Crown of Chaos

What appeared in front of Aaron was the panicked and angry pastor lady. She wrapped her body in a thick bath towel. The expression on her face was frightened and angry, and her pure sapphire eyes seemed to be spitting out fire, almost. Subconsciously, she reached out and grabbed the water glass on the table and threw it towards Aaron.

The angry water glass made a sharp sound in the air. In terms of strength alone, Miss Pastor's strength attribute was definitely a level higher than Aaron's!

Aaron calmly reached out and took the water glass, and the water in the water glass immediately splashed all over him. The Viscount let the water wet his handsome and extraordinary face and chest, turned around, closed the door, and walked towards Eleanor naturally. .

What does this person want to do? With every step Aaron took closer, Eleanor took a step back, her expression uncontrollably panicked.

I really want to hit you!

Even if you are Su Lun's favored one, I will judge you on behalf of the Silver Virgin!

Miss Priest's hand has already touched her war hammer.

But surprisingly, Aaron passed her by.

The Viscount calmly passed by the chaplain lady, sat on the sofa, took out a silk scarf from his pocket and wiped the water stains on his face: "You can say it, Miss Eleanor, didn't I tell you that I would go down? Are you coming back after taking a stroll?"

"First, we are not a couple, second, we are not lovers, and third, we are not even friends. You didn't change your clothes in the bathroom, but instead you blamed me. What's the point of this?" Aaron spoke righteously and said steadily: "I have to tell you, even I hate women who take off their clothes regardless of the occasion!"

The pastor lady, who was originally relieved, followed Aaron's words, and her beautiful and delicate face gradually turned a layer of pig liver color.

This man actually bit me back! ! !

It sounded like he was at a disadvantage!

Moreover, if you think about it carefully, what he said seems to be correct!

Eleanor had the habit of walking alone in her room after a bath because she had lived alone for a long time. This hot bath was so comfortable that she suddenly forgot that Aaron would come back, and why It was such a coincidence that Aaron came back two minutes early and he was still in the big wooden bucket in the bathroom. Aaron came back two minutes late and he had at least put on his nightgown.

Miss Pastor's face turned green and white at times. She wanted to scold him several times but didn't know what to say. She just stared at Aaron with a fire-breathing gaze.

Aaron didn't respond at all. He picked up two buckets of hot water: "You go in and change clothes first. I think you need some time to be quiet. I also need to take a bath. Wait until I come out."

"You, you are not allowed to do strange things!" Eleanor thought badly.

I haven’t poured out the bath water yet!

It doesn't matter if she reminds her, it doesn't matter if she doesn't remind her.

Aaron saw Eleanor's tangled expression, and after a moment of association, he understood what Miss Priest was thinking, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly.

I'm not Durant!

He ignored Eleanor, took a change of lining and entered the bathroom, poured two buckets of hot water into the already cold bath water, and took a nice bath.

After washing and changing clothes, the pastor lady seemed to have regained her composure.

At this time, Eleanor was leaning on the soft sofa. Miss Pastor was wearing a set of Chunyu honey pomelo clear white transparent wavy chiffon skirt. This long skirt wrapped Miss Pastor's slender and well-proportioned body tightly, and she could only see The two delicate and smooth legs overlapped under the long skirt that covered her knees. The golden leg proportions fully demonstrated the allure of her beautiful legs and feet. Even though she was not wearing stockings, her pair of crystal clear legs were still amazingly beautiful. Under the dim candlelight, Aaron's fair skin was so dazzling that he couldn't take his eyes away. Her alluring little pink feet were covered in a pair of pink slippers, and her five neat toes were slightly dangling in the shoes, revealing her round and smooth breasts. Heel, full of sexy.

Even Aaron, who possessed the soul of Slaanesh, couldn't help but have an idea in his mind.

With such beautiful and well-proportioned legs and feet, it would be a pity not to wear white stockings.

As a time traveler, Aaron Salian has a very, very deep secret in his heart that almost no one knows.

He is a serious stocking addict.

But he also knows very well that two-dimensional stockings are different from three-dimensional stockings.

Compared with the versatile black stockings, Aaron has never seen a few good-looking adult girls wearing white stockings in real life, which has always left a deep regret in his heart.

White silk has really high demands on leg shape, foot shape, and skin. If anything is not right, it will look unsightly.

Miss Pastor is so perfect, she will look great in white stockings! Aaron secretly made up his mind to find an opportunity to find a way to let Eleanor wear white silk for me.

