Dawn of the Grey Tower

The first thing I felt was an unusually soft touch, something she had never felt before. As a mercenary, she has been accustomed to living in a wind and dinner. Even if she returns to her hometown occasionally, most of them are to cultivate new spiders, and she does not take good rest at all. Besides, she also doubts that she has put all her energy into production Can the village on the spider cultivation facility provide a real resting place? But there is nothing to complain about. The mission of the spider trainers is this. They are always looking for and training better spider species, which has almost become their instinct.

Some of them are far away, back to the soft touch, even if she has never had any experience before, she can perceive that this is the texture that only the carefully processed animal fur has. Women seem to be born with this ability, they can always distinguish some details that men ignore, such as the same blanket, its quality is very different for men and women. Therefore, mercenaries are very sure that the fur products they feel are definitely worth a lot. This refined handmade product is no longer a type that can be evaluated using raw materials. For those nobles, the price of this luxury product is very high. It may be silver of equal weight. But then she began to realize more things, the first of which is why she was wrapped in this expensive fur, and still naked.

After being aware of her environment, the mercenary did not immediately open her eyes. She also needed a few seconds to gather as much information as possible, and premature exposure to her sober situation would make her fall quickly. passive. Breathing lightly, the nasal cavity is full of sweet air, incense, and it is a high-end product. The mercenary frowned slightly. If an expensive blanket was used because it was not known by its owner, then this kind of incense is only a luxury home that really emphasizes the so-called aristocratic atmosphere. Will light up. what is the problem? Shouldn't I be on the cursing lady who is about to sink? In the end what happened?

The eyelids opened, and the dim candlelight reflected the dark yellow light on the gauze decorated with gold foil. Those decorative objects made of gold leaf seem to depict animals and characters in distant countries, and it is not from any country known by networms. The mercenary gently moved her body to confirm her condition. The subtle discomfort caused her to frown again. She felt some discomfort in this discomfort, which was unprecedented in her previous life. However, she quickly found the source of this discomfort, or that what she saw next made her forget all the pain in her body. After all, when a naked man appears beside him, any woman will do the same.

The only reason why the mercenaries did not scream or look for the dagger to cut the man ’s back floor was probably because of the man she recognized, Lothar. Earl's bare half of the blanket was covered with new and old scars. The oldest has become a tattoo-like look, and the latest scars also have a touch of herbs and **** smell. Networm deliberately looked at the severe injuries to Losa ’s abdomen during the fight against the giant shark, but she did not dare to lift the blanket directly, and this was not because of the so-called shyness. For Networms, seeing the opposite **** naked is not a piece The fuss thing. What really prevented her from doing this was an intuition. She instinctively realized that Lothar was not a simple matter to fall asleep beside herself, what happened between herself and the Earl of Montenegro.

"Hoo ..." Sighing slightly, the maid lay down again when she woke up. Before she knew where she was now, she had to sort out the thoughts in her mind. In fact, she didn't care what happened with Lothar, or what she should have done with Lothar long ago, but the education of the Earl made him completely incapable of dealing with the opposite sex. It wasn't until the two fainted that Lothar jumped into the water from the deck that the knight confided his thoughts in the networm's ear. So in a sense, the current status is that Networm is happy to see, she is afraid that Lothar is too entangled with the set of social laws used by the nobles and knights, which causes herself and him to retrieve their reputation and reputation in the latter. It is difficult to make any progress before status.

But on the other hand, although the result of the matter seems to be beneficial to oneself, the web worm still needs to know the course and cause of the matter. She didn't believe that Lothar would be the one to take advantage of this danger. If he was, it would have happened when Wang Du himself became a captive of him and the gray robe wizard. So what is the reason why he and he woke up in such a luxurious room in such a state after coma? Net Worms can only think of one explanation, the magic of witches. But this still doesn't make sense, does it? Even if the witches brought the duo to this safe place through magic, or even placed them in a room, this does not mean that things will become like this now. Could it be that the witch has done anything? Why?

Thinking about how to get an answer is always tiring. Networm rubbed his forehead gently and decided to set aside the question first. Because just now, she had another bigger problem to deal with. "If you wake up, I hope you keep your eyes open. This is easier for both of us."

"How did you notice? I didn't ..." "Your breath is heavier than the cow." Lothar, who was choked by the networm, smiled embarrassingly. He looked down at his bare chest and the maid's exposed. Part of the skin of the blanket quickly realized the current situation. "So, what's the matter now?" Said the count as if he was talking to himself, as if he was asking about his female partner.

"I don't know ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Maybe we are dead, and now here are the old **** in the mouths of the missionaries." The mercenary replied angrily, somehow, she told Lothar's The reaction felt a little uncomfortable. But this unhappiness is only a little bit. From a rational point of view, a Earl of Montenegro calmly accepting the facts is much better than a fussing Earl of Montenegro.

The knight pouted his lips when he heard the mercenary. The strange environment in front of him also made him uneasy, but there was a smile and a warm smile in the corner of his mouth. There will be arts and crafts from the other side of the ocean. "Lothar said, reaching out to touch the ornaments on the gauze. He had read some strange smells from distant countries in the books, including the kind he saw before him. Art style.

"If it's not hell, then we're still alive. Anyway, even if heaven really exists, it's not the place for people like me to go." The maid said, and sat up. She noticed some outlines of furniture in the lights outside the gauze, and it seemed that the room they were in was not small. So the networm grabbed the blanket and gently lifted the yarn tent off the bed.

"Where are you going?" Lothar asked in surprise.

"Go find something to eat, and I will starve to death."