In fact, there were several times when Ruibo was so impulsive that he wanted to pick up an oil painting, lift it in front of him and carefully check the dew that seemed to be dew but not dew, and was always hazy inch.

In addition to these, there are some other things that make Ruibo feel itchy.

Most of the beauties were wearing strange accessories he had never seen before...

A string of extremely sparse pearl necklaces or delicate chains hang down along the slender legs.

A long golden needle as sharp as a wasp sting was exposed from the hips.

This often appears in those oil paintings and has almost become a common jewelry.

Looking at these accessories, Ruibo felt inexplicably hot all over.

His face was flushed and his cheeks were burning.

"Are these?" Mr. Hyde asked, pointing to the nine oil paintings stacked in stacks.

"Yes, yes." The butler nodded and bowed repeatedly.

Ruibo looked at it secretly and could only see the first oil painting, and the ones below were covered by the painting and could not be seen.

Unlike all other beautiful nude paintings, in addition to Miss Lisa Medin, there is also an eight or nine-year-old child next to this painting.

In the painting, Miss Lisa leaned naked on a hillside. She supported her upper body with her right elbow, lifted her waist away from the ground, and formed a perfect curve. Her tight back made her plump breasts look particularly pointed and upright. Her slender waist raised high raised her beautiful hip curve. Her left leg was completely placed straight on the grass and looked particularly slender. Her right leg raised her slender jade feet and pointed straight towards the sky.

Miss Lisa's slightly curled blond hair was scattered behind her, reflecting the green grass, like the tiny sunshine on the rippling lake. Her pointed chin was slightly raised to reveal her snow-white and slender neck, and her crystal clear and lively eyes and straight and delicate nose bridge were truly a perfect masterpiece for the gods.

Half kneeling beside Miss Lisa was an eight or nine-year-old child with the same elegant and slightly curved hair, but the color was different. Judging from the combination of the child's eyebrows, eyes and nose, he and Miss Lisa really looked very similar. This should be the real Rebow, Byndith, the lord heir who died in the plague seven years ago.

The child in the painting hugged Miss Lisa's long raised legs tightly with one hand, and held a long, sparsely stringed pearl necklace in the other hand. The other end of the necklace disappeared from where Miss Lisa's legs intersected.

Seeing this painting, Ruibo felt his heartbeat suddenly accelerated a lot, his chest was so stuffy that it seemed to explode immediately, and his throat was also burning. It seemed that he accidentally swallowed a piece of red charcoal. What made Ruibo even more uncomfortable was that his lower abdomen was bloating and painful.

Suddenly, Ruibo found a piece of his pants that was obviously protruding in front of his pants, and his face turned even more red. Ruibo quickly turned his head and didn't dare to look at it again. Perhaps, this was really too exciting for him.

"This is the birthday gift given to Mr. Ruibo on his eighth birthday." The housekeeper explained from the side.

"It's unheard of for such a gift. I'm afraid the real gift is not this painting."

Mr. Hyde said.

"Mr. Hyde, you see, can I completely deal with these extremely dangerous paintings?"

Eckert asked.

Mr. Hyde pondered for a while, turned his head and asked the butler next to him: "Have your master ever asked anyone to see these paintings?"

"I have seen it, and Viscount Belfore and Viscount Anime are both good friends of the master.,' the housekeeper replied: "But I can't know whether these pictures have been revealed or not."

"What are the backgrounds of these two viscounts?" asked Mr. Hyde.

"I don't know very well, I just know that they are quite fed in the capital Franx." said the housekeeper.

"Have they ever seen the real Rebbo Byrndit?" Mr. Hyde asked further.

"No, although the lady is quite obedient to the master, she has never been willing to see outsiders, and she even doesn't want anyone to know her true identity. In fact, we servants originally didn't know that the lady was the daughter of the lord. The master was always considerate of the lady in these aspects, and the young master has always been by his wife. In my memory, he has never left the wife. When the master had a guest visit, the young master hid in the room with his wife and did not come out." said the butler.

