Your Royal Highness, I will eventually save you!

Karma asked again: "Are you sure it's the Tomb Wolf Mercenary Group?"

Litton smiled, and asked without answering, "How authentic is the intelligence clue I gave you last time?"

The information he gave last time has been confirmed about the relationship between the executioner Ye Xiao and the Black Tower... Kama was stunned for a moment, and then he came back to his senses, and his face suddenly became a little bad. It is necessary to report to the captain immediately. If the tomb wolf mercenary group is allowed to act recklessly in the capital of tomorrow, the consequences will be disastrous.

"Miss Kama, should I receive my reward?"

"Forehead......"

Kama's blue crystal-like eyes looked at him in a daze, and it took him a while to realize that according to the wanted rules issued by the guard room, if an accomplice or team with relevant suspicions is reported, they will get a piece of information. Enchanted material items or weapons as rewards.

Litton interrupted aloud: "I need a healing potion from the Holy Spring."

Karma didn't ask, she just wanted to tell the news to the captain as soon as possible, and gave Litton a small bottle of healing potion from the holy spring, and Litton got the things and didn't stay in the guard room anymore.

......

Near a tavern.

In the alley where the smell of alcohol and vomit mixed together, three mercenaries in black robes stood in the alley. As the Sequence 6 Emir raised his hand, a dark mark slowly appeared in the alley into the streets.

Emile frowned.

According to the power of her own blow, Hilarina's ability to come here in a short period of time is already the limit. She should have lost consciousness and stunned in place, and the black mark in front of her also represents that Hilarina has been here. Been here for a while.

He looked up and looked around.

Looking at a group of drunks who were dazed on the ground in front of him, he felt a little irritable in an instant. He had a bad temper, and a member of the mercenary regiment capsized in the hands of a little girl and died on the spot because of carelessness.

He snorted coldly.

A gust of black wind as thick as ink gushed out from under his feet, and immediately wiped out the dozen or so drunks who were stunned all around. In an instant, the thick smell of blood overwhelmed the smell of alcohol and vomit in the streets and alleys. The taste is masked.

He reached out again.

The pitch-black wind swept away the surrounding area, and the resentment and fear that swept through countless souls were kneaded together to form a mirror. On the mirror, a young nobleman with a slightly jerky face stunned Hilarina who was in the alley. back up.

"Who intercepted our prey..." Emil frowned slightly.

And at this moment.

A cold voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Emile, your Tomb Wolf mercenary group is getting bolder and bolder. The capital of tomorrow is not a place for you mercenaries to act recklessly."

"...Delis!" Emil looked at the heavily blocked guard in front of him. Under the black robe, his face was very ugly for a while. He didn't believe that the scene in front of him was just a coincidence. The only explanation Just fell into the trap.

Suddenly.

The figure of the young nobleman whose face was slightly green just now appeared in his mind.

Chapter 27 The person who pulled you out of the abyss

In noble districts and villas.

On the way back to the villa without any risk, Litton took another look at the small bottle of holy spring healing potion in his hand. Abnormal status and health recovery function, and being in the guard room is a bonus.

In the original main plot of "The Witch", the tomb wolf mercenary group should have been wiped out by Hilarina in one fell swoop, but because of his butterfly effect, he put her in danger.

The worldline has changed.

This is exactly what worries him the most.

Living in Bengbu, he has always been cautious, and basically develops secretly and low-key. In order to cope with the coming-of-age ceremony, he has been recovering Doris's own strength. As a result, the plot in the main story has changed. Suddenly, he thought The only possibility, the only variable, is also the trouble he inadvertently caused:

——The Black Tower.

Litton shook his head slightly.

The matter has come to this point, and the cause and effect are not important anymore. He used the current information to reversely operate a wave of tomb wolf mercenary groups. If there is no accident, they should already be surrounded by the guard room.

along the corridor.

Just happened to notice the glare of light in his room, he stopped in front of the room, pushed the door, and in the room, Doris was sitting at the table with his eyes slightly closed, as if the superior was full of The majestic golden pupils slowly opened, as if sitting on a lonely throne.

She glanced at Lytton.

The majesty in the eyes immediately subsided, from a high-ranking person sitting on a lonely throne to an elegant, beautiful and dignified noble lady, and on the bed, Hilarina was lying on the bed, her delicate pretty face was very pale , gas like gossamer, dying, a little blood overflowed from his body, staining the sheets red.

