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The strongest King of Soldiers returns to the city of flowers, becoming his fiancée's cohabiting bodyguard!

Waking up from a nightmare several hours before dawn, Belle fetched a drink of water. She paused in front of her kitchen's window when she noticed a lit lantern in front of her mansion's garden. Her butler stood there, shovel in hand. This was no hour to be gardening. Curious, she made her way outside, but when she had gotten close enough to see a large and hollow pit next to her eternally-stoic and polite butler, she saw him pick up a rotten body. A DEAD BODY! Her eyes widened fearfully when she saw her handsome butler drop the rotting body into the fresh hole. She asked in horror, "What are you doing?!" Surprised to see his young miss awake at this hour, he stared at her with the same expression he had been keeping up for all these years. He had made sure she was asleep before coming here. "Gardening." "And the body?!" she looked at him in disbelief. "Fertilizer," he answered her before picking up the shovel that was on the ground. Belle was now certain something had possessed her butler. Who gardened dead bodies?! She then heard him ask her, "Want to help me in planting it, Miss Adams?" he gave her a sweet smile. Note: If you enjoy a book of comedy with light-hearted romance and a gothic background. This book is for you~

Als Belle mehrere Stunden vor Morgengrauen aus einem Albtraum aufwachte, holte sie sich ein Glas Wasser. Sie hielt vor dem Fenster ihrer Küche inne, als sie eine brennende Laterne vor dem Garten ihres Herrenhauses bemerkte. Ihr Butler stand dort mit einer Schaufel in der Hand. Dies war keine Stunde zum Gärtnern. Neugierig machte sie sich nach draußen, aber als sie nah genug herangekommen war, um eine große und tiefe Grube neben ihrem ewig stoischen und höflichen Butler zu sehen, sah sie, wie er einen verwesten Körper aufhob. EINE LEICHE! Ihre Augen weiteten sich ängstlich, als sie ihren gutaussehenden Butler sah, wie er den verwesenden Körper in das frische Loch warf. Sie fragte entsetzt: "Was tust du da?!" Überrascht, seine junge Herrin zu dieser Stunde wach zu sehen, starrte er sie mit demselben Gesichtsausdruck an, den er all die Jahre beibehalten hatte. Er hatte sichergestellt, dass sie schlief, bevor er hierherkam. "Gärtnern." "Und die Leiche?!", schaute sie ihn ungläubig an. "Dünger", antwortete er ihr, bevor er die Schaufel aufhob, die auf dem Boden lag. Belle war jetzt sicher, dass etwas von ihrem Butler Besitz ergriffen hatte. Wer vergrub schon Leichen als Gartenpflanze?! Dann hörte sie ihn fragen: "Möchten Sie mir beim Einpflanzen helfen, Fräulein Adams?" Er schenkte ihr ein süßes Lächeln. Hinweis: Wenn Sie ein Buch mit Komödie, leichtherziger Romanze und einem gotischen Hintergrund genießen. Dieses Buch ist für Sie~

Al despertarse de una pesadilla varias horas antes del amanecer, Belle fue a por un vaso de agua. Se detuvo frente a la ventana de la cocina cuando vio una linterna encendida frente al jardín de su mansión. Su mayordomo estaba allí, pala en mano. No era hora de dedicarse a la jardinería. Curiosa, salió al exterior, pero cuando se acercó lo suficiente como para ver un gran y profundo hoyo junto a su eternamente estoico y educado mayordomo, lo vio recoger un cuerpo en descomposición. ¡UN CADÁVER! Sus ojos se abrieron de par en par con miedo cuando vio a su apuesto mayordomo dejar caer el cuerpo putrefacto en el agujero recién cavado. Preguntó horrorizada: "¿¡Qué estás haciendo!?". Sorprendido de ver a su joven señorita despierta a esa hora, la miró con la misma expresión que había mantenido durante todos estos años. Se había asegurado de que estuviera dormida antes de venir. "Haciendo jardinería". "¿¡Y el cuerpo!?", lo miró con incredulidad. "Fertilizante", le respondió antes de recoger la pala que estaba en el suelo. Belle ahora estaba segura de que algo había poseído a su mayordomo. ¿¡Quién usa cadáveres para la jardinería!? Entonces le oyó preguntarle: "¿Quiere ayudarme a plantarlo, señorita Adams?", mientras le dedicaba una dulce sonrisa.

