Arad's crooked savior

After being forced to take a month's leave by the princess, who had thoroughly checked his military rank and position, Jacket nestled in the corner of the dark tavern, watching the guests coming and going with his weathered eyes.

Taking advantage of the drunkenness of my mind, I fell into memories and deep guilt.

Schmidt was right. As long as he casually gave a selfish order to bring his wife and daughter to Ghent, everything would be perfect.

His character was too upright, and he was so upright that his political opponents had nothing to do with him, and his family suffered.

Although it is said that soldiers are in a dilemma for their family and country, such an uneasy ending in old age can actually be avoided.

"You will be sorry for her in this life..."

Belit filled a glass of wine, poured it on the ground like a memorial, and advised: "This month, look for Rebecca, if you are destined."

"Hmm..." Jackett responded emotionally.

"Oh, by the way, I might have a way."

Schmidt slapped his forehead in annoyance. He couldn't bear to see his old friend in such a low mood again.

We are all at this age, and we have already endured the punishment of conscience and other things with every passing year of our lives.

Jackett must have felt uncomfortable these past few years. Human beings are not grass and trees, and how can they be ruthless?

"I don't know if you have seen that boy Ye Lin, a hero in the heavens. His wife is Alice, a well-known fortune teller on the Arad continent. Her prophecy and divination abilities are miraculous..."

boom!

Putting down the glass of wine, Jacket looked anxiously and picked up the coat hanging on the back of the chair, and wanted to rush out of the tavern. Schmidt, who had quick eyes and quick hands, grabbed him and complained: "It's late at night, I have a lovely wife and a beautiful wife." Concubine, do you still want to be shameless when you knock on the door? You have survived for more than ten years, but you can't do it in one night?"

Belit's old face suddenly wrinkled and he pretended to be angry: "You spilled all my wine, so you punish yourself with three drinks."

…………

As a symbol of the confidence of the "Dragon Emperor", Lao Pi nestled in a courtyard in the palace, was treated like a distinguished guest, and did not want to go back.

It's really fed up. It was the end of leftovers at home, but now, not only is it served with delicious food and drink, but everyone's eyes are filled with awe when they look at it, and its vanity is greatly satisfied.

"Okay, then you stay in the heaven for the time being, be careful with your poisonous gas, and listen to Alijie's words."

Ye Lin nagged again, leaving Lao Pi to support Ali Jie, but the leftover food at home might have to be dealt with in a different way in the future.

Moreover, ever since I heard that the palace was the former city of Bakar, Xiao Bing has dug a deep well in the palace. Although no trace of the Dragon King was found, the ladies in the palace praised Xiao Bing for his ability and making it easier to get water every day.

…

In Ghent at midnight, in a luxuriously decorated, brightly lit, modern room, Taylor was sitting on a boss chair with his legs crossed, grabbing a bag of potato chips and stuffing them into his mouth.

"You are now a very popular figure in the world. Tana said that the greeting cards sent in one afternoon weighed several kilograms, and they were all burned for you. Do you think there will be love letters from famous ladies in them?"

A pair of long legs were curled up, and they were wrapped in a layer of clean knee-length white stockings. Unless the weather turned cold, her hot pants and short sleeves would basically not change.

The wavy hair seems to glow golden under the light, and is casually tied with a bow at the back of the head. It is so beautiful and charming that it is intoxicating.

The tight-fitting clothes set off the proud curves of the front of the body, perfectly explaining the concept of having enough food and clothing. If the clothes are plump, the children can also eat enough.

"Bless you? I'm just a person with an honorary position. You, Feiyan and Raphael don't need to take advantage of me. If I interfere in the military department, it will inevitably be criticized."

Putting down her coat, she went to pick up the tomato-flavored potato chips in her hand, leaving only a little residue. Taylor pointed to the cheek she was chewing. It was the last piece just now. She had asked Mailu for this bag before.

"Then...you're welcome."

He bent down and took a lick of redness, tasted the sweet and tender taste of the potato chips, and said with satisfaction:

"Tomorrow I will serve as the diplomatic envoy of Hedunmar, and Gu Yu will represent Vanes, and Isabella, to carry out diplomacy and trade with the Seventh Empire according to national etiquette."

