Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Jiaoyang finally gave up her resistance and clung to Adel's waist. Let Adel stay at her place for a long time before leaving.

By the time he put on his uniform and walked out of the palace gate, the night was already dark.

Adel looked at the expressionless night sky, recalled the experience just now, and patted his head with some annoyance.

He suddenly remembered that he had told Lester before that he would go to Rusifan to clear things up, so that Rusifan would never dare to use illusions on Jiaoyang again.

At this time, Leicester should still be waiting for him in his palace. Thinking of this, Adel quickly spread his black wings and teleported to the entrance of Lester's palace.

But when it was almost time to go in, his steps stopped there.

Adel frowned, hesitating and struggling for a while, and finally the chamberlain conveyed the message and connected him inside.

At this time, Lester was sitting inside playing with a batch of weapons from the day after tomorrow when he went to the battlefield. He heard footsteps and saw Adel coming in, and smiled helplessly.

His face was pale and coquettish: "Whenever you come to my place, you start to be polite."

Adel lowered his head, looked at the batch of weapons in Lester's hands, pursed his lips, and was silent for a while.

"How's it going?" Lester asked him. His voice was very calm, but Edel was still sensitive to his nervousness. "You went to find Rusfan. How did he react? I promised not to go to him again." Is Jiaoyang in trouble?"

Adel was still silent, his eyes fixed on the weapons on the table, as if staring at them in a daze.

"Adel?" Lester looked at him in surprise and followed his gaze, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

"Ah," Adel then realized. His body was a little stiff, like a walking zombie. He moved heavy steps and sat on the chair. "I just went to have a fight with Rusfan."

What can he say, what else can he say. Could it be that after he had a fight with Rusfan and was still angry, he went to hang out with that woman until now?

Adel covered his head, feeling a headache. It was still a foggy feeling, and his legs on the ground were even a little uncontrollable.

He sighed in his heart that he had just flown here.

"A fight?" Lester sighed helplessly, "You are still impulsive. You just fight without negotiating terms. There is no way Rusfan will give in."

"Yeah," Adel responded, "It's a tie, but we haven't decided the winner yet."

The corner of Lester's mouth twitched, who asked him this: "Aren't you talking nonsense? If there is a winner in the fight in the palace, His Highness Louis will show you tomorrow."

Adel lowered his eyes. After all, it was his palace, Rusfan, that he was demolishing.

"If you come out like this, you may anger Rusfan and make him find an opportunity to deliberately retaliate."

"He will come if he has the guts." After hearing Rusfan's name, Adel suddenly woke up and became a little excited. He sneered, "Am I still afraid of him?"

In response, Lester glanced at him indifferently: "I'm not worried about you. Of course you are capable enough to ensure your safety from being plotted by Ru Sifan, but the same cannot be said for Jiaoyang."

"..." Adel's expression froze.