Since Seventy-Six became Joko's handmaiden, he's been spending a lot less time with Denise. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It's not that he forgets his old love because he has a new love, but he has to spend time taking care of the poor guide - the punishment of "Black Money" is not a joke, and when she is sent by the person in charge, she is covered in whip marks and bruises, just like the two of them looked half a day ago.

Joko was glad that he had made this request in time, otherwise he would have been crippled by the fact that Seventy-Six would have been crippled if he continued like this, so Silverface would say that she could no longer serve as a guide—and the guests would not let a crippled person serve them.

Fortunately, Seventy-Six's body is quite strong, not as weak as ordinary women, especially in the abdomen and back, and can still see the shallow muscle lines, after applying the injury medicine, he has recovered quickly, and is now able to take care of the chores in the house - of course, including some small personal services.

Just like today.

"Sir, do you need me to help you rub your shoulder?"

After cleaning the house, Number 76 leaned over and sat down next to Yoko with a smile - according to the rules, the maid could not take the initiative to approach the master without the master's instructions, and the other party was obviously still trying to curry favor with the "guests" in the way that the "black money" had been trained. However, Yoko didn't care at all, on the contrary, he liked this kind of active and enthusiastic teasing.

If she's just a maid who pays attention to everything and follows her master's orders, then it's too boring.

"Sit down," he said, putting down the wild history in his hand and lying down on the bench, while Seventy-Six also took off his shoes and sat on his knees, letting him rest his head firmly on his thigh.

Then her long, powerful fingers pressed down on her shoulders and slowly kneaded them - much more forceful and skillful than those of women who flirted more than massaged, and it was evident that with some hard work, she could really relieve fatigue.

Joko was lying on her lap, and Seventy-Six's face could be clearly seen. After the "black money" sent her over, she naturally didn't need to wear that copper mask to hide her identity.

To be honest, Number Seventy-Six is not a particularly beautiful woman, and in terms of facial features, it can only be considered above average, let alone compared to a witch. But the red lips were just right, especially when he looked up from below, and the curved corners of his mouth were particularly intriguing.

Even more beautiful was her figure—it was the first time that Joko had experienced such power, she was not as plump as most aristocratic women, and she was not as thin as a poor girl. Shapely limbs, elastic skin, and bumpy chest and abdomen...... When she tensed her body, she could feel the slight bulge of solid muscles, which was much more attractive to him than just looking like freshness.

Just as Joko was about to go one step further, the door was pushed open.

It was Hill Fox who walked in.

Well, the pleasure time was over, he sighed and sat up, "You won't let me redeem any witch again this time, will you?"

Hill didn't answer, but looked at Seventy-Six.

The latter bowed playfully, and then walked briskly out of the room.

"It's just a minion," Joko shrugged, "and you're too cautious. ”

"The situation in Dawn is not stable, so it's better to be careful at this time. ”

"Denise is much bigger than Seventy-Six in terms of prestige and family background, why don't you see you being so wary of her?"

Because Denise Payton is a person on the table, who can find out the details by various means, but a guide to "black money" training can't find out. Hill sat down across from him and placed a letter on the coffee table in the middle.

"But I think I've got the details of her," Joko smirked, "I wonder if you'd like to hear it?"

"Oh?" Hill frowned, "Tell me about it." ”

It seemed that even the guards assigned by an old friend were not omniscient, and he grinned, "It takes a lot of time to train such a well-trained guide—whether it is her skill in serving guests, or her obviously tempered body, which she can't do in more than ten years." It has become her instinct to please and serve her guests, and how old is she now?"

"Around twenty-one twelve...... No more than twenty-five. ”

"That's right, that is, before Seventy-Six received these trainings, he was about five or six years old. Unless she is an immortal monster, it is unlikely that she is from a force other than "black money". "And the Black Money has nothing to do with us, and what they do is much more terrifying than stealing slaves and harboring witches—not to mention that we haven't done the latter yet." He laughed at himself, "Witches don't need our shelter at all. ”

Seeing that Hill Fox had nothing to say for a moment, Jokoton felt refreshed, and he picked up the letter on the table, opened it, and just looked at it twice, his brow fell.

It turned out to be an official diplomatic letter in the name of His Majesty Roland.

And the above content also scared Joko's heart.

The King of Greycastle wants to stop the Lord of Dawn from continuing to persecute witches? Yoko felt that his head was about to turn around, this was the capital of the Dawn Kingdom, not the western border of Greykeep!

Did an old friend think that Ampein Moya would listen to him?

Not to mention the cascade of threats that followed, such as the crumbling church of what not to go against the times...... Another example is that the Grey Castle will not sit idly by and will reserve the right to take the next step, hoping that the new king will do his own thing.

Despite the euphemistic words, Joko believes that no one who can stand in the palace is a fool, which is simply saying that if he does what Grey Keep says, Dawn will be the next enemy of Grey Keep!

How could he say such a thing in front of the Lord of the Dawn?

Joko handed the letter to Hill with a sad face, and the whole person felt restless, and the slightest hint of joy that had just won the argument was gone.

It was really said by the guards, to His Majesty Roland, witches are much more important than the covenant. However, in addition to attracting the disgust of the major nobles of Dawn, does this threat have any other effect?

"What should I do?" was the only one who could give him advice now.

"Do as Your Majesty says," Hill quickly read the letter, "and this is your duty as an ambassador. As for Ampein Moya's reaction...... I guess he's going to be furious at all and kick you out of the palace, and there's no other danger. ”

"Then the relationship we've built with the other nobles will be finished," Joko said sullenly, "The families of Glow City will laugh at us as crazy, and Roland will be the new talk of the party...... What good is this empty threat to Your Majesty?"

"Empty threats?" said Hill noncommittally, "do you really think Your Majesty is just talking?"

Joko's heart trembled, and he looked at the guards in disbelief, "This ...... Unlikely......"

"Until the old king was overthrown, Tifecous Wimbledon thought so," Hill said slowly, "as far as I know, His Majesty Roland never did anything meaningless. ”