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Some people in the barrage think that being a mistress is very simple, as long as you are beautiful and in good shape, you just need to lie on the bed with one leg.

But in a feudal society like Azeroth, being a mistress to a noble is not so simple.

Under the protection of the laws of various countries, the monogamy system has never changed since ancient times. The wife married by Ming media has a high status in the family, and the children born have the right to inherit the family property as a matter of course.

But as the saying goes, there are policies above, and countermeasures below.

The law does stipulate that anyone, including the king, is not allowed to remarry, but outside the legal protection of marriage, there are still countless wild bees and butterflies who can't help but secretly have sex, regardless of gender.

The corruption and chaos of the noble circles of Quel'Thalas is not an exception, and the noble circles of the Seven Kingdoms of Humanity are not much better.

However, because the standard of living is not as high as Quel'Thalas, which is extremely wealthy, and limited by conditions, other countries are relatively low-key.

Like Blackmoore, who owns an independent territory and has real power on one side of the border, some commoner women who want to cling to the powerful recommend themselves as pillows.

Taretha is just one of the more favored mistresses among Blackmoore's many mistresses. Due to the power struggle in the "harem", she will naturally be excluded by other women.

Taressa has no interest in these frivolous affairs, nor does she intend to compete for Blackmoore's favor, and has always been very Buddhist.

Lured by those alluring sluts, Blackmoore, who had passed the fresh period, gradually forgot Taresa, and let her live alone in a corner of the castle.

Taressa had no objection to this, instead she was happy to be at leisure. Blackmore would not send someone to summon her, so she would have more time and opportunity to slip out to see Thrall.

Squeezed by other mistresses, Taresa's residence was moved to an unoccupied corner on the second floor of the castle, which happened to be convenient for Sharlayan to sneak in.

Since she often met with Thrall secretly, it was inevitable that Thalesa's body would be stained with Thrall's aura.

Sharlayan in the cheetah form has a very keen sense of smell. After activating his hunting instinct, he quickly found Taressa's position. He quietly avoided the drowsy guards and came to the door of Taresa's room. .

It is ironic to say that the outer city wall of Dunholde Castle is very heavily defended, and the city wall is full of capable mercenaries, always monitoring the movement outside the city.

But after entering Blackmoore Castle, the defense was relaxed instead.

Because the guards here are all Blackmoore's private soldiers, they have been pampered and enjoying the life of noble dogs with Blackmoore.

In addition to the quality of equipment, these soldiers cannot compare with the mercenaries who have been licking blood for a long time in terms of quality.

Through the crack at the lower edge of the wooden door, Sharlayan could vaguely see the flickering candlelight in the room.

After all, she was also Blackmoore's woman. Although she had been squeezed out by her "colleagues", Taresa's quality of life was still not compromised.

Ordinary civilians are reluctant to light candles at night. Most of them prepare to go to bed as soon as night falls, and get up early to work before dawn the next day.

After lingering at Thrall's side for a while, it was past 11 midnight when Sarlayan came to Taresa's door.

Due to the lack of rich entertainment activities like the different world where the barrage is located, people in this era usually go to bed very early. Salayan was a little curious about what Taresa was doing in the room so late.

The black panther's orange-yellow sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, and after confirming that no one came to this corner, he released his stealth and turned back into a human form.

"唰~"

The door in front of him had no meaning to Sharlayan. A simple flash technique passed through the door, and teleported into Taressa's room without destroying the door.

The layout of Taresa's room is very simple, except for a large bookshelf filled with various books, there is no extra furniture, only a bed, a desk and two chairs, not even a dressing table.

At this moment, Taresa was reading with her back to the door by the light of the candle on the table.

As the servant daughter of the Blackmoore family, Taresa had no cultural education when she was a child, and she knew very few words.

Rather than saying that she is reading, it is better to say that she is struggling to identify the name of the book.

[So, are you looking for a suitable book for Thrall? 】

[No wonder Thrall, who was born as a gladiator, is so knowledgeable. It turns out that Taresa is providing him with a reserve of knowledge. 】

[This kind of capable sister, please give me one too. 】

[The ability you said... is it serious? 】

Salayan couldn't help rolling his eyes at the ridicule floating across the barrage.