"Eckert, let Ted go back to Southport and let him bring Kobe here."

Mr. Hyde ordered.

"Caubi? Are you planning to use these paintings?" Eckert was certainly clear about what Mr. Hyde asked him to bring him to.

Kaubi is an art liar who is specialized in their group to make fakes and sell them secretly to cheat huge amounts of money.

Many of the fakes that Kobi had made escaped the eyes of the most savvy art appraisers and were solemnly treasured in the private collections of wealthy nobles, kings and bishops.

Mr. Hyde called Kobe here, and he must have made these paintings imitate. Of course, the protagonist in the painting must be replaced by the Ribo in front of him.

"I understand, I'll do it now." Eckert agreed.

Mr. Hyde flipped through the stack of oil paintings casually. Although Ruibo wanted to take a look at them secretly, he was a little scared. As for what he was afraid of, he himself didn't know very well.

"Are these paintings drawn at once?" Mr. Hyde asked.

"No, it's probably every few months that the master will draw a picture for the master." said the housekeeper. "Why are the backgrounds mostly wild?" asked Mr. Hyde.

"I don't have any idea about this, it's true." The housekeeper scratched his head and said, "The master has a small house outside Nangang City, a very simple small house. I think these paintings were all drawn nearby."

"Do you know where that cottage is?" asked Mr. Hyde.

"I know, I've been there a few times."

"Eckert, please run once. If something is hidden there, it will be trouble." Mr. Hyde ordered.

"Oh, I remembered something, but I don't know if it's useful." The butler suddenly patted his head and said.

"What's the matter?" asked Mr. Hyde.

"Often the things the master and the wife do always close the doors and windows, and they will never allow anyone to get close to the bedroom. However, there will always be one or two days a month, the wife's bedroom will be completely different from usual. Not only are the curtains opened, but the doors are all open. However, we servants have already developed a habit. Without the master's instructions, we will never get close to the wife's bedroom." said the butler.

"I understand," Mr. Hyde nodded: "Butler, you are also rushing back to Southport with Eckert. Apart from that mountain hut, what else does your master have been there for a while?"

"There is a boat, a small boat. Apart from that, it seems that there is no more. Since I met my wife, the master has settled in Nangang. In my memory, the master has never been to other places. The boat was used by the master to fish, and the lady has never been interested in fishing." said the butler.

"Just in case, it's better to find out clearly, you can go down." Mr. Hyde said.

After the butler agreed, he respectfully stepped back and walked out of the room.

"Eckert, call Frera," Mr. Hyde ordered.

"I'm afraid it's a little difficult. Frera said that she was dirty and tired all the way. She wanted to take a shower first and relax, but she was afraid she was still soaking in the bathtub now. You know her temper." Eckert replied helplessly.

"Then call Pemb over first, I have something to tell him," said Mr. Hyde.

Ekt nodded and walked out the door, and after a while he led Peem back into the hall.

"Frera has come out of the bath, she is putting on makeup, which may take another half an hour," Eckert said to Mr. Hyde.

"Boss, as you mean, I have brought the manpower and spies you need, totaling one hundred and fourteen golden fingers and two hundred and thirty-eight spies. I have temporarily arranged it outside the city. I have told them not to do business during this period." Pemb reported.

"Who is their head?" asked Mr. Hyde.

"Every group of people has their own heads, and Brother France and England are responsible for the general dispatch." Pemb replied.

"Very good. You ask the local boys, each of them to bring one or two companions from other places, to get the geography of Serthburg in these days, and let them find out something. Just now, I sent Hess to pick up Rebow, but Hess himself was not Hess himself. On the way back, Rebow was almost ambushed. Fortunately, he was clever and escaped. However, Hess is afraid of a lot of danger. I want you to find out who arranged all this, and Hess is dead or alive." Mr. Hyde ordered.

