Chapter 61: Vibrant Colors and Fragrance

  Ordinary people's impression of the Assassins is probably just the ancestor of terrorist organizations that emerged during the Crusades, famous for their assassinations. More knowledgeable people may also know that the Assassins once scared the piss out of the great Arab leader Saladin.

  Lit youths probably hear that name and think of four big words: Assassin's Creed... all sorts of parkour and showing off.

  What about those young punks?

  I'm not sure, maybe it's because I'm not a silly youth... A small daily life proved that I'm not a silly youth. My mood got better for a while, but soon I couldn't get excited anymore. Because I found the conversation between me and that female hooligan was very silly: "Have you ever killed a Templar Knight?"

  The latter said with a smile: "I am a Templar myself. However, in the German region, there is still a group of pseudo-Templars who have split from the Temple, and if Your Highness wants me to run thousands of miles to Germany, I don't have much to say."

  Alright, I can now roughly confirm that I didn't cross over into Assassin's Creed, and this so-called Assassin might just be a prank from a predecessor.

  "Why can't you get away from Assassin?"

  "I've seen too many things I shouldn't have seen, and known too many things I shouldn't know."

  "I am Caesar's son, my father will be the emperor of the empire in the future. I asked the Assassin for a person, do they dare not to give? The doubts of the female rogue made me think it was unlikely, if even an assassin couldn't be gotten, then Old Man Caesar would have been cheated."

  "Just saying some comforting words, but I'm very happy."

  "This is what should be, who let us be friends." I looked at her taking up the whole bed, "Alright, your report has arrived, can you leave my room now? I'm exhausted from last night and want to take a nap."

  "That's not possible, Caesar said to stay close. I leave this room, where am I going? Besides, I'm also very tired, rushing here non-stop, waiting for you all night in the room! I didn't expect that as soon as I fell asleep, you came immediately, you want to sleep, I also want to sleep." The female vagabond flipped her body over and presented her plump buttocks to me.

  This woman.

  I left the room and went to the vacant house next door, lay on the bed, thought for a moment, rummaged through a piece of cloth, and then went downstairs to ask someone about the location of the bathroom.

  Bathrooms, a must-have for aristocratic buildings. Although the empire no longer builds large public baths like ancient Rome, where thousands of people can enter to bathe together, many still build small hot water bathrooms at home that can accommodate several people for relaxation and entertainment. In many imperial administrative halls, bathrooms were built for officials to discuss while soaking.

  Entering the bathroom, the wide central bathing area in the middle can accommodate more than 20 people. Of course, there are also individual private rooms on one side, I took a look and chose an individual private room.

  Take off your clothes and walk in, the water temperature is extremely comfortable, warm water washes away, a half-person-high pool, leaning against the inclined backrest, very comfortable, as if all the hard work of the night was driven away by this water temperature.

  It wasn't long before footsteps were heard from the bathroom, I opened my eyelids and then closed them again, but soon opened them again, because the footsteps stopped in front of my single room.

  "Who is outside?"

  If it were an assassin, a loaded flintlock pistol and a dagger would be by his side, within easy reach.

  "What do you think?"

  The voice of a female hooligan!

  What is she doing here?

  My eyes narrowed and I stared at the door of the single room, but saw a female vagrant carrying that pair of knee-high boots walking in.

  She whistled softly: "It's been years since I've seen you, your muscles have become more developed, and before that, you were just a skinny skeleton."

  "You can all grow so concave and convex from the washing board, as a member of the royal family, I won't be worse than anyone." Being seen by a woman in the upper half body is nothing, but being spread out is somewhat indecent, "Did you come to the wrong place?"

  "No way, I said it before, I will protect your personal safety with my life." The female vagabond turned her back to me, revealing her plump buttocks, and bent down to put on her boots.

  My face turned red as I averted my eyes, and my lower body had some reaction: "Don't you know this is the men's bathroom?"

  "I know."

  "Then why did you come in?"

  The female rogue half-picked up her hair and turned around, lightly laughing as if mocking my ignorance: "It seems that Your Highness has many things you don't know."

  I'll take a closer look, I'd like to see just how ignorant I am!

  Then I involuntarily held my breath.

  The female hooligan actually started taking off her clothes!

  She pulled down her tight corset and ripped it off, then moved on to the belt, pulling down her tight riding breeches with both hands, and walked out.

  The opening of the lace sleeve lining, the lower body is a tight-fitting white lace shorts, these two pieces of clothing are the only remaining clothes for the female vagabond. The lining is worn as if it were not worn at all, and the pink peony is faintly visible, the lace shorts are thin as cicada wings, and can be seen through the lace to blur her private parts, the withered grass is exposed.

  Slender figure, beautiful long legs, skin as smooth as condensed milk white jade, fragile and extremely seductive.

  Inside the lining, that pair of jade-like breasts seemed to be somewhat concealed, as if they were about to burst out.

  With great difficulty, I swallowed my saliva and saw an even more astonishing scene. The female vagabond inadvertently revealed her eight-pack abs, and in that instant, I was as if struck by a huge hammer on the head, with only one thought in my mind: How did she train to achieve this?!

  "The water temperature is just right."

  I was so focused on the female hooligan's abdominal muscles that I didn't come back to my senses until she spoke, by which time she had completely removed her lace shorts, lifted her jade legs, and stepped into the bathtub with a subtle movement, soaking half of her blood-stirring legs in the water.

  "How did you get in?"

  The female rogue stopped at this time, holding her full chest with one hand, and staring straight ahead with both eyes: "Is it like this in all noble families? Could it be..."

  The female vagabond tilted her head, poked at the water's surface, and looked over with a gaze that was now here, now gone: "Could it be that you don't even know this? Hmm, your face is red again, looks like you really don't know. Don't know how you've been getting by all these years."

  "I don't know, so I don't know. What's the big deal?" I coughed lightly, now all I can think of is to despise this, I'm a military house, I'm proud, I'm perverted, I'm proud!

  "Want or not, I'll teach you something you've never seen before?"

  "What?"

  "For example."

  The female vagabond didn't leave, but instead took a few steps back and squatted down at the edge of the pool's stairs.

  The ripples splashed gently on her open thighs, right in the middle, where the woman's index and middle fingers were stirring, the pink valley entrance opened wide, and the waves crashed against it wave after wave.

  "The water temperature is just right."

  She closed her eyes, slightly raised her neck and hummed softly, looking very comfortable.

  Lower body, tender **was gently bouncing with the constantly colliding waves of water, opening and closing.

  The female hooligan relaxed her fingers, her voice full of pride and implication, saying, "The more a woman hasn't been with a man, the more that place will be bright pink. However, you know what this place is used for, right?"

  This is getting more and more like a lesson in enlightenment. I'm a bit embarrassed: "What if I say I don't know what will happen?"

  "I'll tell you and then ask if you want to take a look." The female vagabond closed her legs.

  "What if I said I knew, what would happen then?" The female vagabond's reaction really piqued my interest.

  "Of course, there's still a bit of tongue left, want to take a look?"

  She kicked her legs and dove into the water, opening up a path through the waves, crossing over three meters of swimming pool, and swam up to him.

  Her delicate fingers pressed against my chest, stopping her momentum, but causing my lower body to jump involuntarily. Her undergarments were already soaked through, and the open neckline was originally quite revealing; now, due to the water's drag, her cleavage was fully exposed, with two cherry-red nipples standing out, outlining those plump and swollen breasts, like a flower in the mist, extremely enticing, making one feel restless and eager to move.

  "So which one is your answer?"

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  Assassins fans who associate with Assassin's Creed, raise your hands and let me see your armpit hair...