Rhode Island Park Project

Rhodes Island's investment in urban construction has always been obvious to all. After the Sarkaz joined, it was actually a routine thing to transform together. However, this did not change the fact that he did spend a lot of money in the Kazdel region, and asked the princess to sell herself to pay off her debts, and then asked the Banshee Lord to sell herself to pay off her debts, and then... uh, we'll talk about it when there are new goals.

Anyway-

"You said earlier that we should put the welfare of the Sarkaz aside for now."

Lamaren gave him a reproachful look, but he just smiled, and the Banshee Lord sighed.

No matter what she wanted to say, Xiaolian did not forget to continue feeding him snacks.

"When I asked Aifan to succeed the Banshee Lord, I thought I could leave everything to him. I could just stay with you for a long time without having to worry about anything. But I know you can't do that. You still have a lot of things to do, and I can't really put all the pressure on you and Aifan."

Lamaren took the initiative to lean her head on his shoulder and whispered in a sweet voice, "Even if I live in your house, can you and I stay together day and night?

"Perhaps the best way for us to get along is for me to stay in the Banshee's Lair atop this high tower, gazing in your direction from afar.

"At least whenever you come, I always have a place for you here."

Lamaren kissed him lightly on the lips, her bright red eyes looking at him tenderly, "At least we are close enough now, so close that you can come to my room anytime you want."

"You're going to make it impossible for a scumbag like me to be a scumbag."

He couldn't help but smile.

If sincerity is a sure-win weapon for a good kid, then it is also a sure-win weapon for a dissolute old scumbag like him.

Seeing his wry smile, Ramalen smiled softly instead.

"I'm glad to see you make such an expression for me, but you know, I don't really mind how many women you have affairs with, as long as you don't forget me."

He was speechless for a while.

Ramalen's conservative and traditional personality actually has its advantages...that is, polygamy is completely normal in her eyes.

Even the Banshee Lord proudly stated that an excellent male should have more females, which is very much like the style of a wild lion group in the wilderness.

It's just that because of her literary and artistic disease, Lamaren is not very willing to mix with other women. Instead, she would rather stay alone in the tower and wait for him to come.

Anyway, that’s not right…

He squinted at Lamaren beside him:

"Wasn't our previous topic about whether you wanted to pay back your debt? Let's be clear, you can stay here from now on, but this time I want you to go back with me to party with Theresa!"

I almost got caught in it!

Ramalen frowned.

“But Aifan…”

"It's only been two days. He's still a child, looking for his mother every day."

Luo Hang had no expression on his face.

He pinched Ramaleen's buttocks hard and put on a ferocious face:

"No excuses allowed, or you don't want the Banshee to have trouble living in Kazdel in the future!"

"You actually want me to go with Theresa."

Lamaren lamented, "Can your body hold up?"

The ferocity on his face froze.

My waist seems to be a little painful, maybe it's the kidney.

He raised his hand and slapped Lamaren's snow-white buttocks, scolding her unhappily:

"No magic is allowed! You are not allowed to sing, only shout!"

"Well."

It feels so aggrieved that the dignified Banshee Lord cannot open her voice.

"Did you hear that?"

"I just listen to you."

This should be no problem.

He kissed Xiaolian's beautiful cheek with satisfaction.

Two super high-level mages, one applies buffs and the other applies debuffs. No one can withstand it.

However, if he only applies positive buffs, I feel that he can make the two noble Demon Kings and the Banshee Lord unable to withstand it, hehe.

He fiddled with Lamaren's long silver hair, which was tied into a high ponytail. It was still spread out gorgeously like the Milky Way, with tiny spirals at the end, making her look elegant and noble.

The Banshee Lord continued to put the snacks into his mouth, and he stroked the Banshee Lord's noble and mysterious body with his palm, from the thigh to the belly, and his fingertips played with the soft silver hair. He lowered his eyes and sighed at the maternal breath that was probably enough to make the princess cry.

then,

"Is that bracelet on the table yours?"

he asked.

"It's mine. I'm not used to using that kind of thing..."

Lamaren said softly, completely ignoring Luo Hang's gaze and touch.

He tilted his head.

"But I thought I saw it shake just now? Do you have any news?"

Ramalen was a little confused.

"Really? I don't quite understand..."

The corners of Luo Hang's mouth twitched.

"You can't use such a useful thing. Are you still using the Banshee's letter spell?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a flash of light and a line of runes appeared in front of him and Ramalen.

