Old-time musicians

The banquet hall was filled with the aroma of delicious food, the mellow taste of fine wine and the fragrance of women.

Their sweet laughter was still chirping like birds.

Is it a problem to be able to eat it? Or is overcooking food a problem?

What Fan Ning had just felt was a sense of disobedience, but in the blink of an eye, he was a little unsure again.

Compared to the banquets he had attended in the North, the sumptuousness of the food may have been similar, but in the past it should have been called "extravagance and waste". Those ladies would never take a second bite of each dish, but here they do. It is really eaten with gusto, and the delicate gesture of cutting it into small pieces and chewing it in small bites is completely inconsistent with the speed of food consumption.

Fan Ning suddenly felt like he was back when he was fighting against the cafeteria with his roommates. Even then, the astonishing speed of disposing of food could not be maintained for a long time.

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On the other hand, he was sure that there was no element of performing the secret ritual here.

Fan Ning, who was not familiar with the layout of the villa, followed the other maids to get bathrobes. The female guests who had just finished enjoying the delicious food naturally left the table lazily.

"It is said that the troubadour Mr. Scheler also stayed at the Fox Lily Field for vacation." The beautiful woman with a round face and misty eyes raised another extended topic.

"The handsome foreigner who wrote "Poetry of Awakening"?" The short-haired lady stepped into her high heels and pulled up her fallen lace shawl.

"Um."

"You don't expect him to hold the guitar and sing for you under the tower, do you?" A lady with red cheeks picked up a towel and wiped her sweaty and delicate skin.

"Then I will definitely invite him to come in quickly." The short-haired lady said.

"I wouldn't suggest that he continue to hold that guitar!" The blue-eyed girl smiled and narrowed her eyes.

"Has anyone tried to give him gifts or woo him in the past two days?"

"Me!" "You can try it tomorrow!"

"Miss Cuckoo, why not invite him to dine with us next time!"

"Are you talking about sharing a meal or bathing together?"

"My legs are so weak, please help me."

"Hehehe!..." The birds with bright feathers were cheering.

Fan Ning had already left a few rooms away, but his spiritual sense was still focused on this area. He felt that to some extent, the girls' dormitory in the school in his previous life seemed to have similar hot topics, and the scale may vary depending on the opinion.

At this time, a girl wearing a white suspender skirt asked Renela for confirmation:

"Miss Cuckoo, it is said that he replaced the Awakening Song that your teacher Mr. Senesino originally planned to write for this summer?"

"It's not a bad thing." Miss Cuckoo smiled like a flower, "This shows that Mr. Scheler can also understand all this. The midsummer he brought also contains obsession and enjoyment, appetite and thirst, and it will also end with an intoxicating game. The sensual feast of food and sex concludes”

The content of the conversation was heard. Fan Ning slowed down behind several maids, and finally rolled out several scooters from the cloakroom, with colorful cotton towels and bathrobes on them.

"What does it mean that I replaced Senesino?" Fan Ning thought in his mind during the implementation, "In other words, the Happy Listening Club is also trying to wake up this year's midsummer with a piece of work, but it was overtaken by my creation speed and rehearsals. In front?"

"Does this mean that there is some secret push that caused the process to change? But no, the underlying vocabulary of my "Poem of Awakening" also contains the material of 'Miss Crimson'. Renilla said that I brought it This summer has the same essence.”

"Looking at it this way, it's not a variable, but on the contrary. Even if I don't write "Poem of Awakening", the Pleasure Listening Club will strive to start this midsummer? On the contrary, after I write it, Joan gets rid of 'Miss Scarlet' Due to the pollution, the strength of the latter cannot be improved better. I am afraid that some of their actions are not as easy to perform as before."

"But I may have also been affected by invisible infection. This midsummer and the subsequent 'Flower Ceremony' are somewhat suspicious. The inexplicable bloody handprints inside Qiming Church are an ominous omen. I am investigating something related to myself. While keeping track of Vienne’s whereabouts, we need to pay more attention to this aspect.”

"Fortunately, they thought "Poetry of Awakening" was the whole story. In fact, it was just the beginning. No one can know my deeper intentions now."

While Fan Ning was thinking, he followed the maid in front and stepped into a wide wooden door.

