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“What do you do?” Delphine was a little scared and pale, and she was totally two people compared to her last night’s boldness.

But the next moment. She felt a sharp thorn into her mind.

She couldn’t help but called out pitifully.

When prime minister’s daughter reawakened, it was already an hour or two after she was immediately opened in the eyes, and subconsciously touched one’s own forehead.

“I…had you died?” She looked back at Brando. She clearly felt that she was dead, Brando directly destroyed her Will with spell, and the feeling of death was so clear and desperate.

But the next moment, the prime minister’s daughter reacted.

She absentmindedly looking at Brando, some bitterly said: “Planeswalker…”

“I’m sorry.” Brando looked at her. “I have to do this. I believe you should understand why, but in any case, you are welcome to join my camp. I hope you can adapt to one’s own new identity.”

“…you are not an imperial person. Your hair color and twilight all indicate that the Nederhoven family owns Miirna’s bloodline. They are also the earliest generation of Necromancer. Deck chose you so much, I can’t change it?”

“Death Moon Deck…”

Prime minister’s daughter absentmindedly sitting there, then revealing a calm expression. She sighed: “If you lose your freedom, then I am not a female slave of Lord Count…”

“Slave doesn’t…” Brando thought of Ciel and Medissa, but thought it was not that serious.

He shook his head and said: “I will not interfere too much with your freedom, Miss Delphine, this is just to guard against your betrayal. This is the only way I can trust you and you -“

But he hadn’t finished talking yet, but he widened his eyes and saw Delphine crawling over the bed. He pressed him to the bed. The girl lowered her head and said in his ear with a tempting voice:

“it doesn’t matter. Lord Count, I like this identity, this is the transaction between us, please let your slave girl serve you…”

The girl gently licked his earlobe. Exhaled like a blue scent hit his face, Brando looked at the purple crystal-like eyes full of intoxicating colors, and fixedly staring at himself, only feeling the brain ‘嗡’.

“fuck me, this crazy woman turned out to be shaking m…”

He was confused in his mind and felt as if he had mistakenly sipped the wine of Hove Watt and was drunk in the confusion.

……

“Mr. Liu. Miss Delphine is nothing, she hasn’t come out yet?”

Feng Huo was in a Chinese costume, standing on the side of the ship, quietly watching the fog rising like a wall rising from the distance n_ strait, and suddenly asked Mr. Liu to the side:

“I didn’t see her for breakfast. The time for lunch has been so long. I am worried. She has been working hard to take care of the teacher day and night. Do you want to let the next person see it.”

Mr. Liu coughed a little: “No, I think Miss Delphine has one’s own plan.”

Feng Huo seems to understand, she silently nodded: “Miss Delphine is the teacher’s fiancée?”

“Probably yes…”

Mr. Liu glanced at the door leading to the cockpit and shook his head silently.

At this time, Brando and Delphine just opened the door and walked out of the cockpit. The two of them heard the conversation between Feng Huo and Mr. Liu. The two of them looked awkward and could not help but blush.

Feng Huo looked back and stared at the two eyes, childish. “You wake up, teacher, ah, Miss Delphine…you look so beautiful today…”

Prime minister’s daughter slightly startled, then the face is redder.

……

(ps: This is a long-awaited Brando’s blood, it was said in the group more than a year ago, plus the story is also written here, but it is still cautious when writing, after all, the wind is committed, relying on, I am also The character is not good, look at my dedication, the bears give a monthly pass.)

“Have you ever tried to get through this fog?”

Brando supported the ship’s side, and the expression looked at the sea-like fog on the sea with a dignified look.

n_Strait north-south, on a clear day, looking east, you can clearly see the coastline in the direction of the Swift Plain, but at this moment the central part of the strait is covered with a fog, the fog itself seems to be still, like One wall is perpendicular to the center of the strait, and its dividing line is as if it is unaffected by currents and sea breeze.

Brando looked up at the sky, the weather is fine, it is not rainy, and there is only a breeze on the sea. Plus, Mr. Liu mentioned that the sea conditions of the n_ channel have always been excellent. According to his only knowledge of navigation, this is not the formation of the sea. The weather in the fog.

The undead sailor lifted the thermometer from the waterline and reported a reading to Targus. The sea temperature difference was normal, and the vampire noble was a one-on-one style. The latter recorded the data and handed it to Brando.

Brando glanced at it, thinking that this was not an aerosol formed by evaporation.