The carriage drove out of the harbor of St. Helier, Raphael gently opened a corner of the window, and the snowflakes flew outside, falling on the trees and the ground, and looking at the small white flowers rising from the branches not far away, Raphael could not help but think of a poem, 'The plum is three parts white, but the snow loses the fragrance of the plum.' It looks like a plum blossom, and you should plant some in your garden." The carriage began to slow down.

The sound of horses' hooves falling on the gravel road came through the window, and it looked like they were about to reach their destination. Within a few minutes of closing the window, there was a slight knock on the door of the carriage, and then the butler gently pushed the door open and walked up, dragging a thick cloak in his hand, looking very thoughtful. "Master Magician, we're here."

"Oh, good." Raphael motioned to the butler to put on the cloak stacked beside him without a cloak, and then stepped out of the car first. The butler was not embarrassed, still dragging the thick cloak and following behind Raphael.

Not far away is a small detached villa, the building is covered in a thick milky white color, which seems to blend in with the snowy scene. It is surrounded by iron fences, and there is a small bell tower on the top of the building, in which is placed a small bell, which is supposed to be used for warning. It is a short distance from the harbour of St. Helier, and very close to a woodland, where it is easy for wandering wild beasts and fierce beasts to roam the vicinity.

The courtyard of the cottage was very quiet, except for a few servants who were clearing the snow, but Raphael could feel that these people were all warriors, and the fighting spirit on their bodies could not be covered by changing into a servant's clothes! And these guys are the kind of fighters who have been on the battlefield and killed people! Better than the so-called Guards!

Raphael glanced at them slightly, and then continued to walk forward, Longtan Tiger's Den? Something interesting.

"Master Magician, my master is waiting for you in the living room on the second floor, and I won't accompany you up." The butler bent down slightly and said to Raphael very respectfully.

"Okay, I'm sorry for you." Raphael nodded slightly in return, and then stepped onto the wooden staircase painted with dark red lacquer, and the air smelled faintly scented with flowers, and it seemed that the owner of the house was still a man of great taste.

At the end of the stairs, there was a fireplace burning with a fireplace, and footsteps were heard behind him, and there was some movement on the sofa with his back to Raphael, and then a man was seen standing up from his seat. It was actually a woman, and I saw a pair of slender legs wrapped in black transparent stockings stretching out from the sofa and slowly falling to the ground, with a strong allure in elegance, which made people can't help but focus on it.

It was the first time that Raphael had seen such a forward-thinking design, and he did not expect that such a product would be produced in this era. Sure enough, the style that this thing can bring out is really not something that ordinary things can replace!

First, I saw a long chestnut-colored hair hanging down as she stood, and then I saw her turn around, a pair of deep black eyes, those eyes were unusually charming, and I felt as if there were thousands of words in them, deep and charming, seductive! Blown-up cheeks, soft and full red lips, high nose bridge, and wearing a long black silk dress with suspenders and off-the-shoulders, forming a strong visual impact with her white and tender arms. A pair of plump skirts lifted up, and shrank sharply in the lower abdomen, and the words mature, sexy, and bewitching couldn't be more appropriate on her body!

"Hello, Mr. Magician. You're not quite like what you rumored! The woman's voice has a natural charm, and Sue's makes people's bones soft.

"Oh? Is it? So what did the rumored me look like? Raphael smiled lightly, the woman was beautiful and had a good figure. But Raphael behaved very naturally, not all women can be called beautiful, and there is another type of woman who is called a femme fatale. There's nothing wrong with liking good things, but it's not worth it if you lose your whole thing.

"It is rumored that you have three heads, a hideous face, a mouth that spits flames, a wave of your hand to attract demons, and a stomp of your foot that can shatter the ground." The woman's beautiful eyes stared at Raphael's body, as if to find out if there was anything in common.

"That really disappointed the beautiful lady." It seems that the nobles have left no room for slandering themselves, but they can only get away with it now. Although he did kill a lot of people, it was a 'rebellion' under reasonable circumstances. To be realistic, if you die, there will be no one to help you seek justice.

"You're such an interesting person." The woman walked towards Raphael, bent down, and a snow-white spilled into her eyes, squeezing out a charming deep groove that made people want to explore the depths. It seems that the other party thinks of himself as an impulsive young man who does not understand the world. Also, his previous actions were indeed no different from those young nobles. Raphael had tasted it and knew three of them. He himself clearly understands that he will not be the unruly Yanagishita Megumi. But he will not succumb to lust and become its humble slave.

"Yes, it's the first time anyone has said that about me." Raphael did not shy away from looking at the woman's deep groove, and responded as usual. Raphael's performance made the woman a little surprised, I thought that Raphael would do more radical behavior, but I didn't expect to just take a look, this point of performance always has a feeling of punching cotton.

"That's my pleasure, please take a seat. Mr. Magician. But the woman did not freeze because of this, but said to Raphael with a charming smile.

The fireplace was blazing, and the red light reflected the faces of the two men. The woman took a wine glass, poured a little liquor into it, and sat on the soft sofa, with her beautiful legs folded and placed on the armrests of the sofa.

"I wonder what important things the lady has come to me?" Raphael provoked this talk first, and he really didn't plan to spend the whole day here, especially if he just watched and didn't eat.

"Mr. Magician's outstanding strength is very much appreciated by the adults of my family, so I want to see if Mr. Magician has this meaning." The woman smiled like a flower, as if she wanted to make Raphael fall under her pomegranate dress.

"Who are your lords?" Although he could guess, Raphael still raised his own doubts.

