Crown of Chaos

Lord Viscount was a little eager to give it a try.

Just as the pastor said, they had met each other when they were children. Before the pastor didn't wear a mask, the two parties had seen each other frequently.

Just recalling his dark history, Aaron couldn't help but black lines appeared on his forehead.

The previous Aaron Salian was so embarrassing.

When seeing the beautiful pastor lady, Aaron always looks like he is unable to walk.

Damn it, why is it so embarrassing?

It’s okay, I am no longer the person I used to be!

Aaron swallowed and fixed his gaze on the pastor lady who opened her mask.

As the pastor lady took off her mask, a beautiful scene appeared in front of Aaron.

He looked a little stunned.

Eleanor took off her mask, untied her long golden hair and spread it behind her back. Under a pair of pretty half-elf pointed ears were a pair of shining silver crescent earrings. Her slightly spread bangs covered the aligned moons. Her eyebrows, with several strands of golden threads falling from her eyebrows, set off her delicate and radiant white skin. Her whole face is full of holy charm, delicate yet classically beautiful. The eyes are inlaid with blue crystal pupils, like a gentle Her eyes are full of all kinds of amorous feelings, and her beautiful face without any makeup is covered with a layer of sacred moonlight, showing a pure and holy color. Her thin cherry lips are like a plum blossom in the snow, which makes any man see it. , will immediately put away their blasphemous heart and be in awe.

Her figure is not particularly tall but very well-proportioned and slender. She is 1.63 meters tall and is lined with a crystal frosted white platycodon dress. It is both serious and thin. Her exposed neck and collarbone are as smooth as agar-agar. It is dotted with purple platycodon flowers, and coupled with the elegant body fragrance that spreads around her body, it is even more intoxicating, slightly seductive, and indescribably sultry. With a slender figure like a ballet dancer, her concave and convex body curves are interpreted so perfectly, and she outlines beautiful curves with infinite charm.

The slim waist is soft under the slim skirt. The skirt wraps the plump buttocks in a round and straight shape, highlighting the woman's curves. The overall lines of a pair of snow-white slender legs are smooth. When the pastor lady takes off her boots and socks, she is completely naked. , there is not a trace of veins that ruin the beauty of the shin, exuding a healthy white skin, and the graceful curves of the legs are extremely elegant, showing the temptation of bare feet, and outlining the symmetrical and sexy style of the legs.

The pastor lady quickly changed her shoes into hotel slippers. The entire instep was smooth, soft and full of bones. On her beautiful white feet, five jade toes like silkworms were neatly arranged at the toes of the shoes, exposed in the dim candlelight. There is a special charm under the fire. The ankles are slender and graceful, as smooth and delicate as jade pillars.

Sure enough, Miss Pastor is a stunning beauty! Aaron was secretly surprised. He thought that the pastor lady might be very beautiful, but he didn't expect her to be so beautiful!

No, don't keep staring! Sure enough, even in a private space, Eleanor, who had taken off her mask, still felt ashamed. She yelled in annoyance, looking a little regretful, with a pair of naked pink jade Zu couldn't help but shrink back: Watch me hammer you again!

Beautiful things must be appreciated carefully. Aaron felt his mouth dry for a while, and he also swallowed to make his face look normal: Miss Eleanor, although this sentence may You have heard it many times, but I still have to say, you are so beautiful, your beauty is like the brightest star in the night sky.

You guy... just know it in your heart, there is no need to say it! Miss Pastor waved her war hammer at Aaron. For some reason, she was obviously still wearing a lined dress, but under Aaron's gaze She always had the illusion that she had no clothes on. She couldn't help but blush, and wanted to scold him and tell him to get out.

But then I thought about it, this seemed to be his room, and I reluctantly agreed to move in because of his kind invitation.

Um, does it taste really strong? Feeling Aaron's aggressive gaze, the pastor lady suddenly said an incomprehensible word from her mouth, so fast that she didn't even react.

How could it be? Aaron stood up naturally and took the priest's robe from the hands of the priest. It was stained with bugbear's brain, blood and body fluids. His Excellency the Viscount faced the priest with a red face. , smiled in her ear: Don't worry, as long as you are with me, I guarantee that you will be sweet!

Without waiting for Eleanor to answer, Aaron, who had already heard the footsteps at the door of the room, opened the door and saw that the waiter had come in carrying several buckets of hot water. , Should he hammer him or should he hammer him? The pastor lady said in a normal tone: You wash up first, I will go downstairs for a stroll. After experiencing so many things, I want to have a drink and relax. I will hand over your robe. Clean the laundry room.”

I won't put too much thought into it just because you are here, nor will I do anything to you just because you are a beautiful woman. Aaron stood up, walked to the door, and turned around.

