what!

A scream almost pierced the eardrum. Claire rolled around on the ground holding his belly. The steward had a ridiculous **** and looked stunned at his owner's image, but turned around on the ground with anger.

Like a spitting monkey.

"Master ... your body." The steward hadn't had time to be happy before seeing Monica raise her leg again.

He immediately rushed over, protecting his master underneath, and shouted, "Ma'am, if you are not happy, kick me, don't kick our master, he is just right!"

The steward Jeff just cried so much that his voice was dumb, and now he yelled, it was hard to hear, like a duck crying.

But Monica didn't care about him, but instead kicked the housekeeper on one leg, and then stepped on Claire's stomach again.

The latter's pain was going down a bit, and the same attack again, the blue tendons on the neck were sore.

Claire rolled on the ground for a while, and finally managed to get up, the whole body was stained with dust, and his face was almost invisible. Gorgeous aristocratic clothing was black and messy, and looked like a beggar.

"Cure your illness and you pretend to sleep for me, you really don't understand politeness." Monica said with a look of disgust.

Claire wiped her face and replied awkwardly: "I didn't really sleep, I thought I was dead."

As he talked, he felt his heart, there was no more pain there, and his throat no longer felt blocked. Although he was still weak, he seemed to have a strength in his heart, swimming toward his limbs, very Comfortable.

This is completely different from the weakness that seemed to fall into the invisible abyss.

Then he looked up at the woman in front of him, with a glorious temperament in his beauty. He immediately felt a heat wave in his heart, mixed with the pain in his abdomen that had not completely disappeared, like The boiling saucepan was peppered, and it hurt hotly.

"Excuse me, are you?" Claire greeted Monica's face in a very elegant aristocratic manner, and asked, "Can I know your beautiful name?"

"Selia." Monica said calmly: "Help you run away the enemy count 50 gold coins, save your life, also 50 gold coins, a total of 100 gold coins, you are willing to pay . "

"Yes, yes." Claire's head was the same as that of the pug's tail. "Madam, if you can move to my manor, I will donate the gold coins right away."

"Are you idiot?" Monica's face was full of disapproval: "You actually invited an unmarried woman to enter your manor at night, ulterior motives?"

"No, no," Claire said nervously, waving her hands again and again: "I have absolutely no bad intentions, I just ..."

Monica said: "Send someone to our church tomorrow and bring the money over."

After speaking, Monica drifted away.

After Monica's beautiful back disappeared into the night, butler Jeff held Claire's legs and burst into tears again.

Claire watched the place where Monica disappeared for a while, and then asked intoxicatedly: "Jeff, don't you think that this Ms. Monica is completely different from other women. On her body, there is a The lively and independent temperament. It is too beautiful. "

Jeff opened his mouth wide. "Young Master, I think she's just a demon."

"You don't understand, Jeff."

Monica returned to the church and saw that Beta's room had gone out. She pushed the door open and broke in.

Beta sat up from the bed, flicked her fingers, and pointed out a ball of magic light: "It's too late, you run into a man's room, it's not good."

Monica snorted indifferently: "I'm here, you can do whatever you want, and I definitely don't resist it."

Beta frowned, and he couldn't do anything about a woman who didn't look at her body at all.

"Well, do you have anything?"

Monica sat down beside Beta's bed. "That little white-faced aristocrat doesn't seem to be of much use, like an idiot."

Beta smiled: "The ability may indeed be inferior to you, but what he said persisted for a few years under the suppression of Billy. Moreover, when he took over the family, he was only thirteen years old and could not be too demanding of him. "

Monica thought for a while, and thought it made sense: "You're right."

"But it's the first time I've seen you pretend in front of outsiders." Beta smiled.

"You follow me?" Monica didn't anger and rejoice: "Are you worried about my safety? I didn't expect that you, too, were righteous."

"No, I just let my magic pet keep monitoring the area from above."

Monica snorted and left Beta's room.

She was still upset just now. Beta asked her to rescue the little white-faced marquis, but she invited Beta to go with him, saying that when he hoped that he could protect himself, Beta answered that!

