Chaos Crown

Chapter 14, You Need a Magician

Appearing in front of Aaron was the panicked and angry Miss Pastor. She wrapped her body in a thick bath towel, her face was full of shock and anger, and her sapphire-like pure eyes seemed to burst into flames. Subconsciously, she reached out and grabbed the water glass on the table, and threw it towards Aaron.

The water cup filled with anger made a sharp sound in the air. In terms of strength alone, Miss Priest's strength attribute is definitely a level higher than that of Aaron!
Aaron calmly reached out to take the water glass, and the clear water in the glass immediately spilled all over his body. The Viscount let the water wet his handsome and extraordinary face and chest, turned around and closed the door, and walked towards Eleanor naturally .

What is this person trying to do?Every time Aaron took a step closer, Eleanor took a step back, her expression unstoppable panic.

I really want to hammer you!

Even if you are Su Lun's favored person, I will judge you for the Silver Virgin!
Miss Pastor's hand has already touched her warhammer.

But unexpectedly, Aaron passed her by.

The viscount calmly passed by Miss Pastor, 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?" Come back after a stroll?"

"First, we are not husband and wife, second, we are not lovers, and third, we are not even sex (X) friends. You didn't change your clothes in the bathroom, but blamed me instead. What's the reason?" Aaron said solemnly, without squinting: "I want to tell you, even I hate women who take off their clothes regardless of the occasion!"

Following Aaron's words, the pastor, who was originally relieved, gradually had a liver color on her beautiful and delicate face.

This man actually bit himself back! ! !
It's like he's at a disadvantage!
Moreover, thinking about it carefully, what he said seems to be right!

Eleanor formed the habit of walking alone in her room after taking a bath after living alone for a long time. This hot bath was so comfortable that she suddenly forgot about the fact that Aaron would come back, and why? It was just right, Aaron came back 2 minutes earlier, and he was still in the big wooden barrel in the bathroom, and Aaron came back 2 minutes later, at least he had already put on his nightgown.

Miss Pastor's face turned blue and pale for a while, and she wanted to scold him several times but didn't know what to say, so she just stared at Aaron with fire-breathing eyes.

Aaron didn't respond. He brought up two buckets of hot water: "You go in and change your clothes first. I think you need a little time to be quiet. I just want to take a bath. I'll talk about it when I come out."

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

I haven't poured out the bath water yet!
Nor is she reminded, nor is she not reminded.

Aaron saw Eleanor's tangled expression, and after a little association, he understood what Miss Pastor was thinking, and the muscles on his face twitched a few times.

I'm not Durant!
He ignored Eleanor, took a change of linen into the bathroom, poured two buckets of hot water into the cold bath water, and took a beautiful bath.

After washing and changing clothes, Miss Pastor seemed to have regained her composure.

At this time, Eleanor was leaning on the soft sofa, and Miss Pastor was wearing a set of spring rain honey pomelo white transparent wave chiffon skirt. This long skirt wrapped Miss Pastor's slender and well-proportioned body tightly. Two delicate and smooth beautiful legs overlapped under the long skirt that covered her knees. The golden proportions of the legs showed the temptation of the beautiful legs and feet to the fullest. Even though she was not wearing stockings, her pair of crystal clear legs were still amazingly beautiful. Under the dim candlelight, Aaron couldn't take his eyes off her fair skin. Her attractive small pink feet were covered in a pair of pink slippers, and her five neat toes swayed slightly in the shoes, revealing her round and smooth body. Heel, full of sexy.

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

It's a pity not to wear white silk with such beautiful and well-proportioned legs and feet.

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

He is a heavy stocking control.

But he is also very clear that two-dimensional stockings are different from three-dimensional stockings.

Compared with the versatile black silk, Aaron has never seen a few adult girls who look good in white silk in reality, which makes him always have deep regrets in his heart.

Baisi's requirements for leg shape, foot shape, and skin are too high. If there is a slight mismatch, it will look unsightly.

Miss Priest is so perfect, she will look good in white silk!Aaron secretly made up his mind to find a chance to find a way to get Eleanor to wear white silk for me.

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

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

The most classic silk stockings come from the high-grade spider silk produced by the giant spiders of Rose, the queen goddess of the Underdark. They are popular all over the country. Most of the silk stockings are imported from Menzoberranzan City in the Underdark.

Well, although Rose, the Spider Queen, is very bad and is a villain in all the web articles Aaron has read, she is not useless.

The more high-end stockings are made from the fluff of the unicorn, the divine beast of the unicorn goddess Larue, using magic. This is the best, the finest, the best touch, the most elastic, soft and silky stockings in the country. This kind of stockings can only be produced in Silvermoon City, and there is no market for the price.

The poorest ones are ordinary silk stockings made by folk hand-knitting machines. This kind of stockings is much worse. Compared with the first two types of stockings, the touch and elasticity are much worse, but they are still luxury goods.

The good news is that the relationship between the Silver Madonna and Lady Silvermoon, Selene, and the Unicorn Goddess, Lurue, 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 on the good side are almost all his friends, many on the neutral side The gods also had a lot to do with him.

The bad news is...know it all.

Aaron knew he would never be able to sleep with the windows open again.

"Actually, I don't like people calling me 'the last Salian'." Aaron unbuttoned his chest, and he came to sit opposite the pastor, with a wry smile on his lips: "It always gives people a kind of me I feel like I am about to lose my children and grandchildren, and I will have no descendants for life, although... I am really close, I am really the last Salian."

