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.鮖

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 felt like he was back in the cafeteria battle with his roommates. Even then, the astonishing speed of disposing of food could not be maintained for a long time.

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

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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.鮖

"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 Renila 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 hot and humid water vapor with the throbbing 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.鮖

The air humidity is a bit high, the temperature is a bit high, my cheeks are a bit hot, and it's a bit difficult to move forward and backward.

Is it because the wreckage of the "Fountain in the Painting" has too good a control effect on color and light and shadow?

Don't let anyone know about this kind of thing in the future...

Fan Ning sighed a little guilty, pressed down with both hands, and let the tires of the cart cross the threshold.

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

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

"What is it!?"

The thing that changed was the purple string wrapped in his sleeve, the extraordinary item that Qiong had brought out from the "cracking field".

And the source of its spiritual vibration...

Fan Ning took a few more steps forward calmly, leaned over and picked up a large jar of colorful dried flowers, and imitated the actions of the maids to pour them into the hot spring bath.

"Ah~~~" The short-haired lady before shouted happily, and her naked body jumped into the water from the platform one meter away from Fan Ning. In a blink of an eye, she was covered by the petals floating on the water, and her shoulder-length skin was red in the snow-white.

Fan Ning's eyes tried to keep natural, and he looked at a place slightly to the right in the middle of the bath.

In his spiritual perception, invisible ripples came from bottom to top, from inside to outside, and the light and shadow were blue, pink, light green, and mottled black and white, which echoed with the purple strings on his wrists.

What is under the water?

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

There, Renila was sitting on the platform, not yet in the water, with only a pair of feet immersed in the hot spring, and the scarlet toenails were jumping and fluctuating with the ripples.

"She is also a high-ranking rank of rank 7 or 8, and she didn't notice anything unusual? Could it be that what I noticed was just my feeling, 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 rich fragrance rose up, and the amber liquid spread. In a blink of an eye, a large area of ​​the pool water was dyed light pink.

But the movement of his eyes just now had already met with Renila's. She smiled and waved at Fan Ning:

"Come and help me undress."

Fan Ning had to put down the second barrel of wine and walked over. 鮖

The other party turned around, stood up with his back to him, and shook his wet wine-red hair straight.

With a slight pull, the knot of the belt was loosened, and with another swish, the silver chain on the side of the evening dress slid away from the waist, revealing a large piece of snow-white, and the clothes and small pieces of fabric fell to the feet.

Then there was the steel buckle on the back.

"You're so slow today." Renila paddled the petals floating in the bathtub with her feet.

"Sorry, miss." Fanning's voice was repeated, looking straight at the back of her head, pressing and moving his fingers three times, letting a burgundy veil with residual warmth and water vapor fall to the ground.

This person is still too slow. If he wasn't planning to let Miss Nightingale practice and beat her in the finals, his grave would be overgrown with grass... Fanning finally confirmed that this action was necessary. Since he had just noticed the abnormality under the water, those subtle psychological hesitations had completely disappeared.

As a young man with a healthy body and mind, he was indeed a little dry in the mouth in such an occasion, but the reaction was not large, and the psychological desire was almost zero.鮖

For him, the spiritual attraction between the opposite sex is far greater than the animal instinct of the body, or even if the latter erupts one day, it will only exist as the result of the former. In this sense, the answer he gave to the girls in the caravan at the coconut crab dinner on the road that day may have a lot of truth.

Such occasions... "Pool" means this, but it is just one of the mysteries reflected by the glow.

After eating, the female guests bathed and played in the flower petal pool, and Fanning was thinking that he might have to wait until the people dispersed before carefully checking the things under the water.

Things on the mysterious side are ruthless. This woman who intercepts the "Sevenfold Blessing", collects "Helpless Blood" and leads private gatherings is definitely not a good person. Since the "Awakening Chant" was opened, Fanning always felt that he and the things around him were pushed into a deeper state that is difficult to describe. "Miss Scarlet" and the suspicious "Apostle" may be affecting this summer. Some things must be checked more clearly.

The invisible light and ripples are still spreading.

It seems that it is not in the water, the source is deeper, perhaps under the tiles on the bottom of the bathtub.

"These light and shadows, the four phases of 'ember', 'cocoon', 'pool', and 'derivation'? The extraordinary strings of the resonance source on my wrist are 'keys', or D notes, and these in front of me also have E, A, G and B notes?" Fanning seemed to have vaguely guessed what direction. 鮖

He lowered his head and performed some repetitive actions of moving the bathing utensils around.

While I was thinking, several ladies had finished their first wash and stood up from the bathtub to clean the petals on their skin.

The waiter put on a soft cotton bathrobe for them, and then adjusted the lounge chair in the bathtub to a suitable height.

They climbed up, turned over and made comfortable sounds, and adjusted their bodies to the most comfortable stretching posture, with loose bathrobes casually draped or hanging, revealing the white and delicate texture and crystal clear water droplets.

The maids picked up the small rose-colored bottles from the table next to the lounge chairs, rubbed the essential oil inside on their palms, and then touched the guests' bodies and gently rubbed it.

In the warm water vapor, Fan Ning smelled a secret and sweet fragrance. It was as weak as a gossamer, but it had an unbearable teasing quality, making people unable to help but peep at the scent that disturbed the senses. The originator.

Perhaps this essential oil favored by upper-class women in the southern country has its own unique qualities, but Fan Ning had some doubts as to whether this could be the "sevenfold blessing" intercepted by the Joyful Listening Club. At that time, the caravan counted gold coins for During the handover, he did not check the form of the contents in the small bottle.鮖

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

Fan Ning's eyes fell on the side of her lounge chair - there was also a small rose-colored bottle on the storage table there.

He walked down the steps step by step, and the warm water carrying the petals gradually immersed into his buttocks.

What was poured out was different from what I expected. It was actually red crystals with bright and transparent texture like agate.

But upon contact with the palm they began to melt, eventually turning into a small glob of viscous red liquid.

It seems like essential oils are good.

The strange sweet fragrance is so close that the skin that touches it seems to be dancing with joy.鮖

"From the back first."

Renilla instructed and rolled over onto her stomach, pushing her bathrobe outwards and upwards.

She closed her eyes in enjoyment, the color under the curves glowing with a slight rose color under the moist heat.

"What is this?" Fan Ning asked, slapping his hands.

Renilla frowned. Her personal maid seemed to be a little out of sorts today. She pushed her wet burgundy hair to one shoulder and was about to ask a question——

"Church inspection!"

"People inside, don't move, stop what you are doing!"

Two clear female voices sounded one after another.

The door curtain of the large bath room was opened, and five female clergy dressed as "flower-touched people" rushed in, followed by a figure wearing a brown dress with a beautiful and cold face.

The abnormal resonance fluctuations under the pool were still being felt, and Fan Ning's pupils shrank slightly.

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

The leader who broke into the bathhouse was none other than the Inspector General of the Special Inspection Department, Norma Gunn!