kinds of classics are within reach after taking a few steps there.

Albert stopped when he reached the nine bookshelves of No.40. He crossed his arms and turned sideways: "Aren't you planning to come out after following for so long?"

No one responded, and his expression gradually became impatient.Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the bookshelf beside him, the bookshelf collapsed, and even the floor was sunken into a large piece.Albert walked over and said, "I don't have time to play hide-and-seek with you, tell me, where is the real bookshelf?"

A dark-skinned man climbed up from the ruins. His robe was torn, and a small part of the curving white horn on his head was broken.With his remaining right arm, he pulled out the black sword pierced into his abdomen and threw it to the ground: "Irreverent, Anru actually let such a person in."

Albert bent his fingers, and the black sword turned into a cloud of mist and flew back, recondensing into a ring in his palm.

"Where's the bookshelf? Or, you want to lose the other arm too?"

These words seemed to have touched the man's sore spot, his eyes turned blood red, and the sharp teeth that kept growing as he spoke seemed to be about to pierce his lips in the next moment: "Arrogant man!"

The moment the voice fell, the man attacked at an extremely fast speed.No one could catch this move, not even Cain at the height of his power.

Albert was nailed to a bookshelf, his shoulder was pierced through, and the arm of the shofar man stuck in the wound.

"You should pay for what you've done." The man looked at him with blood-red glasses, like a real ghost.

"Ha ha......"

"What are you laughing at?" The man frowned, puzzled.

What's so ridiculous, this person can still laugh when he's going to die here soon.

Albert raised his head, and the man discovered that the rude man who was seriously injured by him had blue eyes—just like the description of the hell lord in the ancient classics, blue as the sea.

"Although that child, Fier, is a bit slow, he never misses what he says." Albert felt extremely happy when he saw the fear gradually appearing in his blood-red eyes: "Unless I want to, no one in this world can hurt you." to me."

The next moment, the person who was supposed to have the upper hand felt his waist go cold, and fell to the ground uncontrollably.

The fragmented internal organs fell out of his abdominal cavity. He would not die, but the pain of being cut in half was real, and it had far exceeded the limit of endurance.

In the screams, he heard the voice of a man, like hell.

"This time, which part is better to choose as a souvenir?"