Comprehensive Victoria's Secret

What will happen to the two when Antonio wakes up?

Look at each other affectionately?Take her to sleep?Sleeping together?

NONONO... Is there something wrong at all?Would people like Elizabeth and Antonio do something so pure?

Thinking of this is clearly underestimating the author's destructive power that has no lower limit, no integrity, no taste, no male opinion.

OK, let's move on.

Elizabeth was awakened by the fall.

When his body recovered, Antonio also regained his vigilance as an assassin. When he found himself holding a stranger's hand, Antonio broke free subconsciously, and then threw the other person onto the bed.

When Elizabeth opened her sleepy eyes, a cold Hidden Blade directly touched her throat.

She immediately blocked the opponent's with her hidden blade: "Lancaster, do you want to go back on your word?"

"I don't want to." Antonio's legs still seemed to be hurting, he supported his body, staring at her coldly with purple eyes: "Morgan, you need to explain why I am in your bed."

"You are very annoying." Elizabeth couldn't sit up, so she could only lie down and look at Antonio above: "Last night you grabbed me and called mom, I can only take care of your son temporarily."

"Mom?" Antonio's face froze: "You're joking."

"I'm not joking." Elizabeth tilted her head: "And Lancaster—you're pressing my hair again."

Antonio moved his arm to free Elizabeth's hair, and he seemed very annoyed: "My mother tongue is Italian, can you understand me?"

Elizabeth simply put her contempt on her face: "You tell me the word 'Mamma', is there any difference from 'Mom' or 'Mama'?"

"..." Antonio asked, "Then I... did I say anything else?"

Elizabeth raised her eyebrows: "I don't understand anything else."

Antonio seemed relieved: "You'd better tell the truth, otherwise I'll cut your throat, and then you can only tell the truth to me."

Elizabeth realized that he was only threatening and did not intend to take any actual action.And Elizabeth also has considerable confidence, because Antonio's Hidden Blade is firmly stuck by her Hidden Blade.

"Surprisingly, you actually have a Hidden Blade. So, didn't the Templars cut off your ring finger?" Antonio grabbed Elizabeth's with the Hidden Blade indifferently.

Elizabeth raised her eyebrows. She also noticed that Antonio was wearing fingerless gloves. In this situation, she could still fool around and say something good about him.

"The Hidden Blade mechanism is buckled on the little finger, and the little finger touches the palm to activate the pop-up mechanism, and when the little finger touches the palm, it will drive the ring finger and block the sword path, so the ring finger is cut off—why do you still keep your fingers?"

Elizabeth gave him a free look: "Do you think I really don't know? Your Assassin organization doesn't need to chop your fingers since the second master who dissolves in water!"

"What?" Antonio snapped.

"I said." Elizabeth simply gave up the treatment: "You think I'm so stupid, you tricked me into cutting your fingers while you were still showing them?"

"..." Antonio was silent, but still pressed against her throat.

Elizabeth's expression was still very cold: "You have to know, Mr. Red Rose, if an assassin needs to cut off his finger to use the Hidden Blade, then you, a master assassin with two Hidden Blades, would have been discovered long ago, but think about Altaïr before The assassins are also tragic enough, you know, you can’t even wear a wedding ring, what a tragedy.”

"I don't mean this." Antonio pressed on Elizabeth: "I'm talking about the Hidden Blade of the Templars. As far as I know, after studying the techniques and weapons of the Assassins, some Templars invented their own Hidden Blades." Swords, their construction and appearance are often different from the Hidden Blades of the Assassins."

"It's a pity that my Hidden Blade belongs to an assassin. It used to belong to Haytham Kenway, the Grand Master of the Knights Templar—you know him?" Elizabeth smiled slightly: "Also, if you continue to hang on like this If so, I think the relationship between the two of us may undergo a fundamental change."

Antonio immediately retreated with embarrassment on his face, and finally wiped the wound on his leg: "Hiss—it hurts..."

"...Can you go? I think your hood is more conspicuous than no clothes. With a hood like an eagle's beak, why don't you climb to the top of Buckingham Palace and shout that I am Antonio Lang, the master assassin. What about Kester?"

Antonio was speechless: "I have a way."

"Oh?" What way?

Antonio's wound seemed to have healed a lot—at least it didn't affect his normal walking, so Elizabeth watched him get out of bed, then took off the outer assassin suit, and turned the assassin suit all over—it was just one The Stirfield coat, which is very popular in London, has two hands on it, and the Hidden Blade is put away.