The moist and hot water vapor with the exciting fragrance instantly penetrated the whole body, as if breaking into a tender and restless dreamland of tenderness and sweetness.

This is a bathroom nearly half the size of a basketball court. The owner of the villa should have opened up more than half of the rooms on the first floor and equipped it with luxurious all-wood facilities and decorations. The stepped bath and hot springs are equipped with movable Height-adjustable recliner and storage table.

Fan Ning suddenly felt that his investigation plan tonight had gone astray. If he suspected that the address of this villa was related to Vienne, perhaps he should first conduct a covert operation alone and search the archives or storage room?

Because he saw several ladies and girls who moved quickly, who had already taken off their dresses or pantyhose under the service of the maids, and stepped through the water with their legs step by step and walked down the steps of the bath, leaving behind silhouettes of Like a white and tender butterfly that has just emerged from its cocoon.

There were also no signs of altars, minerals, foundations, incantations, or other secret rituals. There were only piles of faded colorful clothes on the shore of the pool.

The air humidity is a bit high, the temperature is a bit high, and the cheeks are a bit hot, making the situation a bit difficult to handle.

Is it because the wreckage of the "Fountain in Painting" is so effective at controlling color, light and shadow?

Never let anyone know about this kind of thing again...

Fan Ning sighed guiltily, and pressed down with both hands to let the tires of the cart pass over the threshold.

Then he stepped off his slippers, stepped onto the hot and humid wooden floor, and took a few steps forward.

Suddenly, he felt a strange spiritual vibration coming from his right wrist.

"What!?"

The mutated thing was the purple string wrapped in his sleeve, the extraordinary item that Qiong once brought out from the "disintegration field".

And the source of its spiritual vibration...

Fan Ning calmly took a few steps forward. He leaned over and picked up a large vat of colorful dried flowers, imitating the movements of the maids and pouring them into the hot spring bath.

"Yeah~~~" The short-haired lady from before let out a cheerful cry. Her naked body was thrown into the water from the shore one meter away from Fan Ning. In the blink of an eye, it was obscured by the petals floating on the water. The skin here is bright red among the snow-white.

Fan Ning's eyes remained as natural as possible, and he looked at a place slightly to the right in the center of the bath.

In the spiritual perception, invisible ripples are seen from bottom to top, from inside to outside. The light and shadow are blue, pink, light green, and mottled black and white. They are echoing the purple strings on the wrist, one after another.

What's under the water?

Fan Ning was slightly startled. Without moving his expression, his eyes moved a little to the right again.

There, Renela was sitting on the edge of the shore. She had not yet entered the water, but only had one pair of feet soaked in the hot spring. The color of her scarlet toenails was jumping and fluctuating with the ripples.

"She is also a high-ranking person in the seventh or eighth level. She didn't notice anything strange? Could it be that what I noticed was just what I felt, purely because of the extraordinary strings on my wrist?..."

Fan Ning continued to imitate the people around him as if nothing had happened, and poured a large barrel of wine into it. The fragrant and mellow aroma steamed up, the amber liquid spread, and in the blink of an eye, a large area of ​​the pool water was dyed a dull pink.

But when her eyes moved just now, she already looked at Renila. She smiled coquettishly and waved to Fan Ning:

"Come here and help me undress."

Fan Ning had no choice but to put down the second lifted barrel and walked over.

The other person turned around, stood up with his back to him, and straightened his wet burgundy hair.

With a gentle tug, the slipknot of the belt was loosened, and with another tug, the silver chain on the side of the evening dress slid away from her waist, revealing a large piece of snow-white skin, and the clothes and small pieces of fabric fell to her feet.

Then there are the tight steel buckles on the back.

"You are very slow in doing things today." Renilla's feet moved the petals floating in the bath.

"Sorry, miss." Fan Ning's voice echoed the same, looking straight at the back of her head, pressing her fingers three times and moving gently, letting a touch of burgundy gauze with residual warmth and moisture fall to the ground.

This person is still too slow. If he hadn't planned to let Miss Nightingale practice her skills and defeat her in the finals, grass would have started to grow on his grave... Fan Ning finally confirmed that his trip was necessary. Since he just noticed something strange underwater, , those subtle psychological hesitations completely disappeared.

