Chapter 221 Beauty

The escape route that Bereal selected in advance was quite clever.

It was a route conceived based on the layout of the building. In Beller's original plan, even if he was attacked by vampires, he was very sure to escape from the house to the street. For this, he secretly smashed a thin wall with a hammer and made a small door that he could pass through.

Perhaps because of the intense exercise, the effect of the smoke was obviously strengthened. When Beller rushed to the street, he clearly felt his feet suddenly weak and he fell to his knees on the street.

"Huff...Huff..." He breathed quickly and tried his best to use the cold wind at night to restore his mind to wake up.

"Here!" Beller heard a voice and shouted. He saw a figure rushing towards him from the slant. The black shadow was holding a shaky weapon in his hand, which should be a long dagger. This was supposed to be the guard post responsible for the wind watching, but he was lucky enough to meet a big fish.

"He can't run!" Accompanied by this surprise cry, the dagger turned into a flash in the night sky and rushed straight to Beller.

Beller is not the kind of soldier who has outstanding individual fighting skills, but this does not mean that he cannot use a sword. Although his hands and feet are a little uncontrollable at this time, at the critical moment of life and death, all the past training comes back to his body. Draw the sword, throw the sheath, wave, and stab it straight, and four movements are completed in one go. When he calmed down, he realized that he had pierced the other party's chest with one sword.

The assassin let out an incredible moan, blood foam spurted out of his mouth, and the dagger slid to the ground with a bang.

Now Berel can see that this person is a very ordinary person. From the details of body, hands and feet, he can analyze that this is not a person who has been trained in combat. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have taken a weapon like a dagger, nor would he be stabbed by the already weak Berel's sword.

Not a professional assassin? Oh...yes, usually the one who is responsible for the periphery is the one with the worst hands-on ability.

Berel gasped and took back his sword. He wanted to take a step, but found that his sword could not be firmly pinched. The drug was slowly and steadily exerting results. In fact, if the assassin came over a little later just now, he would probably have to be slaughtered.

Belle staggered forward. His mind was drowsy, knowing that he had to stay away, the farther the better, because the killers who rushed into the house would soon chase him out. I don’t know how long it took, and I don’t know how many roads he had walked. Belle felt in a daze that there were several people in front of him blocking the way.

Although his mind was already very confused, his instinct still told him that the people in front of him were carrying weapons. On this night, there must be no good things for those who carry weapons.

"Oh, I'm so unwilling to die like this..." Beller's last bit of intelligence sighed. His feet staggered forward two more steps and found that he hit a soft thing. It was a human body, and a woman's body.

His mind was no longer able to think, and his body was completely numb. The wisdom he once proud of was also completely submerged in the drug. At this moment, he had only a simple and ridiculous idea.

"Yeah, I ended up dying on a woman? This is not the most regrettable ending... I hope it's a beauty..."

My head is so heavy... my body is... damn it. I didn't put the pillow properly, and my neck hurts...

Berel suddenly opened his eyes. What he saw was the ceiling of a room - it was a wooden ceiling painted in vermilion, and the wooden boards were clearly visible.

"This way... it should not be considered heaven or hell, right?" Berel said to himself. "It seems that I am not dead yet."

He tried to raise his hands and found that although he was a little uncomfortable, it was not difficult. Then he turned over and sat up, carefully observing the situation around him.

He had just been lying in a small room. It was a very small room, with only a bed (that is where he lay), a table, two stools, and a sofa next to it. On the table was a wine bottle and a few upside-down cups. Then one more time was a door, which was a thick wooden door.

Although you can tell at a glance that the door is very thick... but it doesn't look like the door of an imprisonment room no matter how you look. Not to mention anything else, the door is covered with leather. Berel has seen this arrangement for sound insulation.

He looked at himself again. He was still wearing pajamas and had no shackles and chains on his hands and feet.

He stood up, came to the door, took a deep breath, and then grabbed the door handle and pulled it inside.

The door opened smoothly. Various noises came from outside. Beller found a corridor in front of him, with men and women walking around. Someone looked at Beller, but no one stopped.

Where is this? Well? I should have been assassinated? But... did I drink too much yesterday and have hallucinations? What's going on? Did I drink?

"Are you awake?" A voice rang out. Beller turned his head and saw a tall young woman standing in front of him.

The woman walked towards him, and Berel instinctively took a step back and retreated into the room. The woman also walked in and brought the door with her after entering.

"This... this lady..." Even Belar didn't know how to speak. Perhaps Mixiang's effect was still a last touch. His mind was in chaos at this moment, and he had not yet distinguished between reality and dream.

