Chapter 246: A Ridiculous Night
Fiona finally suppressed her curiosity and did not touch Raven's desk.
Soon, Patty came back with clothes and helped Fiona change into them. Fiona hugged her pajamas, buried her head in it with only her eyes exposed, and trotted back to her room.
Soon after, Raven returned to the study and looked at the paperwork on the table without saying a word.
That was a letter from Marquis Anthony.
The wording was as gorgeous and complicated as the nobles always were, but the content was very simple. Raven was asked to "pay more attention" to the schedule, and in this round, except Gul'dan, the other two contestants from the Fox family were eliminated.
Tapping his fingers on the table, Raven frowned deeply, a trace of impatience creeping onto his brows.
There was a crash of thunder, lightning illuminated the documents, and drizzle blew into the window, making the back of Raven's neck wet.
“Fuck!” Raven pulled off his collar and stood up. The low-pressure air made it difficult for him to breathe, and his already depressed mood became even more irritable.
Closing the window, Raven folded the letter and stuffed it into the drawer, walked out of the room, and said to Patty: "I'm going out for a walk, no need to follow."
The sky was as gloomy as night.
The old clay pots under the eaves are filled with rainwater, constantly rippling in the wind, and ripples are created by the water droplets on the eaves.
The raindrops smashed into pieces on the ground, gathered together at a low place, and merged into a trickle, meandering along the road paved with stone slabs.
The stone slabs, which have been worn by thousands of feet and wheels, are wetted and smooth like mirrors, reflecting the broken light of roadside lanterns, adding a touch of tenderness to the cold streets.
The sound of frogs sounded from nowhere.
Under the curtain of rain, Eagle Town slowly fell into sleep. There were almost no pedestrians on the streets, and it was as quiet as an empty city.
Leaven was walking on Downing Street, listening to the dense crisp sounds on the black cloth umbrella, and his mood gradually calmed down, but he felt a little more sad for no reason.
Light a hand-rolled cigarette and inhale it into your lungs. The moist air makes the originally hot and choking smoke a little softer, and also makes the smell stick to your lips.
The sound of heels colliding with bluestone echoed in the alley. Raven looked up and saw a woman coming towards him.
She held a black parasol in her hand, with the edge of the umbrella pressed down, covering her face while carrying the breeze, but revealing half of the black veil that only widowed women would wear. The robe was slightly wet by the rain, showing The thickness is not commensurate with the thin body.
The parasol could not withstand the heavy rain, and water dropped down the lace of the umbrella head, which wetted her robe and made the red lips under the black gauze even more shiny and smooth.
Perhaps because of the cold, perhaps because of fatigue, her arms stained with rain trembled slightly.
Leaven stood on the roadside like a gentleman. When the two of them crossed paths, Raven was shocked to find that this was Mrs. Doreen.
She also saw Raven, with a bit of surprise, a bit of joy, and a little bit of embarrassment in her eyes: "Baron Raven, could you please give me a piece of it?"
< br>If it were normal, Raven would definitely ask some questions, such as where her entourage is, where her maid is, and why she appears here alone.
But now, Raven didn't want to think too much, he just nodded slightly, turned his umbrella sideways, and covered Mrs. Doreen's head.
The young widow smiled gratefully, put away her umbrella, and walked with Raven.
She controlled the distance very carefully, allowing Raven to smell the aroma of hair oil emanating from her hair, but not really being next to Raven, as if they were far away from each other.
The rain is getting heavier, beating drums, and layers of bowl-shaped flowers bloom in the water bubbles. The water vapor condenses into mist and gradually blocks the view.
“Yeah——”
A cloud of muddy water splashed out, and Mrs. Doreen stepped into the gap between the stone slabs. Her skirt stuck to her legs, and her ankles wearing black stockings were stained with mud. She was about to fall, but Raven helped her up.
Her skin was as cool as autumn water, and her body was as gentle as if she had no bones.
