my beauty world

Chapter 109 Happy Earthquake

Athens, Lagonisi Resort Hotel.

Greece in May has entered the early summer season.

Ilsa came out of the holiday villa, took off her bathrobe, and plunged into the swimming pool. With her slender and powerful legs swinging, she climbed up to the other side of the pool.

Looking down, the golden sand and the beauty of the bay are unobstructed.

Brushing her hands over her face, her long hair was neatly pulled back.

Ilsa heard movement behind her, looked back, and said, "Since you're here, why don't you come down?"

Ronan admired Ilsa's beautiful back, especially the long legs and buttocks under the waves. He took off his outer clothes, jumped into the pool, swam a few times, and hugged Ilsa's body tightly from behind.

The two were hot and lingering together.

Ronan picked up Ilsa, whose bust was falling off, and walked towards the villa.

They tossed and made too much noise, and they would not be able to finish the work for a while, which might disturb the neighbors on both sides, and maybe even disturb the people on the beach.

Walking between light and darkness, people are under great pressure.

It's a great way to vent stress.

The night is long and time moves slowly.The body is filled with unprecedented energy and then slowly dissipated, making people exhausted and extremely happy.

She suddenly lost consciousness, happiness blanked her mind and didn't want to think about anything.

I don't know how long it took, Ilsa came back to her senses, looked at Ronan who was holding her, and said in her heart that she was going to die, and she was not an opponent at all.

Ronan looked down at her: "What's wrong?"

Ilsa grew up in a Western-style environment, and said openly, "Your strength has become stronger."

Ronan gently stroked his smooth back and asked, "Do you want to become stronger?"

Ilsa didn't understand the meaning of Bao's words, and looked at Ronan in surprise: "Need me to specially exercise the leg and hip muscles? Only after I complete the trial can I get the opportunity for a gentleman to be promoted to a second-level knight, and my body will have an essential strength." promote."

According to Ronan's self-understanding, Ilsa has now reached the level of soul fragments +9.

In Ilsa's system, above gentlemen are knights, above knights there should be knights of the round table, but when it comes to Ilsa's homeland and organization, Ronan didn't ask much.

Just like Ilsa knew he had a secret, but never asked him what secret he had.

It is not easy for two people with shady identities to get along intimately.

Ronan got up, put on two clothes casually, and greeted Ilsa: "Come to the restaurant."

Ilsa put on Ronan's white shirt and quickly followed.

Ronan brought a white porcelain plate from the kitchen, and was taking out the roasted golden meat from a stainless steel basin and putting it on the plate.

Ilsa smelled it carefully, and it smelled a bit strange, not beef, pork, and mutton.

In the past, I picked up a small piece and stuffed it into my mouth. The meat was roasted, as if it only had a salty taste.

Ronan asked her to sit down, brought glasses and red wine, each poured a glass, and clinked glasses with Ilsa: "Congratulations on meeting again alive."

Ilsa agrees: "It's not easy being alive."

Ronan put down his wine glass and invited: "Taste, eat slowly."

Ilsa took another bite, chewing slowly.

Ronan said simply: "I found that violent bear, and this is its meat."

Ilsa nodded and began to eat slowly: "The meat of demonized animals? I've heard people say that some are beneficial to the human body, but the effect may not be on the right side. It is said that there is a deer in Oro-Ibia..."

Ronan smiled: "My cooking method is very effective."

Ilsa trusts Ronan and continues to eat.

Ronan didn't put much meat at one time, lest Ilsa react too much after eating.

The demonized meat roasted by the fire of the soul, when digested and absorbed, is more effective than Oro-Ibia's simple drinking of demonized blood.

After eating the meat on the plate, Ilsa suddenly said, "I... don't seem to be tired anymore."

She looked at her hand with a little doubt: "I feel full of strength, and I will fight with you for another night!"

Ronan said directly, "Try."

Ilsa picked up the stainless steel table knife and snapped her two fingers. Before she felt any force, the table knife broke with a snap!
Before, she couldn't do it!
"My strength has grown." Ilsa immediately realized: "The function of the meat?"

Ronan said: "The production method is special, don't tell others."

Ilsa nodded: "I know."

Ronan asked, "Another order?"

