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    Had memories of Leon.

    He remembers the celebration of the victory over Constantine, when Loseweather came to talk to him, slightly drunk.

    She says the throne is a giant cage and she is the queen bound by it.

    At the time Leon didn’t quite understand what that meant.

    But now, he could more or less feel what it was like to be a king.

    Or the price of being king.

    It’s no wonder the Master didn’t let him learn more about the world of those in power in the first place, just be a good boy and do his screw job.

    “How does it feel?” Lois Visser asked as she stood by.

    “It feels …… like that.”

    Leon wasn’t very good at describing how he felt after sitting on the throne.

    It feels both confusing and depressing.

    And …… a little …… er, heartache for Loseweather?

    Let’s call this mental fluctuation “heartache”.

    The full-blooded General Lay could find no other adjective to describe it.

    While distracted, Leon suddenly felt a softness coming from his side.

    Turning his head, it turned out to be Loseweather who had come along and squeezed into the throne with him.

    Leon moved to the side to make some room for Los Vespers.

    The couple was shoulder to shoulder, leg to leg, and even though Leon moved a little, it was still pretty crowded.

    Leon placed his hands on his knees and pursed his lips, looking a little rushed, “Quite, quite small haha.”

    “Yeah, and when this throne was built it wasn’t considered that I could have a husband to sit with me later, so it was made to my size alone.” Losweather returned lightly.

    She paused, then looked over at Leon with a wicked grin, padding her chin on his shoulder and

    “Nah, should we get someone to make a bigger throne? Big enough that not only can we sit on it together, but we can …… do something else on it.”

    xx

    I’ve got an extra shift coming up, so watch out for it.

    22 Self-cultivation of the schoolmaster

    Nope.

    Ten out of ten is twelve out of ten wrong.

    It was a well-known fact that whenever Loseweather had something new to play with or something small in mind, she would use this poor beauty trick to get Leon to let down his guard, so as to achieve her ulterior motives.

    Leon immediately came to his senses the moment she pressed up against him, and at the same time, he was secretly glad that he had almost fallen for the goblin.

    He pushed away Loseweather’s shoulder and looked serious, “Mother Dragon you show me some respect, I have four great emptiness, I don’t get close to women, don’t break my dao heart.”

    Yoo-hoo-hoo, the dog man is still serious.

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