9, Chapter 9
Damn, Lester, why is it you again!
Ilsa was completely stunned. Constantine on the side keenly discovered that this black-haired young man knew Ilsa, and his words seemed to be quite familiar. Out of some displeasure, he immediately told Ilsa
Arriving behind him.
"Does he know you?" Constantine turned his head and asked in a low voice. He was very close to Ilsa, and when he spoke, his warm breath brushed against Ilsa's eyelashes, making the long and thick eyelashes twitch slightly.
Trembling.
"Well, we met once." Ilsa firmly pushed Constantine's head away, with the four words "Don't touch me" written all over her fair and delicate face.
When Lester heard this, he smiled kindly, spread his hands and walked towards them slowly.
"We just met once? It's really sad. Aren't we good friends?"
Ilsa's face was expressionless: "I don't remember that we were friends."
"Well, if you say so." Lester shook his head pretending to be sad, "Then I can only ask Mr. Guard to arrest you. After all, you are now...well..."
He paused for a moment, rubbed his chin and thought for a moment: "——Trespassing into a private house, um, trespassing into a private house."
This insidious guy!
Ilsa rolled her eyes and immediately changed her words: "Hey, this is just a joke, why do you take it seriously? Of course we are good friends who are familiar with each other, right, Lester?"
"You haven't forgotten me. I'm so happy." Lester showed a warm smile as if he had reunited after a long absence. He opened his arms and was about to go up to hug Ilsa. However, Constantine took Ilsa aside before him.
Stet immediately held his arms empty.
"Who is this?" Lester put down his arm carelessly and looked at Constantine with a gentle and friendly look, which made people feel like a spring breeze.
"Kang..."
"His name is Constantine. He is my companion. He usually makes a living by fishing." Constantine was interrupted by Ilsa just as he was about to speak. She showed an elegant and harmless business smile, so beautiful that it was almost forgettable.
think.
"Really?" Lester walked up to Constantine with his hands behind his back and sniffed the tip of his nose, "But I seem to smell the scent of a dragon on him."
Ilsa: "..."
Constantine had a cold handsome face and a not very good tone: "Ilsa, can I eat this guy?"
"...No." Ilsa reluctantly opened the distance between the two of them, looked up at Lester with an unusually serious look in her eyes, "You can just ask what you want to ask, there's no need to go around the bush."
Lester was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "The question I want to ask has been asked at the beginning. I have no intention of harming you. Why are you always hostile to me?"
Ilsa bit her lower lip and was speechless.
Because you have touched my mother's legs, even though those legs are made of stone - she can't say that, right?
But if you think about it carefully, apart from his quirk of touching statues of gods, Lester seems to have done nothing bad. He can even be said to be polite, friendly and helpful.
Maybe she really sees people too one-sidedly?
After Ilsa thought carefully, she decided to eliminate her prejudice and treat Lester like an ordinary person. So she bowed slowly and solemnly said: "I'm sorry, I was too vigilant. I apologize to you for my reckless attitude just now."
Apologize."
Lester was even more surprised now. He blinked, and when he spoke again, there was a light smile in his voice: "Don't be so serious, aren't we friends? Just talk about it, it's okay, girl
Children should be more vigilant."
...Damn, is this man actually so reasonable? It made her even more ashamed.
Lester asked the two of them to sit down, and then slowly made them two cups of tea. Constantine leaned back in the chair and yawned listlessly, and Ilsa was responsible for explaining why they were here.
"Constantine and I were going to the Catalan Holy Academy to study magic, but we encountered a terrible monster on the way. The monster could fly and kept chasing us in the air. We were so entangled by him that we had no choice but to pick a window and crawl through it.
Come in."
"Who knew it would get into your house as soon as it was drilled?"
Lester smiled: "This is not my home, it's just the hotel where I stay."
"Ah, is that so?" Ilsa looked around awkwardly, "No wonder it looks a little empty."
"If you need it, you can ask the boss here to open two more guest rooms." Lester warmly invited them, "Anyway, I tipped him a lot."
The tip is generous…
Ilsa couldn't help but secretly marvel. She couldn't tell that this guy was so rich.
"We don't need two rooms, just one is enough. Ilsa and I will live together." Constantine said understandingly.
"Don't listen to his nonsense." Ilsa smiled, picked up a biscuit and blocked Constantine's mouth.
"We appreciate your kindness, but we still have to go on our way. If we stop to rest, we will be in a hurry. After all, we can't even afford a carriage, so we can only walk to Libreville."