"Aifan is here to see you!!"

he:"--!"

Ramalen: “——!!”

"Can't those losers hold on a little longer?!"

Luo Hang scolded his opponent's men for their inaction and quickly stood up to look for his clothes.

Lamaren raised her hand decisively, and the bone pen automatically flew into the Banshee Lord's hand, with runes quickly written in the air.

Air purification!

Stain purification!

Automatic dressing!

"Oh, you even researched such a convenient spell?"

In a blink of an eye, Luo Hang, who was dressed neatly, kissed Lamaren in surprise, but a sad look came from behind the black veil.

Lamaren stroked her belly with one hand, her veil unable to hide her resentful gaze:

"How can I go to see Aifan like this?"

"Uh,"

He rubbed his waist and twitched the corner of his mouth, "Blame me?"

I didn't see you showing any mercy when I was juicing you before, but now you're fine.

He suppressed a gloating smile and drew his Fool card: "I'm leaving first."

Taking advantage of the last moment before leaving, he reached out with ill intention and slapped Lamaren's butt under her black skirt.

"—!"

The Banshee Lord, who was standing alone in the room, trembled.

She didn't have a chance to adjust herself. The sound of a spell bird knocking on the door came from the door. She could only try to calm her voice:

"Come in, Aifan."

Aifanil, Logos walked into the hall and looked at his mother who was standing alone with some suspicion.

"What are you standing there for, Mother?"

Chapter 625: Hugging the goddess supported by others and still spending other people’s money

To be honest, when he saw his mother for the first time, Aifanil felt something was wrong.

Standing in the hall of the Banshee's Lair decorated with green plants and feathers of birds and animals, the Banshee Lord in a black dress is still so dignified, elegant and mysterious, but the lingering sadness that always lingered in the past is gone.

Aifanil even felt that his mother was radiating a certain vitality.

Although Aifanil, who lacked certain experience, did not quite understand the source of this vitality that seemed to be nourished by spring rain, he still believed that—

This is very wrong.

"I was just thinking about something,"

Lamaren's lips curled up in her usual gentle arc beneath her veil as she looked at her child. "Why is the leader of our Banshee Operations Team here with Mom? You should be doing something today, right?"

"The operation is over."

Elfaniel approached the vine-woven sofa and the tree-grown coffee table and saw the tea and forks on the table beside his mother.

Aifanil's eyes suddenly became somewhat deep.

"Shouldn't your afternoon tea time be long past? Did you eat secretly just now, mother?"

Ramalen's smile faltered slightly.

"I just don't have a good appetite today. Ai Fan, you wouldn't abandon your mission like a child and sneak back here, would you?"

"Those people had no defense against the banshee's song. It took them so long that I failed as a team leader."

Alphanil was plain.

The corners of Lamaren's lips moved, and she couldn't help but think of a word Luo Hang said -

waste!

If you had just held on a little longer, I wouldn't have been so short of time to finish a piece of cake with my man!

The two people, who were still relishing the long-awaited intimate contact, expressed strong dissatisfaction with the enemy's inaction.

But Alphanil was indifferent.

There are not many banshees living outside, and those who marry outsiders will encounter great problems in fertility. As a result, many people do not actually understand the banshee community.

In other words, the countries that had fought against the Sarkaz knew how terrifying the Banshees were and had stored information and defensive measures. However, Colombia was an emerging country and had not participated in the original war. Moreover, several large companies could not represent the power of the country, and they knew nothing about the Banshees.

Therefore, Aifanil didn't want to spend too much time talking about his enemies today. He looked at his mother and asked another question quietly:

"Won't you sit down?"

"no need."

Ramalen didn't hesitate.

She secretly complained in her heart about the bad things a man did before he left.

She was already a little overwhelmed by the heat left by the bad man, and after being suddenly attacked, she immediately started sweating.

She could clearly feel the sweat rolling down her skin under her skirt, and she had to stand in front of her son. Her mood was indescribable.

"I want to go to the windowsill and be quiet. Aifan, you should report your work to the doctor now, instead of coming to me after finishing the work just because it's a simple task."

Lamaren assumed a motherly dignity.

"……All right."

The three Aifanil nodded.

After all, this is his mother.

"I just thought your singing at noon this afternoon seemed to have a slight tremor, so I wanted to come and see if you were okay."

He discovered this later. There was actually a slight vibrato in the song that Miss Banshee sang to him. This was very abnormal for his mother, who was the Lord of Banshees.

Ramalen's expression froze slightly.