There is a mysterious flower room on the central rooftop of Windsor Castle, which is the "Glass Garden" famous in Kent.

It is said that every piece of crystal glass that built this flower house was carefully melted by the goblin craftsmen of Bracada, and then transported to the Elasia land by a distant and dangerous trade route. It took two years to complete the construction. Among them, the loss of the glass itself in transportation was as high as 60%, not to mention the almost striking escort fee. Therefore, someone secretly estimated the price for the glass garden, and the result was that if the same glass flower house was to be copied, the cost would be enough to make a jazz bankrupt.

However, except for Mathil himself and Viscount Salk who was accidentally allowed to visit, no one else could enter this mysterious place. Even the servants of the Salk family were not allowed to enter, and Mathil himself took care of all the flower house affairs by himself.

Now Moriarty is led to the rooftop by the maid.

Just bowed respectfully, the maid who completed the task quickly retreated, and even closed the entrance door gently before leaving.

Looking at the flawless and clean glass garden like a crystal palace under the moonlight, Moriarty suddenly had an illusion, as if the mysterious flower room in front of him was really the quiet residence of the moon god in the world. For some reason, he hesitated and stopped moving forward.

"What? I don't know the garden you gave me? Mody."

At this time, a shadow appeared in the garden, and it was Matil in a purple cloak.

"Haha, is it still what you want?" Seeing the woman appear, Moriarty calmed down instead and walked towards her with a smile.

"Of course I like it." After looking at the approaching man again, Mathil withdrew his gaze and looked at the cluster of beautiful roses in front of him: "I like everything you gave it to."

"Why are you so stupid, Madie?"

Looking at the lonely and self-harm look on Salk Mingzhu's face, Moriarty couldn't help but feel ache in her heart.

A few years ago at the dinner party of the Ensberg family, Moriarty had already made it clear to her that she hoped that they would be friends. At that time, Mathil left the table in a sad way, which attracted a lot of speculation from other nobles. But after Moriarty returned to Brakada, Salk Mingzhu's letters came as usual as if nothing had happened, chatting with him about various interesting things and news coming and going. Moriarty had thought several times

He refused to reply, but he was reluctant to leave after all. Later, when Matil's letter mentioned that the magic roses she sent to her were a little depressed due to insufficient light, Moriarty was even more proud to go to the south to customize a complete set of flower houses made of crystal glass, and transported them back to Kent in batches through the channels of the Doro Chamber of Commerce. Even though the loss was severe due to bumps and other reasons on the way, Moriarty forced to add orders to fill all the consumables before stopping.

"I'm not stupid, I'm just crazy about love."

Mathil raised his head and looked at the man's eyes with a smile, but tears flowed in his eyes.

In her opinion, the glass garden and the magic necklace are just useless things. Only the people in front of her are truly the knots that she cannot forget for thousands of days and nights.

“Matty…”

It was like the dewdrops on the petals. Moriarty looked at the tears that slid across the woman's white cheeks, and wanted to reach out to caress her, but her hands stopped moving in the air.

"boom!"

Suddenly, clusters of red flames flew up in the distance, and then fell to the top of Windsor Castle like a meteor. A piece of sparks splashed like rain in the roar, which looked charming and deadly in the night. That was the demon siegeing the city again.

When Mathil suddenly shook slightly when he heard the blast of the fireball, he seemed to be frightened by the terrifying magic spell.

Looking at the thin figure of the helpless and lonely lotus in the wind, Moriarty could no longer suppress the pity in her heart and gently hugged the woman into her arms.

"Mody..."

It seemed as if I had felt the long-lost warmth, and it seemed that the deepest dream once appeared before me again. Mathil leaned tightly against the man's chest. He called out the other person's name over and over again, as if calling, and as if confirming.

He gently hugged his hands on the woman's waist, and the nose was filled with a hazy fragrance. Moriarty, who had once been determined, lost his direction without realizing it.

In this way, it was like the closest lover, Matil and Moriarty, who snuggled up to each other in the glass garden. A charming atmosphere was like aged wine in a bottle. It gradually became thicker in the flower room.

After a long time, Mathil suddenly gently broke away from the other party's arms. Then, under the man's gaze, she quietly took two steps back, and then gently pulled the silk ribbon on the cloak on her chest.

"Wow!"

It was like a light and agile swimming fish with mud algae removed. The purple cloak fell gently without any worries, revealing a beautiful woman's body.

Under the moonlight, it seems that the jade-carved girl's body exudes a slight radiance. Under the curves like waves, the white reflection of the skin is opposite to the shadow particles composed of hairs and clusters, making people feel so pitiful that they are almost slight, but they are unwilling to give birth to the slightest blasphemy.

Outside the window, the night is as bright as ink, the moonlight turns into water, and the flying fire is as bright as fireworks.

In this transparent crystal flower room, Mathil transformed into the legendary pure and flawless elf of the flower, trembling slightly at the beloved man who was a few steps away.

Waiting, being loved, or despair.

