Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

"Untie it for me, I only give you 1 minute."

This time it’s for real…

Avro looked at Grace hesitantly, her slender neck was so fragile that it could be broken with just a little force, and he cautiously moved towards her while holding his breath.

The black and red collar is like an invisible connection, locking the two people together tightly.

There are many reasons for not being willing to solve the problem. Fear of Grace taking risks, etc. are just self-sounding reasons.

Grace is so special, she is the only bright moonlight in the dark night.

Deserted, but still able to shine on others.

The collar is the only thing connecting the two of them. Apart from that, what else can make two non-parallel lines intersect?

And how can one catch such a person?

Fundamentally, Grace and herself are in two different worlds, whether it is the vision in her eyes or the ideal.

"it is good……"

Avro responded bitterly. He originally wanted to say something, but found that he could not say anything after opening his mouth.

The joy of being in harmony has long since disappeared, leaving only reluctance and regret for one's own impulsiveness.

She looked at Grace, her cold expression finally softened after hearing her promise, and the rest of her relaxed eyebrows showed the joy of surviving the disaster.

Are you so happy to be free from yourself?

"Stop suppressing me with your supposedly older attitude. In my relationship with you, you have always been the beneficiary of being overly protected."

Grace lowered her eyes and stated a certain fact extremely ruthlessly.

The thick eyelashes were clearly defined, but Avro felt like a spider web wrapped around him. Every time he opened and closed his eyes, the threads pulled and pulled, affecting his thoughts.

What she said was true, and what she did was also true.

But Grace is always very soft-hearted... maybe she will forgive herself in two days.

"Yes...it will be lifted after I get dressed."

Avro nodded and stopped saying anything to anger Grace. He twisted the sheets with his green-white fingers and asked nervously,

"Then Grace, will you...will you pay attention to me again after you lift it?"

Grace glanced at Avro expressionlessly, leaving a meaningful glance.

Ruined.

Avro's heart felt cold.

When you get the sweetness from forcibly kissing Grace for the first time, you should know that this method is excessive and unfeasible.

Things have already happened, it’s too late to say anything, and this is the first time for Her Highness Grace...

They are obviously women, why would they do such a thing?

"What about Mrs. Linda? Yesterday she said she wanted to invest [-] gold coins... so."

Avro lowered his furry head and used a low voice to try to regain his angry lover.

"Fifty thousand gold coins is a big number. How did she agree? Or how did you?"

Grace said, pulling the quilt with a swipe to cover the barren and hickey-covered snowfield on her chest. The densely packed ambiguous marks made people think.

But the small bed quilt could not cover Grace's fair body 360 degrees.

When she turned over and got out of bed, the half of the quilt that was snatched away kept drooping, trying to cover her looming hips and slender waist.

But even if you cover it up deliberately, you still can't cover up the smooth and perfect white porcelain-like skin on your back, as well as the obvious waistlines on both sides.

changed.

When taking a shower before, Grace didn't care... Now after becoming more intimate, she became more reserved.

Such a sense of distance made Avro feel uncomfortable all over.

She bit her lip in grievance, and rolled over from the other side of the goose down bed without energy and limpness. She picked up the clothes scattered on the floor and explained,

"She often comes to church. I met her on the road, so I asked her if she wanted to do business..."

"Is it that simple?" - It's just like the comments made by the top students on the test paper after every exam in childhood. Versailles reached the extreme.

Grace sat on the edge of the bed, and Fatty's hands even stayed on the edge of her knees. She couldn't help but look back at her in surprise.

Avro shook her head. She squatted half-crouched by the bed, only showing her round head, but even so, her beautiful and delicate collarbones and slender neck were clearly exposed.

There are also shallow tooth marks left by someone on it, symbolizing last night's resistance.

Avro lowered his head and blinked bright eyes, aggrieved and loyal, like a golden retriever that kept wagging its tail after making a mistake.

"No, she didn't agree, but I thought about what Her Highness Grace wanted to do, how could she give up so easily. Then, I told her that Father Morton was looking for new auction candidates... I could help her introduce them."

"Father Morton?"

Grace raised her eyebrows with interest.

Fortunately...not that angry.

Seeing Grace's interest, Avro Shang calmed down a little.

She picked up the scattered lace bra and saw that the size seemed to be Grace's. She threw it over and said carefully,

"That's Father Morton of our Kelton Church. The priest is mainly in charge of things like the church and auctions. If you upgrade further, he will be the chief priest of various places..."

"Church auction..."

Grace pinched her chin, her delicate brows knitted together, and the anger seemed to dissipate, replaced by a concentration of serious thinking.

It's fascinating.

Avro explained patiently, "The nobles donated the items to the church and then conducted a charity auction. Half of the money raised from the auction will be donated to the church in the name of charity."

But Grace's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and she seemed to have discovered some key point. She continued to ask while putting clothes on her barren breasts,

"It's... used by nobles to evade imperial taxes. Right?"

Where is this?

The innocent Avro didn't know much about corruption and politics. She frowned and tilted her head in confusion, not understanding what Grace said at all.

"Tax evasion? Is there such a thing? I don't know."

