Ever since No. 76 became Yorko's maid, he had less and less fun with Denise.
It was not because he had a new lover that he had forgotten his old one, but because he had to spend time taking care of the poor guide. "Black Money" was not joking when it said that she would be punished. When the supervisor, Silvermask, brought her here, she was covered with whip marks and bruises, which made her look completely different from half a day ago.
Yorko was glad that he had made this request in time. Otherwise, No. 76 would have been beaten to a pulp. That was why Silver-masked Mask said that she could no longer serve as a guide. Of course, customers would not allow a handicapped person to serve them.
Fortunately, No. 76's body was quite strong and not as weak as that of ordinary women, especially her abdomen and back, where he could still see the shallow muscle lines. After applying medicine, she recovered quickly and was now able to take care of the chores in the house, including some personal services.
Just like today.
"Your Excellency, do you need me to massage your shoulders?"
No. 76 came over after cleaning the house and sat beside Yorko with a smile. According to the rules, a maid was not allowed to approach the master without the master's permission. Obviously, No. 76 was still pleasing the "guest" in the way that "Black Money" had trained her. However, Yorko did not care at all. On the contrary, he liked this kind of active and enthusiastic teasing.
If she was just a maid who followed the rules and followed her master's orders, then it would be too boring.
"Sit down." He put down the unofficial history and lay down on the bench. No. 76 also took off her shoes, bent her knees and let him rest his head on her thighs.
Then, she pressed her slender and powerful fingers on his shoulders and slowly massaged them. Compared to those women who flirted rather than massaged, her strength was much heavier and her technique was much richer. Obviously, after a period of hard training, she could really relieve fatigue.
Lying on her thighs, Yorko could clearly see No. 76's face. After "Black Money" sent her here, she naturally did not need to wear the copper mask to hide her identity.
To be honest, No. 76 was not a particularly beautiful woman. Her facial features were just above average, let alone compared with witches. But those red lips were just right. Especially when he looked up from below, the curved corners of her mouth especially aroused his interest.
What was more wonderful was her figure. It was the first time that Yorko had experienced a woman with such power. She was not as plump as most noble women, nor as thin as poor girls. Her well-proportioned limbs, supple skin, and curvaceous chest and abdomen … When she tightened her body, he could feel the slight bulge of her firm muscles. For someone like him who loved new things, this was much more attractive than pure appearance.
The door was pushed open when Yorko was about to go further with her.
It was Hill Fox who walked in.
Well, the time for fun had come to an end. He sighed and sat up. "This time I won't have to redeem another witch, will I?"
Hill did not answer but looked at No. 76.
The latter tactfully bowed and quickly left the room.
"He's just a servant." Yorko shrugged. "You're too cautious."
"The situation in the Kingdom of Dawn is not stable. It's better to be careful at this time."
"Whether in terms of reputation or family background, Denise is much more powerful than No. 76. Why don't I see you being so cautious about her?"
"Because Denise Payton is a public figure. She can be investigated through various means, but a guide trained by Black Money can't be investigated." Hill sat down opposite him and placed a letter on the coffee table in the middle of the room.
"But I think I've found out her background." Yorko smiled proudly. "Do you want to hear it?"
"Oh?" Hill raised his eyebrows. "Tell me."
It seemed that even the personal guard assigned by an old friend was not omniscient and omnipotent. He grinned. "It takes a lot of time to train such a well-trained guide. Whether it's her skills in serving guests or her obviously tempered body, it's impossible to reach this level without more than ten years of training. It has become her instinct to please and serve the customers, and how old is she now? "
"About 21 or 22... No more than 25."
"That's right. That is to say, No. 76 was about five or six years old before she received these training. Unless she's an immortal monster, it's unlikely that she comes from a force other than "Black Money". " Yorko spread out his hands. "" Black Money "has nothing to do with us. The things they do are much scarier than buying slaves and protecting witches, which we haven't achieved yet." He laughed at himself. "Witches don't need our protection."
Seeing that Hill Fawkes had nothing to say, Yorko suddenly felt refreshed. He picked up the letter on the table and opened it. After a few glances, he frowned.
It turned out to be an official diplomatic letter sent in the name of His Majesty.
And the content of the letter made Yorko tremble with fear.
"The King of Graycastle wants to stop the King of Dawn from persecuting witches?" Yorko felt that he could not wrap his head around it. "This is the capital of the Kingdom of Dawn, not the Western Region of Graycastle!"
"Does my old friend think that Appen Moya will listen to me?"
Not to mention the series of threats that followed. For example, "do not go against the times, the crumbling church is the best proof..." and "Graycastle will not sit idly by and will reserve the right to take the next step, hoping that the new king will take care of himself."
Although the wording was very euphemistic, Yorko believed that no one in the palace was a fool. Hill Fawkes was basically saying that if Graycastle did not do what Graycastle said, the Kingdom of Dawn would be Graycastle's next enemy!
How could he say such words in front of the King of Dawn?
Yorko handed the letter to Hill with a gloomy face. He felt restless, and the joy of winning the debate was gone.
The guard was right. For His Majesty, witches were much more important than the covenant. But what else could this kind of threat do besides provoking the disgust of the nobles in the Kingdom of Dawn? A threat that could not be fulfilled was destined to become a laughing stock.
"What should I do?" Hill was the only one who could give him advice now.
"Do as His Majesty says." Hill quickly finished reading the letter. "This is your duty as an ambassador. As for Appen Moya's reaction... I guess he will at most throw Thunder and drive you out of the palace. There won't be any other danger. "
"Then the relationship we built with the other nobles will be over," Yorko said gloomily. "The big families in the City of Glow will definitely laugh at us as lunatics, and Roland will also become the new topic of conversation at the banquet... What good will this kind of empty threat do to His Majesty?"
"Empty threat?" Hill said noncommittally. "Do you really think His Majesty is just saying that?"
Yorko's heart suddenly trembled. He looked at the guard in disbelief. "This... is not possible..."
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