The woman pushed him hard. On the one hand, Beller was caught off guard, and on the other hand, his body had not yet fully recovered, so he couldn't hold back for a while. She stepped back several steps and sat on the bed.

"Well, you don't look like you have recovered yet," said the woman. At this time, Beller noticed the woman's appearance. This woman looks in her twenties and is wearing a low-cut long dress that can highlight her figure. She is very suitable to describe it in a poem that Beller has heard: this is a beautiful and graceful beauty. If you change the occasion, for example, at this time, she might be amazed by the audience.

"Hungry? Or thirsty? This bottle of wine is a high-end product, famous for cooling and quenching thirst."

"May I ask..." Beller felt that the problem of food and drink could be temporarily suspended, and he had to understand his situation.

"Last night, you staggered over here." The woman said carelessly in a very unladyful tone. "Just thrown into my arms. If someone else is changed, I will sink him directly! But I am very lucky. I recognized you as General Berel, the uneasy reinforcements sent by Tiberius... Although they are uneasy, they are also reinforcements. So I will bring you back and let you lie in my room for a night."

"This is really abrupt..." Beller's first reaction was that he felt that this was a trap. But when he thought about it carefully, he felt that the trap was not valid because it was not beneficial.

"There is no need to apologize or something. Just give me the room fee."

"May I ask, are I lucky enough to know the name of the beauty in front of me?"

"Even if you apply honey on your mouth, I won't give it a discount. My name is Rotia, the owner of this store."

Rotia, this name is so familiar... Wait, isn't that the mysterious temporary tutor of the little queen? Berel couldn't help but look up and down the woman in front of her again. Indeed, in terms of beauty, this woman has almost no shortcomings, but when it comes to knowledge and upbringing, this is probably a big problem.

Berel is also an important official of the kingdom. He has seen no noble women, and there are eight thousand, and there are naturally various types of these women. So he is 100% sure that the expression and temperament of this woman who claims to be Rotia can show that she is not a scholar (there are many scholars from ordinary origins). In other words, there must be unknown inside stories about this woman becoming a tutor for the queen.

Berel even began to doubt whether this woman who claimed to be Rotia was the one he expected. The same name was not a strange thing. Not to mention anything else, even rare and even difficult-to-mouthed names like "Ashu Rufate" can be used for several rounds.

"Ah, sorry, look at me wearing pajamas..." Beller made a gesture, indicating that there was no pocket on the pajamas, and naturally he wouldn't bring any money without a pocket.

Rotia stood up like this and came closer, as if trying to check if there were any hidden bags in Belar's clothes.

Her action seemed to be unintentional, but it had a very obvious effect - in this position, Beller's vision could easily cross the other party's neckline and penetrate deep into the interior.

"Wait, ma'am, you're like this..." Beller made a blocking move. "It's so indecent."

Rotia was stunned for a moment, and suddenly, she began to laugh loudly, and she was so angry that she could not breathe.

"Ha...ha... According to legend, General Beral of Tiberius...is a devout believer who is conservative and virginity... I thought it was fake, but I didn't expect it to be true!"

Belle rarely has such a difficult situation. In his private life, the church has always spared no effort to promote him, using him as a typical example of the "living saints". As we all know, the church has always promoted restraint and control desires, but there are too few aristocrats of this type. In addition, Belle's own identity, status, merits and other factors, even if someone laughs at him, he will only talk about it secretly behind his back. To be honest, no one has ever ridiculed Belle in person like this, so that he didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Really or false?" Rotia stood up and took a step forward. She deliberately twisted her waist to highlight her outstanding talent and capital.

Berel immediately instinctively distracted his eyes. However, he could control his eyes, but could not control Rotia's movements. Rorel sat next to him and wrapped his hands around Berel's shoulders with his hands. This movement was wonderful, because when Berel wanted to push her away, he found that his hands were in the important position of Rorel. So he didn't dare to exert force, so he could only shrink his hands back.

"I really didn't expect...ah... I probably couldn't believe it." Belle clearly felt the feminine aura fluttering in his ears, "Our general is actually... a young man?"

Rotia approached forward, and Berel could only retreat. Because he was already sitting on the bed, his body involuntarily fell backwards and became lying on the bed, while Rotia was half-pressing and half-behind him.

A "creaking" sound of the wooden door switch sounded. The two of them looked at the door alertly at the same time and saw that the door of the room was pushed open from outside.
Chapter completed!