Se réveillant d'un cauchemar plusieurs heures avant l'aube, Belle alla chercher un verre d'eau. Elle s'arrêta devant la fenêtre de sa cuisine lorsqu'elle remarqua une lanterne allumée devant le jardin de son manoir. Son majordome se tenait là, une pelle à la main. Ce n'était pas l'heure de jardiner. Curieuse, elle se dirigea dehors, mais lorsqu'elle fut assez proche pour voir un grand trou béant à côté de son majordome éternellement stoïque et poli, elle le vit ramasser un corps en décomposition. UN CADAVRE ! Ses yeux s'écarquillèrent de peur lorsqu'elle vit son séduisant majordome laisser tomber le corps en décomposition dans le trou fraîchement creusé. Elle demanda, horrifiée : « Qu'est-ce que vous faites ?! » Surpris de voir sa jeune demoiselle éveillée à cette heure, il la dévisagea avec la même expression qu'il arborait depuis toutes ces années. Il s'était assuré qu'elle dormait avant de venir ici. « Du jardinage. » « Et le corps ?! » le regarda-t-elle, incrédule. « De l'engrais, » lui répondit-il avant de ramasser la pelle qui était par terre. Belle était maintenant certaine que quelque chose avait possédé son majordome. Qui donc jardinait des cadavres ?! Elle l'entendit alors lui demander : « Voulez-vous m'aider à le planter, Mademoiselle Adams ? », lui adressa-t-il avec un doux sourire.

Acordando de um pesadelo várias horas antes do amanhecer, Belle foi buscar um copo d'água. Ela parou em frente à janela da cozinha quando notou uma lanterna acesa em frente ao jardim de sua mansão. Seu mordomo estava lá, de pá na mão. Aquela não era hora para jardinagem. Curiosa, ela foi para fora, mas quando chegou perto o suficiente para ver uma cova grande e funda ao lado de seu eternamente estoico e educado mordomo, ela o viu pegar um corpo podre. UM CORPO MORTO! Seus olhos se arregalaram de medo quando ela viu seu belo mordomo largar o corpo em decomposição no buraco recém-cavado. Ela perguntou, horrorizada: "O que você está fazendo?!" Surpreso ao ver sua jovem senhorita acordada a essa hora, ele a encarou com a mesma expressão que manteve por todos esses anos. Ele tinha se certificado de que ela estava dormindo antes de vir para cá. "Jardinagem." "E o corpo?!", ela olhou para ele, incrédula. "Fertilizante", respondeu ele antes de pegar a pá que estava no chão. Belle agora tinha certeza de que algo havia possuído seu mordomo. Quem usa corpos mortos na jardinagem?! Então, ela o ouviu perguntar: "Quer me ajudar a plantá-lo, Senhorita Adams?", ele lhe deu um doce sorriso.

