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Chapter 20 Youth

"Click"

Turning the key, Renn pushed open the door of Catherine's bedroom, and the familiar fragrance lingered in the air.

In the overall warm-toned warm boudoir, the first thing that caught the eye was the white stuffed bear sitting beside the bed. Renn walked over and picked up a note from the bear's head, which read:

Hey, little man, remember, you are not allowed to touch the cosmetics on my dressing table, you are not allowed to sleep on my bed or peek at my diary, otherwise I will beat you when you come back!

With a chuckle, Renn put the note on the table, walked to Catherine's wardrobe, and moved it away.

Placing his left palm on a certain point on the wall behind the wardrobe, he slowly input the energy of the stars, and a rose-like pattern lit up on the wall, the light soft and watery.

In her right hand, she took out the keychain given by Catherine and placed the crescent moon pendant in the center of the pattern.

"buzz"

There was a slight trembling sound, the wall slowly opened one level, and a rectangular walnut box flew into his hands.

Ren sat on her pink silk sheets and placed the box on the bedside table. He touched the wooden box, which had special runes engraved on the inside.

It cannot be opened violently, otherwise everything inside will be destroyed. He put the key on the box, the crescent moon pendant released its glow, and the wooden box opened automatically.

There are some special potion reagents inside, some of which are more expensive than natural sources, but the effects are different.

Renn picked up a golden ladybug the size of a fingernail. This was Claire's thing. It was an alchemical creature that needed to be injected with psychic energy to move and could be used as a miniature camera.

It can be called a voyeuristic artifact, but its weaknesses are also obvious, because it will inevitably emit psychic energy fluctuations and cannot monitor extraordinary people at close range. The more powerful the extraordinary person is, the easier it is to find something wrong.

After getting the thing, Ren didn't close the wooden box. After hesitating for a long time, he picked up the diary with the rose pattern.

The wild rose is the national flower of Falorland. It can be seen everywhere here and is very popular among the citizens. It is also Catherine's favorite flower.

He slowly opened the diary:

August 12, 310: In the season of fragrant osmanthus, I came to Farolland. The scenery here is very charming... This time, I must prove to everyone that I am as beautiful as my cousin, and I will be just as powerful! Hum hum

, I want to become a saint and go back...

September 9, 310: It has been almost a month since I came to Faroland. I chose to join the Witcher Association and shared a small apartment with a second-level female white hunter...

December 21, 2010: Is winter already here? It should be snowing in my hometown at this time. Hmm, I feel a little homesick...

Damn it! How could Shirley be like this? She has had five boyfriends in three months, and she still wears those translucent clothes on dates. Farolan women are so slutty.

February 4, 311: I can't stand it anymore. The soundproofing effect of the house is so bad. The women of Faloran don't object to premarital relationships!

If this were in Knockman, you could only live together after you were engaged! If it were St. Joan, newlywed women who were not virgins would be condemned!

I don’t understand whether this is a kind of liberation or whether everyone is beginning to indulge their desires. What humans pursue may always be how to make themselves comfortable.

March 7, 2011: I moved out, and Shirley’s new boyfriend actually dared to harass me. Hum, I gave him a slap in the face. I don’t need a man, men are all big pig hooves!

I told Shirley about this, but she wasn't angry and said it didn't matter, it was just for fun. She said that before we got married, everyone was acting like a gangster and I moved away. I didn't hate her, I just couldn't get used to it.

April 2, 311: Wow, I cried because I was so stupid. I failed three missions in a row. Am I too stupid? I always alerted the devil and let the demon escape!

I can't afford the rent anymore, I've pawned all my jewelry, and I'm going to be a loser. Shirley actually suggested that I work as a waitress in a high-end bar to earn money from the aristocrats. Humph! The aristocrats here are more corrupt than those in the empire!

April 18, 311: Ah, my father actually sent someone here and even bought me a house, a small villa. I don’t know what’s going on in my heart... Okay, I admit, I was spoiled before.

The eldest lady is so naive and childish! She never grows up!

That day, I cried in pain, and finally realized that I had been living under the wings of others. Maturity has never been absolutely related to age. How far does a person have to go and how many human accidents can he grow up...



Time passed by, the night was getting darker, and the light of the chandelier was still very warm.

He unknowingly entered a woman's inner world, she opened her heart to him, and he slowly understood her emotions and witnessed her growth...

Finally, it’s time to reach the last few articles.

July 4, 312: I met a strange guy at Baker's Bar. He was an awakened person, had reached the beginning of the third level, and was very talented.

He said that he came from a very far away place and knew nothing about this world. The most incredible thing was that the first thing he did after arriving in Bu Shen City was to move bricks at the construction site!

Haha, that’s ridiculous! This is the first time I’ve heard that an expert-level transcendent would move bricks! Why doesn’t he steal or rob? He’s so cute!

July 6, 312: I invited him to join the Witcher Association, and he agreed. I will bring him in tomorrow. I am not doing this for any merit.

I have a strange feeling in my heart, hoping to get close to him, hug him, and kiss him. I am 25 years old and have never had a man. I may be in love with myself, but I can't control myself anyway.

I don’t know if I’m in love or not, but I leaned towards him without even getting to know him well. I feel very shameless. I’m 6 years older than him, but I just want to give it a try. I hope he will like me like this.

After a long time, Renn put away the diary and returned everything to their original positions. He lay directly on her bed, silently looking at the moonlight shining through the window sill.

He has never been in love and doesn't understand women's hearts. When he was a knight, he was full of second thoughts. When he was a survey soldier, he was too nervous and depressed. His spirit was always tense and he had no such thoughts.

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Deny wanting to sleep with her, after all she is beautiful.

Whether it's an appearance association or a simple desire, a person's desire exists objectively, but he doesn't know how to respond to her.

If you are just greedy for her body, you might as well do what Steve said and spend a gold coin to get all kinds of beauties in the bars in Bu Shen City Commercial Street.

Ren rubbed the center of his eyebrows, parting with life and death. He had seen a lot of blood and cruelty, orcs, giants, and humans. He had harvested a lot of lives. He seemed to have died too. He never understood how to love and protect.

A boy or a young man has to climb many hills and experience many setbacks and beatings before he can become a man and no longer be confused.

Innocence, passion, pain, confusion, freedom, stubbornness, loneliness, the story of your life turns out to be so monotonous, probably just like the weeds in the wind, surviving tenaciously and being inconspicuous.

Ren turned off the light, lay on her bed, smelled her remaining body fragrance, closed his eyes, and slowly fell asleep...

In the distant Norman Empire, at the Duke of Blois's Palace, Catherine's father, Duke Xavier de Blois, was chatting with his wife in the bedroom.

He has blond hair and blue eyes, and looks relatively young, only about forty years old.

He was very charming as a man, but he was looking sad at the moment: "According to intelligence, Catherine let a man live in her villa in Farolland."

The elegant Duchess was very surprised: "How is this possible? It shouldn't be, something went wrong?"

"Yes, it doesn't make sense. If something goes wrong, I will be dead." Duke Xavier was worried.

"Where's Keisha, does she know about this?"

Xavier sighed: "You should know, she has already left for Farolland."

The Duchess frowned: "Is she going to kill that young man?"

"Probably not. She is still just one step away from the Holy Realm. She has not recovered all her memories, but..."

Xavier stretched out his hand to touch his forehead. He had a headache. He should not have accepted this mission from Elder Anion in the first place.

It's better now, I don't dare to care, and I don't dare to ignore it!


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