After the holy sword is broken

Chapter 56

Alger frowned tightly, and he didn't let go of his frown until he was pulled into the carriage back to the Viscount's mansion by Borgins.

He took out a piece of letter paper from his pocket, which was given to him by Mrs. Launow just now.

When the noble lady was telling her sins, she approached him suddenly, and her ambiguous breath could be sprayed on his face.The pink letterhead was inserted directly between the two buttons on his chest, and the fingers with bright red nails touched it.

[I will not marry a priest, but if it is just to be a lover, it is a good choice.If you have an idea, you can come to me anytime. 】

At that time, he insisted on staring at Burgess' death, and accepted what looked like a love letter, and it seemed to be a love letter.

At this moment, Burgess was still itching his teeth with hatred, and couldn't help saying: "Still watching? Are you really tempted?

"She is a widow. After her husband's death, she directly obtained his wealth, title and fiefdom. She is indeed very popular among the nobles. Huh, Earl, she is even higher than me. If you like it, go find her."

If you marry the widow of a nobleman, you can directly get all the property of the dead nobleman, including material and reputation.

Therefore, widows with rich families can be said to be the most sought-after women in the aristocracy.

Alger's attention finally moved away from the love letter. He looked at Burgess with some amusement, and defended himself: "I didn't mean to fall in love with her."

"Then what are you struggling with? If Dana gave it to you, tear it down quickly!"

Of course, Burgess knew there was something else hidden, otherwise, according to his temper, he tore up the letter directly without the lady's face, it was because he took the lady's face into consideration.

How could it be Alger's turn to hold the letter and stare blankly at it like Acacia?

Alger smiled.

"I was just thinking, if Dana wanted to pass a letter to me, why would he go through such a long circle. How could he fail to deliver the invitation letter that Earl Silaso handed over to the Viscount's Mansion with his personal mark on it? Enter a secret letter?

"But the mark on it is indeed the pattern agreed between us. However, he seems to have abused this code recently."

Judging from the information given by the Eye of the Sky, dozens of similar marks have been found in the royal city.You know, before this, this privately agreed code may not be used once a year.

On the pink letter paper in his hand, there was still a faint smell of perfume, which smelled like roses with dew in the morning, a moist, sweet fragrance with a little freshness.

"When we go back, let's do a magic test first. I suspect that this letter is not from Dana."

Alger put away the letter in his hand, and looked at the unhappy Burgess.

"What's the matter? You know I'm not attracted to her."

Burgess just sighed: "Even a woman I met for the first time can send you a love letter in public, but as a real partner, I can't even say it."

Argel smiled and said, "Didn't you announce it to the Viscount's Mansion and the entire Dwarf Empire? Even the Dwarf King knows about it."

"Not enough." Burgess leaned over and hugged him, "Look, we can't say at today's banquet that no one knows our relationship, so they can pursue you openly and think about you that only I can think about." thing."

Alger laughed.

Do you even care what other people think?

"Don't nobles like the relationship of secret lovers?"

Intimate relationships that are not told to anyone, all communications in public are covered with a seemingly normal skin.Every look, every touch hides a secret love that only the person knows.

This kind of cheating pleasure is deeply sought after by nobles.

"I never saw you as a lover. If you were not a man but a lady, I would really propose to you, and you would be my only Viscountess."

Alger didn't say anything when he heard this confession, he just smiled.

"You don't agree, because nobles cannot marry priests, and you cannot withdraw from the poem of truth, and the royal family will not allow me to give up my title."

In order to prevent the title and territory of the nobles from falling into the hands of the order, and at the same time to ensure the political purity of the order, the two sides reached a tacit agreement-human nobles and priests are not allowed to marry.

Therefore, even if one of them is a woman, they cannot become husband and wife recognized by the imperial law.

"Don't think so much, the premise is not valid."

Alger kissed Burgess' lips, and entangled with him tenderly and patiently.

Because the ground was not stable, the carriage was slightly shaken, and the warm atmosphere flowed quietly.

"Cough," Burgess pushed Alger, motioning for him to let go, "It's almost enough, and I have to get off the carriage later."

She blushed, sat down uncomfortably, and turned slightly sideways.

Alger smoothed his long hair with his fingers, and his fingertips rested between his neck, intentionally or unintentionally brushing against the pulsating blood vessels.

"it is good."

The love letter seems to be an ordinary love letter, with pink letter paper, ambiguous language, and a lip print as a gift.

The words inside did not find any mystery, Alger used all the decoding methods he knew, but did not read any useful information from it.

The letter paper was soaked and soaked in various liquid medicines, and the detection magic was tried one after another, until the paper turned white, but there was no reaction.

