"A person who kills without blood should not only have a sharp sword, but also have beauty."
——Elise
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He sent Tonya back to her room, and when she fell asleep and came out to pass through the corridor, Aslan saw Mrs. Soleana standing quietly by the window, praying carefully.
He walked over and heard some whispers:
I love you deeply.
Holding it in the palm of your hand is like caring for a bud.
The sun sets its rays on you.
I watched quietly in the soft dusk.
You seem to be soaring in the distant sky.
Like a hunting eagle.
I bow my head humbly, not knowing if I really understand you.
I only know that my life will be bathed in endless grace because of you!
At this moment, fish belly white has appeared in the east, and the huge manor is completely silent. Soleana is holding the "Rosary" in her hands and praying slowly, easing the uneasiness in her heart, and sighing at her luck.
It seems that every priest of the Black Rose likes purple, and Soleanna also likes it. Her white fingers are quietly stroking the cover of the book, the lavender curtains are caressing her hair, and light shines through the glass.
The window fell on the black floor, and she could roughly see her own shadow when she lowered her head.
The oval brass wall clock made a mechanical sound of dripping towers. She collected the poems in her hands and turned around. There were gilded copper bars on the carved window bars, with velvet rope knots swinging in the breeze.
Swinging like her mood at the moment.
She had prayed back and forth from the collection of poems in her hand many times, but still could not calm herself down. She subconsciously leaned against the window sill, her body swaying out of the elegant scenery.
She always maintained her elegant look, even now she was worried about Cassiopeia's future.
Holding the book of poems in hand, she couldn't help but think of what happened when her three children were young, and recalled the differences between Aslan and her two daughters.
Little Caterina jumped up and down in the trees like a monkey with a dagger, shouting that she was the most suitable person to take charge of the power of the Du Couture family, and then fought for the glory of Noxus.
During the fight, Cassiopeia timidly followed behind her with her mouth full of cakes, while Aslan, a child, held a book and watched quietly, a bit like an adult.
Soleana smiled subconsciously when she thought of this, and felt the figure approaching from behind. Before she could turn around, she heard a reassuring voice.
"It's almost dawn, ma'am, do you need a nap?"
Aslan stepped forward and took the "Rosary" held in Soleanna's hand and put it on the triangular high chair aside. The temperature difference in Noxus at dawn was a bit large, and he felt it very clearly.
There was a chill rising in the room.
He walked over and turned on the switch on the fireplace. The charcoal in the black marble hearth quickly burned under the mana flame. He pinched a little spice and sprinkled it in. Soon there was an elegant and refreshing fragrance lingering in the room.
Create a comfortable and warm environment.
Soleanna sat on the bench and watched Aslan busy. She leaned back on the chair, her eyes rippling like water.
This child is much more sensible than both Caterina and Cassiopeia.
The sun slowly climbed up from the window sill, and the light slowly slanted into the room from the glass window. The various furniture in the warm-smelling room immediately cast shadows. Aslan spoke, taking off the woolen cloak from the hanger, and covering it up.
He took hold of Soleana Run's soft and mature body and let her lean on his shoulder.
"No, I'm not as weak as you think."
Soleanna originally wanted to raise her hand to touch Aslan's face as before, but suddenly she felt that such an action was a bit too doting for a grown-up child. She stopped her hand with a slightly warm face, but because of this
And the mood stabilized.
She was only momentarily confused by what happened to Cassiopeia. Now that she calmed down, the outline and order of many things became clear in her mind.
"It would be my biggest rudeness to trouble you. Let me take care of Cassiopeia's matter." Aslan looked at Soleanna with gentle eyes, and grabbed her hand that she had lowered.
He stood up and put it on his face, "After all, we grew up together, you can at least let me help you appropriately."
The corners of Soleanna's mouth moved, but she couldn't say anything. She felt that the child's fiery gaze penetrated her like a sword straight into her heart. A blush spread from her swan-white neck. She felt that she
His face became even hotter.
Although she felt a little shy, she quickly suppressed this inappropriate emotion. Staying elegant was the best way for her to deal with it now.
She thought about it and found that it was not too difficult to obtain some dragon blood. Fantasy creatures like dragons can be said to be full of treasures. Although dragon blood is rare, given the background of the Du Kecao family, it is still
It's not like you can't get it at all.
"Help me up, little Aslan." Soleana looked at Aslan, her face showing a little weakness, her moist eyes filled with a hint of anxious anticipation.
As she stood up, Aslan's eyes paused slightly.
The cold wind outside the window blew the lady's hair. When the cloak slid open, her slender and round shoulders and arms were exposed. The skin on her pink neck and under the collarbone was elegant and delicate. He felt that his arms were covered by the other party's hands.
She stopped, and when she leaned in, she squeezed it slightly. As soon as she lowered her head, she could feel that the softness seemed to be overflowing.
Soleanna clung to Aslan's chest, quietly feeling Aslan's strong and powerful heartbeat, and every beat seemed to make her tremble with excitement.
"Can you stand up, madam, or I will carry you over!" Aslan was unmoved.
"No need; just bring me the pen and paper!" Soleana's expression revealed a hint of helplessness and a hint of expectation. She pushed Aslan's chest with her palms slightly, as if she was thin and angry, "You
If you hug me like this, what will you do if a servant who gets up early sees you?"
She pushed Aslan away and stood up, suppressing her rapid heartbeat, but still walked to the table gracefully, took out the magic paper, leaned over and started writing on it.
A lady who knows how to express her elegance and charm, even if her back is exposed naturally, still has an aura of depravity that arouses people's hearts.
Soleanna stood in front of the table, and Aslan looked at her back. Her slender body had a soft and exaggerated waist and hip curvature. The cloak with velvet clung to her body, and the black and soft silk skirt was because of
Her movements were tense and tight, revealing her round and plump buttocks. His gaze subconsciously caused Soleana, who was writing something, to turn sideways, revealing a more touching curve.
Leaning over to write the secret words on the paper, Soleanna certainly knew that Aslan was watching her from behind, but it seemed like a good feeling.
"Aslan, come here." Hearing the voice, Aslan retracted his gaze to admire the scenery, and then stood beside Soleanna, "What's the matter, Madam?"
"Here, put a drop of blood on the paper."
Aslan nodded, took the hairpin from Soleana, pricked his finger, and dropped it on the mana-woven paper on the desk. A paragraph had been written on the paper in a beautiful ancient language style font.
Secret Words, and at the end I also drew a very abstract looking spider mark.
"Take this, and go to Leontes." Soleana thought again, and cast a spell on the letter to cover up the label. The text on the paper quickly disappeared, and the fonts on it also changed.
There is an extra special mark.
"Leontes?" Aslan picked up the letter and was a little confused.
"The patriarch of the Zaafan family had a friendship with me, and she is also a supporter of ladies. This is their family's business house, which often auctions some magic materials. There is something I want there."
"Zaafan?"
Aslan took the letter and began to recall the information he had about the Zaafan family in Noxus. Elise often auctioned the "mineral water" materials returned from the Shadow Island in her auction house.
"Yes, Zaafan." Soleanna pointed her finger on Aslan's forehead, her words were teasing and amusing, "dress up handsomely, and don't get eaten by that female spider."
"Okay, ma'am; where is Madam Lestana..."
"Don't worry about this. I'll entertain her. We sisters still have a lot of intimate things to talk about."
Soleana said this, raising her hand to help Aslan adjust his collar, "Your room has not changed. Go and change your clothes. If I help you, it will not be good if the servant who got up early sees it."
"Okay, ma'am."
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OK, Spider is online. This chapter has been completed!