After Sphinx enjoyed two delicious breakfasts, he looked at the two people who were limp on the bed, and they were obviously not suitable to continue to tormenting them. However, Sphinx's huge body, which was transformed, was still a little unsatisfied.
What should I do next?Sphinx hugged his big breasts and looked down at the erect dragon. Nayi and Ning Chun were also tired and could not make any more trouble. Best and Anniez didn't know where to go. Do you have to buy Chun... Ah, I almost forgot her, so go find her at this time!
The one Sphinx mentioned refers to the Venetian lady, Ms. Armandina. She had had a shot with them in the Magic Rat Underground Palace in Iron Light City... Cough cough, the noble lady who had a war friendship returned to Venice to report after the Iron Light City Incident.
Originally, Sphinx and the others had no time to find her residence in order to rush forward, but now the storm on the sea is uneven and cannot sail. They also entrusted Anniece's blessing to make a fortune on the stock exchange without worrying about food and clothing, and just happened to visit this beautiful lady...
Thinking of the beautiful mature woman's figure, the fanciful Sphinx licked the corner of his mouth greedily.
At this time, the beautiful mature woman Amandina, who was 1.8 meters tall like Nayi, was wearing dark purple leather armor and cowhide short boots. The tight leather armor wrapped her mature breasts. Her soft and elastic and powerful legs stood elegantly. The brown hair worn by the silver hairpin was shrouded in the shadow of the hood. Although the pretty face could be seen as the woman's age, it did not look old at all, but instead looked more dignified and elegant because of her maturity.
In this secret hall of the Temple Chamber of Commerce industry, Armandina, a purple-clothed assassin wearing a sneaker sword in his left hand and a long sword and a crossbow, is reporting on the work results.
Armandina calmly narrated: ... The members of the Temple Sisters' division in Byzantine successfully misled the Imperial Navy fleet, ensuring the sea escape route of the Spartacus slave army, but the misguided work of the Central Imperial Guard did not meet expectations and exposed the stronghold. The surviving sisters' members were banning the silence on the spot as required.
Several fat and fat figures from the chamber of commerce attended the report from Armandina, the great mentor of the sisters, began to exchange opinions with each other.
What Ah, isn’t this messed up? How can the branch without Byzantine smuggling goods from there?
I also thought about adding two more villas this year, but now it's all gone.
I had known for a long time that it would be fine if the second princess of the Imperial Navy was not there, but the Central Imperial Guard was not so easy to solve.
What do you mean? Can you blame me? It’s not the responsibility of sisters to do things that are unfavorable!
Looking at these chamber of commerce backbones who were arguing and shirking responsibility, Amandina's dignified and elegant face became more and more gloomy under the shadow of the hood.
Working in the darkness and serving the light is the creed of the Temple Sisters for thousands of years to be Shadow Walkers, using the power of shadow and intelligence to maintain the stability of the world. The image of the Temple Chamber of Commerce is a superficial institution they founded to gain a foothold in society.
However, time has passed and the power of merchants has become stronger and stronger. The Temple Chamber of Commerce, which was once a sister-in-law who was based on the surface of light, has mastered the right to speak through the power of money. The Sisters Chamber of Commerce has become an affiliate of the Temple Chamber of Commerce and has become an organization driven by the money interests of the Chamber of Commerce. The Sisters Assassin, who insists on the creed and not driven by money, almost no longer exists. Even Amandina, a great mentor of the Venetian branch, can only obey the merchants.
If this continues, the sisters will definitely die completely. Amundina looked at the fat and big-eared backbone of the chamber of commerce above and thought sadly that the temple merchants who were fighting for power and profit finally came up with an argument.
In short, although the sisters brought the lowly slaves of Spartacus this time, it still caused our chamber of commerce to lose the Byzantine smuggling channels and make up for the merits.Spartacus' mud legs should do whatever they want, let them use their remaining enthusiasm to make back the smuggling profits we lost in Byzantium.
