Chapter 65 Confession
There is no stove or charcoal basin. Under the influence of the temperature control array, the room is still very hot.
After the last invasion by Anderson and others, Denise rearranged the entire house.
The floor was initially covered with a bright red fire velvet carpet. After Nancy entered Eagle Castle on a carpet of the same material, Denise replaced it with a more expensive purple siren velvet.
In the middle of the room is a double bed with neat and elegant white sheets; opposite the bed is a dressing table, much larger than the usual size. Except for a bronze mirror for makeup inlaid in the center, there are two mirrors on both sides. There are also many documents and receipts on display, which obviously doubles as a desk.
At this moment, Denise is sitting in front of the dressing table. She is wearing a slightly loose light green nightgown made of silk. Her black hair is draped behind her head. She is leaning on her temple with her left hand, revealing her delicate lotus root arm. She is holding a quill in her right hand. I brushed dots on the parchment paper, stopping to think about it from time to time. My red lips opened and closed, reciting the numbers on the paper.
Dong-dong-dong.
There was a knock on the door, and Denise opened her mouth slightly: "Who?"
"It's me." Raven's voice sounded.
Denise looked obviously startled, her eyes turned to one side first, and then a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: "Wait a moment."
She stood up, put on the shawl on the back of the chair, opened the door, and when she saw Raven's face, she couldn't help but joked: "Ha, our hard-working Lord Baron actually has time to see me."
" I'm done for now, come and take a look." Raven raised his eyebrows: "Why, you don't welcome me?"
"How dare you?" Denise glanced at him, turned and walked back. : "Come in."< br>
The door was closed, Denise sat back in front of the dressing table, and picked up the quill: "There are angel tears over there. If you are thirsty, pour some for yourself. I have some things to deal with. "
Raven found Angel's Tears, poured two glasses out, and put one of them on the dressing table without saying anything. He glanced at the data Denise was processing and sat down on her. The big bed behind you.
Taking a sip of the wine, the cold liquid entered his throat, making Raven feel much more relaxed and relaxed.
His eyes fell on Denise. Under the light, the dragon blood velvet looked crystal clear and psychedelic, as if clouds were rising from the ground, setting off her tight and powerful calves. Fairer.
The silk nightgown outlines the curvature of the thighs. Although it cannot show the slenderness of the waist, it also shows the elasticity of the skin under the nightgown as the body swings.
Denise gathered her messy hair with her left hand, revealing her round earlobes, and her pajamas fell naturally, revealing half of her arms.
Leaven had a smile on his face, but he didn't make any move. He just sat there and admired it quietly.
"Hmm..." Throwing the quill back into the ink bottle, Denise stretched her waist and let out a relaxed hum.
She took a sip of Angel's Tears, turned around and looked at Raven, who was sitting there neatly, and said with some surprise: "Oh, it's really strange, the little bee has changed his character and changed Have you become a little idiot?"
Raven was dumbfounded. He stood up and approached Denise: "Then I want to return to my true nature?"
As he said that, he was close to Denise. Go up.
But as soon as Denise turned her body, Raven jumped away. She walked to the side and picked up the wine bottle, then came to Raven and filled his glass: "Why did you think of looking for it today? I’m here, what’s the matter?”
"No." Raven took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "I just got a good thing, so I came to show it off to you."
While speaking, he put his hand on his waist and got a portion. The scroll is in his hand.
“What, is it the title deed of a shop in Men’en City?” Denise asked casually.
"Magic." Raven shook his finger: "And it's second-level magic!"
Denise's eyes lit up: "Second-level magic? How did you find it?"
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Everyone knows how precious magic equipment is, and as a businessman from Meng'en City, she certainly also knows how precious magic is.
Even the big merchants in Meng'en City who specialize in selling magic items rarely sell magic itself. It's not that they can't afford it, but that they simply can't get it!
"Nancy gave it to you?" Denise immediately thought of another magician in the castle.
"Clever!" Raven said with a smile.
"That is really something worth celebrating." At this point, Denise was keenly aware of the logic behind it, and her expression changed: "You have agreed to let her go to Bloody Highlands..."
"So, the date to go to the Bloody Highlands has been decided?"
"Yes." Raven didn't intend to hide it: "It has been decided and we will leave in half a month."
< br>A trace of worry flashed between her eyebrows. Denise put down the bottle and sat next to Raven: "Although I know I can't persuade you, I still want to ask, do I have to go?"
Lei Wen Shuang’s eyebrows raised : "Yes, the arrow is on the string and I have to shoot it."
Denise's face became more and more sad: "Now the price of food outside has skyrocketed. The price of every 100 kilograms of couscous has risen to 13.77 silver coins. More than six times that of the same period last year! Nord Province is about to face a great chaos. Why do you have to go to the Bloody Highlands at this time? It will only weaken your strength."
Raven took a sip of wine to moisten his throat: "It is precisely because there is going to be chaos that I have to rush to the bloody highlands before that happens."
"Why?" Denise was still puzzled.
“Because the Eagle Territory is currently too weak.” Raven rubbed his wine glass with both hands and sighed: “With the current scale of the territory’s citizens, this standing army of more than a hundred is already the limit. Any more will be a drag. The overall economy, construction and development"
"And food prices. With such a crazy increase, the chaos that will follow will definitely be huge. By then, the power in my hands will not be enough to make a difference."
"So, I must go to the Bloody Highlands to train these new recruits. A bloody elite!”