Right now he just looks a little slovenly - but because of Antonio's face, that's almost never a problem.

From an assassin to a gentleman in an instant, and then there may be some problems except for stealth-in fact, Elizabeth thinks that if this is the case, stealth is a little easier.

Elizabeth suddenly wanted to learn this method.But... in terms of women's clothing, there may be a problem.

Women in this period were not recognized by the society to participate in labor except the lower class women.The reason to prove that the male host is capable and capable is to let his wife and daughter stay at home and do nothing.The ideal upper-class woman is slender and a little sad, fair complexion, small and exquisite, elegant and lovely.This standard of feminine beauty makes women's clothing develop in the direction of restricting freedom of movement, and it is simply immoral to pursue functionality in women's clothing.

So Elizabeth could only look at Antonio with envious stars, and looked at him inexplicably: "Miss Morgan, if there is nothing wrong, I will go first." Then she walked towards the window sill.

Elizabeth Black Line: "Since you are a gentleman now." Elizabeth pointed at the door: "Can't you learn how to walk through the front door?"

Antonio froze for a moment, then limped towards the door.

"Remember to treat the wound when you get home to avoid tetanus."

Antonio Yika: "Miss Morgan, who taught you to put a straw fork in the haystack, which has no public morals? Don't you know that it is easy to hurt people?"

"No." Elizabeth raised her hand: "I put the handle of the pitchfork to the side - otherwise you can't bump it, it will directly fork you into a lamb chop on the grill. Most people will not be forked , only assassins who take the leap of faith will be forked."

"What's wrong with our assassin's leap of faith? Just like an eagle, experience true freedom..."

Elizabeth raised a hand again, this time with an obvious meaning—to shut him up: “Templars are not the same as your concept—besides, who made you feel so cool? Make you believe Zhiyue, let you pretend to be thirteen."

Antonio:"…………"

"Think about it, a master assassin entered this house, stole confidential documents, or evacuated after assassinating someone, and then the leap of faith was pierced by a pitchfork, isn't it very interesting?" Elizabeth leaned against the head of the bed Looking at Antonio, he meant something.

Antonio didn't seem to realize what Elizabeth meant at all. He raised his hand and gestured, as if trying to make up his mind. After that, he smiled, as if he could melt the chill of early autumn: "That seems really interesting."

Elizabeth was speechless: "You go."

After Antonio left, Elizabeth immediately jumped out of bed: "Anne! Call the other maids to come over and change all my sheets and bedding! Also! I need a new cloak!"

Thinking of being slept on by a bastard who likes to pretend to be X on the bed at home.Elizabeth was not happy.

Stupidity is contagious!

Elizabeth changed out of the clothes she had worn all night, threw them aside in disgust, and went to choose today's clothes with Annie's help.

Generally speaking, the family breakfast time in the Victorian era is set at eight o'clock—however, because there are only three people in the Earl of Glamorgan's family, Dungar disappeared, and Estelle is still stranded in France (Elizabeth has tried her best to delay her return to England. Fortunately, Raul, who was caught in the impulse of love, helped her a lot), and Elizabeth's wake-up time became breakfast time.

And Elizabeth, as a girl who is... not yet married, does not have the right to enjoy breakfast in bed, so she can only run to the breakfast room and eat breakfast alone.

Elizabeth felt simply miserable.

"What would you like to eat, miss?"

Elizabeth thought of the dark dishes, but the English breakfast was good: "Bread, fried eggs and bacon, and a glass of milk for me. Then I'll go to bed and catch up on sleep..." Elizabeth was very tired and felt dark. The eye circles are about to come out, and I didn't sleep well last night because of Antonio.

"If there are guests, Joseph will help me receive them first, and let Annie go up and call me..." Elizabeth staggered upstairs, almost falling on the stairs.

Elizabeth didn't even change her pajamas - she was actually quite tired of the aristocratic life of changing eight sets of clothes a day, she took off her corset and got into bed directly.

...Master Assassin...Templar...Leap of Faith...Sherlock Holmes...Phantom of the Opera...To hell with them all...

Elizabeth just wanted to sleep.

At this time, the milk soothed her nerves very well, and she fell asleep after touching the pillow.

"Miss, you can't sleep like this...it's too bad..." When Annie came in with her pajamas, Elizabeth was already asleep.

Annie: "..." She turned and went out.

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