Is the Evil God Me?

What does the rich man's afternoon tea look like?

It is a mirror-like marble, under the hall with a dazzling array of luxurious crystal chandeliers, and the super long table is full of gorgeous refreshments. It is still in the garden room with the fragrance curling, and you can sip leisurely with only this set of tea sets in hand.

After seeing the financial symbol of Earl Emiste, Lynn couldn't help but develop a strong curiosity about her afternoon tea.

How luxurious her afternoon tea will be.

The private estate of the Countess covers a huge area, and it looked like a farm from a distance before, but under the leadership of the steward, when walking through the tall and straight trees, there is even an illusion of whether this place is the story of The Wizard of Oz. .

From the well-manicured condition of the wide woodlands and lawns, Lynn judged that there may be no less than fifty people dedicated to the role of gardener in this huge private estate. The servants and servants live here, as if they are isolated from the world, unlike the tight regulatory atmosphere of the [Steam City].

Lord.

The word popped out of Lynn's head in an instant. Emiste Russell was playing the role of a female lord here. She seemed to reminisce a bit of the prosperous era of the old aristocracy in the past. People here feel that no matter what The rhythm and the breath of life have been out of touch with the outside world, and it is very comfortable and peaceful to stay in the past time without being disturbed.

The servants and maids who met on the road would take off their hats and bow their heads in salute when they saw the steward, and all gave way.

Both the steward and Yefne naturally accepted the respect expressed by such inferior people.

Lynn looked at these humble servants who were staring at their toes, and could see from their expressions that they were genuinely respectful rather than flattering.

Indeed, compared to the vast majority of people in the [Steam Capital], they are too lucky.

In times of war, it was no different from heaven.

After walking for a full 20 minutes, walking through the soft and delicate grass, and passing through the towering trees as neat as soldiers, when Lynn wondered if he was about to leave this private manor, a picture of birds chirping and flowers, bees and butterflies were flying. The beauty of the flower field bypassed the fence in front of their eyes.

The gorgeous beauty, which looked like a mother's care, touched Lynn in an instant.

Looking at this flower field, he only felt that something was blocking his chest. He wanted to describe the touch, but it was difficult to describe, as if his brain was stuck and his mouth lost its original function.

The rhythm of [Spring] whispered in Lynn's ear. This was an inhuman voice that only he could barely hear through the Black Holy Grail.

"You two, please wait a moment, Madam is in the garden, allow me to go in and give an explanation first."

The steward politely asked the two of them to stop at the gate of the garden, but he turned around and walked into the flower field. He could vaguely see a figure sitting at the central flower pavilion in the flower field.

"It's beautiful." Yephne turned around and gave Lynn a slight push.

"Beautiful."

Suddenly returning to God, Lynn couldn't help but nod his head. He had only seen such a scene in novels, especially from a distance.

"This flower field also exists in the astral world. It is a rare natural convalescent place. Ordinary people can live here for a long time to be healthy and have a beautiful body. When she photographed this land, she spent a whole year for the property under her name. Income plus a lot of rarities, this is why she can always maintain her youth."

Yefne introduced it. Lynn had never heard of such an unimaginable transaction. It must have been a long time ago.

"It's so enviable."

Lin En said with emotion that although he still doesn't know the function of this fairyland flower field, judging from the instinctive throbbing of the Black Holy Grail's desire, this place is definitely of great benefit to him. Qualified to listen to read.

Instinct doesn't lie.

Yefne looked at Lynn's longing look. Of course, she understood that the half Sequence 9 that was the basis of [Spring], Lynn would instinctively yearn for this place. Because of this, she can't say anything else. The [Lamp Holder] branch also has a similar venue, but it is a venue for the Extraordinary who are based on the [Furnace]. Lin En is the basic [Spring]. Uncomfortable, [Spring] and [Stove] are very difficult to be compatible.

You can't order Lynn not to come here, can you?

I was afraid that my subordinates would be abducted by the countess, so I couldn't use this unreasonable method.

The steward reported to the countess at the flower pavilion, then leaned over and waited. The countess waved his hand and he returned respectfully. Back to the entrance and exit, the steward raised his hand to them.

"Two, Lord Count summoned."

'We will meet again, Your Excellency. ’

Lynn stepped into the flower field, as if he was caught in the sea of ​​flowers, and there seemed to be a beautiful dream hidden under their swaying posture. Just following behind the leader Yefni, Lynn walked gently to the flower pavilion.

In the hollowed-out building where Xi Yan is clinging to, the countess, dressed in a long white silk dress and an elegant wide-brimmed hat, is waiting for them with a cup of honey tea, and Amiste, dressed in pure white and sitting among the flowers, looks like A fairy, her squinting eyes showed a strong smile when her graceful eyes fell on Lynn.

"Please take a seat."

The countess behaved gracefully and pointed to the vacant seat next to Lynn and Yefne.

The afternoon tea that this charming and beautiful mature woman is enjoying~www.wuxiamtl.com~ is unexpectedly simple, simple homemade honey tea, flower cakes on the cake stand. Lynn's nose twitched slightly, and he probably understood where the countess's body fragrance came from.

"I heard that the two of you are here because of the official business of the [Suppression Bureau]. Is there anything I can help you with?"

As an Extraordinary lover, Emister, in addition to the Extraordinary hired by herself, is inevitably useful in the [Suppression Bureau], such as the exploration and hunting of spiritual creatures, or the exploration of certain ruins. Maintaining a good relationship with the [Suppression Bureau] actually brought a return far beyond her monthly fixed-point investment.

Now that Yefne came to ask for help, of course she had no reason to refuse.

"Lynn, tell me."

Yefni did not hesitate to leave the clerical-related work to Lynn. When she found out that her subordinates had a certain talent, she had to use it well. Yefni always remembered this sentence.

"It's like this..."

Lynn coughed lightly and started with this sentence, and then explained in a very brief manner that he needed to consult about the extraordinary profession based on the sexuality of [Xi] and [Ji] because of a case. He chose to focus on the description of the document that would not leak information, which made Yefni nod slightly.

"It's a small matter. I'm thirsty. Let's have a cup of tea first."

With charming eyes, the countess handed a cup of nectar tea to Lynn. Lynn, who happened to have a dry mouth, quickly thanked him, and froze when he took a sip from the teacup.

Why is there a faint lipstick on the rim of the teacup?

Lynn looked at the countess subconsciously, her talking eyes blinked, and Yefne seemed to have noticed something looking at Lynn.

At this moment, Lynn couldn't help swallowing.