There was doubt and a hint of pity in Denise's eyebrows: "You launched an expedition just to prepare for the next war, without even leaving time for yourself to rest. Why are you so desperate?"
Leaven was silent and took a sip of wine: "...I want to control my own life."
Denise's pupils shrank and she was silent because she felt the same way as Raven's words.
Born from a poor family, she has been working as a weaver since she was a child to support her family. It is because she wants to control her own destiny that she works hard to learn literacy, keep accounts, and dress herself up.
In this way, we can achieve a class jump.
Every step is a big gamble. If you succeed, you will be completely reborn. If you fail, you will never recover.
Perhaps due to the blessing of fate, she succeeded and became a businessman; now, she has become a member of the Griffith family.
But the road Raven has to take is far more difficult than hers.
If a noble wants to be promoted, there are only two ways. The easiest way is to curry favor with the king. Giving up one's fiefdom, giving up one's independence, licking the grooves of members of the royal family, becoming a fawning courtier, waiting like a lap dog for the master to give him two fleshy bones, this is the so-called court aristocracy.
If you want to obtain a real title, you must take another path, pass the test of war, and withstand the baptism of blood and fire, so as to build the glory of the family.
Obviously Raven will not choose the first way.
Seeing Denise fall into silence, Raven raised a smile on his lips, leaned over and asked softly: "What are you thinking about?"
"I was thinking about you dying in Bloody Heights. , What kind of funeral should I give you?" Denise glanced to the side and said angrily.
"Then you must get a bigger coffin." Raven put his hands around her shoulders, put his chin on her shoulder and took a deep breath.
Feeling Raven's breath in her ears, Denise felt shy and itchy, but she still couldn't help asking: "Why?"
There was a narrow smile in Raven's eyes: "Give it to yourself in advance "Save a seat."
"You..." Denise turned back in anger, and was about to continue speaking, but her lips were blocked.
Her mind suddenly went blank.
With a clang, the wine glass fell to the ground, and the bright red wine stained the carpet.
Heavy snoring echoed in the room, and the shawl was thrown to the floor. Denise's originally fair skin was as red as cooked shrimp, and her eyes were covered with mist, as if they were about to melt.
Her white arms were wrapped around Raven's shoulders.
The silk nightgown began to show marks and the sheets began to wrinkle.
Leaven's hand fell on the hem of the nightgown and ran up his straight calves. A layer of goosebumps was exposed to the air as the nightgown opened.
Suddenly, Denise held Raven's wrist tightly, her chest was still heaving violently, her face was flushed, but her watery eyes were full of determination: "No... ”
Without forcing a breakthrough, Raven moved his head forward and wanted to continue the deep kiss, but Denise stopped him with her fingers. This really made him a little annoyed: "Why, just because you are my aunt?"
There was a hint of teasing and ridicule in his words.
“Don’t talk to me like that.” Denise’s tone was slightly harsh, biting her lips slightly, and then slowed down her voice: “…I am a widow.”
"Believe it or not, Phaedrus, my first husband, I have no feelings for him and am with him only for his property."
"My second husband, Donald, is your uncle, not to mention that we met a year ago. I can count the number of times on one hand.”
"So?" Raven asked impatiently: "Now it involves the two of them again, what do you want to say?"
"..."
Dani Si looked at Raven with extremely complicated eyes. She opened and closed her lips, and finally mustered up the courage:
"I like you!"
As if being hit by a bullet, Lei Wen froze there for a moment, feeling quite unbelievable.
Is this... a confession?
After saying the most difficult words, Denise's words became smoother, but her voice was trembling: "You are young, handsome, capable, skillful, wealthy, and ambitious. You can make a lot of money, so I I like you!”
“You are the first one I really like. man."
"But I...don't dare to like you too much." She touched Raven's cheek with her fingers: "Not just because you are Donald's nephew."
"More because, I can't see through you, and I can't see the future direction."
"The Bloody Highland incident is imminent, and there will soon be a great chaos sweeping the Nord province."
"What if you die?"
Leaven's expression also became complicated, and he sighed. He breathed: "People will die..."
"But that's so unfair to me. "Yes, isn't it?" Denise's voice was filled with pleading: "I've only ever liked someone like you." Watching you get involved in dangerous situations, don’t you think it’s… too cruel?”
After hearing this, Raven finally understood Denise's thoughts. He stood up silently: "...You are right, I did not take your feelings into consideration."
As he said that, he stood up, Walk out the door.
But immediately, Denise grabbed his wrist: "Cancel the plan for Bloody Heights and stay, okay?"
Raven closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He gently opened her fingers, continued to move, and stopped again when he reached the door.
"The war will be over soon." Raven's voice was low but firm: "When the time comes, I will come again to ask for an answer."
There was no response, Raven felt slightly disappointed, and he stepped forward and closed the door at the same time.
Just when the door was about to close, a voice sounded:
“As long as you can come back alive.”
Bang.
The door closed, Raven's mouth raised a smile, and he returned to his room.
A night of silence.
In the next few days, Eagle Castle became busier and busier, and everyone had their own errands.
With the assistance of Fiona, Old Gordon began to prepare and pack the fodder needed for the war horses and pack horses, and the servants also began to prepare marching rations in large quantities under the leadership of the cook Martha.
Needless to say about the military camp, even in Eagle Fort, you can sometimes hear the marching slogans coming from there.
Leaven squeezed out time and began to try to practice the second-level magic called "Burning Ember Technique".
In the dungeon, Raven's chanting sounded.
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(End of this chapter)