Noble Emblem

In Stanlow, once a woman loses the protection of a man, the consequences will be miserable. Brigitte was beautiful, with a good figure, tall and plump. She felt that as long as she took the initiative, she could at least leave an impression in front of her new husband.

There is a bed for resting in the study, which is naturally much smaller than the bed in the bedroom, but small has its advantages. The smaller it is, the easier it is for two people to squeeze together, and naturally something will happen more easily.

In the darkness, Brigitte could vaguely see a human figure on the bed. She touched it, and then felt bursts of hot temperature radiating from the side, as well as a reassuring manly breath.

Her heart wavered, and she was about to continue doing something proactively, but an inexplicable wave of sleepiness came over her, and she fell asleep.

When she woke up, she found that she was back on the big bed in the bedroom.

what happened? Dreaming?

Brigitte was a little surprised. She got up and the maid waiting outside brought warm water and towels. While she was washing, she suddenly heard the maid next to her speak.

"Madam, the new master is waiting for you in the living room below. He asked you to go down and have breakfast."

What... After a brief period of shock, Brigitte quickly put her face first, then combed her hair in front of the bronze mirror, and then put on a very form-fitting long skirt.

This long skirt was worn in winter. Fortunately, there was a fireplace in the house, so the temperature was much higher than outside, and women in the north were generally more resistant to cold, so she just felt a little cold, which was not difficult to bear.

Compared with this coldness, the opinion of her new husband Beta on herself is more important.

After getting dressed, Bridget took a deep breath and walked up the stairs.

In the living room on the first floor, the fireplace was burning brightly, and the temperature was much higher than that on the second floor, which made Bridget, who was wearing thin clothes, much more comfortable.

Sitting in the living room was a young man, handsome and elegant, who could fascinate most women.

Bridget lowered her eyebrows and sat down in front of Beta. She wanted to speak, but she didn't know how to speak.

"Eat it first, otherwise it won't taste good when it gets cold."

A woman from Stanlow is known for being gentle and hard-working. Upon hearing this, Brigitte nodded and slowly finished the breakfast in front of her. She found that today's breakfast was particularly delicious, a type of pasta she had never eaten before.

When she finished eating, she heard the man opposite speak: "Your name is Bridget, right? I killed your husband, do you hate me?"

Brigitte raised her head and stared at Beta with her beautiful eyes: "I used to hate you...but now, you are my husband."

Beta frowned, did this woman accept her fate so quickly?

He didn't know much about the folk customs of the Kingdom of Stanlo. If according to the customs of the Kingdom of Holevin, it would be strange for most women not to fight with the people who killed their husbands. How could they be so easy to talk to?

"If you want to leave, I can give you a large sum of money. As long as you don't spend lavishly, you will be fine for the rest of your life." Beta stared into the other person's eyes and said seriously: "Although I don't regret killing Abraham, nor do I feel that What's wrong with killing him? It's a religious conflict after all, but I have to say that you suffered a terrible disaster. I did kill your man. You have reason to hate me, but I won't say any nonsense at your disposal. So you will only be given appropriate compensation.”

Brigitte shook her head and smiled bitterly: "In our Stanluo country, it is normal for men to fight each other. When I married him, I was mentally prepared for today. I can see that, sir, you I am a foreigner, so I don’t know much about our customs. It is normal for us women to be moved around. If it were other men, they would have pinned me to the bed. Only you can respect me. ”

Brigitte said it clearly and straightforwardly. Beta thought for a while and said: "Then you continue to stay here. To the outside world, you are my wife, but don't worry, I won't touch you if you don't want to. Also, there is a small vault on the third floor with some gold coins in it. "

Abraham would not leave me any inheritance, and he was usually reluctant to spend money on me. Bridget clicked her tongue inwardly, and she discovered the difference between the two again.

"Then can I usually go out?" Brigitte asked expectantly: "I've been staying at home these past few days, and I'm a little bored."

"There's no problem with going out freely." Beta nodded: "But are you sure it's safe like this? After all, Abraham should have relatives and friends, or the Vulcan Cult will dislike me. If they kidnap you, use you To threaten me... to be honest, I won't care."

"That's good." Brigitte felt that the new husband who spoke frankly like this was really good, much better than Abraham: "If I am really kidnapped, sir, you don't have to pay attention to me. There are very few men in our country. It doesn’t matter if you care about women.”

What a country with distorted values... Beta suddenly felt that the spread of the teachings of Waking Temple here might be much slower. After all, the current teachings of the Waking Temple provide a very high level of status protection for wives, and here the custom of treating wives like servants seems to be deeply ingrained and will definitely be an obstacle to the spread of new teachings.

But it doesn't matter. If the mission can go so smoothly, then the Storm God Cult, the Temple of Life and other sects will be on an equal footing with the Light God Cult.

After chatting for a while, Beta left his 'home' and headed east of the city. He wanted to find the Caliph about something.

But halfway, he was suddenly attacked.

It happened to be a section of street where no one was walking. More than twenty men in black suddenly jumped from the roof next to them. They were condescending and fast. If they were ordinary spell casters, they would probably be killed in a hurry, but Beta He is a dual practitioner of magic and martial arts.

After nearly five minutes of fighting, Beta killed all the enemies.

These enemies were very resilient. Even if they fell into an obvious disadvantage, they did not retreat until they were all killed.

It was obviously a dead soldier... Beta looked at the enemy's face and weapons, but didn't see any clues, but he could guess who had done it.

No need to think about it, 90% of it is the work of the Fire Worship Temple, and Beta also suspects that there are other forces involved behind the scenes, and the possibility of the City Lord's Mansion is very high.

Beta had also played with the art of balance before when he was the city lord, but there was nothing new about it.

Beta wiped off the blood on his face and body... That's the good thing about the ice and snow. Even if the blood is on the body, it only takes a while for it to freeze and shake off, so there is no need to change it.

When Beta found the Caliph, he seemed to be in some trouble.