After saying that, she lowered her head with a wry smile, but she kept peeking at Lester's boots from the corner of her eye.
It looks like it's made of very good material, it couldn't be something like that, high-end crocodile leather, a piece of skin worth the amount she and Constantine spent a month doing fish...
"It's so pitiful. No wonder you haven't left Pamela after two days of walking." Lester said with emotion.
Ilsa was shocked: "What? Are we still in Pamela?"
"Yes, but this is already Pamela's border, and we are about to leave." Lester said gently, "The closer you get to the border, the more monsters there will be, so it's not surprising that you will be targeted.
strange."
Ilsa's mood was very complicated. She and Constantine worked hard (although it was not very hard) on the road for two days, but they didn't expect that a teleportation would directly send them back to the origin?
The angel might be waiting in a corner, Constantine is too hungry, and there are many other little monsters trying to intercept them along the way. With this attitude, can they really reach Libreville smoothly?
Poor masters and servants are miserable. Ilsa thought of Leicester's black crystal goddess statue, and it was so sour that she could squeeze out lemon juice.
If only Lester could join them...
Lester looked at the two people who looked depressed, held his chin with his left hand, and said with interest: "Is Cattelan Holy Academy a very interesting place? Why are you willing to go there so hard?"
Ilsa's eyes lit up when she heard this, she clenched her fingers, and her words were full of longing and yearning: "Of course, that is the top magic academy in the entire continent!"
"Oh? Is it really that good?"
"It's true. The best teachers and students on the mainland are gathered here, as well as the library with the largest collection of books in the world. It is a true palace of knowledge!"
Lester touched his chin after hearing this, and seemed to be quite interested in what Ilsa said: "It sounds like a place worth visiting. How about I go to Libreville to see it too?"
OK, I took the bait!
Seeing this, Ilsa immediately extended an invitation to him enthusiastically: "Since you also want to go, why not let's go together? It won't be too boring if you have a companion on the road, what do you think?"
"No!" Constantine was the first to protest, but Ilsa dismissed it with a roll of his eyes.
Lester responded enthusiastically: "This is a good idea, then I..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Constantine waving a small piece of paper desperately behind Ilsa, with two eye-catching words written on the piece of paper - "Escape quickly"!
Lester: "?"
In the end, Ilsa got what she wanted and pulled Lester, the walking wallet, into her team.
Constantine sighed at this and his mood plummeted, especially when dealing with Lester.
In fact, he didn't really want to help Lester when he asked him to run away. After all, he was not a kind person. Even if the other party really jumped into the fire pit, what did it have to do with him? What's more, he was happy to do so, and he didn't do anything at all.
I thought it was a bad thing to be disciplined by Ilsa.
His real purpose was to monopolize Ilsa, but Lester didn't fall into the trap at all and chose to go with them resolutely.
Hey, he's just a stinking human with a fake smile. He won't let such an unknown guy get close to Ilsa.
"Ilsa, do you want some cookies?" Lester picked up a crispy and cute little cookie and handed it to Ilsa's mouth, gently and naturally.
Said, "The cookies baked in this hotel are delicious."
His tone and movements were so natural that Ilsa didn't notice anything was wrong and opened her mouth obediently.
Lester smiled softly and put the biscuit between her neat and small teeth. Ilsa closed her mouth smoothly, but Lester's movement was a little slower, and the girl's soft lips gently brushed against his
on your fingertips, leaving a wonderful soft and moist feeling.
Ilsa was stunned for a moment: "Ah, sorry."
Lester curled his lips slightly and slowly retracted his hand: "It's okay."
Constantine, who had witnessed the whole process, was stunned.
It's okay! It's obvious that you deliberately took advantage of Ilsa, but you actually acted like you were at a disadvantage. Do you want face? And Ilsa is also a little self-conscious about her beauty! Les!
That bastard Te was obviously doing it on purpose, why are you apologizing to him?
Constantine stood up angrily, pulled Ilsa up and walked out the door: "It's late, we should leave."
"Ah? I haven't finished eating yet!" Ilsa was confused by Constantine, so she had to call Lester quickly, "Lester, you can come with us too!"
"Okay, you go downstairs first, I'll clean up and come back." Lester smiled and waved to them.
With a "bang", the door was closed forcefully by Constantine.
Silence returned to the house.
Lester stood quietly for a moment, then suddenly turned and walked to the window.
He lowered his eyes slightly and looked out the window, as if talking to himself, with a calm tone: "If you have nothing to do, just go and pester the guy who is in the way."
"Or do you want to hinder me more?"
Chapter completed!