"Then use your salvage team to make money from both worlds?" Taylor wiped his lips with the back of his hand and rolled his eyes.

"Of course, Celia wants to do business in the Demon Realm. Is there an empty island in the Heaven Realm?"

"Corruption and luxury! It's better to ask your little emperor to buy real estate."

Showing a white middle finger, how could she not know what this person was thinking was a group swimsuit!

He covered his mouth and yawned. Although he didn't do much during the sudden change in the palace, Taylor just felt very tired. He had really worked hard on himself today.

"After you take a shower, pour me a cup of milk tea."

"How about half for each person?"

"If you want to drink, just pour me two glasses. It's your fault."

He casually took out a game console from the table next to him. The content of the game is to arrange and combine some blocks of different shapes. After filling them up, they can be eliminated.

It was Yelin who told Melvin all kinds of ideas and asked him to make a handheld game console to pass the time when he was bored.

Not long after, Ye Lin held a cup of steaming tea and handed it to Taylor, who was playing a game. However, the latter opened his mouth slightly, indicating that he should not block his sight and was about to reach the top.

The edge of the teacup touched her red lips, Taylor took a sip, and suddenly raised her eyebrows. At this moment, she also lost the game.

"Get out of here, I want milk tea, not clear tea. I can't get used to the taste."

The tea is green, and a little leaf slowly sinks to the bottom of the cup. Although I don't drink tea, I can still smell the fragrance of matcha, which is the good tea I got from Meiya.

"I said the milk tea is half for each person." Ye Lin took the game console from her hand and gave the tea cup to Taylor, with a righteous expression: "Half for each person, you taste the tea, and I drink the milk!"

The clothes she wore in the evening were a white midriff-baring single room dress, lined with a tight-fitting tube top, which not only showed off the vitality of her waist, but also exposed her fair collarbone and fragrant shoulders.

Different from Feiyan's style that likes to be tightly wrapped, according to Raphael's complaint, "Senior, your clothes together don't have as much fabric as my coat."

"but I……"

Taylor patted his boss chair. Only one person could sit on it, which meant that you either had to bend over next to me or you had to "kneel" in front of me.

"A true man, able to bend and stretch, would rather break than bend!"

After taking back the game console, Taylor put down his curled legs, then raised his chin, motioning for him to come over and "kneel down."

…

With his head resting on his chin, Taylor endured the numbness to clear the block, then hugged his head and neck tightly, his beautiful little face slightly raised, and occasionally a little background music played on the game console through his nasal cavity.

"thanks for treatment."

Reluctantly letting go of the Peak of Justice, while reminiscing, I unconsciously reminisced about Doris, but I didn't expect that the difference between G and D was quite obvious.

She stood up from the boss's chair, crossed her fingers and stretched upward, stretching forward and backward. Her perfectly curved figure was enviable.

"You're really sharp-tongued, hey, wait a minute!"

After Taylor finished speaking, he pointed his index finger between his lips and shook his head slightly, probably remembering the time when he was a witch riding a broomstick, and his long and straight legs rubbed against each other unconsciously.

Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly and she warned: "Don't just use your legs."

Her golden hair was like delicate clouds, scattered and draped over her back. Her slender knuckles grasped the top of the back of the boss's chair, and she unconsciously stood up on her toes, humming a moving and melodious celestial ballad.

…

The long eyelashes fluttered, resting on her arms, and her sapphire green eyes seemed to be able to charm all living beings.

The corners of her mouth are very beautiful, pursed and slightly curved to both sides, with a natural curve.

Patting away his movement of grasping justice, Taylor rolled his eyes at him: "You are really persevering."

"There is nothing we can do. The water is in dire straits. What can we do if we don't have enough will?"

He stretched out his hand to brush aside his untidy bangs, kissed his forehead gently, and asked: "When the Seventh Empire is settled, will you stay in the Imperial Queen's Courtyard, or will you go back and continue to be your poster girl?"

"Besides, there are space cracks, so don't worry."