"You can kill them all by yourself. What shall I do?"

That's why Monica looked at the claire's upset and vented his anger on him.

But now knowing that Beta had been sending her magic pets to follow her, her mood immediately became brighter.

In Billy's study. After listening to his report, he waved his leg and then sat quietly thinking about the problem.

The dead men he sent out were really all dead, and none came back. No one even knew who killed them and could not find their bodies.

But he knew that Claire was ill, and now the entire Marquis Manor is celebrating, and some well-known nobles have joined the celebration banquet.

After laying a cage for five years, he was forced to open a gap by brute force.

In the Northwest, the only thing that can do this is the new Archbishop Celia and the little white face she hates at first sight.

He sat quietly in a chair all night, and when the next day he got up and said to the housekeeper, "Get ready for the carriage and go to the northwest church."

In the North County Chapel, Claire came early with his subordinates. He asked someone to put a heavy wooden box on the ground and said to Monica: "Ms. Celia, this is my treasure. There is also a small gift inside, I hope you can accept it."

After speaking, Claire asked to open the box. In addition to the one hundred iron gold coins, there were some orb jewelry. Of course, it was just ordinary jewelry, not magic equipment.

Monica is in a good mood now. She picked out the jewellery and threw it back to Claire. She only took the one hundred gold coins: "Yes, I am mine, and I am not mine, nor do I want them. Well, gold coins I received it. Do you have anything else? "

Claire stared at Monica's beautiful face stupidly, and when she heard it, she seemed to wake up from her dream and shook her body before she said, "That lady, do you ..."

Claire wanted to ask if the goddess in her mind was married, but at this time a carriage stopped at the church door, tall and strong, and Billy with a masculine appearance jumped down.

"Billy!"

Seeing the enemy, Claire's mild eyes sharpened.

"Haha, Marquis Clare, it's been a long time." Billy stepped forward and said happily, "I heard that your illness is cured, it is really something to celebrate."

"Baron Billy, according to your status, you should salute me," Claire said indifferently.

When Billy patted his brain, he smiled boldly: "Sorry, sorry, I am very happy to hear that you are ill, I forgot the etiquette for a while. You also know that I am a rough man, sorry, I immediately Just make up. "

Billy, who smiled happily, bent down to the bottom, and generously performed the etiquette of a subordinate to see his boss. After the trip, I smiled innocently again, as if I was doing something right, not being embarrassed.

Claire's face was a bit ugly. He knew that this time the invisible contest had lost him, and seemed to have no temperament.

Such a sloppy image will definitely make Ms. Celia despise.

Thinking about it that way, he turned his eyes to Monica.

At this moment Monica turned her head and asked, "Count Billy, are you here today, is there anything wrong?"

"My mother is not well. I heard that you have cured the Marquis of Clare, and I would like to ask you to help my mother see it."

Monica said, "Let your mother come over then."

"She's not well and can't come over. Even riding a carriage feels pain all over her body."

Monica frowned. Now when the two sides are confronted, the idiot will go to the other's home. In the event of an ambush, it should definitely be called day by day, and the ground should not be called.

In fact, Monica is quite confident in her strength, but she doesn't want to reveal too much.

"I hope you can show my mother's mercy. She can't stand the bumps of the carriage."

Monica's eyebrows were deeper.

Claire looked at the club and felt some heartache. He was about to sip a wave of Billy ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ but a sudden magnetic voice came from beside him.

"You can't ride a carriage, you can learn your mother."

The three looked at each other by sound, and their faces were all different.

Monica was happy, Billy was bland, and Claire was a little daunted.

Because Beta was handsome, good-tempered, and young, Claire subconsciously regarded him as a competitor.

For a moment, Billy's face calmed down, and he smiled again: "This mercenary friend, we are discussing among nobles. It stands to reason that you should not express opinions, this will make your master very faceless. , Will be misunderstood and do not know how to teach others. "

Off?

Claire felt relieved.

Beta came over and smiled, "But the problem is that Celia doesn't mind at all. The master doesn't mind, so you don't have to think too much." Noble coat of arms