"No hurry." Ilsa got up, quickly unbuttoned the shirt, and she fell to the ground. She sat on the dining table and grabbed Ronan's collar: "I recovered, continue! This time I'm on top, I want to be a pilot!"

In the early morning two days later, Ronan drove the rented yacht away from the pier of the resort hotel and rushed into the sea.

Ilsa was full of energy, clutching the gripper in her hand.

In the last few meals, all he ate was roasted bear meat, and his strength has increased significantly.

However, since noon yesterday, the meat I ate started to have no effect, as if it had reached its limit.

The yacht is far away from the coast, and the sea in front of you is endless.

Ronan roughly told Ilsa about Chita and asked, "What's the reaction from France?"

Ilsa shook her head: "I'm not very clear about the details, but Russia has joined the team to put pressure on France. France may offer a sum of compensation, and then launch a few scapegoats."

Ronan asked: "French cosmetics industry, are there any similar incidents?"

Ilsa said: "Not for the time being. I dare not say if there are more. At least one or two years, the French will stop for a while. But it is impossible to completely disappear. As long as the profits are large enough, the power of capital is endless."

Ronan knew that what she said was true. Modern society is indeed much more civilized, but the rules of survival are still cruel, and the bottom will always be the leek in the hands of the top.

The two were actually exchanging information. After hearing what Ronan said about Russia, Ilsa shared a piece of news she had learned: "Recently, in Europe and North America, there is a mysterious organization that is promoting technology similar to strengthening fighters. They They don’t have high requirements for customers, claiming that they will sell if they give enough money.”

Ronan asked: "Isn't this cutting-edge military technology? Just sell it for money?"

Ilsa said again: "I don't know the specific source of the information collected by Solomon Ryan. It should be more reliable. I feel that Europe is going to be chaotic."

She suddenly looked at Ronan who was driving the yacht: "No, Europe is already in chaos."

Ronan was adjusting and changing his way of speaking so that he could pretend later, and he would definitely not speak at other times. At this time, he bit the bullet and said more: "Before I came, Europe was not in chaos?"

The corner of Ilsa's mouth curled up in a beautiful arc: "I'm just kidding you."

The struggle between countries has never stopped.

The earth is so big, if I want more resources, I can only plunder other people.

"I saw the experiment of strengthening soldiers in the vampire castle of Akasha in Romania." Ronan slightly changed the memory information he got: "The Spanish Baroness Cabore and the CIA's Church working group, dealing with them..."

After hearing Ronan's words, Ilsa said: "Spain's high-level opposition is serious, and the king's faction and the internal affairs faction are constantly fighting. This may be a variable."

Ronan said, "Let's mess it up, I can relax if it's messed up."

Ilsa knew Ronan's pressure, and said: "MI6 got information from the inside line in France. Joan, who was about to wake up, fell into a deep sleep again. You don't need to consider the threat of Joan in the short term."

Ronan nodded, and suddenly asked, "Will Joan of Arc wake up and see the current France?"

When these words came to Ilsa's heart, she smiled knowingly: "Who knows. There are too many people in France who are heretics in the eyes of Joan of Arc. Don't forget where the title of saint came from."

She reminded: "The French should stop chasing you in a short time. Don't be careless. The reward of 2000 million euros is still hanging on the Continental Hotel."

Ronan said: "I know, I will go to Rome in a few days to see if I can solve this matter."

Ilsa reached out and took Ronan's hand: "Be careful in everything."

Ronan thought for a while: "Tell me about the Continental Hotel."

I didn't care about it before, so I didn't ask Ilsa.

In fact, Ilsa knew a lot, and roughly said it, which was basically the same as what the arms dealer Yuri Olov said.

At least the arms dealer was telling the truth.

There are many influences involved in the high table table, and politicians can be bought if they have money. Over the years, under the protection of certain politicians, many mainland hotels have been opened in the Middle East and Western countries.

The Antonio family in Italy is one of the twelve legs that make up the high table.

But on the bright side, the Antonio family is a prominent Italian rich man.

The truth is hidden under the bustling.

The two exchanged and discussed, leaving their troubles behind, and only enjoying the present moment.

In the evening, the yacht did not go back, but stopped not too far from the coast, and the two of them released their enthusiasm in the open sea.

The boat pushed by the wind and waves is swaying, which is very interesting.

The happy earthquake turned into a happy tsunami.

(End of this chapter)