Mrs. Doreen leaned into Raven's arms, her pupils slightly dilated due to panic, and a blush appeared on her pale cheeks: "I'm sorry..."
"Are you okay?" Raven asked lightly. road.
Doreen shook her head slightly, supported Raven's arm to stand up straight, and took two steps. However, her feet became weak again due to the sprain, and she bent down, her soft cloak highlighting the plump curves of her waist.
Raven stretched out his arm, and Mrs. Doreen hesitated for a moment before holding it tightly, straightening up and walking slowly.
After walking for a short distance, Mrs. Doreen's breathing became no longer steady, her face turned pale, and her body began to tremble.
Turn around the corner, from Downing Street to Baker Street, and you will see a small shop not far away. There is no signboard, only an oak wine glass hanging upside down at the door, and soft light shines on the street through the window. .
Mrs. Doreen paused, with a hint of pleading in her weak tone: "Let's go in and sit for a while, okay?"
I felt pity for her shivering in the cold rain. .
Raven nodded, helped Doreen to the door, and leaned the umbrella against the wall.
When you open the door and walk in, a warm feeling hits your face.
This is not a very big tavern. There are only 4 tables in total, and six or seven drinkers are sitting here and there. The stove next to the wall is crackling.
Doreen looks like a noble at first glance, but there is no shortage of nobles in Eagle Town nowadays, and Raven deliberately raised his collar to hide his face. This kind of mysterious tone is also common among the nobles, so he did not Without attracting any extra attention, the owner, who is also a bartender, enthusiastically showed the two of them a table.
“What do you two need? Our store has recently purchased Angel Tears with the ‘flame tongue’ flavor, which is just right for this weather.”
"Then let's have a drink." Raven said, looking at Doreen again.
Mrs. Doreen said softly: "A glass of hot milk."
The two sat opposite each other. Raven still felt a little stuffy, so he opened the window slightly and breathed in the inflowing air.
Soon, two drinks were placed on the table.
"You seem to have something on your mind..." Mrs. Doreen held the porcelain cup with both hands, her body relaxed a little, and her pale face became more colorful: "About the athletic competition?"
Raven came back to his senses and took a sip of the wine in the glass. The hot feeling flowed from the tip of his tongue to his stomach: "It's just a small problem. I have already thought about what to do."
"But you Still unwilling?" Doreen blinked.
“…” Lei Wen raised his head and swallowed half of the glass of wine: “The word unwilling is not in my dictionary.”
“I will call it - it’s not that I won’t report it, The time has not come yet.”
Duo Linsu held a spoon in her hand. Stirring slowly in the cup, he looked at Raven with admiration and admiration in his eyes: "That's why you can reach this day, as a baron, stir up the entire Nord province, and turn the Eagle Territory of the Borderland into a It is now the focus of the province’s attention.”
Raven chuckled: "In the final analysis, it is just a weight that happens at the right time."
"But it is enough to affect the balance of the scale." Doreen said seriously: "And you can decide to use this weight. "Where are the weights?"
This kind of compliment was rarely heard by Raven. He smiled slightly and drank the wine in his glass: "Just say what you have to say, Mrs. Doreen, as long as it's not too much. Trouble, even if it’s for your sake For my husband's sake, I will also help."
Mrs. Doreen's eyes brightened slightly, but dimmed after hearing the second part of the sentence: "Maybe not to others, but to you. "It must be a kind of trouble."
Leaven didn't like to cause trouble for himself. He listened to the sound of rain outside the window and gradually began to feel a little sleepy: "Let's go, Mrs. Doreen, I'll take you back." .”
As he spoke, he stood up, but as soon as he stood upright, he felt his eyes darken, his hands and feet began to become numb and weak, and his consciousness was drifting away.
Oops, there’s something wrong with this wine!
Leaven held the table with his hands, his lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single syllable. He slid off the table and fell to the ground with a clang.
In his last consciousness, he heard the voice of the tavern owner: "Hey, Mrs. Doreen, how are our 'Sons of Bane' mercenary group doing?"
