Guild Boss's Ambition

As their lips touched, she whispered like a madman.

"Why? Why did you want to get together with that vixen?"

"Why do you have to do the bad things I told you not to do?"

"Why would a tattoo be in such a private place? Is that still proof of friendship?"

"Bad boy..."

"Must punish..."

As she spoke, her face gradually became scary and ferocious. She kissed and bit me, and tore my clothes without gentleness. She used sex as revenge and poured her anger into my body, but I felt greatly stimulated by this, and even felt a higher level of pleasure and climax because of her scolding and roaring.

Uh-huh…

I couldn't help but moan, and after a series of embarrassing moans, my mind suddenly became clear.

A strong sense of shame surged up like a rising tide.

“What on earth is wrong with me…?”

I opened my eyes with self-pity, and looked at the real world again with absolutely clear thoughts.

At this moment, my vagina was already wet beyond words, and the person in front of me was not the lustful woman named Meng'er, but a silly Lian'er who had not yet been weaned and was sucking my breasts. In addition, there was an elegant old man reading in the middle of the night on the other side of the bed. After noticing that I woke up, she asked with a smile -

"Did you sleep badly?"

I was immediately tickled by her words. From her tone, it was obvious that I had unconsciously made some strange noises while dreaming. And according to the dream just now, I was probably making a lot of body movements. While secretly recalling my mistakes, I was even more sad and angry to find that my fingers were wet...

"I don't usually have that kind of convenient habit..."

“Why…why…”

"Why in front of teacher Isabella..."

“Ahhhhhh!!! It’s over! It’s over! This time the teacher will definitely think I’m a bad kid!”

With a calm expression, the Great Wall in my heart had collapsed like the ancient Lorraine capital four hundred years ago, shattered into pieces, like flour blown away by the wind. I had an unprecedented urge to jump off the building and commit suicide. Why? Why? Why would a girl with a pure mind like me have such a dream?!

Could it be that it’s because I read too many banned books?

I peeked at Teacher Isabella. She had already put down her book and put on a warm coat in the winter night.

"I'm going to get some cookies or something like that for a midnight snack. Would you like some, too, Berlane?"

“Oh… Yeah.”

After Isabella left the room, I quickly got up and went to the bathroom in the room to wash myself as quickly as possible. According to the teacher's pace, it would take her about three minutes to go from my room to the kitchen one way, and a round trip including preparing food would take more than eight minutes. If I didn't wash my hair and only washed my body, I could be back in bed within eight minutes!

To achieve this goal, I took a shower without even preheating the water heater.

When I changed my clothes and walked out of the bathroom in the cold, I heard a faint sound of footsteps at my door.

Soon, Teacher Isabella opened the door and saw me returning to bed after taking a shower.

Perhaps it was my wet hair that betrayed me, and Teacher Isabella noticed my abnormality immediately.

She frowned and replied, "You're taking a shower so late?"

I evaded the question guiltily by saying, "Wash off Lian'er's saliva."

At the same time, Isabella's question also rekindled my hope. If she really noticed that I had such a strange dream, then shouldn't she also know why I went to take a shower so late? Or was it just me who was suspicious, and the teacher was actually concentrating on studying and had no idea?

Uh……

So annoying...

Looking at teacher Isabella quietly making tea for me, my heart was filled with confusion.

After brewing the tea, the teacher said, as if hinting at something: "If I were the one who couldn't sleep today, I would go read and write. Quiet reading can relax the mind and regulate the body's breath. Sleep is such a wonderful thing. If you are always absent-minded, some people just can't fall asleep no matter how hard you try."

Eh?

"Could it be that the teacher thought I couldn't sleep, so he secretly hid under the covers and... and...?"

“Not good…”

"The more I think about it, the worse it gets..."

I was shocked by myself, but I didn't let myself dwell on the same problem for too long. People with the name Ehard are known for being decisive. We are not used to waiting for a better opportunity. We understand that a short pain is worse than a long one.

Therefore, I did not hesitate any longer, but went straight to the point and confessed to Teacher Isabella.

"Teacher, I'm not unable to sleep, I just woke up because of a wet dream."

I told the truth, and Teacher Isabella responded with a surprised look.

Then, she smiled and said, "I was originally thinking about how to pretend that I didn't notice it, but now that you have the courage to say it, it will be much easier. That... although I have never had an experience like yours, I have heard of many friends who had the same experience as you when I was young. This is a normal physiological reaction, and you don't need to worry too much."

