what!
A scream almost pierced the eardrums. Claire rolled around on the ground with her belly in her arms. The butler, with a ridiculously swollen face, stared dumbfounded at his master, who had no image, but turned over and over on the ground in a fit of spirit.
Like a snarky monkey.
"Master... your body." Before the butler could be happy, he saw Monica raised her leg again.
He immediately rushed over to protect his master, and shouted at the same time: "Madam, if you are not happy, just kick me, don't kick our master, he is in good health!"
The housekeeper, Jeff, was hoarse from crying just now, but now he yelled loudly, like a duck quacking.
But Monica didn't care about him, but lifted the butler away with one leg, and then stepped on Claire's stomach.
The latter's pain was getting worse, and the same attack came again, and the veins on his neck burst with pain.
Claire rolled on the ground for a while, and finally got up, her whole body was covered with dust, and her face could hardly be seen clearly. The gorgeous aristocratic costumes are black and messy, making him look like a beggar.
"After you have been cured, you actually pretended to be sleeping for me. You really are not polite." Monica said with a look of disgust.
Claire wiped her face and replied awkwardly: "I really didn't sleep, I thought I was dead."
As he spoke, he touched his heart, and there was no more pain there, and his throat no longer felt blocked. Although his body was still a little weak, there seemed to be a force in his heart that was swimming towards his limbs, very Comfortable.
This is completely different from the previous weakness that seemed to fall into an invisible abyss.
Then he raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him, with an arrogance and arrogance amidst her beauty, he suddenly felt a wave of heat in his heart, mixed with the pain in his abdomen that had not completely disappeared, like The hot pepper was put in the boiling oil pan, and it was hot and painful.
"Ma'am, who are you?" Claire gave a very elegant aristocratic salute, staring at Monica's face and asked, "May I know your beautiful name?"
"Selia." Monica said in a calm tone, "If you beat the enemy away, it will be 50 gold coins. If you save your life, it will be 50 gold coins. There are 100 gold coins in total. Are you willing to pay?" .”
"Yes, yes." Claire nodded like a pug's tail: "Madam, if you can move to my manor, I will present the gold coins immediately."
"Are you an idiot?" Monica's face was full of disgust: "You actually invited an unmarried woman into your manor at night, do you have ulterior motives?"
"No." Claire waved her hands nervously, "I have absolutely no bad intentions, I just..."
Monica said, "Send someone to our church tomorrow and just bring the money."
After speaking, Monica drifted away.
After Monica's beautiful back disappeared into the night, the butler Jeff hugged Claire's leg and cried again.
And Claire stared at the place where Monica disappeared, and after a while he asked intoxicatedly: "Jeff, don't you feel that this Ms. Monica is completely different from other women. There is something about her." A lively and independent temperament. It's so beautiful."
Jeff opened his mouth wide: "Young master, I just think she is a female devil."
"You don't understand, Jeff."
Monica returned to the church and saw that the lights in Beta's room had been turned off. She pushed open the door without hesitation and broke in.
Beta sat up from the bed, flicked her fingers, and pointed out a ball of magic light: "It's so late, you ran into a man's room, it's not good."
Monica snorted indifferently: "I am here, you can do whatever you want, and I will never resist."
Beta wrinkled his face. There was nothing he could do about this kind of woman who didn't take her body seriously.
"Oh, what's the matter with you then?"
Monica sat down on the edge of Beta's bed: "That little white-faced noble looks useless, like an idiot."
Beta smiled: "Maybe it's true that your ability is not as good as yours, but he persisted under Billy's pressure for several years. Besides, when he took over the family, he was only thirteen years old, so we can't demand too much from him. "
Monica thought for a while, and felt that it made sense: "You are quite right."
"But it's the first time I've seen you not pretending in front of outsiders." Beta laughed.
"Are you following me?" Monica was not angry but happy: "Are you worried about my safety? I didn't expect that you are also the type of duplicity."
"No, I just let my magic pet keep monitoring that area from above."
Monica snorted and left Beta's room.
She was still upset just now. Beta asked her to save the little boyish Marquis, but when she invited Beta to go with her and said she hoped he could protect her, Beta actually replied like that!
