Cynthia recounted the events to them without missing a single word.

  The three fallen angels fell silent simultaneously.

  "Bold flirtation, Cynthia, you're really brave," Abel sighed.

  Innocently lying on the gun, Anthony sneered, "No wonder I was asked to wipe out a whole wine cellar manually."

  Qiao lightly coughed and said, "That person who spread the rumor should be put to death."

  Three people didn't mention that Kayos had problems.

  Xin Si Ya leaned in closer, her chin resting on her arm, and whispered to Qiao: "It was me who spread the rumor."

  The three of them fell silent again.

  Only Antony squeezed out a sentence, "The adults really like you."

  A steaming cup of horse milk was finally brought up, and Cynthia hugged the cup with a pouty face. "So you all think I should go back and apologize? Is it because I wore something too revealing that caused his dissatisfaction?"

  The three of them nodded in unison.

  "Isn't he wrong at all?" Cynthia took a sip of kumis, the pure and unadulterated taste without any processing, made her shudder and she quickly put down the cup.

  The three of them shook their heads in unison.

  Cynthia:

  "I just want him to praise me." She struggled to say: "You know what I mean, it's like a pet that has to be stroked in the right direction."

  "Cynthia, what's your purpose for coming out tonight?" Anthony asked, his chin resting on his fist as he stared at her.

  Maybe it's because he's been with Kyrios for too long, but for Anthony, seeing through people's hearts is simply a piece of cake.

  Cynthia was also well-prepared, she had never planned to lie from the start, as long as it wasn't a matter of principle, appropriately getting close to them, playing a little temper, they were all willing to indulge her.

  Cynthia pursed her lips, "Come out and listen to your suggestions."

  "What else?"

  She lowered her head and said, "Let's see if he'll come looking for me."

  Qiao patted her hair, "You've unilaterally fallen in love."

  Cynthia nodded pitifully.

  At the next table, several drunks who had long since lost their sense of direction were loudly cursing.

  "They had my poor son Daniel tied to a stake and exposed to the sun for several days, all because of a Rhodian woman! She's a cruel one, she wouldn't even have him executed, his skin was almost burned off!"

  A drunkard chimed in, "Damn the clergy! Dark god without humanity! He should have been destroyed by the light god long ago! We should just merge with Rhodenia!"

  "I really want to stuff the tip of my leather shoes into Kayus's P-spot!"

  Their unbridled speech caused many to speak out in restraint, and even the tavern waitress came over to signal them to keep their voices down. As a result, she was slapped to the ground by a drunken strongman with one palm.

  It's common knowledge that taverns are often the scene of drunken brawls, criticism of the clergy and violent fights, but no one expected that today a few big shots would be mixed in with the crowd.

  Cynthia straightened up and turned her head to look at the next table, where several middle-aged men were putting one foot on the bench and talking nonsense. She felt that something was wrong.

  It was said that Archbishop Ross is still waiting for her to be executed? It sounds like Daniel had a bit of a rough time because of her, she has to go and settle it, can't really let someone die.

  The three fallen angels sitting next to her simultaneously fell silent.

  "Cynthia, you should go to the rooftop balcony and take a look at the starry sky, the moonlight is great tonight." Qiao's voice came down, his eyes were being occupied by a blood-red color.

  Cynthia glanced at the chaotic scene beside her and nodded.

  She walked around the table and took advantage of the three people behind her not paying attention, grabbed a glass of malt liquor that Bao had just poured and placed on the wine rack, and went upstairs.

  At the moment she stepped onto the stairs, all the noisy commotion downstairs suddenly disappeared, as if someone had pulled up an invisible soundproofing technique.

  The tavern can also serve as an inn, with many rooms on the second floor, and naturally there are some special services here.

  Some hidden in the dark corners of the corridor, white bodies intertwined, Cynthia's ears switched from noisy to ambiguous gasps and moans.

  In this regard, people always have overly open enthusiasm.

  She carried a mug of beer and walked straight up onto the large wooden veranda.

  It's okay here is very clean, just put a few wooden barrels.

  Fu Ping's skirt smoothed out, she chose a wine barrel and sat down against the wooden railing. In her peripheral vision, Cynthia saw that a glass partition and a wooden lattice downstairs were shattered, and a man was thrown out from inside, falling awkwardly on the grass outside.

  She closed her eyes, directly ignoring the commotion below, and only listened to the low-pitched violin music coming from an unknown room on the second floor, covering up the panting of desire, reaching straight to her ears.

  Which artist is still playing music in this place?

  He tilted his head back and took a swig of malt liquor, and immediately a spicy flavor and wheat aroma burst into his mouth.

  Looking at the starry night sky, Cynthia didn't notice the middle-aged man with a strong smell of alcohol coming out from a room behind her.

  Late at night.

  Matsue Castle

  The wine glass on the table was empty, and Kael's fossil-like body finally moved. He stood by the window, outside which was a castle with no light at all. "Antony."

  Antony, who was in the process of shoving a smelly shoe into a certain part of the man's body at the tavern, suddenly heard the summons and froze for a moment before responding, "We can't come back right now, sir. We're all outside dealing with people who have committed crimes."

  Cynthia is also here.

  Caius stood in the study with a gloomy gaze, and the transmission array under his feet opened instantly, swallowing his entire figure in thick black fog.

  Cynthia sipped a mouthful of malt liquor and muttered softly, "The taste is really not as good as the wine in the cellar."

  The wooden floor is always a bit damp and warped, creaking when stepped on.

  Cynthia turned around when she heard footsteps.

  There were many drunkards in the tavern.

  "Beautiful red-haired beauty, you are more lovely than those sprites." A man dressed as a wealthy merchant with a chin strap and a small cloth hat was stumbling towards her.

  "Thank you." Cynthia raised an eyebrow, and with one glance, she saw that the other person had no good intentions.

  "How much per night? You're a lot better than the regulars we have here." He had a lecherous look in his eyes, constantly sizing her up.

  Cynthia stood up against the railing, her waist against the railing, and directly poured a cup of malt liquor on his face. "Are you sober? You can still leave now."

  He didn't listen to her at all, but was instead stimulated by the wine. He rummaged through his pocket for a while and then forcefully threw a gold coin on the ground, saying "Let me have my way, it's yours."

  Cynthia sighed and was about to call Qiao downstairs when a gust of wind blew in, carrying a faint scent of mint into her nostrils.

  In the corridor behind the man, a pair of rabbit eyes were exceptionally gloomy and terrifying.

  The young man wrapped in black fog came slowly.

  Cynthia's body trembled slightly at those red eyes above, and she blurted out "Kairos".

  Shelves on the 21st, can be fully booked if possible~

  (End of chapter)