Isabel moved to the school dormitory after that night. It is undeniable that, as the dean, her dormitory in the school is much larger than the room in the villa.
There are all facilities such as showers and bathtubs, not to mention the scenery.
Calcifer couldn't float in the air for a long time, but living on Sky Island was different.
Sometimes Char also likes to live on Sky Island, which gives him a sense of seclusion, but more often than not, he still likes to live in the world.
The life atmosphere of hundreds of lights is always reassuring, which may be exactly what the old saying goes.
The big hermit hides in the city, the small hermit hides in the wild.
The meaning of this sentence is translated as: A leisurely and unrestrained life does not necessarily have to go to the woods, springs and wild trails to experience it. A higher level of secluded life is to be alone in the bustling city and find peace in the pure land of the soul.
Alicia was naturally very happy about this, and even cooked a housewarming party for Isabel herself.
Alicia has indeed been a bit clingy recently, perhaps because of the succubus blood in him.
Of course, the emotions are real.
Just because of this, she prefers to do something more intimate with herself.
The influence of this bloodline is actually two-way. Speaking of which, it is in the setting of Fate's side story "Court of Avalon".
King Arthur's sword in the stone was not broken because of the decisive battle, but because Merlin fell into Morgan's trap and lost the sword of king's choice when he ran to hook up with a woman midway.
For this reason, he even glorified it in the legends of later generations as a necessary ritual to obtain the Sword of Victory.
However, Xia Ya was not very interested in other women, and Xia Ya attributed it to her own self-control.
Night fell again, Xia Ya opened the door as usual, and Alicia just walked out of the bathroom after taking a bath.
She wiped her hair with a towel. Because she had just taken a bath, her complexion was very rosy and even more beautiful.
She was wearing a black dress with a lace black ribbon tied around her waist. Her frail and boneless waist was pressed down by three thousand silver threads reaching her waist. But the most eye-catching thing was the dress. A pair of beautiful legs under the skirt.
Xia Ya is not a foot master, but I have to say that Alicia's feet are indeed beautiful, as white as snow, delicate and small, and they are like a perfect work of art when you hold them.
The white ankles and insteps have smooth curves, are delicate and delicate, like the best mutton-fat jade, exuding a warm and soft luster, and seem to have a quiet and pleasant fragrance.
There are five slender toes neatly arranged on the top of the white and tender soles. They are white and red, crystal clear, and slightly curled, like five light red petals.
He locked the door silently, and then walked towards Alicia. He took back the idea that he had strong self-control, and it might be other reasons.
When Charia was an ordinary person in another world, life was very stressful. In fact, it was not that time. Even Charia now still has some sense of urgency and a little pressure.
At the time, he had a friend who was doing anti-drug work.
He asked him jokingly if there was any product that made me happy to smoke it but had no side effects.
He typed two words on Xia Ya’s WeChat:
nz.
Xia Ya did not make any comments at that time.
But think about it now.
really.
And it’s really stress-relieving.
The next morning came as usual.
Xia opened his eyes. Although he slept in his own room last night, he woke up in Isabel's room.
After Isabel moved out, this room was used as a guest room.
Alicia also opened her eyes after Xia Ya woke up. She leaned on Xia Ya's shoulder and yawned lazily.
"What do you want to eat in the morning?"
"Let's go out to eat." Xia Ya said, "Go to Sashili and meet old friends by the way. Do you have classes today?"
"There is one class." Alicia said, "But Isabel can teach everything I teach, so let her take over the class."
"Okay." Xia Ya smiled, "Go take a shower and let's go out."
Alicia climbed up from the bed, but something seemed to be involved, and she frowned slightly in pain.
Her hair got tangled with Char's.
She reached out her hand to untie her hair skillfully and complained in a low voice.
"Why are they entangled again?"
"Our hair is a bit long." Xia Ya said, "Do you think I should get a short haircut?"
"No." Alicia shook her head, "You look so good now. Why do you cut your hair short? You are not a monk."
In this era, Europe, like the East, regarded long hair as beautiful. Even because there were many bald heads in Europe, wigs sold well.
"It's probably because I sweated a lot last night and my hair became sticky." Alicia said, "Don't worry about it."
They simply washed up and walked out of Sashili's door.
The war on the Eastern Front has stabilized. Although there is still some chaos, under the protection of Malfia in Sassili, the trade routes have gradually stabilized.
This town, whose main economic income is foreign trade and port transit, has gradually become prosperous. There are many outsiders on the streets, with different clothing styles.