As a physically and mentally healthy young man, he was indeed a little thirsty on such occasions, but his reaction was not large, and his psychological desire was almost zero.

For him, the spiritual attraction between him and the opposite sex is far greater than the animal instinct factors such as the physical body. In other words, even if the latter volcano erupts one day, it will always exist as the result of the former cause - from then on In this sense, there may have been quite a bit of truth in the answers he gave to the girls in the caravan at the coconut crab dinner that day.

In such a situation... the meaning of "pool" is just one of the mysteries reflected by the light.

After eating to their satisfaction, the female guests were bathing and playing in the petal pool, while Fan Ning was thinking that she might have to wait until the people dispersed before taking a closer look at the things underwater.

Mysterious things eat people without spitting out bones. This woman who intercepts the "Seven Blessings", collects the "blood of helplessness" and leads private gatherings is by no means a kind person. Since the opening of "Awakening Song", Fan Ning always feels that she and the surrounding things seemed to be pushed into some indescribable deeper state. "Miss Crimson" and the suspicious "Apostle" may be affecting this year's midsummer. There are some things that I must find out more clearly.

Invisible light, shadow and ripples are still emanating.

It doesn't seem to be in the water, the source is deeper, maybe under the tiles on the bottom of the bath.

"These light and shadows have four phases: 'end', 'cocoon', 'pool', and 'evolution'? And the extraordinary string that resonates on my wrist is the 'key', or the D sound. What are these in front of me? E, A, G and B sounds?" Fan Ning seemed to have vaguely guessed the direction.

He lowered his head and made some repetitive movements of moving the bathware around with his hands.

While they were thinking, several ladies had already finished washing their hair, stood up from the bath, and began to remove the petals from their skin.

The waiter puts a soft cotton bathrobe on him and then adjusts the lounge chair in the bathtub to the appropriate height.

They crawled up, lay down and made pleasant sounds, adjusting their bodies to the most comfortable and stretched position. Their loose bathrobes were scattered or dropped at will, revealing their white and delicate texture and crystal clear water drops. .

The maids took the rose-colored vial from the storage table next to the lounge chair, rubbed the essential oil in their palms, and then gently rubbed the guests' bodies.

In the warm water vapor, Fanning smelled a secret and sweet fragrance, which was so faint that it was almost unbearable, but it was so provocative that people couldn't help but peek at the initiator of disturbing the senses.

Perhaps in the southern country, this essential oil favored by upper-class women has its own unique quality, but Fanning was a little skeptical whether this was the "Sevenfold Blessing" intercepted by the Joyful Listening Society. When the caravan counted the gold coins for handover, he did not check what form the small bottle contained.

"Come down and help me." Miss Cuckoo, who was lying in a pink bathrobe, spoke again.

Fanning's eyes fell on the side of her lounge chair - there was also a rose-colored vial on the storage table there.

He walked down the steps step by step, and the warm water carrying the petals gradually submerged his crotch.

What was poured out was different from what he expected. It was actually red crystals, bright and transparent like agate.

But as soon as they touched the palm of his hand, they began to melt, and finally turned into a small ball of sticky red liquid.

It seemed that the essential oil was good.

The strange sweet fragrance was close at hand, and the skin in contact with it seemed to be dancing in joy.

"Start from the back."

After giving instructions, Renila turned over and lay down, lifting her bathrobe outward and upward.

She closed her eyes as if enjoying it, and the color under her curves was slightly rosy under the wet heat.

"What is this?" Fanning asked with her palm raised.

Renila frowned. Her personal maid seemed to be a little out of shape today. She gathered her wet burgundy hair to one shoulder and was about to ask a question -

"Church inspection!"

"Don't move, people inside, stop what you are doing!"

Two crisp female voices sounded one after another.

The curtain of the large bath room was lifted, and five female clergy dressed as "flower touchers" rushed in, followed by a figure wearing a coffee-colored long skirt, with a beautiful and cold face.

The abnormal resonance fluctuations under the pool were still being sensed, and Fanning's child hole shrank slightly.

Then he stood in the water or on the shore with a weak, pitiful and helpless posture, like other maids and most female guests.

The leader who broke into the bathhouse was Norma Gon, the chief inspector of the Special Patrol Office!