There is also the "money witch" Anniece who has bought it from the stock market and even the stock exchange recently. I don't know what kind of luck this country girl has had. How can a guy who doesn't even have a famous family background be on an equal footing with us? If you send someone to follow her, whether she kills her or sells it to Byzantium as a slave, you must do it neatly.
The meeting ends here and it has dispersed. You take your beauties to have a good bar. I'll treat you, hahaha...
The report meeting was disbanded, and Amundina, who was called to the hunting dog, sighed exhaustedly and changed into a gorgeous dark purple dress.
Internally, Ms. Armandina is the famous assassin in the Temple Sisters. Outside, she is the vassal of a well-known noble lady in Venice. When her husband passed away and had a daughter, Ms. Armandina, a well-known banker who made a fortune by trading her husband's inheritance as a woman.
Her husband is real, her daughter is real, and the identity of the vassal is real. Only her is the identity of a well-known banker. This is the disguised identity placed by the Temple Chamber of Commerce for her, the sorority assassin master. In addition to a temple Chamber of Commerce that can match the status of a well-known banker, her income is only the work allowance given to the sorority by the Chamber of Commerce.
The beautiful mature woman, physically and mentally exhausted, returned to her home in Venice, feeling tired, and as soon as she entered the door, a melodious and pleasant sound of piano came into Amandina's ears from the second floor of the residence.
It is like the spring breeze blowing through the trees, like the pure spring water flowing, pure music can infect people's hearts, and even the noisy streets around it are slowly calming down. The beautiful and clear music seems to make you feel quiet in the refreshing and natural picturesque scenery.
A passerby looked up at the curtains on the second floor with warm heart: Miss Lucia's sound of playing the piano is so nice. She didn't feel tired after hearing it.
I am really worthy of being Ms. Amandina's daughter and the master's apprentice. She is so excellent. She is not afraid of no successors after her master passes away...
Ah, Ms. Armandina Gui'an!
After nodding and smiling as the young men slipped away with red faces, Armandina quietly listened to the melody of the piano. When she heard several familiar clips from this melody, she sighed: Alas, has Lucia still not escaped from the shadow of the teacher's death?
Armandina walked up the second floor and looked at the door where her daughter had a melodious piano sound. Since her husband passed away, she rarely took care of her in order to support the family. After becoming an assassin's great mentor, the opportunity was even less. The master who guided him on the musical path almost made up for the lack of his daughter's growth.
But such a talented young musician would be so disheartened by the failure of a performance, break down, and fall rapidly like a bright meteor... Alas, why can't you think so much?
The musician's suicide enveloped the heavy darkness on his daughter's head. Amundina, who had not fulfilled her maternal responsibility, stood in front of her daughter's door and hesitated. After hesitating, she knocked on the door gently.
Lucia, I'm back.
The melodious and melodious piano melody was not paused at all, and it was still heard from the boudoir on the second floor of the residence.
The collapse of faith, the unsatisfaction of work, the early death of her husband, and the indifference of her daughter made Amundina's heart full of drought and dryness. Amundina, who was in a difficult mind, sometimes she really wanted to leave this complex world with her husband, and was relaxed and unrestrained, but her heavy responsibilities made her unable to extricate herself, and she did not even have the freedom to break herself for a while like that music master...
At this time, a sister-in-law dressed assassin came upstairs and respectfully asked Amandina: Master, someone is looking for you outside, not a local, please be careful.
Oh, someone is looking for me?Hearing the maid's warning of the danger of the visitor, Armandina turned to look at her subordinates. She had two identities outside. One was a successful female banker in Venice, and the other was a great mentor of the Venetian branch of the Temple Sisters. Which one was looking for her?
Armandina looked plain, gently stroked the sneaker on her left wrist, held the crossbow under the hem of her skirt, and prepared to meet the dangerous person in her mouth: What is her name?
Her name is Sphinx, and she claims to be from Iron Light City, which is the Iron Light City you visited on behalf of Venice before.