The topic that would have caused me to feel embarrassed did not create a rift between me and teacher Isabella after I confessed it. This was all because the teacher was a sensible person, and as a mother herself she had experience in that area. Even if I said such shocking words to her face, she would at most just laugh secretly in her heart.

Yeah! That’s right!

"By the way, teacher, where is your daughter now?"

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69. Cecilia (Blanny)

(Branny Erhard)

"By the way, teacher, where is your daughter now?"

Yes, teacher Isabella, who lives alone, is a mother with children. I remember she said she had a daughter who was an adventurer mercenary, but I have never met her daughter in person. Judging from the teacher's usual tone, there is probably an invisible barrier between the mother and daughter, which is also a thorn in the teacher's heart.

The teacher said sadly: "It's okay, she is capable of taking care of herself."

I asked worriedly, "Isn't she in Mopolis?"

Isabella lowered her eyes and said, "I don't know either. She rarely contacts me early, and I don't know how to contact her. Her friends told me that she seems to be doing something dangerous. Ever since that man appeared in her life, she has become timid, as if she is afraid of something, and even ran away from home."

"The teacher's daughter is thirty years old this year?"

"She's thirty-six. She disappeared when she was fifteen. I haven't seen her for twenty-one years."

With the teacher's personality, she must have had a hard time looking for her daughter at that time. And ten years ago, her husband passed away. In the end, she was left with only a pet demon cat to keep her company in the bell tower. I think she must have been extremely lonely. But no matter how much she missed her daughter, how could an old woman like her look for someone who was avoiding her in this world?

"Teacher, do you want to find your daughter back?"

"She's deliberately avoiding me, so why should I go find her and cause her extra trouble?"

It is also true that Isabella's daughter had not seen her mother for a long time because of some special considerations. It might not be a sign of unfilial piety, but it might just be a helpless choice. But on the other hand, she still sent letters to the teacher privately. Doesn't that mean she did not intend to completely cut off contact with the teacher?

"Teacher, what is the main content of the letter that your daughter wrote to you?" I asked.

"She just simply told me that she was safe. She never revealed her whereabouts and never asked me for anything. She apologized to us every time in the letter, but she just didn't want to come back to us. You told me not to look for her, otherwise something very bad might happen." The teacher said worriedly.

For some reason, I always have a strange premonition about the whereabouts of the teacher's daughter. It's like a flash of insight into the author's foreshadowing when reading a novel. As long as you grasp the foreshadowing and hidden threads left by the author, many classic stories that are considered dull will have a different flavor, as if it is a game between the author and the reader.

With inexplicable inspiration, I tried to give some suggestions to my teacher.

"Teacher, we in the Stone House can help you."

Unfortunately, the teacher didn't seem very interested in my suggestion. She shook her head and said, "Cecilia has been a sensible and precocious child since she was young. She must have a reason for asking us not to look for her. What I'm worried about is that she will get into trouble or even be in danger of her life if we find her."

Cecilia was the name of Isabella's daughter.

However, despite the teacher's opposition, I still vaguely felt that something was wrong.

I tried to propose a compromise: "We can secretly collect intelligence on your daughter."

The teacher still felt uneasy: "No matter how good a stalker is, there will be a day when his whereabouts will be exposed."

I insisted, "Don't imagine your enemies to be too powerful."

At this time, teacher Isabella, who was immersed in the sadness of the past, finally noticed my abnormality and frowned and asked, "My loyal Berlane, what makes you so concerned about Cecilia's affairs? You should not have met my daughter yet, right?"

I answered truthfully: "No, I just had a strong hunch that I wanted to find your daughter, teacher."

After a pause, I further explained: "This is the premonition given to me by the adventurer's life and books."

Hearing this, Teacher Isabella was distracted for a moment, then she reminded him, "Stories in books are just stories. Not every story can be connected to real life. Moreover, whether it is the real world or the world of books, we must pay attention to logic and evidence. We cannot simply rely on premonitions. Berlane, have you found any real foreshadowing in this matter?"

I thought about it and made a sudden request.

"Teacher Isabella, can I see the letters between you and your daughter?"

"I told you, that didn't leave any useful information. She was always very careful."

"Teacher, there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of ten thousand people."

"I got you……"

Talking about the letters between her and her daughter, Teacher Isabella showed rare emotion, but she finally agreed to my request: "Well, since you are so thoughtful, I will return to the bell tower to sort out the letters for you after the wrath of nature is over, but I hope you will not send anyone to look for Cecilia before getting my consent."

