Versatile Mage: I was reborn as Mo Fan

"Of course. I heard that Your Highness the Goddess came here to seek justice for a Golden Knight of the Rhine Family. I also can't stand some people who are tyrannical and disregard the law. If there is anything you need, Your Highness the Goddess, please feel free to ask. We, the Casa family, will definitely help you." The elder said respectfully.

After saying this, the elder led his entourage and left the Hall of the Gods. Suddenly, only Mo Fan, Yizhisha, and the statue bodyguards behind Yizhisha were left in the Hall of the Gods.

“You don’t seem strange?” Yizhisha looked at Mo Fan without any fluctuation, with a slight doubt.

"What's so strange about this?" Mo Fan shrugged.

At this moment, Yizhisha, who had been very calm before, looked at Mo Fan and became a little defensive.

Obviously, this boy is not just a reckless man!
"It's your business to make friends with the Casa family. But I want to remind you that the young duke of the Casa family actually has contact with Saran." Mo Fan said.

Yizhisha paused, which made her doubt a little.

No matter what, Mo Fan is on Ye Xinxia's side.

She didn't think that Mo Fan would be kind enough to remind her.

“Whether you believe it or not is up to you. Besides, you know how to check it out.” Mo Fan continued.

Afterwards, Mo Fan followed the maid's instructions and went to Bran's concubine's residence. At this moment, if nothing unexpected happened, Bran's concubine should also need him.

"This is the cabin where Miss Bran lives. When you want to go back to the Temple of the Gods, please ring the bell and we will send a sleigh to pick you up." The maid said to Mo Fan politely.

"Okay." Mo Fan nodded.

After knocking on the door of Branqi's room, Branqi asked, and when she knew it was Mo Fan visiting, she invited Mo Fan in.

It was very cold outside, with heavy snow mixed with the howling wind, but it was exceptionally warm inside. The flame in the fireplace was very strong, and even without lighting, it could illuminate this comfortable and clean room.

"What's wrong? Aren't you going to rest?" Blanche closed the door to prevent it from creaking in the wind.

"I originally wanted to go see Edith." Mo Fan said casually.

"She has been detained. If you want to see her, you will probably have to go through some cumbersome procedures. After all, only people in the Inquisition are qualified to interrogate prisoners in the Inquisition." Concubine Bran spoke a little quickly.

"Oh, is that so?" Mo Fan took a look at her and realized that something was not right with her.

"What's the matter?" asked Bran.

"Nothing, I just want to know why he poisoned Hekasa."

"Oh, oh, you've been very busy these days, so don't think about it anymore. It must be cold outside. I made some tea for you to drink to warm your body. Next, you should worry about yourself, because the Rhine Family will not let you go easily." Concubine Bran walked to the fireplace and started to make tea.

Mo Fan casually looked at the wooden wall on the other side. The flames of the fireplace reflected the figure of Branquil. Her long legs and perfectly curved hips were swaying in the flames, revealing a different kind of charm. The room was warm. She was probably not used to wearing those tight and narrow jeans. After she got to her room, she changed into a pair of thin silk trousers. I think she wore them when she went out to sleep. But Branquil didn't expect someone to visit at this time. When she heard Mo Fan's voice, she thought it was something important and forgot to change.

Mo Fan first saw the graceful and enchanting shadow, then his eyes fell on Concubine Bran's long legs, and slowly looked up.
There is always someone better than you.
“I’m sorry. Maybe I haven’t had enough rest because I’ve been busy with school affairs these days. Maybe I caught a cold when I came here. I seem to be a little sick.” Bran found that Mo Fan had been staring at her. She thought he could see through her condition, so she explained.

Mo Fan came back to his senses and immediately said, "Teacher Branqi, are you sick?"

"Well, it's just a low-grade fever. I drank some Qinglan tea after dinner. It should be fine after a good sleep." Concubine Bran came over with the tea, bent down slightly and placed the coaster on the table next to Mo Fan.

This action immediately made Mo Fan feel what it meant to smell a fragrant scent, and from such a close distance he could clearly see the redness on her cheeks.

“Oh, then I won’t disturb you anymore. You should go to bed early.” Mo Fan said casually.

But he had no intention of getting up.

"It's okay. I haven't had time to thank you properly yet. You should drink some tea to warm yourself up first." Bran's concubine spoke a little faster, and there were even some words with strange pronunciation.

Mo Fan looked up at her again and found that her face was flushed red, and her pair of silver moon-like eyes were a little blurry, not as clear as a lake as usual. Moreover, she was very close to him when she spoke, so her breathing was not that even.

"Your tea is good. What kind of tea is it?" Mo Fan continued.

"Qinglan tea, that's what I'm making now." Blanche said, picking up the tea cup and taking a few more sips.

After taking a few sips, Bran found that her body was getting even hotter. The hot tea passed through her throat and entered her stomach, where it evaporated into streams of hot air, steaming every part of her body. Not only did it make her head even more dizzy, but her heart was beating violently when she looked at the man in front of her!

“If you don’t feel well, I’ll go back first.” Mo Fan said again.

It can be seen that at this time, Concubine Bran should have been confused~
"It's really okay. Actually, I want to talk to you too." Branqi did not let Mo Fan leave, and her tone was clearly trying to keep him.

“This…” Mo Fan pretended to be hesitant.

But Bran looked at him and moved closer. For a moment, her silver moon-like eyes were about to overflow with tears.
Mo Fan never thought of himself as a gentleman.
It was late at night, and the snow was falling as lightly as clothes falling off.

The fire in the house crackled, and the heavy roars of fire rose and fell, each of which could be heard clearly.

The snow kept falling without stopping. From time to time, you could hear the snow piled up on the eaves collapsing, but the noise did not disturb people's sweet dreams.

At this moment, Bran concubine raised her head slightly, her eyes flowing like water, gently falling on Mo Fan's resolute face. Mo Fan felt the burning gaze, slowly turned his head, and the moment their eyes met, it seemed as if time had stopped.

Bran's cheeks flushed, and Mo Fan's eyes were filled with undisguised passion and desire. He couldn't help but reach out his hand and gently touch Bran's hair. His fingers slid down her hair and rested on her cheek.
Bran concubine trembled slightly, but did not dodge, but slightly closed her eyes and bit her lips, as if she was expecting something. Seeing this, Mo Fan's heart was moved, and he slowly approached. The breath of the two intertwined, and the ambiguous atmosphere became stronger, as if a raging fire would ignite in the next second.

I don't know how long it has been, the snow outside the window is still falling, and the two people in the house are getting closer and closer.
(End of this chapter)