Today's princess is still cute

After the selection is completed, it is natural to settle the bill.

"Two standard military swords, a crossbow with thirty cross arrows, all of excellent quality, a bottle of two-headed lizard venom, a set of hooks, and five smoke bombs. Is that all?"

"And that's all."

"One hundred and seventy-three gold coins, give me one hundred and seven." Roye gave a fair price. Although it was 10% more expensive than the black market, the black market did not have the confidentiality and security here.

With a wave of his hand, Cardinson put all the things into the storage ring, and took out the gold coins to pay with satisfaction.

Roye took the purse, weighed it, and put it in his arms.

I definitely cannot use a famous sword like Frostfire, which has characteristics that are too obvious, so I bought some spare equipment.

The venom of the two-headed lizard is the best killing weapon available on the market. It is colorless, odorless, and not easy to evaporate. Just apply a little on the arrow of a crossbow or the blade of a long sword, and it will be truly insidious and poisonous.

The only shortcoming of this thing that people criticize is that it takes too long to take effect. At first, the only symptoms are stiffness of movement, dizziness, and dark blue patterns on the face. At this point, it is still in time to bleed and rescue the person, but it will take at least half an hour for the person to die, so it is generally used as a poison.

Assassins and killers prefer the faster-acting venom of the trident scorpion, but that stuff is always in short supply.

As a veteran player, Cardinson had already studied with others on the forum how to make the most of this venom.

That is to use several common herbs to mash up and then mix them into the venom of the two-headed snake lizard to stimulate its toxicity and directly achieve the effect of killing with one blow. However, it must be used within five minutes after mixing, otherwise it will be in vain.

This innovative method is probably known only to Cardinson in the world. After all, not everyone can waste materials like players to refine something just for fun.

Four-fifths of the gold coins Cardinson spent were for the price of this small bottle of venom, and he felt it was worth it.

Even before he sent Cardinson out of the door, he couldn't help but persuade him: "Although you only accepted a four-star mission, the fact that no one has accepted it for so long shows how difficult it is. This does not require strength, but..."

After spending these few days together, Royer really liked this cheerful and handsome boy. He got used to bragging and chatting with him, and used to sitting in the pub with him and watching the passers-by. He didn't want to see Cardinson never come here to drink again.

Cardinson hugged the fat man tightly and said solemnly: "I will not die before I drink the wine your daughter mixed for me, don't worry."

"Next time you come, I'll treat you to the best wine." Roye patted him on the back.

“Don’t put a flag on me,” Cardinson laughed, waved his hand, and disappeared into the night, “Fatty uncle, wish me good luck!”

Roye sighed, turned around and went back to the counter to watch over the deserted tavern.

He had seen too many ambitious people and many playboys who had come to the tavern, but those who had chosen this path all ended up in pieces.

Roye suddenly remembered what Cardinson said half-jokingly and half-seriously during a casual chat one day -

"My life is like a thousand bones at the cost of one general's success!"

Thousands of bones are dried up, what a great spirit.

Night, eleven o'clock, Earl's Mansion.

The banquet was finally over, rooms were arranged for the guests who stayed overnight, and the troupe, who had worked hard all night, received a generous reward, and everyone was happy.

Judith Webster, the daughter of the Earl, was standing hesitantly in front of Cardinson's door, holding a bowl of hangover soup.

Her second brother, Arthur, was standing beside her with his arms folded, looking helpless.

"If you want to come in, just knock on the door."

"I, I'm sorry."

"What's there to be embarrassed about? There are no shy girls in the Webster family." Arthur curled his lips and looked disdainful.

"You are a girl? What do you know?" Judith was a little embarrassed and shouted in a low voice.

Arthur nodded. "I really don't understand what girls are thinking, but I'm your brother, and I know what my sister is thinking. Do you think others can't see it tonight? You almost stuck to Kaisen."

Judith was choked and her face turned red: "Then I am..."

He mumbled for a long time but couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Arthur couldn't stand it anymore, so he knocked on Cardinson's door and turned away.

"what!"

Judith was a little panicked because she was not prepared, but as a noble, her good upbringing allowed her to quickly prepare her words.