Um, but where can I get stockings? Aaron was in trouble again.

There are stockings in the country, but the source of stockings is very, very scarce.

The most classic stockings come from the high-end spider silk produced by the spider queen Lolth in the Underdark. They are popular all over the country. Most of the stockings are imported from the city of Menzoberranzan in the Underdark.

Well, although Rose, the Spider Queen, is very bad and is the villain in the online articles Aaron has read, she is not without merit.

The more high-end stockings are made from the magical down of the unicorn, the beloved beast of the unicorn goddess Lari. These are the best, densest, most elastic, soft and silky stockings in the country. This kind of stockings can only be produced in Silver Moon City, and they have a price but no market.

The worse ones are ordinary stockings made by folk hand knitting machines. This kind of stockings is much worse. The feel and elasticity are much inferior to the first two, but they are still luxury goods.

The good news is that the relationship between Silver Virgin, Silver Moon Lady Suellen and Unicorn Goddess Lari is very good.

This is also the result of Aaron's careful consideration - as one of the two origin gods, Su Lun has a very extensive network of contacts among the gods. As long as the gods are on the good side, they are almost all his friends, and many neutral sides Gods also have a lot to do with him.

The bad news is... everyone knows.

Aaron knew he could never sleep with the windows closed again.

"Actually, I don't like people calling me 'The Last Salian'." Aaron loosened the button on his chest, and he came to sit opposite the pastor lady, with a wry smile on his lips: "I always give people the impression that I I feel like I am about to have no descendants and have no descendants for the rest of my life, although... I am really close to being the last Salian."

Eleanor looked at Aaron's wry smile, and the pastor's lady's face, which was as holy as a platycodon flower, also showed a trace of sadness. After all, she had watched Manuel and Elizabeth take Aaron to the open-air altar to participate in the holy ceremony every year. Until last year, it was his aunt Mellie and uncle Lothair who brought Aaron.

The female barbarian Asha once jokingly told Eleanor that the annual donation from the Salian family would be greatly reduced.

Eleanor quarreled with Asha about this.

"Then what do you like others to call you?" Miss Pastor's tone softened a lot, and the previous small conflict was temporarily put aside.

"If possible, I would rather be called the 'Flashing Hathaway.'" Aaron showed a mysterious smile, but before Miss Pastor could react, he immediately shook his head: "Forget it, Hathaway himself doesn't Understand exactly what he can do, but I know what I have to do, I know what I can do, I know what I have to do.”

"Miss Eleanor, you are sitting here now instead of just locking the bedroom door and letting me sleep on the sofa. You probably have something to say to me." Aaron's expression continued to be serious, which was different from his previous appearance. He looked like two different people.

This is the judgment of the Sons of Chaos who have awakened the power of Slaanesh on the current situation.

Aaron believed that the previous embarrassing encounter had caused the relationship between him and Miss Pastor, which had stabilized through heart-to-heart talks, to show signs of deterioration, which was inconsistent with his original plan.

Considering Miss Priest's serious, strong and pious character, she would have made a joke to cover up the problem, or talked like an ordinary aristocrat and said some dirty talk. These are wrong decisions and will only increase Eleanor's bad feelings.

Half-elf, orphan, believer of Selun, and priest, these identities destined Eleanor to have a slight innate hostility towards human nobles. If the Salian family was not a devout family of Selun, she would be under the favor of Selun. With her charismatic character (from Miss Vicar's point of view), Eleanor is unlikely to look at her.

The correct way to respond is to open up and speak clearly, emphasize the current relationship between the two, let the pastor know that she did not mean it, and she has no such thoughts, and then show weakness appropriately to arouse her sympathy, and finally Use a serious expression to show that you want to discuss things seriously.

After awakening the power of Slaanesh, Aaron found that his life became a bit like a galgame. Every option would bring different consequences, and every decision would produce endless changes and mean new excitement.

Sure enough, seeing that Aaron's expression didn't seem like he was doing anything, the pastor lady was convinced that Aaron just happened by chance.

"Aaron, there's something wrong with your magic!"

"!" Aaron was shocked. He held the sofa's hand tightly: "What's the problem?"

"There's something wrong with your use of magic." Eleanor didn't notice Aaron's hand movements. Miss Priest stared at Aaron with a pair of sapphire-like clear eyes. She hesitated for a moment, and then said: "We are hunting bears today. Goblin, you are using magic incorrectly. Although I don’t know how warlocks use magic, it is absolutely incorrect for you to use magic like this.”

