In Stanlow, once women lose men's asylum, the results can be miserable. Brigitte was beautiful, tall and plump. She felt that if she took the initiative, she would at least make an impression in front of her new husband.

There is a bed for rest in the study, which is naturally much smaller than the bed in the bedroom, but small has a small benefit. The smaller it is, the easier it is for two people to squeeze together, and naturally it is easy to happen.

In the darkness, Brigitte could dimly see a human figure on the bed, she felt it, and then felt a burst of hot temperature coming from the side, and at the same time there was a reassuring masculinity.

She was stubborn and was trying to take the initiative to do something, but she felt a little sleepy, and then she fell asleep.

When she woke up, she found she was back on the big bed in the bedroom.

what happened? Dreamed?

Brigitte was a little surprised. She got up and brought warm water and towels to the waiting servant outside. When she was washing, she suddenly heard the servant speaking next to her.

"Ma'am, New Master is waiting for you in the living room below. He said he would let you down for breakfast."

What ... After a brief shock, Brigitte quickly turned her face first, then combed her hair in front of the bronze mirror, and put on a very close dress.

This long dress is worn in winter. Fortunately, there is a fireplace in the room, the temperature is much higher than the outside, and the women in the north are generally cold-resistant, so she just feels a little cold, not difficult to bear.

Compared with this coldness, the new husband Beta is more important to himself.

After Brigitte got dressed, she took a deep breath and walked up the stairs.

In the living room on the first floor, the fireplace was burning hot, and the temperature was a little higher than on the second floor, which made Brigitte even more comfortable.

Sitting in the living room is a young man, handsome and elegant, which fascinates most women.

Brigitte sat down in front of Beta with a low eyebrow. She wanted to speak, but didn't know how to speak.

"Eat first, otherwise it won't taste good when it's cold."

Stanlow's woman was beautiful with meekness and hard work, and Brigitte nodded, slowly eating the breakfast in front of her. She found that today's breakfast is particularly delicious, a type of pasta she has not eaten.

When she finished eating, she heard the opposite man say: "You're Brigitte, right, I killed your husband, do you hate me?"

Brigitte looked up and stared at Beta: "I used to hate ... but now you are my husband."

Beta frowned, this woman made her fate so soon?

He didn't know much about the customs of the Stanlow kingdom. If it was according to the customs of the Kingdom of Hollevan, most women would not be blamed for killing their husbands. That's so good to talk about.

"If you want to leave, I can give you a lot of money. As long as you don't spend a lot of money, there is no problem in a lifetime." Beta stared at each other's eyes and said seriously: "Although I don't regret killing Abraham, I don't think There is nothing wrong with killing him. After all, it is a religious conflict, but I have to say that you have suffered no ills. I did kill your man. You have reason to hate me, but I will not say any nonsense that you will handle. So it will only give you proper compensation. "

But Brigitte shook her head and smiled bitterly: "In Stanlow, it is normal for men and men to fight each other. When I married him, I was already prepared today. I can see that you I ’m a foreigner, so I do n’t know much about our customs. It ’s normal for us women to be exchanged. If it was another man, I would have pressed me in bed, and only you would respect me. . "

Brigitte was thorough and straightforward. Beta thought for a while, and said, "Then you stay here first, externally, you are my wife, but rest assured, I will do it manually against you, and there is a small vault on the third floor with some gold coins in it. , You dispose at will, that is the legacy left to you by taking office. "

Abraham would not leave me any legacy, and he was usually not willing to spend money on me. Brigitte whispered in her heart, and she noticed that there was a difference between the two.

"Then can I go out?" Brigitte asked expectantly. "I've been at home for a few days now, and I'm a bit bored."

"There is no problem in going out freely." Beta nodded: "But are you sure it's safe? After all, Abraham should have relatives and friends, or worship the Vulcan **** will also look at me unpleasantly, if they kidnap you, use you Come and threaten me ... To be honest, I wouldn't care. "

"That's all right." Brigid felt that the new husband who spoke so frankly was really good, and Biabraham didn't know how much better: "If I were really abducted, you don't need to pay attention to me, lord. There are few men in our country Care about women ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ It doesn't matter. "

Really a country with distorted values ​​... Beta suddenly felt that the teachings of the Vol'jin Temple might spread much slower here. After all, the teachings of the Temple of Workin now provide a very high level of protection for his wife's status, and the custom of treating wives like serving goods here seems to be ingrained. It must be an obstacle to the spread of new teachings.

But it doesn't matter. If missionary can be so smooth, then the deities such as the Storm God and the Temple of Life will be on an equal footing with the Light God.

After a few chats, Beta left ‘home’ and headed east of the city. He wanted to find a caliph for something.

But halfway through, he was suddenly attacked.

It happened to be an unmanned street, and more than twenty men in black suddenly jumped off from the roof next to him. The other party stood high and fast. If it was a normal caster, in a hurry, most of them would suffer, but Beta was It's Mo Wu Shuang Xiu.

After nearly five minutes of slaughter, Beta killed all enemies.

These enemies were very resilient, and even when they fell into a clear downwind, they did not retreat until they battled to death.

Obviously it was a dead man ... Beta looked at the enemy's face and weapons, but did not see any clues, but he also guessed who had made his hand.

Needless to say, Jiucheng is the handwriting of worshiping the Temple of Fire, and Beta also suspects that there are other forces participating behind the scenes. It is very likely that there is a city side.

The art of balance, Beta, had played before when he was the master of the city, nothing new.

Beta wiped off her face, and the **** **** on her body ... That's all for the ice and snow. Even if the body is cleansed with blood, as long as it freezes, it will fall off with a shake, there is no need to change the wash.

When Beta found the caliph, he seemed to be in a little trouble.