That's good. Eleanor was obviously very satisfied with Aaron's attitude, and the pastor's beautiful face relaxed slightly: Go and do your thing, don't worry about me, but you should pay attention to your own safety, son. ~Lord Jue.

Don't worry, this is a hotel. Any disputes should be resolved outside the city walls, unless it's... a bar fight. Aaron smiled, shook the key in his hand, and closed the door.

As soon as he closed the door, Aaron stopped smiling.

The Viscount walked on the cold and damp stone floor of the third floor of the hotel, and the thick stone floor made very clear sounds.

Tamar Qiaoya is a shrewd innkeeper, and he deliberately made the hotel floor like this.

Aaron actually does not need to take a bath. As someone who has awakened the power of Slaanesh, he has the realm of Slaanesh - which automatically rejects all dust, odors, and filthy things. Unless it is a persistent magical effect or injury, Aaron's Always keep your body clean.

Aaron assesses his current situation.

After some testing just now, he was basically sure that Miss Pastor could never be the one who snitched or betrayed him.

Also, as a devout believer of the Silver Virgin, how could Eleanor be detrimental to Aaron?

Even through this trial, Aaron has successfully broken Eleanor's previous stereotype of himself and re-established the image of a smart, kind, and charming young talent. From now on, it can be concluded that - No matter how much Eleanor admired him, she definitely had no dislike for him.

So where do the enemies come from? Aaron narrowed his eyes.

It is true that Cyric, the Prince of the Dark Sun, is hunting the Son of God. Although it is unfortunate that Cyric's followers regard themselves as the Son of Chaos as the Son of God, Aaron is not incomprehensible - his charisma is really He is too much like the Son of God, and even said that the Son of God does not have the charisma he should have.

The extraordinary attributes themselves are unique to the deity.

Mortals once divided the corresponding attribute values ​​​​of human beings for rough comparison. Using the middle value of a normal mortal as a benchmark, the normal distribution shifted to both sides. The higher or lower the attribute, the rarer it was, which was proof of the strong.

Humans are relatively attractive creatures among mortals, so the range of humans is mainly on the right side of the normal distribution, and the average value among mortals is higher.

For example, if a mortal's charisma is extremely low, then even if he swaggers past on the street and yells, it is almost impossible to attract everyone's attention, because in the eyes of normal people, the situation is like this:

Why is there a lump moving on the street? The manure pickers should clean it up quickly!

Of course, this is an extreme situation. Generally speaking, the charm of a humanoid creature cannot be too low.

If the charm cannot even reach the middle value, no matter how reasonable and logical the person's words are, the speaker will still tend to disbelieve and feel disgusted. Many appearance associations such as elves and half-elves will even ban those who are too ugly. creatures enter their settlement.

Occasionally, there are those who stand out, or the most powerful mortals who reach the top of the legend. They are extremely charming, eloquent, and have an explosive sense of presence. Their every move can attract the attention of the gods. Their charm will not exceed the limit of mortals.

There are limits to the attributes of mortals, even those who are related to gods and blessed by divine power, such as the second-generation elect of the magic goddess, the daughter of the magic goddess, and one of the seven sisters of the North who were mentioned by the bard before. The legendary archmage Queen Simbu (Alasya-Silver Hand), the owner of the divine silver fire of the goddess of magic, her charm is the pinnacle of mortals according to the authoritative estimation of Candlekeep scholars.

But Aaron's charm definitely exceeds the threshold of the limit of mortals. This can no longer be described by his handsomeness, it can only be the power of gods.

This is charisma.

After transcending the limits of mortals, it is the realm of gods, which is a huge improvement like an exponential function.

For example, the legendary barbarian can break through the limits of mortals by integrating the original wild power, making his physique exceed the limits of mortals.

The ultimate standard of mortal physique is trolls, a group of abnormal creatures that can regenerate severed limbs and have a certain chance of recovering after their heads are chopped off.

Legendary barbarians who acquire extraordinary physiques can bathe in magma and continue to function for several hours in the void without oxygen.

I am not the Son of God, because I am more perverted than the Son of God! A certain Chaosspawn who had just unlocked the power of Slaanesh thought to himself.

The threat from Cyric, Prince of the Dark Sun, was real, and Aaron knew he would have to avenge Xix's death sooner or later.

But why do things go against Cormier internally?

Cormyr is a model of royal power on the mainland. He is a local nobleman born and raised in Cormyr. Both his parents sacrificed their lives for the country during the Saint Catastrophe. Logically speaking, the autocratic princess would not like to see his current situation. It is normal for an idle nobleman who has not shown personal value for the time being (the previous Aaron was mediocre in every aspect) but wants a salary. It would be too strange to send someone to investigate him for suspicion of treason and collusion with Dark Sun believers.

Fortunately, Aaron was well prepared, including using the Silver Virgin Suellen to endorse himself, including Miss Eleanor’s proof, and including the fact that he had rehearsed his words in advance.