Without any further hesitation, Litton stretched out his hand and gently parted her pink lips, then poured the healing potion from the Holy Spring into the inner lips. In an instant, her pale face, which was originally seriously ill, was immediately visible to the naked eye. The degree of rosiness is slightly red, but it is still very pale, and the faint breathing sound gradually calms down, it can be seen that it should be out of danger temporarily.

Litton glanced at the small wounds on Hilarina's body, which were slowly healed under the action of the holy spring's healing potion, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He then looked at the blood-stained big snow-white bed, feeling a little overwhelmed with cleanliness in his heart. It happened.

He subconsciously wanted to change it.

But he noticed that the source of the blood was Hilarina's body. He looked back at Miss Angel and pondered for a while: "...Doris, do you want to change her clothes?"

But it was discovered that Doris was no longer in the room.

Litton had no choice but to peel off Hilarina's body completely, and then changed a sheet, and then found that this girl was still wrapped in a layer of bodice. The only advantage of the game is the good style of painting and serious Full of temptation.

Then he looked at the blood-stained bandage again. It was the bandage that had just been removed from Hilarina's abdomen. From the blood on the bandage, it could be seen that it should be an old wound. I am afraid that it was the one that held him for that night. When he was wary and murderous, he was already severely injured.

He felt a little heavy in his heart.

He didn't stay in the room anymore to take advantage of it, and he didn't have any fond memories of the dizzy Hilarina in his heart. Instead, he recalled her thoughts not long ago.

Litton gently opened the door, and came out of the corridor, a little preoccupied. From the thoughts of Hilarina tonight, he suddenly remembered that in the world of Blood Twilight, that proud Princess Her Royal Highness was not afraid at all. Standing in front of his back.

He found that he had been ignoring one thing all the time, and his thinking had entered a misunderstanding.

He has been following the development of the plot, making preparations for the future Third Princess Princess Furnell's awakening of the witch's bloodline at the coming-of-age ceremony. No one is born evil.

The same goes for witches.

Before that proud and kind princess became a witch who slaughtered the entire kingdom, did someone stand in front of her to guide her, give her a hand, and pull her out of the abyss of despair?

unconsciously.

Litton had already come out of the small courtyard. It happened to be late at night, and the slightly damp and cold air seeped into his nostrils. He stretched himself, and his whole body felt much more relaxed.

A magnetic and pleasant voice sounded in my ears: "It seems that you are in a good mood."

Litton was taken aback when he heard the words. Following the sound, he subconsciously looked aside. Doris sat quietly in the yard. The silver moon swayed on her body, as if wearing a silver dress, like a moon The fairy-like tranquility is amazing.

Litton was slightly absent-minded.

After a while, he came back to his senses, stepped forward and sat down carelessly: "It's nothing, it's just that I just figured out something, and my mood suddenly eased."

Doris took a deep look at him, clicked to the end, and didn't ask again. This made Litton, who had already prepared an excuse to explain, hold it in his throat for a while, and at the same time was a little surprised, as if he knew that he would Feel free to make excuses to prevaricate, just don't ask again.

He propped his cheeks and looked at Doris, and looked at her. A thin silver-white battle armor wrapped her delicate body. Under the cover of the battle armor, her proud and crisp breasts formed an astonishing arc. With a small waist, she wore silver and white combat boots.

Litton suddenly noticed that her silver-white combat boots seemed to be engraved with traces of magic power with structural stigmata, and his eyes could not help but be attracted to her. He pointed and asked, "Doris, can you show me your combat boots?" for a while?"

Doris thought for a while when she heard the sound, then leaned over and took off the silver boots. Litton took a look while holding them. The stigmata on the boots had been severely damaged, and the lines were very blurred. is irrecoverable.

Litton felt a little pity.

Just as he was about to return the combat boots to her, he glanced inadvertently and landed on her white bare feet, small and delicate, like a work of art, without any mud or dirt.

"Sister, are you tired after wearing combat boots for so long?"

Litton blinked his eyes, and wiped honey on his small mouth: "I am proficient in all the acupoints on the soles of the feet. You can give me your feet and massage them for you, so that you can return to your original best mental state!"

