After dressing up as the evil girl in the second game, I opened my eyes and found myself in the Shur

The sun was warm in the spring afternoon in April. Sierra was basking in the sun and walked slowly past a flower shop. Then she met Gale at the door of a butcher shop, who was discussing with the boss.

His strong body and olive skin were so different from those around him.

"Gail?"

Serra called him at the door of the store.

Gale frowned and turned his head, looking worried.

"Hey, Sierra."

She stepped onto the steps and asked curiously: "What's wrong? Are you here to buy meat?"

It seems difficult for a hunter to buy meat.

"I am planning to rent out this shop." The boss said to her: "I can't lower the rent anymore. This is a prime location. The minimum is 10 gold coins a year."

"No more renting now." Gale walked down the steps, "10 gold coins a year, we can't even sell enough meat to pay back."

When Sierra heard the reason, she quickly went down the steps and followed him, "It's a good thing to start a business. I can help."

Gale glanced at her and shook his head firmly, "We never accept help from outsiders."

His steps were so big and fast that Sierra could only keep up with him as he trotted all the way, "Gale, hey Gale! Have you ever heard of investing? My help is not without conditions! You know I am also very poor. need money!"

Gale finally slowed down and turned to look at her, "What do you mean?"

He and his tribe have lived in the jungle for a long time and have not yet learned about the emerging ways of making money among the rich.

Sierra gasped and said, "Your money and I pool our money together, and we rent this store together. If the store earns more than the annual rent and costs in the future, I will draw a certain percentage of the money."

"It's fair. I can take the risk of not making money with you." She looked up at the tall man in front of her, "How about you think about it?"

"sounds good."

Gale narrowed his eyes, hesitation and impulse pulling back and forth in his mind.

A dangerous smell rushed into his nose, and his thoughts were suddenly interrupted, leaving only the body's instinct to defend himself.

He looked sharply towards the black classic car approaching at the end of the street, and his muscles all tensed up into hard lumps.

Sierra hadn't noticed anything unusual about him yet, so she just said, "Don't rush to give me an answer. Eric will come to the manor to deliver meat. Let him tell me then."

"We'll talk about it later, you should go home to Serra now." Gale said in a deep voice.

As soon as Sierra heard the danger in his tone, the classic car stopped behind her.

Gale grabbed her arm and pulled her behind her, looking warily at the car window with the white curtain.

A corner of the curtain was opened by a hand wearing a leather glove, and half of Rose Hill's stern side face was hidden in the darkness, while her dark eyes stared at Sera outside.

"Get in the car, Sierra."

He raised his lips slightly and his voice was indifferent and pleasant.

Gale grasped Sera's arm tightly and whispered: "Do you know each other?"

"Well, you go back first, Gale."

Sera, who quickly cleared her mind and entered a state of preparation for war, broke away her hand, raised her head and said to him: "Think carefully about what I said, I'm leaving first."

Gale said with a warning: "You must go home at night."

Sierra nodded, opened the door of the classic car and got into the leather back seat.

Aldin, who acted as the driver, turned around and said hello to her. The disgust on his young face could not be concealed, "Miss Serra, you stink like a fish that has been dead for a month."

Sierra subconsciously raised her arms and smelled herself. The sea water did not leave any smell on her body. She ignored him and turned to look at Rose Hill beside her. She curled her fingers uneasily and said, "Good afternoon, Duke. Where are you taking me?”

Rose Hill stared at her. He didn't know where he was taking people. He just saw her with a smelly wild wolf when he was passing by. He felt extremely repelled.

Sera always felt a chill in her back when she saw his expressionless look. She calmed down and took the initiative to stretch her white and tender palms in front of him to raise the topic, "I gave you a bracelet before the shipwreck. Now it's time to return it." Give it to me."

He wouldn't like her anyway, and I don't know if the bracelet was thrown away or not. It was still worth a lot of money.

Thinking of the smelly ditch she might be in, Sierra felt a pang of pain in her heart.

Rose Hill said calmly: "It's not lost."

She was startled, "Didn't she lose it? Really?"

Seeing her disbelief, Rose Hill was unexpectedly in a good mood. He raised the corners of his lips slightly and said, "Well, it's not lost."

"No, how do you know what I'm thinking?" Sierra took back her hand and asked doubtfully.

"It's all on his face." Aldin glanced in the rearview mirror.

A hint of light red immediately appeared on Sera's cheeks, and she said angrily to him: "Don't talk."

"Then please don't give it back to me."

She turned her head again and asked Rose Hill beside her, "Are you really going to invite me to church on the weekend?"

The girl's eyes were wide open and her milky brown irises were filled with anticipation.

"I never lie." Rose Hill's narrow, beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, implying that she was a duplicitous liar.

This was the second time that Sera felt guilty today, although she didn't know what she felt guilty about in front of him, maybe it was because of the kiss on the balcony.

She twirled her fingers and said, "Are we going just the two of us? You won't invite anyone else, right?"

Rose Hill didn't understand why she always thought her sister would be attractive to him. The other party's unintelligible voice was indeed worth gathering, but it was not worth his energy.

He said quietly: "Who else do you think?"

Sera thought for a while, then lowered her head and sighed, "My sister wants to be our guide. I'm not familiar with it, let alone know where there is a church."

"I understand that having a guide can indeed save a lot of trouble in finding the way, but..." She shrugged, glanced at him cautiously, and said in a low voice: "I don't want to go out with her, it's just the two of us."

God bless her, she told the 'truth' in front of him, I hope she won't be disliked.

Rose Hill chuckled, with a hint of joy and satisfaction in his eyes, "Okay."

Sierra was stunned again when she saw how obvious the curve of the corners of his lips was.

The statue of the god snapped from the mural was smiling at her.

Seeing her worthless appearance, Aldin couldn't help but complain: "Stop spitting, Miss Serra, I just wiped my leather back seat."

Sierra suddenly raised her hand to cover her mouth, her chin was clean and no drool came out.

She glared at him angrily, "Stop talking!"

The car finally became quiet. Sierra thought for a while and asked the man next to her who was staring at her without speaking.

"I've always had a question, why did you want that maid?" Murder.

She bit her lip and replaced murder with "Did everything happen for a reason?"

Rose Hill relaxed her back and leaned back in her seat like a human being, her posture changed from aloof to aristocratic laziness, "So, she tried to kill me."