Shut up, I don't want to have children with you anymore.

In the end, the bad answer would undoubtedly result in the teacher making him stand in the corner as punishment.

It was also the hint of loss in the girl's eyes when she looked away.

How to make up for it?

There is no way to make up for it.

After class, how can you have the nerve to go to a girl and tell her the joke you have prepared for two classes?

And those few words of Leon were much simpler than the answer to any question.

But he still didn't do it well.

Slaying dragons, taking care of his daughter, investigating clues, uncovering the conspiracy of those in power... None of these things he was good at could help him at this moment.

Leon's only consolation now is that Rossweisse will probably forget about this matter tomorrow.

Or, pretend to forget.

Can't remember anything.

It was all just drunken talk.

What's the unfinished 'I like'? The last word doesn't matter at all, right...?

"Leon."

When I came to my senses, I smelled a familiar and pleasant body scent in front of me.

There was also weight in the thighs.

It's Rossweisse.

She sat on Leon's lap, one arm around his neck and the other holding the wine glass.

She took a sip in front of Leon, but didn't drink it all. Instead, she handed the glass to Leon's mouth.

The side of the cup facing Leon is pure and transparent;

On the opposite side, there was a faint lipstick mark left by Rossweisse.

He pursed his lips, raised his hand and gently held Rossweisse's hand, then slowly turned the wine glass in her hand half a circle.

He pointed the lipstick-marked cup towards himself.

Then he leaned over and drank the rest of the red wine in the glass.

The aroma of wine mixed with the fragrance of her lips was intoxicating.

Rossweisse put the cup aside and put her arms around Leon's neck.

She leaned forward and gently caressed his skin with the tip of her delicate nose.

The hot breath from the man gently sprayed on her face.

He was so nervous and his heart was beating so fast.

Rossweisse used her thumb to play with Leon's hot earlobe, put their foreheads together, and whispered,

"What you just said...I didn't hear it clearly. Now that you're closer, say it again."

That girl gave you a chance, you can still go and make her happy.

Leon raised his eyes and met those warm and soft lips.

"Melkwe, I like you."

Starry night, cicadas chirping, red wine as companion.

Who doesn’t want to use the excuse of drinking to speak their mind?

Chapter 233: 41 Casmode (two in one)

The maids felt that His Majesty was in a good mood today.

No.

Not very good.

It is very, very, very good.

Why do the maids feel this way?

Because the boss, who is known for being a workaholic, let them leave early for the second day in a row.

Not only that, His Majesty was smiling all day long, unlike his usual stern face.

When she has finished a tough job, she even hums a nice tune.

To sum up, the maids made two bold guesses:

Your Majesty may be pregnant with a third child;

Your Majesty may be preparing for a third child.

"I've already let you off early. Why are you still gathering here instead of going back to rest?"

On the throne of the temple, Rossweisse was working at her desk, not even looking up.

The maids immediately nodded and bowed, not speculating too much about His Majesty's abnormal behavior today, and left the temple one after another.

When Rossweisse was left alone, she unconsciously hummed a cheerful little tune again.

In the fifty years since she ascended the throne, she has rarely been as happy as she is now.

In the past fifty years, she has been repeating the same day almost every day:

Get up, wash, breakfast, work, lunch, work, dinner, overtime, rest.

Week after week, year after year.

The long lifespan of the dragon race is like a sea that has no end in sight, and Rossweisse is a lone boat in the sea, drifting aimlessly, letting the wind and waves take her farther.

But what is beyond?

There is still endless sea water.

The same was true of her job. She would finish processing the mountain of work logs the night before, but when she came the next day, another mountain would rise from the ground.

Rossweisse never complained.

Because she knew complaining was useless.

What's more, she is the king of the silver dragons. In the eyes of her tribe, she is the leader, the faith, and the spiritual sustenance. She cannot show fear or retreat in the face of anything.

And does she like being a king? Does she like facing endless work? Does she like spending half of her life in this cage called the throne?

she does not know.

She thought she would get tired of this kind of life after a while.

But in the end, there was no sadness or joy. Rossweisse did not feel disgusted by it, let alone like it.

Her heart was like a quiet forest. Occasionally a few birds would fly out of it, but other than that, there was no other disturbance.

What she never expected was that the person who could fill her monotonous life with joy would be a human being.