Doris frowned slightly.

It's a bit like he didn't understand the meaning of Litton's words, and there was a hint of doubt in his deep golden pupils, but Litton didn't have any expectations, he just babbled, and was about to return the boots to her. I just want to take a look at the stigmata and research above. In Deep Blue Academy, only a part of the lower-level stigmata can provide learning. The intermediate and advanced stigmata technologies are very valuable, basically none.

But it's a pity that the stigmata on the silver boots have been completely destroyed, and the lines on them can no longer be repaired. At this moment, a snow-white bare foot that is almost like a work of art gently lifted up and stretched towards him. The magnetic and pleasant voice seems to be asking: "Is this so?"

Litton suddenly missed a beat.

Chapter 28 Massaging Miss Angel

Litton stared at the bare feet as white as jade in front of him. His white and creamy calf was as slender as onions, and his five small and exquisite toes were crystal clear and plump. , he was in a daze for a moment, and then came back to his senses, he was suddenly a little distracted, and then raised his eyes, Doris sat quietly on the chair, with a trace of tranquility and laziness, mixed with deep golden pupils. The slightest urging, and the inadvertently revealed mature style made people's hearts flutter.

He swallowed subconsciously.

Some dry mouth.

Gently raised his hand to hold her ankle, as if holding a piece of fine porcelain, the contact between the skin and the skin seemed to arouse a tingling current in the nerves, and then glanced at Miss Angel, only slightly squinted He squinted his eyes, showing no displeasure or impatience.

Seeing this, Litton's heart fluttered slightly, and his behavior was a little bold. He gently stroked her bare feet, as if he was blaspheming the gods. In an instant, the silky, warm softness of the skin passed over his fingertips.

As for the acupuncture points on the soles of the feet, he really had a short period of study in his previous life. At that time, he was foolish and naive and thought that if he found a girlfriend, he would hold it in the palm of his hand and pet him every day, but he didn't expect him to be small.

Girlfriend doesn't.

Instead, it crossed over.

Litton only dared to knead lightly, for fear of breaking this work of art with a little force, he rubbed his thumb up and down the soft soles of his feet, and couldn't help but feel a little distracted for a moment. He raised his eyes to observe carefully, just in time to notice Doris' eyes fell on herself, and she frowned slightly, but then relaxed after a while.

quite a while.

Doris pulled her jade-white bare feet back from Litton's hands, put on the silver boots again, and then looked at him with a slightly deep look: "...the magic power in my body doesn't seem to have recovered at all. "

"Because this is not restoring magic power." Litton didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and then asked: "But do you feel that your body is a little lighter, and you are no longer as tired as before?"

Doris spat out two words: "No."

Lytton:  …

Litton was a little guilty for a while, he just massaged the acupoints on the soles of Miss Angel's feet to dredge Qi and blood in the body and relieve fatigue, but because he was absent-minded all the time, he didn't have much time for serious massage, instead he took advantage of it more time.

Litton immediately said sternly: "It's okay, it will take seven, seven, 49 days for my massage treatment to take effect. I will work a little harder and press it for you every day. I guarantee that when the time comes, you will be able to relax all over."

Doris gave him a meaningful glance like golden pupils who could see through emptiness.

Litton gave a cheeky dry laugh.

"Let's talk about it." Doris didn't stay in the yard anymore, and her silver-white combat boots stepped on the ground covered with blue bricks, and the crisp sound of gold and stone colliding rang in her ears, rippling in Litton's heart, and in her mind It was indelible to touch the touch of her ankle just now.

Litton reached out and rubbed his face.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Then along the corridor, he returned to his room and looked at Hilarina who was lying on the bed covered with a quilt. He was a little confused for a while, his bed was occupied, and he shook his head slightly: "That's all, that's all. I'm going to suffer a little bit."

It's not that he went to bed immediately.

Instead, he continued to construct the lower-level stigmata, which has basically become his daily work at present. He repeatedly tempered the magic power in his body to reach a limit breakthrough point as soon as possible. After a long time, he successfully completed the construction of a lower-level stigmata. Suddenly, he lay down on the bed tired and fell asleep, and when he woke up again, it was already the next day.

The dazzling sunlight swayed on the face through the window.

Litton narrowed his eyes slightly and woke up.