"Hey, Brother Cardinson? Are you awake? I heard from my father that people who drink alcohol will feel thirsty at night. I prepared a hangover soup for you. I made it myself."

There was no movement in the room.

Judith began to struggle again.

Continuing to knock on the door would disturb Cardinson's sleep. No matter who disturbs him when he is sleeping, he will be in a bad mood. If you put yourself in his shoes, he won't be happy either.

But if I just leave like this, I will feel unwilling.

I haven't been able to say much tonight.

"Brother Cardinson?"

After a long period of silence, Judith couldn't resist the urge in her heart and knocked on the door again.

PS: Yesterday's recommendation votes exceeded 17, so I quickly added another chapter to my friends in the early morning. I will update two chapters tomorrow as usual, but the time may be a little late because I have to attend the year-end summary meeting. Then I will have a holiday the day after tomorrow, which will be the New Year's Day big update! Three consecutive days, every day is so cool! qun doctor [《》]榴吧贰妻一榴

Chapter 37 Licking to the end?

Maybe God really is blessing Cardinson in some mysterious way.

As he ran all the way to avoid the night patrol guards, climbed over the wall back to the Earl's Mansion and entered the room, he just heard a knock on the door.

"Brother Cardinson"

This cry of "Ouch" almost made Cardinson's soul fly away.

She is very cute and scary at the same time.

He quickly found a towel to wipe the sweat off his face, then took off his shoes and put on slippers, took off his coat, put things on the bed in order, pretended to have just gotten up, adjusted his breathing, and walked towards the door.

Outside the door, Judith looked disappointed after waiting for Cardinson to open the door for a long time.

This girl wasn't stupid either. She could tell that Cardinson had been keeping a distance from her, but it was this sense of distance that made her want to get involved even more.

The easier it is to get something, the less we will value it - this statement applies everywhere.

Judith knew that she was beautiful, and even though she was a little clumsy tonight as it was her first time, she had done her best to get closer to Cardinson.

Even so, Cardinson still looked straight ahead, without the slightest lustful intention, and was completely well-behaved. In her eyes, this made him an extremely reliable person.

Especially those clean and clear eyes, which fascinated her deeply.

love at first sight?

Maybe, but what's wrong with that?

Isn’t it love at first sight in all those romantic scripts and novels?

Judith, whose girlish heart was touched for the first time, sighed softly. Her feet were a little numb from standing, and she prepared to leave with the bowl of sobering soup.

At worst, I can come back tomorrow.

Just then, the door opened.

Cardinson opened the door sleepily and called out a little confusedly, "Judith?"

"Ah!" Judith's depression suddenly disappeared, and she said happily and fearfully, "Brother Cardinson, good evening. Did I disturb your sleep? I just went to the kitchen to get a bowl of hangover soup. I was afraid that you would be thirsty in the middle of the night, so I wanted to bring it to you to drink."

Cardinson apologized, "I just heard the knock on the door when I was sleeping, but my head was too heavy to get up to open the door. I'm sorry, have you been waiting for a long time?"

"No, I just arrived." Judith denied decisively.

"Would you like to come in and sit down?" Cardinson made way and asked politely.

"Well, sorry to bother you then." Judith walked into Cardinson's room with her head lowered and her ears slightly red.

I was just being polite, but you really came in?

Cardinson had no choice but to open the door and walk in.

Nobles don't use oil lamps in their homes, as that kind of thing doesn't suit their status and position. Nowadays, wealthy families on the market generally use crystal lamps developed and manufactured by the Mage Tower. With just a flick of the switch, the room can be filled with the brightness you want.

In order to get more money, the group of old otakus in the Mage Tower specially developed a crystal lamp with cooling and heating functions. It was expensive, and one lamp was enough to cover all the daily expenses of a civilian family for ten years, but it attracted many nobles who loved to enjoy themselves.

Expensive technology that cannot be popularized will never be called civilization progress, but "new toys of the nobles."

Since it was a guest room and there was no place to stay, Judith simply sat on Cardinson's bed, put the hangover soup on the bedside table, and turned on the crystal lamp.

"Will Brother Cardinson think it's too bright?" asked Judith.

Cardinson shook his head. "It's appropriate. You're still awake so late. You've worked hard."