"Grand Duke Louis Perchens." Although the woman's tone was a little fanatical, Raphael could tell from her expression that she didn't care. It seems that maybe she doesn't belong directly to Archduke Louis Pechens, maybe she is directly a follower of the god of conspiracy, Viren?

"Archduke Louis Perchens? How can I, a country aristocrat, get into the eyes of such a big man, if I agree. I wonder what Archduke Louis Perchens can do me? Raphael looked a little apprehensive, but his eyes were fixed on the expression on the woman's face.

The woman's expression flashed with disappointment and disdain, but a smile quickly appeared. This disappointment and disdain made Raphael a little interested, will this woman be the breakthrough in this matter? Raphael's mental power swept away, and found that there were many eyeliners watching in this house, and Raphael did not want to break the situation rashly.

I saw Raphael suddenly bully up, like a lustful pervert, grabbed the woman's feet wrapped in black silk, the woman didn't expect Raphael to suddenly come out like this, her body shook, and she wanted to pull her foot out, but although Raphael didn't look very strong, but with the blessing of divine power, her strength was much stronger than her, and the woman couldn't break free at all.

Then Raphael was seen kneading the woman's legs, and the woman's face turned red and she wanted to struggle. But little by little, she discovered something that Raphael was writing on her lap, and she realized that she could understand exactly what it meant, knowing that she was not a special agent, and that she had never cultivated this ability.

"Then I wonder what Mr. Magician wants?" The woman looked at Raphael with silky eyes, as if acquiescing to his actions.

"What about you, for example." Raphael's movements were a little inch-inch, 'pop', and the woman slapped Raphael in the face, as if she couldn't stand Raphael's movements anymore.

"What do you mean by that? Difficult road, Grand Duke Iss Perchens, can't even give up a woman? Raphael looked a little angry. Snorted coldly and got up to leave. Immediately, a man walked over from the side, "Lord Magician, please calm your anger, my master didn't mean that." As he spoke, he gestured to the woman with his eyes.

The woman hurriedly stepped forward to soothe Raphael's wounded heart with her hand, but Raphael slapped her hand away in dissatisfaction.

"Since you are so insincere, then there is nothing to talk about. I'm sorry, but I think I should go. But I also don't want to put this beautiful lady in a bad situation because of me. Raphael, though with some anger on his face, seemed to have forced a very gentlemanly behavior.

"We will, and hopefully we won't leave you with bad memories." The squire nodded, saying these words apologetically.

Raphael walked away angrily, but Raphael was relieved in his heart, even if he staggered the invitation of Archduke Louis Perchens, after all, an impulsive person is not suitable to be a good subordinate!

Pull a horse out of the stable, and Raphael is gone! At the window of the villa, Griffin was watching him disappear.

"My lord, do you still need to solicit him?" The man in black walked out of the side lightly and asked in a low voice.

"Forget it, an impulsive guy is prone to bad things after all." Griffin's brow furrowed, he always felt as if he had overlooked something.

"What about the woman? What to do with her? The man in black then asked.

"After all, she helped us, so let her go this time. If there is a next time, you know what to do! Griffin's eyes flickered, as if he had some murderous intent.

"Yes, sir. Archduke Louis Perchens sent a message that the nails on the road were almost pulled out, and that we should be fully prepared to carry out the plan at any time. The man in black nodded, and withdrew the short knife in his scabbard. Obviously, if it weren't for Griffin's previous words, he would have been ready to destroy the flowers with his hot hands!

Griffin snorted dissatisfied, "This guy's work efficiency is really low, we've all been in this place for a month." Obviously, he has already made preparations for him! ”

The man in black didn't dare to speak quietly, "What about the Church of the Three Gods?" Are there any special events today? Griffin closed the curtain and turned around.

"No, as usual. There are no problems. Seeing Griffin turn around, the man in black hurriedly lowered his head.

"Give me big eyes, sometimes no problem is the biggest problem!" With that, Griffin exited the room through the secret passage.

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Riding on this black horse, Raphael was quite happy to enjoy the snow, slowed down the speed of the horse, and the surrounding snow scene made him a little excited, he was originally from the south, and had never seen what snow looked like. Although he had seen it before, he had not quietly enjoyed the snow in such a comfortable and relaxed environment, which made his body and mind a little open-minded, and he couldn't help but shout a few times!

"It's a nuisance, there's a tail everywhere!" As he spoke, Raphael unleashed an arcane missile at a snowdrift in the distance, and saw several figures jumping out of it, these guys were dressed in light armor, and their acrobatic jumps and whirls showed their extraordinary skills.

"What? Who did you send to me? Those thieves who didn't die yesterday? Raphael raised his whip and pointed at them.

"Your Excellency, you have misunderstood, we are not employed by those nobles. It's just that someone above us wants to invite you over for a cup of tea. These people didn't expect Raphael to be able to spot them, and their faces were slightly surprised. They are very confident in their hidden abilities, and many magical beasts with amazing perceptions can't detect them, and they didn't expect to be discovered by the young magician in front of them!

"Invite me to tea? Do you people in St. Helier's harbour still like to have tea? "Raphael couldn't help but think of a phrase he had heard before, 'XXX, the director of the discipline department invites you to have tea.'

"Just tell me who it is, you don't have to be sloppy with me here." Then he set his eyes on them, these guys were well-equipped, better equipped than the previous members of the guard, it seemed that this guy who was going to drink tea by himself was not small.

"It's the lord of the city who wants to invite the magician to go to drink tea before, I wonder if the lord can enjoy it?" The man in the center bent forward and spoke respectfully.