There are also many large and small ships docked in the fjord.
There is a strong aroma of meat in the air, and there are many barbecue restaurants on both sides of the street, but even so, every restaurant is full of people, and it is even more prosperous than when Xia first came.
In order to increase foreign trade for Sashili over the years, Mafia has opened up many routes and channels. After the war became relatively stable, these channels began to gradually reveal their true potential.
It's a pity that the fjord's carrying capacity is limited. If it were larger, when steam ships became popular, it should be able to develop into a huge trading city.
However, the future is expected to be dominated by tourism.
They did not stay here too long, but went straight to a breakfast shop on the edge of the fjord. This was Hart's house.
Compared to the past, this place has been well renovated and has become larger and more spacious. Because it is close to the fjord, it occupies a good location and is filled with many guests.
However, what these people obviously don't know is this.
The real master of this town and the several major ports where they trade, is Malfia's godfather, Hart Valentine.
It's on the second floor now.
The second floor has also been renovated, and the interior style is very similar to the former mayor's mansion that is now the residence of the Valentine family.
Hart basically lived in the house permanently, while the Valentine family's residence was more like an office space.
If you live in a place that is too luxurious for a long time, you will always lose your true feelings.
He was currently sitting on the armchair behind his desk, leaning back lazily with his fingers on his temples. There were many men in black suits standing around him.
Directly opposite him, stood two men.
One of the men was kneeling on the wooden floor in front of the desk, pleading to Hart constantly. He was a middle-aged man in his thirties, crying with mucus flowing from his nose.
"I'm sorry, Godfather, I will never dare to do it next time, I really won't."
He turned his head to look at the middle-aged man standing beside him, who was more than ten years older than him, grabbed his trouser leg and shouted.
"Boss, you must save me, you must save me!"
His boss turned his head, not looking at him, and said nothing.
There was some despair on the man's face, and he looked at Hart behind the desk.
Hart's expression didn't change much, only a kind of indifference. Seeing that he was quiet, he said quietly.
"I told you a long time ago"
He put his right hand down and put his hands on his stomach, and said in a low voice.
“The two things I hate the most in my life.
One is drugs, and the other is trafficking in women.
As long as people come to this world, they must abide by the rules of this world.
Either morality or law.
And when entering Mafia, you must abide by Mafia's rules. "
Hart looked quietly at the middle-aged man beside him.
"Atli, he is yours, you can handle it yourself."
The man immediately raised his head and looked at the man named Atli with expectant eyes.
But Atli slowly closed his eyes and slowly said, "Pull him down and sink into the sea."
"Don't pollute my fjord," Hart said.
"Yes." Atli lowered his head and said.
The man's face finally showed despair, and he shouted at Atli in fear and anger.
“Atli!
You hypocritical bitch!
Didn't you suggest me to do this? ? "
"Shut up!" Atli said angrily, "Do you think you can be saved if you pull me down?"
He looked at the man in black on one side.
"What are you still doing?"
Several men in black walked over and dragged the man on the ground outside. No matter how much he screamed, it was useless.
Atlee wiped the sweat from his forehead and leaned towards Hart.
"Godfather, please believe me, I have nothing to do with this matter."
The office was silent, so quiet that even the slightest exchanges from downstairs could be heard.
Atli lowered his head and couldn't clearly see the expression of the man behind the desk.
This kind of silence was undoubtedly torturous for him. With every minute that passed, the sweat on his forehead became heavier.
At this time, the door was opened, and a waiter downstairs said to Hart.
"Godfather, someone outside wants to see you."
When Atli, who was already a little aggrieved, heard this, he turned his head angrily and scolded.
"Don't you see something is going on here!?"
The waiter was obviously a little afraid of Atli. He hurriedly lowered his head and said, "Yes, then I will answer those two people."
"Two people?"
At this time, the godfather sitting behind the desk said in a deep voice.
The waiter nodded and said, "Yes, a man and a woman, both with white hair."
Hearing this description, Hart's expression changed, and he suddenly stood up from his seat and said.
"Take me down!"
There was a hint of urgency in his tone.
This made Atli a little surprised. In his impression, the godfather always had an expression of emotion and anger.
No matter how big the matter is, no other emotion will be shown.
A year ago, the Italian Mafia branch rebelled, killed many Sassilians, and even robbed their port. This was a big deal in his eyes.
But when he came to report the matter, he only received an understatement from the godfather:
"I see."
This was the first time he had seen such a rude godfather.
(End of chapter)