That idiot who had no special skills except slaying dragons and taking care of babies, could make her obsessed with him just by saying "I like you" after being drunk. Rossweisse couldn't help but ask herself if she was really attracted to him.

But he is a human being, and an enemy who likes to go against her. Why should she be attracted to him?

The Silver Dragon Queen has solved countless problems for her tribe, but when it comes to herself, she can never think of a way out.

Unfortunately, she couldn't ask anyone for help.

The only person who can reveal the secrets in her heart is herself.

The sound of footsteps suddenly rang out in the temple, interrupting Rossweisse's thoughts.

She looked up and saw whoever she was talking about had arrived.

Leon was carrying two buckets of paint in his hands, and in the tool bag on his waist there were many brushes of different sizes and two anti-dirty navy blue aprons.

Rossweisse looked up and down at Leon's outfit. "Why, you were laid off from your job as a dragon slayer and found a new job as a glorious...painter?"

Leon grinned, did not respond to Rossweisse's teasing, and walked over.

"I have stipulated before that no one is allowed to bring paint or other things into the temple, otherwise half a month's salary will be deducted."

She has a mild obsession with mysophobia, and things like paint have a strong odor and are difficult to clean up if they are spilled.

But even though she said this, she didn't actually stop Leon from coming over.

Well, because dog men have no paychecks to deduct.

She put down the pen in her hand, held her chin with one hand, and looked down at Leon under the throne.

Leon also raised his head and looked back at her, “When do you get off work?”

"It depends on my mood. What's up? Is there something wrong?"

"Do me a favor and change the color of the black and gold chariot."

When Rossweisse heard this, she immediately became interested.

"Okay, let's go."

She closed her work journal, stood up from her throne, lifted her skirt, and walked quickly down the steps.

Leon was stunned, “So decisive? Isn’t it time to get off work yet?”

"I've already said it depends on my mood."

Leon raised an eyebrow, "What? You mean you are in a good mood now?"

"You're talking too much nonsense. Are you going or not?"

"Go, go, go."

The couple walked side by side and left the Silver Dragon Temple.

Arriving at the private warehouse set up by Rossweisse in the back mountain, the two walked in one after the other.

When he was in the Dragon Slayer Army, the dragons he fought against didn't know his name or appearance, and only described him as "a man in black armor."

Gradually, this name spread among the dragon clan.

After all, it would be impossible not to spread the news that a foreigner was controlling thunder and lightning all day and would chop down dragons whenever he saw them.

Just like what Rossweisse's grandmother said the day before yesterday.

Before he put on the black and gold chariot again and stepped onto the battlefield, in order to avoid suspicion from the members of the Silver Dragon Clan, he casually took some silver paint and threw it on his armor. Under the cover of night, no one recognized him.

But this crude disguise can only conceal the truth for a while, not forever.

Leon had a feeling that he would have to stay with Rossweisse for a long time, at least until the empire's conspiracy was exposed.

Considering the possibility that the Empire might become desperate and send a few more Dragon Kings to Leon, Leon decided to prepare in advance and not sharpen his weapon at the last minute like Constantine did last time.

After explaining to Rossweisse why they needed to change the skin of the Black Gold Chariot, the two took out the various parts of the armor one by one, tied on aprons to prevent dirt, and then sat on the ground to start this "armor spa".

"Come to think of it, why don't you ask your daughters for help? Isn't Noa back?"

Rossweisse held the helmet of the black-gold chariot in her arms and carefully painted it.

Leon hesitated a little, "They...are accompanying the old lady. This is the first time for both parties to meet, so I will definitely not disturb them."

That's a good reason.

But Noah came back yesterday, and the three daughters slept with their great-grandmother yesterday.

It's almost evening today, so it's been a whole day. No matter how close the generations are, they shouldn't stick together all the time, right?

If Leon just says "Who wants to help Dad paint", Noa and Moon will probably rush to come.

What? Xiao Guang?

Xiao Guang can't even walk properly, so just stay in the room.

What's more, the daughters don't know the origin of the armor, so helping them won't be tiring and it can also enhance the relationship between father and daughter.

Thinking of this, Rossweisse's mind moved slightly, and the bad water in her stomach surged, "Oh, so you don't want to disturb the children and the old lady."

Lion stole a glance at the dragoness, then replied muffledly, "Yeah."

"Ah." Rossweisse pretended to be disappointed.

"What are you sighing about?" Leon asked.