Guwu!!?In the assassin maid's surprised gaze, her majestic and wise sisterhood assassin master suddenly staggered and almost fell down the stairs.
What should I do next?Sphinx hugged his big breasts and looked down at the erect dragon. Nayi and Ning Chun were also tired and could not make any more trouble. Best and Anniez didn't know where to go. Do you have to buy Chun... Ah, I almost forgot her, so go find her at this time!
The one Sphinx mentioned refers to the Venetian lady, Ms. Armandina. She had had a shot with them in the Magic Rat Underground Palace in Iron Light City... Cough cough, the noble lady who had a war friendship returned to Venice to report after the Iron Light City Incident.
Originally, Sphinx and the others had no time to find her residence in order to rush forward, but now the storm on the sea is uneven and cannot sail. They also entrusted Anniece's blessing to make a fortune on the stock exchange without worrying about food and clothing, and just happened to visit this beautiful lady...
Thinking of the beautiful mature woman's figure, the fanciful Sphinx licked the corner of his mouth greedily.
At this time, the beautiful mature woman Amandina, who was 1.8 meters tall like Nayi, was wearing dark purple leather armor and cowhide short boots. The tight leather armor wrapped her mature breasts. Her soft and elastic and powerful legs stood elegantly. The brown hair worn by the silver hairpin was shrouded in the shadow of the hood. Although the pretty face could be seen as the woman's age, it did not look old at all, but instead looked more dignified and elegant because of her maturity.
In this secret hall of the Temple Chamber of Commerce industry, Armandina, a purple-clothed assassin wearing a sneaker sword in his left hand and a long sword and a crossbow, is reporting on the work results.
Armandina calmly narrated: ... The members of the Temple Sisters' division in Byzantine successfully misled the Imperial Navy fleet, ensuring the sea escape route of the Spartacus slave army, but the misguided work of the Central Imperial Guard did not meet expectations and exposed the stronghold. The surviving sisters' members were banning the silence on the spot as required.
Several fat and fat figures from the chamber of commerce attended the report from Armandina, the great mentor of the sisters, began to exchange opinions with each other.
What Ah, isn’t this messed up? How can the branch without Byzantine smuggling goods from there?
I also thought about adding two more villas this year, but now it's all gone.
I had known for a long time that it would be fine if the second princess of the Imperial Navy was not there, but the Central Imperial Guard was not so easy to solve.
What do you mean? Can you blame me? It’s not the responsibility of sisters to do things that are unfavorable!
Looking at these chamber of commerce backbones who were arguing and shirking responsibility, Amandina's dignified and elegant face became more and more gloomy under the shadow of the hood.
Working in the darkness and serving the light is the creed of the Temple Sisters for thousands of years to be Shadow Walkers, using the power of shadow and intelligence to maintain the stability of the world. The image of the Temple Chamber of Commerce is a superficial institution they founded to gain a foothold in society.
However, time has passed and the power of merchants has become stronger and stronger. The Temple Chamber of Commerce, which was once a sister-in-law who was based on the surface of light, has mastered the right to speak through the power of money. The Sisters Chamber of Commerce has become an affiliate of the Temple Chamber of Commerce and has become an organization driven by the money interests of the Chamber of Commerce. The Sisters Assassin, who insists on the creed and not driven by money, almost no longer exists. Even Amandina, a great mentor of the Venetian branch, can only obey the merchants.
If this continues, the sisters will definitely die completely. Amundina looked at the fat and big-eared backbone of the chamber of commerce above and thought sadly that the temple merchants who were fighting for power and profit finally came up with an argument.
In short, although the sisters brought the lowly slaves of Spartacus this time, it still caused our chamber of commerce to lose the Byzantine smuggling channels and make up for the merits.Spartacus' mud legs should do whatever they want, let them use their remaining enthusiasm to make back the smuggling profits we lost in Byzantium.