Judith, who didn't know why she was so tired, opened her red lips coquettishly and said slowly, "I'm just worried about Brother Cardinson. If you don't want to be served by a servant, then I must fulfill my role as the host and entertain you well. If Brother Cardinson feels uncomfortable in our house, how can I have the nerve to let you come as a guest in the future?"

Judith's voice is soft and cloyingly sweet, like an oversized marshmallow that bounces back when you punch it.

Don't be disgusted. If this happened in Cardinson's previous life, he could catch countless fish with just one voice message. He would have no worries about food and clothing, and would have lived on red envelopes and transfers every day. Even in the game, there would be people helping him to practice and rank higher in the 24-hour era.

However, what Cardinson fears most is meeting a girl with this kind of voice, who already has PTSD.

As a well-known high-level player, there are many people who want to play games with him. The private messages he receives every day include harsh offensives such as "Twenty points in the ladder for one shot offline" and "Play with the purple weapon set for a week". But that's fine, Cardinson never pays any attention to them.

Why am I afraid? It’s because my friends always bring a few little sisters with them when they form a team. They are not very good at playing in a group, but they still act cute in a coquettish voice, calling each other a brother. No wonder so many people like to play Sett.

Sometimes Cardinson really wants to kill his teammates with a "Shadow Whirl"

"Don't call me brother. Henry and Arthur will be unhappy if they hear that." Cardinson picked up the hangover soup and took a sip. It tasted sour and sweet and quite delicious. "Don't you just call Leonard Leonard? Your father told me that we are about the same age. Just call me Cardinson."

Judith said coquettishly, "Can I call you Kaisen? I think it would be better this way."

"As long as you are happy." Cardinson continued to drink his soup.

"How can I not be happy to be able to talk to you?" Judith played with her blonde hair and smiled sweetly.

Call love whatever you want, it’s none of Cardinson’s business.

This kind of aristocratic girl basically has zero IQ once she gets into trouble. She only wants to improve her strategy. I always thought those novels were lies before, but now that I have seen them, I know that the authors were not lying to me. She is really difficult to deal with.

Cardinson drank the hangover soup very quickly, finishing a bowl in just ten seconds.

It is really comfortable to drink this kind of thing after drinking in the hot summer. It is also difficult for others to send it to you. There is also less alienation in Cardinson's eyes.

"Thank you, Judith."

"Um..." Judith shook her head. "Don't say thank you. If you like it, Kaisen, I will learn how to make it for you next time you come."

"No, that would be too much of a bother for you. I don't have to get drunk every time I come here." Cardinson laughed.

Under the warm orange light, Cardinson's face looked softer, like the Son of God from a legend, coming to Judith on this beautiful night.

I cried so hard, how could there be such a handsome boy?

Her heart was pounding, and Judith couldn't help but want to move closer to Cardinson.

Chapter 38 Under the Hot Sun

In a flash, the guy stood up.

"Thank you so much for tonight, Judith. It's getting late. You should go back quickly. After all, it won't be good if a girl like you stays here with me in the middle of the night."

"Who will spread it?" Judith no longer has the ability to think. You really should not underestimate the brain structure of a fangirl. If you open it, you will find that the screen is full of red hearts.

"Well, it's not good whether it gets out or not," Cardinson said apologetically, "I'm going to sleep now. Good night."

Judith finally came to her senses, stood up reluctantly, and picked up the bowl again.

As for why she was reluctant, she couldn't explain it clearly.

If Cardinson asked her to stay here, she would definitely not agree. She still had some modesty.

But Cardinson drove her away like this, and felt

It's a beautiful night, something should have happened, it would be nice if you and I could talk a little more.

"Good night, I wish you a good dream."

In the end, Judith waved her hand obediently and closed the door gently when she left.

Cardinson stood there for a moment before he sighed heavily.

While others are complaining about not being handsome enough, he is already complaining about why he is so handsome.

With this face, he can't do anything bad. There's no need for a portrait on the wanted warrant. Just catch ten handsome guys and then the most handsome one, and there's no way he can escape.

Let’s put aside the nonsense about men and women. Cardinson is not in the mood for love at all.

Is it nice to have a beautiful, rich and white woman paying for you?