Chapter 112

The afterglow of the setting sun dissipated on the horizon, and a bright moon slowly lifted off.

In the evening, in a luxurious room.

In the bath made of exquisite stone, the warm steam slowly rises, Enzo closed his eyes, and put his two arms freely on the edge of the bath. The upper body is exposed on the water surface, showing the clear and strong body muscles.

"Compared with the environment in the college, the secular life is still fascinating."

Feeling the sensation of muscle relaxation brought by the body being soaked in hot water, Enzo couldn't help but sigh.

bam, bam, bam!

There was a knock on the door suddenly, and Enzo opened his eyes.

The door of the room was pushed open, and the castle steward came in. Behind him, there were more than a dozen beautiful maids, all wearing uniform black and white gothic skirts.

"My lord, these were sent by Lord Orlandon to serve you." The butler bowed and said respectfully.

Enzo raised his head and looked at the dozen or so maids.

Orlandon seemed to have spent a lot of thought in order to show his kindness. There were more than ten beautiful girls in front of him, all of whom were seventeen or eight years old, and they were full of a sweet youthful breath.

"Thank you Senior Orlandon for me."

"However, I'm not used to so many people serving." Enzo glanced across the maids, and finally stayed on a petite girl, and whispered, "She stays, and the rest are out!"

"This... as you wish, sir." The butler hesitated slightly, and led the rest of the maid out of the room.

In the steam-filled room, only Enzo in the bath and the petite girl with a shy face were left. For a while, the atmosphere became a bit charming.

"What's your name?" Enzo asked casually.

"Shiryl..." The girl seemed a little nervous, her voice trembling slightly, she took a deep breath, walked forward slowly, bit her lip and said, "My lord, please let me serve you."

The soft palms touched the shoulders, and there was a faint fragrance from the tip of the nose.

"How old are you?" Enzo closed his eyes, enjoying the girl's tenderness, "How long have you been in the castle?"

"The slave servant has been a servant in the castle since she was born, and she will be just sixteen years old after her birthday this year." Shiryl replied in a shy voice.

Enzo's heart moved, and he seemed to ask unintentionally, "After spending so long in the castle, have you seen the former lord of Snowhoof City?"

"Of course, the old city lord has just passed away." Shiryl nodded and sighed sadly. "The old city lord is a respectable person, but no one thought that something like that would happen."

"Oh? What happened?" Enzo opened his eyes, his eyes flashed.

"This..." Shiryl trembled, and she seemed to hesitate, saying, "Master Orlandon once issued an order that discussions about the death of the Old City Lord are forbidden in the castle, slaves..."

"It's okay, let's talk." Enzo turned his head, a trace of depth floated in his eyes.

"Yes, sir!" There seemed to be a magic in her eyes, causing Shiryl's eyes to stagnate and her tone to become stiff. "The Old City Lord originally had two sons, the eldest son, Master Irenf, and the second son, Master Enos. ."

"But three months ago, Master Irenfu suddenly killed the Old City Lord one night in order to compete for Snowhoof City. The guard found him on the spot and had to flee from Snowhoof City, and his territory was inherited by Master Enos. "

"The eldest son killed his father in order to inherit the territory?"

Enzo narrowed his eyes, frowning and asked, "Is it necessary? According to the laws of the kingdom, isn't the inheritance right generally enjoyed by the eldest son?"

"Yes, but Irenf did kill the Old City Lord." Shiryl said with a certain tone, ": Many people have seen it. Young Master Irenf ran out of the Old City Lord's room with blood on his hands."

"Oh? Is this?" Enzo's lips raised slightly, and a playful look appeared on his face.

"The eldest son who can legally enjoy the right of inheritance, but killed his father in order to fight for territory, uses such a poor explanation to cover up the facts, what is Orlandon thinking?"

His eyes flickered, thinking in his heart.

Everything that happened in Snowhoof City and Giethoorn reveals a weirdness. Although almost everything has been explained, if you analyze it a little bit, you will feel that there are many loopholes.

"It seems that if you want to find out the truth of the matter, you need to go to Giethoorn again." Enzo thought in his heart.

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand, grabbed Shiryl's soft palm, and dragged her to the water with a little force, holding her into his arms roughly.

"Big... Your lord!" Shiryl was taken aback, and she lowered her head shyly, her white neck covered in red.

When she was arranged by the castle to serve Enzo, she was prepared in her heart. The skills she was trained to learn from an early age made Shiryl very clear about her identity and purpose, and she chose to obey her destiny.

"It's getting late, get ready to rest." Enzo pressed to Shiryl's ear, the magnetic voice a little low.

"It's up to the adults..." Shiryl buried her head on her chest, her ears flushed.

Wow!

Standing up from the bath, Enzo held Shiryl in his arms and walked directly to the big bed not far away.

"Dias!" he shouted.

Outside the door, Dias, who had been guarding him, walked in and knelt on one knee.

"I'm going to rest, no one is allowed to come near the room." Enzo ordered, then threw the girl in his arms onto the bed, and pressed him over.

"Yes, Master." Dias said solemnly, closing the door and retreating to the room.

In the luxurious room, two figures are entangled on a big bed.

"My lord, this is the first time for a slave and maid, please be gentle." Shiryl trembled slightly, her face flushed as blood, and a blur of blur in her eyes as she was pressed by her male body.

"Of course, I will..."

The corners of Enzo's lips rose slightly, but a strange luster flashed in his eyes, and the invisible magic spread from the deep pupils. Shirylton felt a sense of fatigue in her heart and her mind became drowsy.

"My lord..." she whispered softly, her eyelids slowly closing.

After a while, Shiryl fell into a deep sleep. Under the action of the sleepy rune, she would not wake up even if she was splashed with cold water for at least ten hours.

"The power of a single rune can just deal with ordinary people!" Looking at the girl sleeping on the bed, Enzo stood up.

"There is Dias at the door of the room, which should be able to block ordinary prying eyes, but to be on the safe side, let's leave a back hand!" After thinking a little in his heart, Enzo's magical power oscillated, leaving a piece exactly the same as himself in the room Afterimage avatar.

"Next, let's go to Giethoorn to investigate."

He stroked his chin, looked out the window, and then leaped out silently.