Tonight， Your Wife Will Be Mine. 157

Chapter 157 – 15. Reception (7)

With his right hand stuck in the pocket of his casual troservants, Rome leaned against the wall and stroked his pockmarked chin. He calmly watched the atrocities of his new bride her, Lucienne, feeling that his overgrown beard was bothering him before he knew it.

Cold beauty like the nickname winter stone of the north is harsh. Now that they have confirmed their affection for each other, they are infinitely affectionate and faithful to themselves, but that doesn’t mean their poisonous personality goes anywhere.

“The Seokhwadan is a criminal organization that only looks good on the surface. What else could be the reason that beautiful and fresh dancers like them can stay healthy in the lawless wilderness? It’s because they have a habit of chasing and killing their own people to the ends of hell.”

“Yes, when I was in Grande Mande, I heard about the Assassins there. Bishop Hou, who was a powerful man in the West at the time, was making a lot of noise. They say that the petrification that has taken root all over the wilderness is very troublesome.”

“You mean Dominique Ravel? The serpent was talking bullshit well. That old man is the financial supporter of the Stone Flower Team. He is the one who made the pretty girls calm down in the West where all sorts of gangs are rampant.”

“No, I know that far. However, from what I heard at the time, it seemed that Esmeralda, who had newly led the Seokhwadan, openly burned her ambition to become independent. The secret that the bishop was able to be reborn as the greatest noble family in the west was because of the interests of the Petrified Order and the Order of Knights, right?”

Lucienne, her carnelian red eyes wide open, nodded her head. Rom looked intently into the face of his lovely wife and continued her words her. The appearance of the young lady with her long golden hair was noble and beautiful.

“Perhaps they tried to purify the unruly Seokhwadan and reorganize the Order of Knights with me at the head. Then, Esmeralda must have noticed the impression of the post-bishop sooner or later. So the existence of these women could be seen as circumstantial evidence that the man in power in the West has changed from Dominic Ravel to Esmeralda Zafiro.”

“So is the information I found out from these bitches. After all, you are now the new powerhouse in northern Gaul. There’s no way the owner of an assassination squad could kill a person in power with stronger legitimacy than the previous margrave, right? Then either the bishop gave the order or the bitch Manusi ate the throne…”

“The reason why the king bestowed the title of baron on me came from Sister Marguerite. You must have asked for it based on your friendship with the Bishop. Besides, Dominique Ravel is a man who is like the bishop’s right-hand man.”

“Not only that, but that old woman, how many times have you been helped? Then there is nothing to look at, it’s entirely the latter. Esmeralda This bitch didn’t even know the subject and she went on a rampage. She probably predicted that the north would be the easiest to shake.”

In her calm and calm atmosphere, she gave off an idiom and pointed to the nine dancers and said,

“You have to be smart. This is not a land for a nomadic prostitute like you.”

“In that sense, true education.”

Rom, convinced, smiled. Despite her disinterestedness to her, Lucienne’s disposition to her was extremely common sense as a person in power. Because she becomes the head of a faction, it means that she carries a sign corresponding to it. She has to give back at least as much as she received so that no trouble arises.

Tolerance without reason invites challenges.

There were still five more assassins who entered the mansion without permission. Lucienne asked with a wink if it was okay to continue their introduction to her before finally opening her mouth to her husband’s gaze at her. She chewed her name her, folding her fingers one by one in front of a dancer with tanned skin, black hair and green eyes.

“Umm, anyway, how far did you go…”

The young lady, with her arms crossed and her chin up, showed a naturally virtuous attitude. I turned around after tilting my head against the women who made me unable to resist anyway. I purposely threw a question to my husband who was watching as if he was asking me to try it.

“Do you remember?”

“Asuka to be used as a doll, Shuriya to be used as a rag, Himena to be used as a footstool, and Malika to be used as an ashtray.”

It was an obvious and blatant ploy, but Rom responded immediately. Like a pathetic wife, she responded without rejecting the tricks of the new bride. It’s not that I don’t have anything to say, but it won’t be too late to talk after watching a little more.

“Huh, who would you like the most for my husband?”

“I’ll give you an answer after introducing all the kids behind you.”

“Okay, then again from the fifth!”

Slap! Lucienne turned around and immediately slapped the fifth dancer on the cheek. Like a magic record player, she literally activated her her, who had been waiting for the moment she would recite the appointed words. I asked if I wanted to hear my man’s taste quickly, adjusting the hint with a weeping hand.

“What’s our slut’s name?”

“Master, this cheeky bitch’s name is Amisha. A mid-level dancer and official assassin of the Stone Flower Troupe. I am 36 years old, my family is husband and daughter, and the number of people I have killed is double digits.”

