The promise of slow wear for the rest of your life

The next day.

In the manor outside the city.

Anor got up early, didn't even care about breakfast, so he went to find Olgus, saying that he would show him a brand new way of eating barbecue.

It was rare that he took the initiative to mention that he wanted to barbecue for him, and Olgus naturally had no choice but to do so.

By the time he had hunted the prey he needed, Arnold had already lit several bonfires, set up a barbecue grill, and prepared the fresh ingredients needed for the barbecue.

This time, Arnold did not debon the prey, cut it into pieces and string it into skewers for roasting. Instead, he directly put the whole prey that had been bled, skinned and emptied into internal organs on the grill, and baked on a raging fire. bake.

During this period, Arnold was patient and evenly applied fishy-removing ingredients, flavor-enhancing salt powder, and pintail honey to the surface of the prey on the grill over and over again.

After the scented prey was grilled until it was half-cooked, Arnold lifted the slice of meat that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and brought it to Orgus with his own hands, smiling and asking him to taste it.

The meat slices in the mouth are charred and tender, with a moderate salty taste. Not only does it have no fishy smell, but the more you chew, the more fragrant it becomes. It is really delicious.

After Olgus tasted it, he couldn't help admiring: "It is indeed as you said, it is delicious."

"Then you can eat more." Anol said with a curved lip and a smile.

Then, regardless of his sweating profusely, he devoted himself to the great business of barbecue.

One person and one dragon, one is in charge of roasting and the other is in charge of eating, the atmosphere is very harmonious.

When Franaci followed Nick to find this place, it was this scene that he entered.

Just when Nick was about to lead him forward, Arnold suddenly bent over to approach Olgus, and raised his hand to caress Olgus's side face.

From their point of view, it looked like a kiss.

Nick immediately froze in place, not even noticing when Franaci left.

Since then, Nick has never dared to pat his chest to assure others that his master has no special relationship with the dragon god.

This is a later story, let's not mention it for the time being.

Let's talk about the present.

Beside the bonfire, the two who seemed to have kissed seemed unaware of it.

When Anol straightened up, he speeded up the slow motion of his hand, closed his hand and held it in front of Olgus, and said solemnly, "There is a drop of oil on the corner of your mouth, I wiped it off for you."

Olgus looked at his oily hands expressionlessly, ignoring the waves in his heart caused by his sudden approach, and thanked him in a flat tone.

"Oh, thank you."

"You're welcome." Arnold withdrew his hand with a smile, turned around and returned to the bonfire, and once again devoted himself to the great business of barbecue.

Next, Arnold worked for nearly a whole day before finally feeding the gluttons in Orgus' stomach.

Francie saw him again around noon the next day.

Arnold apologized and invited him to visit Thorn City, and then took him to appreciate the magnificent scenery in the woodland where the elves lived.

Under the tree of life that covers the sky and the sun, beside the spring of life where flowers are everywhere.

Francassie turned his head to look at the handsome young man in front of him who spoke softly and told him in detail that the tree of life could breed offspring for the elves, and his eyes gradually showed infatuation.

"The two elves who are in love, just drop the blood essence between their fingers on the root of the same leaf of the tree of life at the same time, and pray sincerely for a few days. The root of that leaf will bloom and bear fruit."

"When the fruit matures, a new life containing the blood of the two elves will come into the world. Most elves are indifferent, and basically pray to the tree of life to help them breed offspring in this way."

Having said this, Arnold pointed to the fruits hanging on the branches not far away, and said: "Look, those fruits are the elves who are in love in the clan, and pray for the tree of life to help them breed offspring."

Hearing this, Francia asked in a strange way: "Can you only conceive offspring for the elves? Can other races do it?"

Arnold was taken aback by the question: "It should be impossible. I have heard that the tree of life gave birth to mixed elves, but I have never heard that the elf tree can breed offspring for races other than the elves."

Hearing this, Franaci suddenly forgot the heart-wrenching scene he saw yesterday, and summoned up his courage to ask, "Niafes, would you like to try it with me?"

Anol looked at him sideways, with a puzzled face: "Try what?"

Francia just wanted to try to see if the tree of life could give us offspring, but when Arnold turned his head to the side, the spots of red color on his neck made his eyes hurt, and the words that came to his mouth were abducted by this. bent.

I just heard him say: "Try...the rum brewed by the dwarves in the west of the city. Is it really as unparalleled as the legends?"

Arnold didn't seem to notice the strange look in his eyes, and immediately said with a smile: "Okay. That's exactly what I mean, today I will give up my life to accompany the gentleman, and I will not get drunk with Your Majesty."

Franaci smiled uglier than crying: "Okay, we won't go home until we're drunk."