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Number 69: 69 is slang for when two partners arrange their bodies to perform oral sex on each other at the same time in a way that looks like number 69. Long live France! Slang 69 dates back, if you can believe it, to the French Revolution. The term is found in a French work from 1790, Les catéchismes des putains, attributed to the revolutionary figure Théroigne de Méricour, who described a sixty-nine, or "sixty-nine" in French. English picked up 69 in the 1880s, with its numeric shortcut, 69, familiar in the 1970s. As long as there have been humans, however, there has probably been the practice of a 69. This is described in the ancient Indian Kama Sutra, for example, as the congressional stance of a crow. The position involves different-sex or same-sex partners lying on top of each other - genitals or anus - at the same time, usually achieved by lying on their side or one on top. That is unless those involved take the Standing 69 or Eiffel 69, known variations of the movement. If you are looking for more details from us, well, there are other websites for that. 69 is commonly referenced - and sneered at - in popular culture. R&B singer Rick James released "She Blew My Mind (69 Times)" in 1982, for example, and Bryan Adams 1984 "Summer of '69", which makes puns on the year of peace and love 1969. Rapper Daniel Hernandez is best known by his suggestive stage name, In the 2000s, 69 = inspired something of a meme where netizens comment "kindly" on just about any content online with number 69 (for example, poll shows 69% of Americans approve of the new law). Not that this is new. Almost all of us who know 69 make jokes every time we meet 69 in the wild, from phone numbers and jersey numbers to birthdays and license plates. Number 69: When angel number 69 appears in your life, it is a message from your angels regarding achieving your goals and fulfilling your potential. Angel number 69 can appear in different ways, so it is important to remain open to the messages that the Spirit sends to us. Angel number 69 is a sign from your angels that a cycle in your home and family life is coming to an end, which means another is just beginning. Ghouls: The ghoul is a demon-like being or monstrous humanoid native to the pre-Islamic Arab religion, associated with cemeteries and consuming human flesh. In modern fiction, the term has often been used for a certain type of undead monster. Drinks blood, eats the dead, feeds on young children, seduces humans, morphs into an ostrich, steals coins. 鬼: Japanese folklore, a type of demonic creature often giant in size, of great strength, and frightening in appearance. They are generally considered to be of foreign origin, possibly brought to Japan from China with Buddhism. Cruel and malicious, they can nevertheless convert to Buddhism….

First born princess of Goryeo is promised to Silla in marriage. What has begun as a promise between families becomes a pact sealed in blood when her betrothed is mysteriously killed. Now what binds Seol, the lady Ha In of Goryeo to Silla is a blood debt – to turn away from it would be to topple the country into irreparable chaos. Yet, her heart lies with another. Raised from obscurity of illegitimacy, fate of concubine - born last son of northern Kang clan rests on the emperor’s grace. However, being tasked with the guardianship of the imperial princess is the last of his worries. In the whirlwind of emotions that she brings along, it is not just his title that is at stake, but his heart and a secret that he had brought from a grave of a different time. Theirs is a fate from an age gone by, but a love impossible to attain. Theirs is a story written upon dying stars. *** From inside: The snow caressed him in a way she yearned to; fluttering against his lashes, tangled up in his hair. She has always felt home in north, in the valleys that filled themselves with her namesake and with this man beside he, arrows slung over his shoulder and laughter in his eyes. Silla and her betrothed would never take that place. Seol opens her mouth; it is now or never. “Don’t say it,” he cuts her off, a hand stretched out for a lonely snowflake to perch upon. It turns translucent against his roughed palm. “My hand isn’t made for snowflakes,” he sounds joyous, as he always does – when she is weeping within. His eyes remain resolutely elsewhere. “I’ve been summoned to the garrison,” he continues in that same flat tone. “My last duty here will be to deliver your highness to your betrothed.” She is unaware of the tear that has escaped, until an ice cold thumb brushes it off. “Don’t cry,” he says then and she sees the laughing spark in his eyes for what it truly is; longing. “It breaks my heart.” ***

Once a powerful Demon Overlord, betrayed and murdered by his own subordinates, vows revenge with his dying breath. Reincarnated as Benjamin Almond, a human baby, he must adapt to his new mortal life without demonic powers. With his past memories intact, he embarks on a journey to master mana arts and rise to power in the mortal realm. Will he fulfill his quest for vengeance or find a new purpose as Benjamin, a fledgling mage? Join his transformation from demon lord to aspiring mortal mage.