Doreen The woman stood up, walked to Raven who fell to the ground, and gently lifted him up: "Not bad, very good."
The tavern owner rubbed his hands, looked at her beautiful face and swallowed: "In that case, is it time to pay us the balance?"
"Of course, if you are willing to pay the bill in other ways, we will I won’t mind.”
The surrounding drinkers also stood up and slowly surrounded him.
Mrs. Doreen stroked Raven's cheek with her fingers and said softly: "I will send it to your family."
"What, you are..." The tavern owner Before he could finish his words, he suddenly choked, bent down, spit out a ball of black blood, and then fell to the ground, his limbs twitched, his eyes widened and he gradually stopped breathing.
All around, the people named Drunkards who were actually mercenaries panicked. Some wanted to escape, and some wanted to intimidate Doreen, but no one succeeded. They just left the tavern in a mess, and then followed in the footsteps of the boss. The door opened, and a group of warriors in black robes walked in.
Mrs. Doreen stood up: "Take Baron Raven away, be sure not to hurt him; deal with all these mercenaries."
"Yes. ”
……
His consciousness slowly returned to Raven's body. He opened his eyes and saw the candlestick hanging on the stone ceiling, filling the room with dim light.
My body felt inexplicably heavy, as if something was pressing on it.
He gradually moved his eyes downwards and saw...
Mrs. Doreen.
She still wore the widow's iconic black gauze hat on her head, and her neat hair was spread loosely, stuck to her forehead and cheeks with sweat.
His brows were furrowed, and there was a bit of confusion and joy in his eyes. He bit his lower lip with his teeth, and occasionally made a few dull and painful nasal sounds.
Under the black burqa, there is a piece of white snow glowing red.
In the depression of the delicate collarbone, crystal beads, whether it is rain or sweat, are rolling, flowing down the edge of the collarbone, flowing through mountains and deep valleys, stopping slightly on the smooth lower abdomen, and then breaking through the obstruction of hair. Flows into the small belly button.
She must be a woman who likes sports. The skin on her lower abdomen is not only tight, but the outline of her abdominal muscles can be clearly seen through the almost transparent skin.
The thighs wrapped in black stockings are plump and fleshy, reflecting the dim light.
Feeling Raven's gaze, her movements became more intense, but her gaze shifted away. There was a golden wedding ring on the finger that crossed her chest.
A trace of surprise and anger rose in Raven's heart.
Suddenly, Mrs. Doreen felt like the world was spinning, and the next moment, the ceiling appeared in front of her eyes.
How could he recover so quickly! ?
However, before she could think clearly, Lei Wen's livid face appeared in front of her, and his arms clamped around her throat like steel: "Are you crazy?!"
Like a drowning fish, Mrs. Doreen opened her mouth and couldn't breathe at all, but a trace of red appeared on her face. She gently raised her arm and pinched Raven's chest.
Pa—
A slap fell heavily on Doreen’s face, causing her beautiful cheeks to swell up visibly. Raven gritted his teeth and said:
“I really thought I don’t dare to kill you! ?”
Tears flowed from the corners of Doreen’s eyes due to suffocation, but her legs quietly wrapped around Raven’s waist.
"You're so fucking crazy!"
"Crazy..."
...
A long time.
Leaven stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, holding his clothes in the palm of his hand, raising his finger bones, lowering his voice, and sneered sarcastically: "Oh, you are so brave."
He could guess that Mrs. Doreen's purpose was to strengthen the relationship between the two and find a backer for herself. If she could become pregnant with his illegitimate child, the relationship would be even more unbreakable.
But this is in the Eagle Territory. Once her plan is slightly overlooked or leaked, she will surely enter a situation that is beyond redemption.
Mrs. Doreen huddled up in the quilt, only her slightly damaged black stockings were exposed, her eyes were red and swollen, wiping tears, she was about to cry, with sobs in her voice:
"Never. What kind of innate bravery is there? I just have no one behind me.”