Arnold then beckoned to Nick who was standing not far away, and ordered him to order someone to buy fine wine to prepare the banquet immediately.

After Nick took the order to go, Arnold led Francassie to walk slowly out of the woodland.

The elves hiding in the distance watched their king and distinguished guests away from the tree of life.

It wasn't until they could no longer be seen that a wise elf whispered, "If I read and heard correctly, that human king almost confessed his love to our king just now!"

Another elf answered, "You did read and heard right."

An elf rejoiced and said, "Fortunately, he finally changed his mind. Otherwise, our king would be in a dilemma."

An elf echoed, "Yes, if he didn't change his words, he might have to face the wrath of the Dragon God."

Some elves disagreed and said: "In my opinion, it would be better if our king is combined with the king of the human race."

"why?"

"Because the dragon race is unreliable! Think about it, what are the characteristics of the dragon race, and what are the characteristics of our elves. That is a famous dragon/sex/ben/kinky, and a famous indifferent. When two races get together, how can there be a good end."

"That said, it seems quite reasonable."

"No matter how reasonable it is, it's useless. We can't be the master of the king. Whoever the king wants to marry is the king's own business. We can't control it. No matter how much we worry about it, it's useless."

"makes sense."

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Lord's Mansion, inside the banquet hall.

Anor drank glass after glass of strong rum brewed by the dwarves without changing his face.

Francia drank more diligently than him, as if he especially loved this kind of strong wine.

Not long after, Francia drank himself down.

Arnold was also a little drunk at this time.

Overall, this banquet can be regarded as a joy for both guests and hosts.

After the banquet, Franaci, who was drunk and unknown, was taken to the guest courtyard by his subordinates to rest.

Arnold returned to the bedroom in the main courtyard in a daze, preparing to take a light sleep to sober up.

The moment he stepped into the bedroom with a deep foot and a shallow foot, Anol's footsteps paused indiscernibly.

Nick didn't notice it, and waited for him to lie on the bed, left lightly, and closed the door for him.

In the bedroom, Anol's breathing became longer and longer, as if he had fallen asleep.

At this moment, the door of the wardrobe that was as tall as a person in the corner was pushed open from the inside without a sound.

The intruder held a sharp knife, walked silently to the bed, and stabbed Arnold's neck with the sharp knife without hesitation.

Seeing that the sharp blade was about to pierce into the flesh, and the blood was about to spill all over the bed, the sharp blade suddenly stopped just short of Anol's neck,

The infiltrator didn't even have time to show his astonishment, and was held in place by the sudden force of the domain.

Anol, who was supposed to be sound asleep, opened his drunken eyes at this moment.

His eyes did not fall on the assailant standing by the bed, but on the second infiltrator who came out of the closet.

"It's the third time. Duchess, it seems that you are ready to fall into the arms of death."

Arnold avoided the sharp blade while speaking, and sat up.

Seeing that the matter was brought to light, Helna didn't show any panic on her face, instead she curled her lips into an extremely abnormal smile.

The enchanting smile on her face is extremely charming, but her beautiful eyes looking at Anol are full of viciousness, and the words in her mouth are also full of malice: "Even if I die, I won't let you You marry Francia."

After saying that, Helna didn't wait for Anol's reaction, she tore her dress suddenly, and let out a shrill scream with all her strength.

At the same time, she was naked/naked while screaming, and rushed towards the bed where Arnold was sitting as if desperate.

Seeing this, Arnold froze in surprise for a moment.

The infiltrator with the sharp blade unleashes his nascent domain power in an instant to restrain him.

Arnold was caught off guard and was disturbed, and the mental barrier he had set up was loosened a little because of this.

Hellna took this opportunity to throw herself naked/to Arnold's side.

At this moment, the door was knocked open by a servant who heard the sound and was worried about his master's safety.

The scene in the room where the earl raped the duchess while drunk, and the maid drew her sword bravely to rescue her in anger was instantly revealed to the servants who rushed in through the door.

Under such circumstances, even if Arnold opened a hundred mouths, he would not be able to tell that he was innocent.

The servants would not care how the duchess ran into their master's bedroom, nor would they care why the countess was naked while their master was neatly dressed, let alone why, since their master wanted to take over the duke Madam, why didn't you avoid the maid.

They only care about and even believe what they see in front of their eyes, and this scene is more illustrative of the facts.He can only sympathize with the beautiful woman who is in panic and tears.

Even if Arnold told the truth, no one would believe that the dignified former princess of a country, now the duchess, would do the crazy act of framing others naked regardless of innocence.

At this time, if Arnold had ordered the killer, it would have been because of the attempted seizure, he had become so angry that he had killed him.