It has to be said that he also feels a little bit moved by the meticulous care of this kind human girl for Thrall who is not related by blood.

"cough~"

Sharlayan coughed lightly, reminding Taresa of a visitor.

"meaning!"

Taresa never expected that there would be a second person inside the closed door, and she trembled from the sudden voice behind her.

Looking back tremblingly, Taressa, who was still shrouded in light just now, couldn't see clearly the appearance of Sharlayan who was still standing in the shadows. She could only vaguely see a tall figure.

"You... who are you? What do you want to do?"

The corruption of aristocratic life is not just talk.

Most of Blackmoore's mistresses had families of their own, and even their husbands knew that their wives were having affairs with the lord.

But because of the iron-clad class gap in feudal society, those men can only turn a blind eye to this kind of thing, and some are even happy to see it succeed, using this relationship to try to narrow the relationship with the lord .

Taresa is different from those coquettish **** who are as good as they can be. Most of her thoughts are on Sal, who is like her own brother, and she doesn't have so many extravagances.

Blackmoore was her first man, and so far her only one.

Living in an aristocratic circle, Taresa will inevitably receive some dirty information even if she doesn't want to.

In the middle of the night, a man sneaked into her home, and Taresa couldn't help but think about it.

She subconsciously pulled the skirt of her chest closer, and tremblingly threatened Sharlayan in a non-lethal tone: "You...don't mess around, I am Lord Blackmoore's woman, if you let him know you If you dare to attack me, he...he will definitely..."

"Oh~"

Sharlayan laughed at the unthreatening stare of the little white rabbit.

In order to avoid unnecessary troubles, Sharlayan took the initiative to step out of the shadows and enter the range illuminated by the candlelight.

"Don't be nervous, Miss Foxton, I'm Sal's...friend, and I mean no harm to you."

When talking about the relationship with Thrall, Sarlayan paused for a moment, and finally chose the more versatile word "friend".

"Sal?"

Hearing Thrall's name, Taressa, who put on a pitiful self-defense posture, suddenly changed her attitude, and obviously let go of her guard.

Sharlayan was a little helpless to complain about this: "You are too easy to deceive..."

Fortunately, Salayan did not have any malice towards this innocent little white rabbit... One thing to say, her pure and unaffected temperament is indeed easy to arouse people's desire for protection...or perverted desire for destruction.

Coupled with the fact that Taresa's body is very healthy, and her appearance can score 85 points among humans, it's no wonder that Blackmoore will force her to occupy her.

But for Sharlayan, who is used to seeing beauties with a score of 95, Taresa's attractiveness is just like that, and she will not be easily "charmed" by her.

"Please keep silent and let me make a long story short."

After all, this was the core area under Blackmoore's jurisdiction, and Sharlayan couldn't stay in the castle for too long.

He told Taresa as briefly as possible about Sal's plan to take the Foxton family out of Dunholde~lightnovelpub.net~ Is that so..." Taresa's expression was a bit complicated: " Sure enough, Thrall still decided to leave here to explore his true life experience. "

Sarlayan frowned slightly: "Miss Foxton, listening to you... it seems that you don't plan to leave with Sal?"

Taresa smiled and nodded: "I am different from Thrall who is eager to pursue his life experience. This is my home."

"My parents have long been used to serving the lord, and they are very honored that the lord is willing to accept me. I don't think they will leave with Thrall, or even..."

Taressa sighed lightly: "Once my parents know about Thrall's plan, they will definitely inform the lord immediately."

"This…"

Sharlayan rubbed his brows with some headaches: 'Slavery is too heavy. '

This is the normal state of domestic servants in this era. Compared with commoners who are hungry and full, slaves of nobles can at least have enough to eat.

People who have experienced hard times will cherish everything now even more, and even send active daughters to please the lord, just to keep the hard-won good life of their own family.

"Unfortunately."

Sharlayan mercilessly punctured the fantasy of the Foxton family.

"Whether you want to leave Dunholde Castle or not, Blackmoore's death is inevitable."

"If you don't want to be involved in the post-war liquidation of the Alterac Kingdom...Miss Foxton, you'd better convince the elders to think carefully before making a decision."