"I understand, Miss Isabella. I will treasure the letter."

After getting my promise, Teacher Isabella yawned sleepily. Her biological clock is different from that of ordinary humans. She has to wait until three o'clock in the morning to go to bed, but what is admirable is that even if she only sleeps four hours a day, she is still full of energy the next day. In her own words, she has had a special physique since she was a child.

So she quickly finished her midnight snack, went to the bathroom to wash and brush her teeth, and then lay down on my bed to sleep.

No matter how many times you see her, the old teacher Isabella is indeed enviably graceful. That grace does not age, her face also bears the marks of time, but her gestures are so graceful that they seem like wind chimes hanging on the window, ringing in people's hearts at different times of the year. Coupled with her kind and beautiful face, she seems even more approachable.

According to the time, I should have gone back to bed and slept again.

But because of that dream and the cold water in the shower, I am now awake enough to play the piano and compose music. Even if I force myself to fall asleep, I will probably just stare at the dark ceiling in a daze. But the teacher's advice is more practical. If you can't sleep, don't go to bed. Anyway, it's already three o'clock in the morning, so just think of it as getting up three hours early.

After quietly eating the biscuits that the teacher brought, she packed up the remaining wrapping paper and the garbage in the trash can, and walked out of the room with the bag, heading to the second floor where the garbage of tenants was collected. And as if it was arranged by God, Meng Er also came to throw away the garbage, and she looked sleepy.

The next moment they saw each other, the sister immediately smiled with joy.

"My dear Brannie, it's so late, why don't you go to bed? Reading at night is not good for your eyes."

"No, I'm just getting enough sleep, sis?"

Hearing this, Sister Meng'er yawned and looked away strangely: "As for me, I woke up because of a nightmare, but it's not a big deal. After waking up, I started to suffer from insomnia, and then I was hungry. It wasn't until I was full that I felt a little sleepy. However, even if I climb into bed now, I will probably have to drink a few more cups of coffee tomorrow."

Having a nightmare?

"What kind of nightmares does my sister have?" I asked.

When asked about it, Sister Meng Er immediately showed a suspicious expression and stammered, "You asked what kind of nightmare it was - how should I put it? How should I describe it? What kind of dream was it actually? Um... I forgot! Although the dream gave me a terrible feeling, after I fell asleep, I couldn't remember the content of the dream at all!"

Although I felt that my sister seemed to be hiding something, I didn't continue to ask because I had just had a difficult dream. I just changed the subject and asked about Xiao Lan: "Sister, how long will you keep Xiao Lan under close protection? Lian'er misses her very much. She is not used to it without Xiao Lan by her side."

Sister Meng'er looked around and made sure there were no other idle people around before she told me the inside story in a serious tone: "We have set up a bait, and I believe there will be results in the next few days. You can help take care of Lian'er for a few more days, and especially in the next few days, don't let Lian'er stay with Xiaolan, understand?"

I nodded to show that I understood and then talked about another thing.

"Sister, aren't you going to send someone to look for Grandpa?"

"I wanted to find him, but Hai Lao didn't recommend this approach."

"He said grandpa was doing his own thing and it would be useless even if we contacted him."

It is precisely because there are relatives in my family who have been missing for a long time that I can deeply understand my teacher's sorrow. However, her situation is even more miserable. Abandoned by her daughter, she is completely alone. Even though she has me and Lian'er around her, the old woman's heart is still tied to her own flesh and blood, and she will never be able to let go.

I think……

Teacher Isabella's mood is the same as mine at this moment.

"Even if he doesn't want to come back, I really want to see him."

Meng'er gently put his arm around my shoulders and said with a smile, "That's right. Even if he doesn't want to come back, it won't stop us from seeing him. When Xiaolan's matter is over and the problem of Nature's Wrath is solved, I will try to send people to find his whereabouts. The Bright Alliance is so small, I don't believe that an old man like him can hide from us two granddaughters for the rest of our lives."

Feeling the warmth of my sister's touch on my shoulder, I couldn't help but recall the dream just now. I couldn't help but panic and pushed her away involuntarily, making her look confused.

"Is there something wrong?" she asked.

"I'm going to go back to study. You should go to bed early too."

I made up an excuse and fled with a heart full of shame.

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70. My haunt is called the rooftop (Little Blue)

(Ulu-Lannon)

The midday sun is clear and beautiful, with no clouds in the sky.