There is also the "money witch" Anniece who has bought it from the stock market and even the stock exchange recently. I don't know what kind of luck this country girl has had. How can a guy who doesn't even have a famous family background be on an equal footing with us? If you send someone to follow her, whether she kills her or sells it to Byzantium as a slave, you must do it neatly.
The meeting ends here and it has dispersed. You take your beauties to have a good bar. I'll treat you, hahaha...
The report meeting was disbanded, and Amundina, who was called to the hunting dog, sighed exhaustedly and changed into a gorgeous dark purple dress.
Internally, Ms. Armandina is the famous assassin in the Temple Sisters. Outside, she is the vassal of a well-known noble lady in Venice. When her husband passed away and had a daughter, Ms. Armandina, a well-known banker who made a fortune by trading her husband's inheritance as a woman.
Her husband is real, her daughter is real, and the identity of the vassal is real. Only her is the identity of a well-known banker. This is the disguised identity placed by the Temple Chamber of Commerce for her, the sorority assassin master. In addition to a temple Chamber of Commerce that can match the status of a well-known banker, her income is only the work allowance given to the sorority by the Chamber of Commerce.
The beautiful mature woman, physically and mentally exhausted, returned to her home in Venice, feeling tired, and as soon as she entered the door, a melodious and pleasant sound of piano came into Amandina's ears from the second floor of the residence.
It is like the spring breeze blowing through the trees, like the pure spring water flowing, pure music can infect people's hearts, and even the noisy streets around it are slowly calming down. The beautiful and clear music seems to make you feel quiet in the refreshing and natural picturesque scenery.
A passerby looked up at the curtains on the second floor with warm heart: Miss Lucia's sound of playing the piano is so nice. She didn't feel tired after hearing it.
I am really worthy of being Ms. Amandina's daughter and the master's apprentice. She is so excellent. She is not afraid of no successors after her master passes away...
Ah, Ms. Armandina Gui'an!
After nodding and smiling as the young men slipped away with red faces, Armandina quietly listened to the melody of the piano. When she heard several familiar clips from this melody, she sighed: Alas, has Lucia still not escaped from the shadow of the teacher's death?
Armandina walked up the second floor and looked at the door where her daughter had a melodious piano sound. Since her husband passed away, she rarely took care of her in order to support the family. After becoming an assassin's great mentor, the opportunity was even less. The master who guided him on the musical path almost made up for the lack of his daughter's growth.
But such a talented young musician would be so disheartened by the failure of a performance, break down, and fall rapidly like a bright meteor... Alas, why can't you think so much?
The musician's suicide enveloped the heavy darkness on his daughter's head. Amundina, who had not fulfilled her maternal responsibility, stood in front of her daughter's door and hesitated. After hesitating, she knocked on the door gently.
Lucia, I'm back.
The melodious and melodious piano melody was not paused at all, and it was still heard from the boudoir on the second floor of the residence.
The collapse of faith, the unsatisfaction of work, the early death of her husband, and the indifference of her daughter made Amundina's heart full of drought and dryness. Amundina, who was in a difficult mind, sometimes she really wanted to leave this complex world with her husband, and was relaxed and unrestrained, but her heavy responsibilities made her unable to extricate herself, and she did not even have the freedom to break herself for a while like that music master...
At this time, a sister-in-law dressed assassin came upstairs and respectfully asked Amandina: Master, someone is looking for you outside, not a local, please be careful.
Oh, someone is looking for me?Hearing the maid's warning of the danger of the visitor, Armandina turned to look at her subordinates. She had two identities outside. One was a successful female banker in Venice, and the other was a great mentor of the Venetian branch of the Temple Sisters. Which one was looking for her?
Armandina looked plain, gently stroked the sneaker on her left wrist, held the crossbow under the hem of her skirt, and prepared to meet the dangerous person in her mouth: What is her name?
Her name is Sphinx, and she claims to be from Iron Light City, which is the Iron Light City you visited on behalf of Venice before.
Guwu!!?In the assassin maid's surprised gaze, her majestic and wise sisterhood assassin master suddenly staggered and almost fell down the stairs.
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