Eleanor looked at Aaron's wry smile, and the lady pastor's holy face like a platycodon flower also showed a trace of sadness. After all, she 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 barbarian Asha once joked to Eleanor that the donations from the Salian family would be greatly reduced every year.

Eleanor quarreled with Asha about it.

"Then why do you like others to call you?" Miss Priest's tone softened a lot, and the previous little conflict was temporarily put on hold.

"If possible, I would prefer to be called 'Shining Hathaway'." Aaron showed a mysterious smile, but before the lady pastor could react, he shook his head immediately: "Forget it, Hathaway himself doesn't Know what the hell 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 directly locking the bedroom door and letting me sleep on the sofa, you should have something to say to me." Aaron's expression continued to be serious, which was different from his previous They look like two different people.

This is the judgment of the Son of Chaos who has awakened the power of Slaanesh on the current situation.

Aaron believes that the previous embarrassing encounters have caused the relationship between him and Miss Pastor, which had been stabilized through heart-to-heart talks, to show signs of deterioration, which is inconsistent with his original plan.

In terms of Miss Pastor's earnest, strong and pious personality, making a joke to cover up the problem, or talking flirtatiously like ordinary nobles, these are wrong decisions that will only increase Eleanor's resentment.

Half-elves, orphans, disciples of Su Lun, and priests, these identities destined Eleanor to have a slight hostility towards human nobles in her heart. If it weren't for the fact that the Salian family was Su Lun's devout family, she would have been blessed by Su Lun's favor. The charisma (from the perspective of Miss Priest), Eleanor is unlikely to look at herself.

The correct way to deal with it should be to open up and speak clearly, emphasizing the current relationship between the two, and let the pastor know that she didn't mean it on purpose, and that she didn't have 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 has become a bit like a galgame. Every option will bring different consequences, and every decision will produce endless changes and new stimuli.

Sure enough, seeing Aaron's indifferent expression, Miss Priest also confirmed in her heart that Aaron should have been just a coincidence.

"Aaron, there is a problem with your magic!"

"!" Aaron was startled, and he tightened his grip on the sofa: "What's the problem?"

"There is a problem with your magic." Eleanor didn't notice Aaron's hand movements. Miss Priest stared at Aaron with a pair of clear and clear eyes like sapphires. Goblin, your magic is not used correctly, although I don't know how warlocks use magic, but it is absolutely wrong for you to use magic like this."

"In order to deal with that goblin bear, you used two spells one after another. This is incredible for a first-order 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, seeing that there was no trace of disgust on Aaron's face, she continued.

Warlocks are born to cast spells, and warlocks are naturally arrogant and indifferent. If it is said that mages 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 advice.

"True strength is born with you!"

———Warlocks' favorite quotes
"The situation at that time was that I was only a few steps away from you, and I 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 Mana, dodge, or... if you need to cast spells to deal with the situation, you should cast other spells as well... From what I've seen, both of the ones you cast are pure damage spells, except for the bugbear It didn't do anything other than shed a little more blood."

"For spellcasters, pure damage magic is not the first choice, and protection and control magic are the top priority." Miss Priest hesitated: "However, this is also determined by your blood. I don't know what your power is, so I'll just tell you the general situation."

Aaron immediately understood what Eleanor meant. As an aristocrat of the Kingdom of Cormyr, how could he not have seen the famous Battle Mage of Cormyr cast spells?

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

Aaron habitually regards himself as the main output position, and he also has the meaning of showing off his skills when he first masters magic.

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

With a sharp weapon in the body, the murderous heart starts from the beginning.

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

"I don't know. I'm a priest. I use the name of Our Lady of Silver to release divine spells. You are a warlock. We are different. I can only say that if I didn't see that you were in danger, I wouldn't even be able to use the magical spell of Twilight Fire." It won't work." Eleanor slowly got up from the sofa, her gorgeous long golden hair naturally hung down from the back of her head, and the ends of her flicking hair exuded a faint fragrance.

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

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

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

Aaron's eyes are too terrifying, exposed in front of this charismatic person, Eleanor is always afraid that she will fall into it accidentally.

"What's in that little bottle...is hair?" Aaron's eyes remained motionless: "I feel a certain calling 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 are always attracted to each other.

"It's not my hair... I, I've seen angels before! A real angel." The sapphire blue jewel-like clear and pure eyes flashed with the light of memory, and there was a touching smile on the face of Miss Pastor, and she fell into love. In a painful but sweet memory: "But now, that's all that's left."

Aaron felt that he was listening to riddles, and the viscount was not interested in guessing riddles: "I don't think, Miss Eleanor, you haven't reached the age to live by memories, have you?"

"I'm just saying that the angel is gone now. Aaron's words interrupted Eleanor's memory. She gave Aaron an annoyed look at first, but she knew that he couldn't empathize with her when she saw the confused expression in front of him. , can only sigh slightly: "Now with your strength, knowing this will not do you any good. "

"I'm just giving you a suggestion. Since you have gained the ability to cast spells, you'd better find a suitable spell-casting mentor. But if you're a warlock... It may be difficult to find a mentor, but it's definitely better than fumbling around on your own." Much more." Under Aaron's gaze, Eleanor couldn't hold on any longer, and Miss Pastor held the neckline of her nightgown with one hand, and pressed the hem of the skirt with the other: "I'm going to rest."

"Good night, thank you, Miss Eleanor, thank you for taking the risk to say this to me." Aaron stood up and leaned slightly towards Miss Priest.

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

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

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

"Then, good night."

"Good night."

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