Meg understood after hearing that. Then the man in black lying on the ground did not deserve any pity.
"But, why are you looking at me like that?" Meg looked at Camilla with a slight frown.
"Nothing, I just feel that this guy can't take a beating. I haven't had my fill yet." Camilla's lips curled up slightly as she looked at Meg with a playful gaze.
"You are clearly a masochist, why are you pretending to be a masochist." Meg curled his lips.
"Shut up!" Camilla instantly exploded. Thinking back to that day when she was tied to the small bed … she felt even more humiliated and embarrassed. She said with a cold face, "Did you bring the thing I asked for?"
"What did you ask for?" Meg had a puzzled expression. "Didn't you ask me to come to the little forest? I thought you were going to show me some big treasure. Why are you being so mysterious? "
"I am talking about all the Photostones!" Camilla was so angry that her teeth were itching. The whip in her hand had already been raised unconsciously.
"Oh, you are talking about that. If you want it, just say it. If you don't say it, how would I know that you want it?" Meg said with a helpless expression.
"Give it to me." Camilla stretched out her hand.
"I didn't bring it." Meg shrugged.
"Pa!"
The whip lashed out in the air and broke the trunk of a tree that was as thick as a bowl.
"Look at you, can't you just talk nicely? Why do you have to vent your anger on these flowers and plants? This is different from being a scumbag. If you break the whip, they will have to plant another one tomorrow. It will be so hard on the gardener." Meg said with a look of pity.
Camilla pointed the whip at Meg and said angrily, "Do you believe that I will really whip you?!"
Meg said with a calm expression, "That's good. Tomorrow, I will directly stop work and rest for a few days. If they ask, I will say that you failed to get the strange Photostones from me, so you whipped me as revenge."
"You shameless person!" Camilla was so angry that she did not know whether to lash out or release the whip.
She would never have thought that Meg, who looked so scholarly, would be so much harder to deal with than the hooligan lying on the ground.
"Actually, you don't have to worry about leaving the Photostone with me. At most, I'll just take it out to admire it in the dead of night," Meg comforted.
"You … You …" The whip in Camilla's hand was already raised, but when she looked at Meg, she suddenly put down her hand and smiled. "You have a wife now. Aren't you afraid that I will tell your wife about this?"
Meg pondered for a moment before a look of fear appeared on his face.
"Are you scared now? Your wife is a 10th-tier powerhouse. She can easily kill you with a wave of her hand. "Camilla's smile was filled with pride. She felt that she had finally grasped Meg's weakness.
"I am indeed a little worried. After all, my wife has always been domineering and willful. If she sees the Photostone or knows about this, she will definitely think that you seduced me." Meg nodded with a serious expression. He looked at Camilla worriedly. "If she goes crazy and wants to kill you, she can easily kill you with her strength. I really can't stop her."
Camilla was confused.
"But you don't have to worry. I will make sure that she won't see the Photostone, and won't know that you asked me to come to the little forest." Meg patted her shoulder comfortingly before saying, "If there's nothing else, I will go back first."
Camilla was stunned when she saw that Meg was about to turn around and leave. Then, she came back to her senses. The plot seemed to be different from what she had imagined.
She was the one who asked Meg out and wanted to use his wife to threaten him to compromise. How did it turn into her being threatened by him and wanting to work together with him?
"Wait! In this matter, I seem to be the victim, right? "Camilla finally voiced her doubts.
"Look, the situation back then was like this. The little dark room, candles, leather whip, ropes, handcuffs, leather clothes, and the Photostone were all prepared for you, who was scantily clad.
As for me, I was dressed neatly and was obviously an innocent man who was knocked unconscious and carried back. Who do you think is the victim?
To put it bluntly, after I was kidnapped by you, in order to satisfy your masochistic fetish, I was forced to pick up the leather whip and whip you.
And at that time, you seemed to be enjoying it and looking very excited.
Isn't that reasonable? "Meg said righteously.
Camilla was speechless.
How the f * ck am I supposed to reason with?
Just as Meg said, those things were all prepared for her, but they were all prepared for Meg.
Who would have thought that he would turn the tables and use all of these things on her?
Looking at her excited face in the image, Camilla slowly covered her face.
"This is too shameful!"
"Alright, then you have to work hard tomorrow. I'll go back first. Goodnight." Meg put away the Photostone and turned to walk out of the little forest.
Camilla looked at Meg's back as the leather whip in her hand trembled slightly. In the end, she still whipped the man in black beside her.
"Scumbag!"
The man in black was speechless.
…
The next morning, the old man who was cleaning the place found a half-naked man who was severely injured in the little forest. His back was filled with whip marks, and if one looked closely, they could still vaguely make out the words' scumbag '.
He was quickly carried away by the Gray Temple's patrollers. The news came back that he was a repeat offender with a record of indecent assault. His arms and legs were broken, and even his third leg was broken.
Hearing that he was fine, everyone was relieved.
"The way he used the whip is quite artistic." Irina smiled and turned to look at Meg. "What do you think?"
"Normal people don't have such interesting ideas." Meg nodded calmly as if this matter had nothing to do with him.
"Actually, I know how to use a whip too." Irina's lips curled up, and a black leather whip appeared in her hand.
Meg stared at the whip for a second before pointing to Ugly Duckling, who was sunbathing at the side, and saying, "You can use it to practice."
Ugly Duckling, who was rolling around comfortably, turned around and looked at Meg in confusion.
Irina kept the whip, and said with a serious expression, "According to the elven rules, when the queen is not on the throne for more than 100 days, the high priestess will replace the queen, followed by the princess. Now that the queen and Helena are in seclusion, the elves have not had a king for 100 days. According to the rules, Sally will be the queen temporarily. "
Meg's expression also became more serious. He looked at Irina, and asked, "Did something happen to the queen?"
The queen was in seclusion. During this period, many important things happened in the elves and the Norland Continent, but she never showed up.
There were many rumors in the outside world. Some said that the elven queen had died from her old injuries, but the elves kept it a secret.
"Mother is still alive. This is the only thing I can be sure of." Irina shook her head slightly.
(End of Chapter)
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