"In order to deal with that bugbear, you used two spells one after another. This is incredible for a first-level apprentice spellcaster. I don't know how many spells you can cast before you need to rest, but it is absolutely wrong to waste magic like this. of."

Eleanor paused for a moment, and then continued after seeing that Aaron's face did not show the slightest trace of disgust.

Warlocks are born to cast spells, and warlocks are naturally arrogant and indifferent. If wizards are willing to listen to other people's guidance, and druids are willing to consider other people's feelings, then warlocks often hate other people's guidance.

"True power is innate!"

——Favorite quotes from warlocks

"The situation at that time was that I was only a few steps away from you and could arrive at any time. Not far away, those mercenaries had also appeared. In this case, what you should do is to keep your few Magic, dodge, or... If you need to cast a spell to deal with this situation, you should also cast other spells... From what I've seen, the two you cast are pure damage magic, except for the Bugbear It didn’t do much except shed a little more blood.”

"For spellcasters, pure damage magic is not the first choice. Protection and control magic are the top priority." Miss Priest hesitated and said: "But this is also determined by your bloodline. I I don’t know what your power is, so I’m just telling you the general situation.”

Aaron immediately understood what Eleanor meant. As a noble of the Kingdom of Cormyr, how could he not have seen a war mage from the famous country of Cormyr cast spells?

In battle, the biggest role of a spellcaster is not actually output, but to provide various gains and debuffs and provide powerful control. Naturally, other people are responsible for the output, but powerful control and protection can often only be provided by the caster.

Aaron habitually regards himself as the main output, and he is also showing off his skills when he first mastered magic.

Anyone who gets a new thing or new ability will subconsciously want to try the effect.

Armed with a sharp weapon, the murderous intention arises.

"Then how do you think I should correct it?" Aaron humbly asked Eleanor for advice.

"I don't know. I'm a priest. I release magic in the name of the Silver Virgin. You are a warlock. We are different. I can only say that if I hadn't seen you in danger, I wouldn't have even used the magic of Twilight Fire. It won't work." Eleanor slowly stood up from the sofa, her gorgeous long golden hair hanging down naturally from the back of her head, and the ends of the swaying hair exuded a faint fragrance.

Aaron noticed a silver pendant hanging from Eleanor's chest.

The top of the pendant is fixed with a small bottle. In the transparent bottle is a bright blue hair.

"Where are you looking?" Eleanor noticed that Aaron's eyes slid to her chest, and the pastor girl subconsciously tightened the tightly wrapped collar.

Aaron's gaze was so terrifying, and Eleanor was always afraid that she would fall into it accidentally when exposed to this charismatic man.

"What's in that little bottle...is it hair?" Aaron's eyes remained still: "I felt some kind of call from above. It doesn't seem to be your hair."

Miss Pastor's eyes gradually brightened, and she remembered what Ms. Silver Star once said to her, that charismatic people will always attract each other.

"It's not my hair... I've seen an angel before! A real angel." The light of memories flashed in her sapphire-like clear and pure eyes, and a moving smile appeared on Miss Pastor's face, and she fell into In a painful yet sweet memory: "But now, that's all that's left."

Aaron felt like he was listening to a riddle, and the Viscount was not interested in guessing: "I think, Miss Eleanor, you are not old enough to live by memories, right?"

"I just said that the angel is gone now. Aaron's words interrupted Eleanor's memories. She first glared at Aaron angrily, but looking at the confused expression in front of him, she knew that he could not empathize with her. , could only sigh slightly: "Based on your strength now, knowing this will not do you any good. "

"I'm just giving you a suggestion. Now that you have acquired the ability to cast spells, you'd better find a suitable spellcasting instructor. But if you are a warlock... it may be difficult to find a mentor, but it is definitely better than trying to find it yourself. Much more." Eleanor couldn't hold on any longer under Aaron's gaze. Miss Pastor held the collar of her nightgown with one hand and pressed the skirt with the other: "I'm going to rest."

"Good night, thank you, Miss Eleanor, for being willing to take the risk to say this to me." Aaron stood up and leaned slightly towards the pastor.

Miss Pastor is his protector, his traveling companion, and his savior.

"It's nothing. Didn't you say that we are all servants of the Silver Virgin?" Eleanor smiled lightly, like a clear spring in a deep mountain manor, refreshing and sweet.

Um, are you serious? I was just talking casually! Now it was Aaron's turn to be a little embarrassed.

"Good night then."

"Good night."

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