"Isn't this a matter of course? Isn't this the best way to launder money?"

There are too many ways to manipulate half of the funds in the church, such as asking someone to auction a certain type of famous painting at a high price, and then laundering the bribe money into clean auction money. It is simply the best place for corruption.

But Afro still had her own way of saying things. She rested her softly curved chin on the big bed, opened and closed her lips to talk, and made her curly hair bounce up and down, like an inexperienced child. Generally simple,

"But the money raised from the auction is usually used to repair the church and distribute charity meals."

Grace's eyebrows frowned subconsciously, and she persuaded her while putting on her clothes,

"Then you know? Where money and power are born, there will be corruption. Think about how luxurious the Kelton church you are in is?"

"But... it is necessary to worship the goddess."

Avro puffed up his cheeks and retorted as expected, "Since we have enjoyed the blessings of the goddess, it is only right that other believers are willing to build a cathedral for the goddess."

The action of buttoning the bra suddenly slowed down, and Grace pursed her lips seriously. For the first time, she began to ask Afro about her future thoughts.

"What will you do if one day something you believe in betrays you?"

Avro's pupils expanded slightly, lowered his eyes with extremely complicated emotions, and then said firmly,

"Goddess Wells has also suffered betrayal in hell and experienced nine hundred blazing true fires, but nothing could change her heart."

“Faith is the heart, and the heart beats every moment, and nothing will change—until the heart ends.”

Staring at Avro's firm eyes in silence for a long time, Grace hesitated to speak, and finally couldn't help but ask the ultimate question hidden in her heart,

"Is there anything that can make you give up your faith?"

Avro looked at Grace in surprise, as if wondering why he was asking such a question, "There is no such thing."

Ah...that's true.

Grace's eyebrows drooped in disappointment, and her originally slow dressing movements became decisive.

Although Afro looks ignorant, he is very tough, egotistical, decisive and determined.

Her ignorance is not due to ordinary incompetence, but because she does not want to get involved in dirty things.

The so-called strong moral sense is just a soft decoration.

She will get everything she wants like gentle breeze and drizzle. For example, between herself and her ideal, she will always choose everything greedily.

This is Avro's law of survival.

Suddenly there was a moment of loss and relief, and Grace's body trembled slightly. When she lowered her eyes, she saw herself covered in hickeys.

The dense kiss marks seemed to turn into potential scars, and all the ambiguous traces were disgusting abscesses, exuding a stench that corroded every trace.

Suddenly I felt dirty all over my body, like a poor guy shivering in a cardboard box in the endless rain with nowhere to go.

But Avro's words stopped and she continued to express her inner thoughts sincerely.

"But if it's a human being, Her Highness Grace, her parents, and her brother should all be counted."

"If... Grace talks to me more and kisses me more, I don't want to be a saint... Those things can't be with the people I like and my family. It's boring. I might as well go there honestly. Be a priest or something like that.”

Grace blinked in panic, barely trying to comfort her.

But the increasingly panicky mood makes people realize the terrible emotions later.

Grace took a shaky breath and let out an unpalatable sigh,

"It's not necessary. You don't need to say such words next time. There is no relationship between us in the first place. You can directly hand over the [-] gold coins invested to your brother. Since the marriage relationship is still there, his money is my money."

"Please keep your distance, Miss Avro, I don't want any rumors to spread."

Grace almost said the most ruthless words in the coldest tone. Grace saw Afro buried his head beside the bed, his long and beautiful fingers tightly grasping the sheets, looking like a defeated dog who was unwilling to accept it.

——Wait until you are enough to be able to adjust your mood, enough to be able to control Avro.

In the fastest possible time, he extracted his emotions from it and made Afro become the one who lost all his emotions.

Grace suddenly felt as if her limbs had lost strength. After making such a decision, her mind finally relaxed.

Where is Nora?

Had she been outside all night?

142. Closed Nora

Night is a time for ambiguity to ferment.

For Nora, who had just come of age, she already knew what was coming.

The reason why she chose to close the business in the first place - Her Royal Highness Princess Grace likes women, and Miss Afro is a very good person.

From the perspective of adult beauty alone, what I did was right.

The door made of silver lacquer and carvings was slammed shut, and there was a clang like a heavy hammer that pronounced fate.

The heavy wind blew across my face, and then—some subtle quarrels could be faintly heard through the good sound insulation materials.

"Well... Grace..."

"No!!! - La -!!! You idiot!! Look what the hell you are doing?"

As expected, there was the loudest and most hysterical scream in the world, and one could almost imagine the crazy scene of the witch Lucia writhing in darkness.

"How can you be such a person? You pushed your future lover into someone else's arms with your own hands."

The witch scolded and went crazy, as if she was completely driven away by anger and all reason was gone. In the end, she even cursed.

"Unreasonable! You were supposed to be standing at the finish line!! But what have you done now!!"

"I just closed the door conveniently."

Nora leaned against the wall and pursed her lips in displeasure.

"You deserve to be secretly dropping pearls late at night. I can't stand it. Why are you like this?"

"That's how I am, and I won't shed tears."