Amisha, who had red paint tattooed on her arms her, was no mere assassin. He was a shaman who knew how to manipulate magic. His specialty was his ability to use curved swords with curses, but he was also an assistant who assisted assassinations by casting spells on targets.

“Amisha, do what you have to do.”

“Master Romuald, that Amisha uses this body as a toilet bowl to apologize for the mistake of daring to harm you. From accepting light errands to avoid breaking the excitement in the middle of a hot and intense affair, to the mouth and tongue of a slave…”

“Hey, don’t just stand still and make fun of your snout. Take off your clothes.”

“Sorry.”

Amisha, bowing with her hands on her belly button, took off her colorful patterned dance dress and continued. Unlike other dancers, the ring attached to the nipple and navel her seemed to have some magical meaning.

Even so, in front of Baron Ardennes and his wife his, it was nothing more than a trinket that only added pleasant sounds.

“… I promise to become a hypnotic slave who cleans everything from jizz dregs to cum stains to cock rice. It will be used for the rest of my life, revealing neatly tied black hair, deep green eyes, and tattoos and rings decorated as if I was destined to be subjugated from birth.”

Amisha knelt down and neatly put her hands together. He tilted his head back slightly and opened his mouth wide, as if asking to use it at any time.

“Isn’t he pretty good?”

“Well, how about it.”

“If you don’t know, would you like to try it right now?”

Rom waved his hand. I mean, I didn’t think much of it. And for some reason, Lucienne, who became sensitive after seeing his reaction to her, put on a gloomy expression for a moment, then immediately raised her eyebrows and swatted at the sixth dancer’s breasts as revenge.

“Why is this bitch still standing when it’s her turn her?”

“Master, the name of this poor bitch is Gayatri. She is a junior dancer and official assassin of the Seokhwadan. I am twenty-five years old, have no family, and have killed single digits and maimed four digits.”

Malice is also wet with inertia. The young lady, who had visibly lost her enthusiasm for her, became more harsh from Gayatri’s turn to her, but on the other hand, she introduced it slowly. With her blackish brown hair and a dot between her eyebrows, she called her pillow, saying that her breasts and ass her would be nice.

“Master, this asshole’s name is Nicole. This item is a beginner dancer and new assassin of the Stone Flower Troupe. She is twenty-one, has only a twin sister, and has killed only four people. Please allow this bitch the honor of being your bed her.”

“Master, the name of this thousand years is Rosaria. This item is a beginner dancer and new assassin of the Stone Flower Troupe. She is twenty-one, her twin brother her is the only family she has killed, and she has killed only five people. Please grant me the honor of being your bed for this year.”

After the greetings of Amisha and Gayatri from Veda, it was twin sisters from Aragorn who started talking. They were slaves with black hair, brown skin, and eyes, with a slender yet voluptuous body and even abs.

“Gayatri makes me bow naked to the West. Nicole and Rosaria keep taking turns slapping and chewing on each other. The bitch who went away ten times first will be your younger sister, so you should know it.”

The last was Claudia, a Gaul-born dancer, not Manusi from Vedana or Aragon. She guessed that she was like a woman who, through some ups and downs in her life, walked the path of being both a dancer and an assassin. The owner of dark blonde hair at her roots her, she was very skinny, but her body shape her was alluring, so her winning role her was a chair.

“Greetings Claudia, who will be your chair. She was originally a bitch, a mid-level dancer and official assassin of the Seokhwadan. She is twenty-four, her family is one of her younger brothers her, and the number of people she has killed is in the double digits.”

Finally, the introduction of all the slaves was over. After scanning the nine dancers from the left, the baron nodded. Lucienne seemed to think that she was still completely unaware of herself, but she was not.

He got up from the wall he was leaning against and approached his wife her, reaching out his hand her to her waist her.

“Can I guess why you are depressed?”

“Heh, I don’t know anything about it…”

“Asuka to be used as a doll, Shuriya to be used as a rag, Himena to be used as a foot rug, Malika to be used as an ashtray, Amisha to be used as a toilet, Gayatri to be used as a pillow, Nicole and Rosaria to be used as a bed, and Claudia to be used as a chair. .”

Although the best mystic scholar in the frozen land is very hot-headed, he is not a very idle person. How detailed adjustments would be needed to not only recite the life he has lived in his brief history of him, but also induce graceful yet immoral gestures.

“Isn’t that the wedding gift of the new bride, Lucienne Lemoang?”

“You bastard, why do you pretend to be indifferent to people when you know it so well!”

It was truly a young lady’s courtship. It was her practice her, as she once said, that when the time came, she would receive her ring her in a way she would like. Rom, who had a cute look on her pouting wife her, hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear her.

“I think you don’t know.”

“What?”

“I prefer you to do it, not them.”

“What, what?”

Sensing that it is time to think carefully before handing over the prepared ring.

“All.”

“… !”

Kissed the lips