Chapter 669 Diplomacy

Since number seventy-six became Yorko's maid, the number of times he even sought out Denise for pleasure has decreased a lot.

It's not that he forgot his old love because he had a new love, but that he had to take time to take care of this poor guide—the punishment was not a joke. It's welts and bruises, and it's a completely different person from half a day ago.

Yorko is glad that he made this request in time, otherwise, if the fight continues like this, No. 76 will probably be maimed alive, that's why Yinmian said that she can no longer serve as a guide—of course, the guest will not let a handicapped person Those who come to serve themselves.

Fortunately, No. 76's body is quite strong, not as weak as ordinary women, especially in the abdomen and back, where you can still see the obvious muscle lines. Can take care of chores in the house - of course, including some small personal services.

Just like today.

"My lord, do you need me to rub your shoulders for you?"

After cleaning the house on the 76th, she moved closer and sat next to Yorko with a smile—according to the rules, a maid is not allowed to get close to the master without the master's order, and the other party is obviously still trying to curry favor in the way he has been trained "guest". But Yorko didn't take it seriously at all. On the contrary, he quite liked this kind of active and enthusiastic teasing.

If she is just a maid who pays attention to rules and obeys her master's orders, then it would be too boring.

"Sit up," he put down the unofficial history in his hands, and lay down on the bench, while No. 76 also took off his shoes, and sat on his knees, allowing him to rest his head firmly on his lap.

Then her slender and powerful five fingers pressed her shoulders, and kneaded slowly—compared with those women who flirted more than massaged, her strength was much heavier and her skills were much richer, obviously after a lot of hard training, Can really play a role in relieving fatigue.

Yorko was lying on her lap, and he could clearly see Number Seventy-six's face. After sending her here, she naturally no longer needed to wear that copper mask to hide her identity.

To be honest, No. 76 is not that kind of particularly beautiful woman. In terms of facial features, she can only be considered above average, let alone compared with witches. But the red lips were just right, especially when he looked up from below, the curved corners of his mouth especially aroused his interest.

What's even more wonderful is her figure - this is the first time that Yorko has experienced a woman with such strength. She is not as plump as most noble women, nor is she thin like a poor girl. Well-proportioned limbs, elastic skin, and uneven chest and abdomen... When she tenses her body, she can feel the slightly raised solid muscles. For him who likes freshness, this is more attractive than simple appearance too much.

Just when Yorko was about to go further with the other party, the door was pushed open.

Walking in was Hill Fox.

Well, the fun time is over, he sighed and sat up, "I won't let me redeem another witch this time, will I?"

Hill did not answer, but looked at number seventy-six.

The latter bowed and saluted wisely, and then quickly exited the room.

"It's just a servant," Yorko shrugged, "You're too cautious."

"The situation in Chenxi is not stable, it's better to be careful at this time."

"Denise is much bigger than No. 76 in terms of prestige and family background. Why don't you see her so wary of her?"

"Because Denise Payton is the person on the table, she can find out the details through various means, but a trained guide cannot find out." Hill sat down opposite him, and put a letter On the coffee table in the middle.

"But I think I've already found out about her," Yorko smiled triumphantly, "I don't know if you want to hear it or not?"

"Oh?" Hill frowned, "Tell me."

It seems that even the personal guard appointed by an old friend is not omniscient, he grinned, "It takes a lot of time to train such a well-trained guide—whether it is her skills in serving guests, It's still obviously a body that has been tempered, and it can't be done to this level in less than ten years. It has become her instinct to please customers and serve them, but how old is she now?"

"Around twenty-one or two... at most twenty-five."

"That's right, that is to say, before No. 76 received these trainings, she was about five or six years old. Unless she is an immortal monster, it is unlikely that she came from outside forces." Yorko Spreading his hands, "It has nothing to do with us. What they have done is far more horrifying than stealing slaves and covering up witches—not to mention that we haven't realized the latter yet." He laughed at himself, "Witches don't need our refuge."

Seeing that Hill Fox had nothing to say for a moment, Yorko felt refreshed. He picked up the letter on the table, opened it, and just glanced at it twice before his brows drooped.

This turned out to be an official diplomatic letter issued in the name of His Majesty Roland.

Moreover, the content above made Yorko terrified.

The king of Graycastle wants to prevent the Lord of Dawn from continuing to persecute witches? Yorko felt like he couldn't turn his head around. This is the capital of the Dawn Kingdom, not the western border of Graycastle!

Does the old friend think that An Peiyin Moya will listen to him?

Not to mention the series of threats that followed - for example, don't go against the times, the crumbling church is the best proof... and for example, Graycastle will not sit idly by and will reserve the right to take the next step , I hope the new king will take care of himself and the like.

Although the wording is very euphemistic, Yorko believes that no one who can stand in the palace of the king is an idiot. This is simply saying that if they don't follow what Graycastle said, Dawn will be Graycastle's next enemy!

How could he say such words in front of the Lord of Dawn?

Yorko handed the letter to Hill with a frowning face, and he felt restless, and the joy that he had just won the other party disappeared.

It was really true that the personal guards said that to His Majesty Roland, witches are much more important than the covenant. But besides arousing the dislike of Chenxi's nobles, does this threat have any other effect? Threats that cannot be realized are destined to only increase the laughing stock.

"What should I do?" Now the only one who can give him advice is Hill.

"Do as His Majesty said," Hill quickly finished reading the letter, "this is your duty as an ambassador. As for the reaction of Ampein Moya... I guess he will be furious at most and drive you out of the palace. There is no other danger."

"Then the relationship we've built with other nobles will be over," Yorko said sullenly, "The major families in Glory City will definitely laugh at us as lunatics, and Roland will also become a new topic of conversation at the banquet... This kind of empty talk What good is a threat to His Majesty?"

"Empty threats?" Hill said noncommittally, "Do you really think His Majesty is just talking?"

Yorko's heart trembled violently, and he looked at the guard in disbelief, "This...isn't possible..."

"Before the old king was overthrown, Timothy Wimbledon thought so too," Hill said slowly, "As far as I know, His Majesty Roland never does meaningless things."