He was deeply grateful to Goddess Suellen for her help, and he vowed to repay her in the future.

No, it won’t be the Prince of the Dark Sun. The Prince of the Dark Sun is the new god. Cormyr is the territory of a group of good gods and lawful gods. The Prince of the Dark Sun has not yet had the ability to infiltrate in just two years.

There should be another force that also noticed him.

Is Sousal really safe? He is still very weak now, and the power of Slaanesh has just been awakened. If Susal also has enemies... wouldn't he be committing suicide by going back like this?

But where can I go? Susar is already the safest place at present. It has my family, my friends, the network left by my parents, as well as an annual salary of 800 gold lion coins and a mansion near the palace.

For everything, let’s wait until we return to Susar and then take our time to see the situation.

Now that the Queen's Blade is here, if nothing goes wrong this time, I should be able to get a summons from His Highness Alice Serre.

After making his immediate plans, Aaron returned to the hotel lobby.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening, and the hotel lobby was not as hot as before, because there were several Queen's Blades not far away sitting in the corner, monitoring everyone in the lobby with malicious intentions.

Oh! It's the last Salian! Seeing Aaron coming down, Ferrara, the leader of the mercenary group, screamed strangely: If you don't go to be with the beauty, why did you come down to hang out with us stinky men? This is not where you should be!

I also want to be with a beautiful woman, but the beautiful woman doesn't seem to welcome me, so I was kicked out. Aaron smiled and hooked the large key with his index finger, and kept flipping the ring up and down along his index finger. He was very confident. He sat down next to Ferrara: What, Mr. Ferrara, is there something wrong with the atmosphere?

A gin, Aaron ordered.

The mercenary leader rolled his eyes and muttered a few words. Montero, the other mercenary leader, said angrily: It's not just those Obeschier lackeys in the corner...

Hey! Ferrara glared at Montero. Montero also realized that he had said the wrong thing and quickly fell silent.

Those guys just came to check our adventure license. We have said many times that we are an adventure group that accepts your hire, but they insist on checking it unless we are willing to pay a 'special toll' of 10 gold coins. Ferrara then explained to Aaron: Looking at their posture, this money must be collected. Fortunately, you are here.

Your Excellency Salian, how long will your kingdom maintain this state? Do you really have to force everyone to be unable to do business and accept mercenary missions before you are willing to accept it? Montero was obviously still angry: As the Viscount, you , don’t the nobles of the kingdom have the ability to advise?”

They even check me casually, what do you think I can do?

Aaron smiled bitterly and took the gin from the waiter. He took a sip and found that the liquid was colorless and transparent, with a strange and refreshing smell, and a mellow and refreshing taste.

Aaron subconsciously turned his eyes to the bar.

The hotel owner Tamar Qiaoya smiled at Aaron from behind the bar, mouthed I'll treat you, and then raised her glass.

Aaron also raised his glass.

He felt more and more the benefits of charisma.

Oh, this key, Your Excellency Viscount, I haven't stayed in a noble suite in Cormyr yet. Ferrara looked at the key hanging on Aaron's index finger, her eyes shining: I heard that nobles are superficial Although they don’t earn much as adventurers like us, in fact, nobles all have a wallet that doesn’t cost money. When they need to spend money, they never need to spend their own money. Please tell us. ,Is it real?

Isn't this the same all over the world? Aaron smiled mysteriously: You are from Zambia, haven't you experienced this kind of thing? Don't tell me you don't understand.

I understand, I understand~ Hahahahaha, come on, cheers, Lord Viscount, it is such a pleasure to get along with you! Ferrara laughed.

The people in the mercenary group also cheered together. Compared with other nobles, Aaron did give them a very comfortable feeling, and they would unconsciously want to talk out everything in their stomachs.

Hey, it has nothing to do with us anyway. We mercenaries, all we think about all day long is how to get an adventure license, spend enough money to satisfy those soulless grandpas in the city, and run for a living. Every job counts. Tickets, who spends all day thinking about tomorrow and the day after tomorrow? Ferrara smiled and patted Aaron on the shoulder: If everything goes well tomorrow, Lord Viscount, we will have something good to give you!

Oh? Really? Then I'm looking forward to it. Aaron did not refuse.

This is his fair share, and he does his part.

In other words, if he is unwilling to accept it, then there is a real problem.

What about tomorrow and the day after tomorrow? Aaron picked up the wine glass and muttered silently in his heart.

Then he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

About twenty minutes later, Aaron returned to the third floor of the hotel carrying two buckets of hot water. He took out his key and opened the door.

As soon as the heavy wooden door opened to a small angle, a sharp scream pierced his eardrums.

Ahhhhh!

Aaron Salian!!!

I want to build you into a statue of God!

Updated, double the monthly pass...it seems to be of no use, but I still ask for this chapter~