Leaven was speechless immediately.
It was as if he had forced her to do something!
After considering the pros and cons, Raven stood up and put on clothes, with a cold voice: "If anyone knows about this..."
Dolene raised her head and continued. : "It's not that I won't report it, the time has not come yet."
"...It's good that you know!" Raven glanced at her with a dagger-like look, grabbed his hat, pushed the door open and left the room.
Looking at the door knocker that was still shaking slightly, a smile suddenly broke out on Mrs. Doreen's face, which was like a pear blossom in the rain.
She stroked her red and swollen cheeks, and her eyes looked like a gambler who was already penniless but made a comeback!
"You are so good in every field, Raven..."
After a ridiculous night, Raven returned to his usual pace of life, and there was nothing unusual about the outside world. Good rumors, as if nothing happened.
However, Old Gordon reported a case a few days later, saying that a group of mercenaries disappeared in the Eagle Territory, and the mercenary guild sent someone to ask for an explanation.
Looking at the vividly described face of the hotel owner on the document handed to him, Raven snorted and threw it into the trash can.
Although Old Gordon found it a bit strange, he didn't pay too much attention - it was just a mercenary guild, and the Baron did not have the obligation to reply to them.
After a few days of rest, Eagle Castle is busy with the upcoming 6th round of the competition.
Before the schedule was announced, Engla approached Raven again and hoped that he would do the final review work.
After reading it, Raven made slight adjustments to the schedule and arranged the remaining two knights from the Fox family to compete in the same arena to play against each other.
This is his response to Marquis Anthony, and it can also be explained to the Fox family.
For Marquis Anthony, this will inevitably eliminate a member of the Fox family; for the Fox family, it is guaranteed that one person will advance to the next round.
Engla didn't quite understand the meaning of this arrangement, but still chose to obey. However, after the change, he took a look and frowned: "Lord Baron, there is another problem."
< br>“Previous arrangements were basically men against men and women against women, which was relatively fair. Ping, there is enough to watch.”
“After you change this time, the only pair of female knights will be separated, and Savannah will face off against Wami of the Pingtson family. 'Knight..."
Savanna is one of the two contestants sent by the Church of Light in this duel conference.
Engla arranges female opponents for her every time. In addition to the reasons mentioned before, she also takes into account the face of the Light Church.
Of course Raven also knew this, he shook his head and said: "Don't worry, it's no problem."
If Archbishop Thomas wanted to compete for the crown, he would not only send two second-level knights.
Now that they have both reached the top 32, it is enough to give the Church of Light face. If they are eliminated in this round, Archbishop Thomas will not have any objections.
“Yes, Lord Baron.”
Soon after, the list was announced, which immediately excited the nobles who had already seen through it.
There is quite a lot of noteworthy information in this round. In addition to the first two male-female duels and the civil war in the Fox family, there is also new explosive information.
That is, the game has progressed to this point, and finally there is a game between the third level, and there are two games at once.
Gul'dan versus Baron "Omaha" of Seaside County; Akori versus Baron Wessassin of Snow Maple County!
These two games, one after the other, can be said to have attracted enough attention and excitement, so much so that before the game even started, a large number of people had already begun to place bets on these two games.
The focus of betting is not only on winning or losing the game, but more people are betting on who can solve the opponent faster, Gul'dan or Akori!
During this period of time, Raven's main energy was still spent on enchanting. When he got tired of playing with plate armor, he went to enchant a magic wand to relax. The progress was quite gratifying. The upgrade progress of the first-level magic wand was coming. To about 75%.
On August 7th, the sixth round of the competition officially began.
On this day, Raven did not get into his secret room, but came to the box of the arena, and sat with Marquis Anthony, Archbishop Thomas, Earl of Montreal, and Earl of Tyrone for the first time in a long time.
Under the calm surface, there are undercurrents.
……
(End of this chapter)