"Yes, I'll do it right away." Pemb agreed.

"Boss, what are you going to do with this matter?" Eckert asked.

"A game requires rules of the game. Since someone has set this game for us, let us play it together according to this game." Mr. Hyde said with a gloomy face.

"Since others can kill our people, we can also cut off their wings, right?" Eckert asked.

"You're right, not to mention that if I continue to indulge in this way, those guys will think that they have everything in hand, and I'm afraid they will have more courage and appetite." Mr. Hyde said.

"Boss, what is my job?" asked Kelle, who stood aside and never spoke.

"You are still secretly protecting Rebbo for the time being. When you need your action, I will naturally tell you. By the way, Fez has already brought out the madman and you go and meet him." Mr. Hyde said.

Speaking of this, Mr. Hyde suddenly thought of something, and he asked Kelle: "How are the other killers now? Have you contacted?"

"They haven't responded yet, but there should be news in another week. Head, you actually don't need to call those people at all. With the help of a lunatic, I can get any target." Kelle said.

"No, some things are not suitable for you to do. You are too clean to take action. What I need now is bloody, more bloody means than those people, so that they can shock those people." Mr. Hyde explained.

Just as Mr. Hyde was thinking about who would leave this matter to more appropriately, there were sounds of knocking outside the door.

"Is it Frera? Come in." Mr. Hyde shouted.

The door was gently pushed open, and a beautiful beauty walked into the door.

Seeing this woman walk in, Ruibo felt a thunderous thunder inexplicably.

Ribo has not seen a beautiful woman. Miss Fanny who fell in love with him deeply is a beauty. The amiable Miss Lanty next to Miss Medin is also a beauty. In addition, she has only seen the portrait and has never seen a real person, Miss Medin's own "mother", is also peerless.

In terms of beauty, it is hard to distinguish between the four of them, and each has its own beautiful and charming place.

But Miss Frera feels so unique.

Ruibo always felt that her every move, eyes, and even her voice had a temptation, a strong temptation.

This temptation was obviously useless to an old man like Mr. Hyde and Peem. As for Kelle, he was even more unresponsive, and even Eckert seemed indifferent. 'But it was not the case for Rebbo at all. This temptation was extremely fatal. Rebbo quickly turned his face and did not dare to stare at Miss Frera anymore.

And his face had long been red like a ripe apple.

Ribo's reaction seemed extremely normal to the Miss Frera. She had already been accustomed to it. In order to make every move perfect and to make every frown and smile charming, she had done so much hard work.

Just to have a perfect body, she didn't know how much pain and torture she had endured. Delicious and delicious food became a fun she could never enjoy. She had to bathe in ice water in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month and just to make her skin more delicate and smooth.

Who knows that the snow-white and pink skin is caused by the huge pain caused to itself by hot hot towels and bone-black cold towels?

What we got in the end was everyone's eyes.

In fact, one of the things that Frera is most proud of is that she doesn't have to rely on naked body and tease with words, so that men can obey her mercy wholeheartedly.

Of course, everything is exceptional. The people in front of her are definitely not tempted. Frera did not intend to waste this effort. However, her years of habit made her extremely lethal to ordinary people even if she did not deliberately seduce others. What's more, in front of her was a boy who was in a period of youth and energy that was just beginning to fall in love. Moreover, the paintings before this deeply stimulated his soul, emotions and every nerve. This boy had already accumulated a lot of lust and had nowhere to vent. How could he withstand her fatal temptation?

This boy really made her feel very interesting and cute.

With Frera's rich experience, of course she could see at a glance that Ruibo was just a child without enlightenment. Although, following the head's instructions and after his own training, this young man would definitely become the kind of lewd who tortures women for fun, but now at least he is still a young man who doesn't know anything.

Frera walked to Ruibo, and she gently stroked Ruibo's cheek with her delicate and slender hands.
To be continued...