"You can kill them all by yourself, what am I going to do?"
That's why Monica saw that Claire was upset, and then vented his anger on him.
But now that she knew that Beta had always sent a magic pet to follow her, her mood immediately brightened.
In Billy's study. After listening to his subordinate's report, he waved his legs, and then sat quietly thinking about the problem.
All the soldiers he sent out were really dead, and none of them came back. No one even knew who killed them, nor could their bodies be found.
But he knew one thing, Claire's illness was cured, and now the entire Marquis Manor was celebrating, and some well-informed nobles joined the celebration banquet.
The cage he had laid out for five years was forcefully pried open a gap.
In the Northwest Region, the only ones who can do this and dare to do so are the new Archbishop Celia and her subordinate, the very annoying little boy.
He sat quietly in the chair all night, and when he got up the next day, he said to the housekeeper, "Get the carriage ready and go to the Northwest Church."
And at the North County Chapel, Claire came early with his subordinates. He asked someone to put a heavy wooden box on the ground, and then said to Monica: "Ms. Celia, this is my Zhenfei. There is also a small gift inside, I hope you can accept it."
After speaking, Claire asked to open the box. In addition to a hundred iron and gold coins, there were also some orb jewelry. Of course, it was just ordinary jewelry, not magic equipment.
Monica is in a good mood now. She picked out the jewelry and threw it back to Claire. She only took the hundred gold coins: "Yes, I am mine. If it is not mine, I don't want it either. Okay, gold coins I received it, do you have anything else to do?"
Claire stared blankly at Monica's beautiful face. Hearing this, she seemed to wake up from a dream. She trembled and said, "That lady, have you..."
Claire wanted to ask if the goddess in his mind was married, but at this time another carriage stopped at the door of the church, and Billy, who was tall, strong and had a masculine appearance, jumped out.
"Billy!"
Seeing the enemy, Claire's gentle eyes became sharper.
"Haha, Marquis Claire, long time no see." Billy stepped forward and said happily, "I heard that you have recovered from your illness. It's really a celebration."
"Baron Billy, according to your status, you should salute me." Claire said calmly.
Billy slapped himself on the forehead, and smiled boldly: "Sorry, sorry, I was so happy to hear that you were cured, and I forgot the etiquette for a while. You also know that I am a rough person, sorry, I will immediately Just make it up."
Billy, who was smiling happily, bent down to the end, and performed the etiquette for a subordinate to meet his boss. After finishing the line, he smiled without any grievances, as if what he did was a matter of course, rather than being embarrassed by others.
Claire's face was a little ugly, he knew that he had lost this invisible contest, he seemed immodest, unreasonable and unforgiving.
Such a dandy image will definitely make Ms. Celia look down upon her.
Thinking of this, he turned his gaze to Monica.
At this moment, Monica turned her head and asked, "Count Billy, what are you doing here today?"
"My mother is not in good health. I heard that you cured Marquis Claire, ma'am, so I want you to take a look at my mother."
Monica said, "Then let your mother come over."
"She is not in good health, so she can't come here. Even riding in a carriage will feel pain all over her body."
Monica frowned. Now that the two sides are confronting each other, idiots will go to the other party's house. If they are really ambushed, it will definitely be called every day and every day.
In fact, Monica is quite confident in her own strength, but she doesn't want to reveal too much.
"Ma'am, I hope you can take pity on my mother, she really can't stand the bumps of the carriage."
Monica's brows furrowed deeper.
Claire watched from Yishe, feeling a little heartbroken, and was about to scold Billy, when suddenly a magnetic voice came from beside him.
"You can't sit in a carriage, you can learn from your mother."
The three of them followed the voice and looked over, with different expressions on their faces.
Monica was happy, Billy was dull, and Claire was a little apprehensive.
Because Beta is handsome, good-looking, and young, Claire subconsciously regards him as a competitor.
Billy's calm face instantly turned into a smile again: "My mercenary friend, we are discussing matters among the nobles. Logically speaking, you shouldn't express your opinion. It will make your master lose face." , will be misunderstood by others and don’t know how to teach servants.”
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Claire felt relieved.
Beta came over and said with a smile: "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."