Finally, after a tormenting silence, the man in front of him gently opened his arms. Then, Mathil rushed and threw himself into the other person's arms again, laughing and tears flowing...

And above the Glazed Garden, a light blue transparent figure suddenly shrugged helplessly, and then a blur like water waves, the figure completely disappeared.

Two hours later, Moriarty and Mathil walked out of the flower room hand in hand. At this time, the woman had tied her purple cloak again, leaving no gaps, only a trace of spring scars on her red cheeks.

"Mody, love you!"

Carrying the man's palm, Mathil whispered in a low voice, and tiptoed and kissed him gently on his face.

"I love you too, Madie."

Looking at Matil before her, who gave everything to her, Moriarty looked at the woman gently and said in a deep voice. Since she really couldn't let go of the other party, Moriarty stopped escaping.

"Master Viscount is not asleep yet, I'll go talk to him." Moriarty smiled at Salk Mingzhu again and said directly.

"Mody..." Hearing this sentence, Ruhua's smile immediately bloomed on Mathil's face, but it quickly faded, replaced by worry and shame: "I, go to see my father with you."

"No need, you go back to your room to rest first. You were tired just now." Moriarty shook his head and smiled again.

"Mody!"

When Mathil heard the other party mention the love story in the flower room just now, he was immediately shy and hard to take it. Looking back now, she also felt a little incredible. She actually had the courage to take the initiative to take the initiative to wind with Moriarty several times. The joys in the meantime were really hard to describe. Even Mathil felt that the love that had just been let go of was like a slut.

"Okay, I like it. I like it as...'cute' as you just now." As if he was afraid that he would really annoy the thin-faced Salk Mingzhu, Moriarty stopped teasing and praised seriously.

"Yeah... I just love you... Mody... I love you..."

He really loved the man in front of him. Under the other party's praise and teasing, Mathil only felt a muddy rising from his body, and his cheeks were red again.

Finally, Moriarty did not continue to tease her, but just tightened her cloak and stepped down from the rooftop with her.

Afterwards, Moriarty sent Mathil back to his room, where he had his own personal maid bathed and changed his clothes. Then, he led another servant to Viscount Salk.

The old man was also a little surprised at Moriarty's late-night visit. Before he could replace the armor that had just returned from the city, he welcomed the other party into his living room. Then, at Moriarty's request, all the servants retreated and closed the door of the hall.

In the next hour, the servants who were waiting outside the door heard the viscount's roar several times and a ping-pong sound. However, they had been ordered to open the hall door and spy privately. For this reason, the foreman's supervisor even hurriedly invited the general manager of Windsor Castle to correspond. However, the old housekeeper who had just come from Miss Mathil turned a deaf ear to the abnormal noise in the living room. Instead, he smiled and took care of several servants and waited outside honestly, and did not act rashly.

Finally, the door of the hall, which had been closed for a long time, was slowly opened from the inside. Several servants who were terrified and frightened, immediately stood respectfully, with their eyes low and dared not have any notice of visiting.

"Haha, Mody, that's it! It's time for war now. It's indeed inconvenient. But once the kingdom has eliminated all the demons, the formal ceremony must be carried out as soon as possible!" Amid a burst of laughter, Viscount Salk walked out of the living room first, and there was no look of anger on his face, but his expression was extremely happy.

"Yes, Lord Viscount, I will prepare it."

Compared to this, Moriarty's image seems to be much more embarrassing than before entering the living room. Not only is the robe damaged in many places, but there is even a clear bruise on the corner of her mouth, as if she had just been beaten up.

As for such a strange scene, the servants on both sides dared not react any other than hanging their heads lowered.

When Moriarty left, Viscount Salk went directly to Mathil's room. At this time, Salk Mingzhu had finished washing, put on a nightgown and leaned on the velvet bed, dazed. However, the flush on his cheeks was still bright, and the waves in his eyes were softer as if water could drip out.

"Matty...ah! Are you satisfied now? Why bother?"

Walking into the bedroom and looking at his daughter who looked happy, the old man's face disappeared, and he sighed in a long sigh.

"My father, are you fighting?"

Without answering the Viscount's question, Mathil raised his eyes and smiled interestingly.

"I beat him up!" Seeing his daughter's naughty smile, Viscount Salk was like a helpless old father, nodding and admitting: "But this kid is not bad at all. In addition to the intermediate mage, he didn't expect that he also had the strength of a level 4 warrior, so he would be strong when he was beaten."

“呵呵,您以前总说谁要来娶我,就要先揍人家一顿.现在可是让您得逞了.”似乎并不担心老头与自己爱人间的肢体冲突,玛蒂尔反而高兴地呵呵笑了起来.

"Oh, it would be great if this is the case!" Hearing this, Viscount couldn't help but sigh again, and then looked at her beloved daughter: "Matty, are you really willing to 'share' your husband with other women?"

"Share?" Matil lowered his eyes, his white cheeks as quiet as a baby: "I only know, I love him..."
Chapter completed!