...It's not really just a love letter, is it?

Alger got a headache.

What does Dana want to do?

It's not really going to ask him to go on a tryst with a lady, right?

Alger flattened the letter paper and found the only place name inside.

The lady's bedroom.

... Or, really go and see?

Argel put away his things, pressed the bulging veins on his forehead, and walked out of the quiet room.

"My lord, the Viscount is looking for you." The head maid and housekeeper Irene of the Viscount's mansion appeared out of nowhere, bowing her head respectfully.

"where is he?"

Burgess was sitting by the window drinking black tea.

The night outside the window was already very dark.

Behind Burgess stood his chief knight, and on the table in front of him was nothing but fancy teapots and teacups.

The tea produced on the edge of the eastern forest, near the Elven Empire, is paired with good fresh milk, seasoned with honey, and some petals, mixed with the fruity aroma of the tea, it becomes a charming special smell.The white mist rolled up by the gold-plated cup mouth is warm and sweet.

"Sit down, Alger, and have a cup of black tea with me. I have something to tell you."

Royal blue eyes looked at him, calm and deep.

"Tell me." Alger pulled out a chair and sat down.

"You probably wouldn't stay in Wangcheng with me." Burgess put down the white porcelain cup and said seriously, "I'll settle down in Dock Town with you."

Before Alger could respond, the knight behind Burgess couldn't stand still.

"My lord! For a lover..."

"He's not a lover!" Burgess interrupted him sharply, with a very serious face, "he is my official partner."

Alger noticed that the knight's straight back suddenly bent a little, as if he was enduring great pain.

"Master Viscount..." He was silent for a while, and then said with difficulty, "No nobleman will officially marry a person of the same sex."

Imperial nobles, it is popular to keep male pets, and it is also popular to find secret lovers of the same sex.

But few people will directly put this matter on the table.They usually look for a beautiful name, such as adopting a foster child, or making a close friend.

Then, marrying a well-matched aristocratic lady, even if they have fun separately after marriage, can still maintain the dignity they deserve.

"If you put it this way," Burgess's face was still not very good, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, "It would be better to settle in Dock Town."

"Burgess." Alger rarely called his name, "Is it too hasty for you to make such a decision? You should think about it again."

"What should I consider? Persuading you to stay with me in the capital? Or, you plan to live in two places with me, and you may not see each other for a year?"

"You think too far, such a big decision, or later..."

"Do you think that we may separate in the future, so this kind of major decision is not allowed to happen?"

Alger suddenly became hoarse.

"I guessed right." Those sapphire blue eyes became dark and dark.

"I always feel that you will leave me, this is not my illusion."

"Burgess, there are too many uncertainties in the future, no one can be sure..."

"That's why I never made you swear." Burgess suddenly patted the table hard, and the table trembled heavily. A few drops of the black tea in the cup spilled onto the white saucer.

He stood up, crossed the corner of the table in front of him, grabbed Alger's collar, and asked: "What is it that makes you either reject me or perfunctory me? My patience is limited, don't think that I will always follow run behind you."

"Burgess, don't be so extreme, calm down, we can look at this matter more rationally."

Alger grabbed Burgess' hand that was holding his collar, pressed his shoulder, and made him sit down.

Burgess brushed his hand away and left without looking back.

Alger looked back at his leaving back, stood up, but didn't catch up.

"My lord, would you mind listening to me?" A suppressed voice came from behind.

Alger looked back, and it was the Knight Commander named Joseph.After being left to dry by Burgess, he stood there silently until Burgess left.

"Are you going to question me too?"

The knight's Adam's apple rolled, and he spoke slowly: "The viscount is very fond of teasing people, he never hesitates to show his charm, everyone will fall for him, but no one has ever been able to get close to him.

"I used to think that I was special because, apart from that apprentice, only I was allowed to follow him.

"He would attend tea parties with noble ladies and ladies, and dance with ladies, but no one could always stay by his side.

"Irene is in charge of managing his mansion, and I am in charge of guarding him and his territory. I always thought that such days would last forever until you appeared."

The knight closed his eyes with a pained expression.

"May the gods forgive me for turning away from the virtues of chivalry and envying you. You are the difference, so... you are the difference."

He took a deep breath: "Whether it is as a knight guarding him, or as an admirer who looks up to him, I beg you to cherish this feeling that countless people can't ask for."

Alger looked at him quietly for a while before saying, "You think I'm playing with him?"

A malicious smile suddenly appeared in the deep silver-gray pupils, but was quickly suppressed.Gone in a flash, like nothing ever happened.

"It's none of your business, knight."