Undercurrents surged, but Lance only had time to see a spider tail, and there was no trace of it in a blink of an eye.

The next week, the demon tide returned to calm. Not only did the harps who had been swaying over Feronte and Black Valley retreat their troops, but even the monsters that were invading the incident were invisible. The atmosphere in the entire territory was quiet, but quiet and depressing.

Lance always had an illusion that whenever he was alone, he seemed to poke his hands out of the darkness behind him and slowly approached him. This naturally shocked Lance in a cold sweat, and even almost called the guard at the top of his throat several times, but when he turned around, he saw that the darkness was still dark and there was nothing in it.

I am too nervous, but now it is a magic tide, so such quietness is really unusual.

The person who holds this kind of opinion is far from Lance.

"The situation is very abnormal now." Ma Wei still came to report his work every week. He is now doing his duty, so Lance can't find any fault.

Lance doesn't know what this guy who has always been ambitious actually thinks, but no matter what, he is willing to do his best, which will be the greatest help to Lance at this moment.

Lance nodded, and he suddenly had a strange idea: "Do you think this tide may be exploited?"

Several important members of the meeting around looked at each other. This statement was too unreliable, because the magic tide was like a seasonal climate in the human world. For example, typhoons in summer and blizzards in winter. When it came, everyone was in a hurry to do protective work. How could it be said that it would be used or not?

Baron Ankasa interrupted and said, "The county magistrate is suspicious. This demon tide is not used just by others. If you have such ability, you don't have to endure it until now."

Lance disagreed with this, but nodded on the surface and accepted it: "It seems that I have thought too much. I have been doing a lot of things recently and I am tired. Everyone should handle their own important tasks. If there is any strangeness, you must remember to notify it as soon as possible - OK, let's go and have a meeting."

At the moment of the demon tide, everyone was carrying a heavier burden on their shoulders than usual, so when they heard the county magistrate say this, he said hello and left. In the huge conference hall, only Lance, Heigang and Mosen stayed.

"Young Master, are you just saying it seriously?" Heigang keenly captured some of Lance's thoughts. Recently, Lance has been using all kinds of power to start searching. Only the anti-reconnaissance ministers like Heigang and Mosen knew that it was not the power on the table, but the use of many hidden trump cards of Lance.

Vasqi was monitored, and Kadiqiu was also confined to the point of "Let her rest well". But what made Lance depressed was that the news stopped here. As for what the harp was coming, what happened to the monsters affected by the demon tide around him, and what was behind the infiltration of the internal forces in the town. What kind of deep-rooted relationships are hidden, Lance felt like he was being held in his hand and plotted.

He hates this feeling and wants to remove this hidden danger.

But things went against my wishes

"No." Lance did not hide it, confessing his recent worries. "In fact, according to Changli Ideal, I know that this is impossible. Controlling the magic wave is not something that human power can control... but I often feel like I am being peeked out of the shadows. It seems that there are eyes and hands hiding in the darkness and strangling my neck..."

Hearing this, Mosen glanced at Heigang, who shook his head.

Lance's escort work was arranged by Heigang himself, so this person was naturally foolproof. Moreover, the places where Lance lives are not just a large number of guards, but also all kinds of masters are surrounded by them. If an assassin really sneaks in, it will never be discovered. Moreover, the county magistrate is sitting here safely, which is the best proof.

"Mr. Lance, you are too tired, take a proper rest." In the end, Mosen could only say that.

Lance smiled bitterly. He knew very well that this fatigue was not physical, but mental depression, because he hated the feeling of being out of control of the situation.

The three of them finally couldn't discuss some substantial things, so they went all out. Lance returned to his office alone, leaving Parker and the others to stay outside, and fell into deep thought alone.

At this time, someone knocked on the door and came in.

The little maid from Lance was coming, and she was bringing Lance's favorite snacks and tea to Lance's table.

Seeing that Lance seemed to be thinking about things seriously, Layla secretly glanced at Lance for a few more times, then picked up the dining plate and planned to leave from the door, but unexpectedly, Lance reached out to pull him away.

"Lella, can you accompany me?" said the gentle and elegant county magistrate in his heart, weakly.

Leila felt distressed and couldn't refuse.

But for a moment, Layla didn't know how to speak, because Lance was busy, and the two were always together. Lance had gone to the human world before, but later, even if he came back, he kept running around and back because of all kinds of things. Even if he finally got the chance to meet, there were always other people interspersed in it. It must have been a long time since I spent together alone...

Layla suddenly missed her. When the county governor first came to Gululing, she had no fiancée or Miss Yiwen. She always quietly looked at his sleeping face a little earlier than the scheduled time before he woke up in the morning. Such a day might be Layla's happiest time, but there are not many ifs in the world. There are too many girls who are better than herself around the county governor. Layla knew very well that she should not have fantasies about the county governor, but...

But Lance hugged her and called her name softly.

"Lyra."

"Yes...yes, County Magistrate, no...Mr. Lance." This sudden frightened, even the voice of his speech became a little stuttering.

Lance put his head on a girl's soft chest and hugged her tightly, no matter who would be nervous. Fortunately, Layla would not push him away, nor would she slap him and then scold a slut.

Layla felt her face was having a fever. But she just couldn't refuse. Compared to the shameful attitude of her youngest daughter, what was even better was her feelings for Lance. That, if Lance took advantage of the situation to push her down, Layla felt that she would not resist, or she might have some small joy in her heart - of course, nervousness is inevitable, after all, it was the first time.

However, Layla's next step with expectation and anxiety was delayed.

She blushed and held it in for a long time. Only then did she dare to peek at Lance's reaction, but the county magistrate's reaction was beyond her expectations. Lance closed his eyelids lightly and leaned on his chest to make a uniform breathing sound - that way, he was obviously asleep.

Layla was slightly stunned, but then she smiled softly again: "I hope I have a good dream, Lord County."

When Lance woke up, he didn't know how long it had passed. He found himself lying on an unprecedented pillow. No wonder he slept so peacefully. But what was reflected in his eyes was the office he was familiar with. When he looked up, he found that Layla was smiling shyly, and her flax-colored hair fell gently on her shoulders. Her lovely face made people feel pity.

Layla may not be the most beautiful girl Lance has ever seen, nor is it the most attractive thing to him, but as long as he is staying with Layla, Lance can always calm down from a bunch of anxious and complicated emotions.

Lance's forehead spread back, and his silver pupils stared at Layla. It was so embarrassing to see that Lance now knew that he was lying on the girl's soft thighs. And time seemed to have passed for a long time.

"Have you been here with me, Layla?" Lance asked.

"That... has troubled you?" Leila carefully peeked at Lance's expression. She couldn't stare at the other person like Lance. Almost when she saw Lance's eyes, Leila's gaze would subconsciously dodge from the side.

"How could it be?" Lance smiled slightly, suddenly turned his face toward Layla's body, and said, "Thank you."

"Lan... Lord S?" Leila was a little scared, but she didn't dare to move, for fear that she would break the atmosphere like this.

"Ah, can you please let me lie down like this for a while?" Lance said.

"When, of course."

Lance smiled faintly: "Thank you."

Time passed by minute by minute, but the quiet and constant picture seemed to be frozen in a freeze. Lance suddenly asked, "Lella, do you like me?"

Layla was startled, and the question made her feel embarrassed and her mind was confused: "That...that..."

"Don't you like it?" Lance asked again in a prank.

"No, I like it, I always like the county magistrate!" He said it for a moment, and even bit his tongue.

"What a straightforward and cute good boy." Lance smiled.

It turned out that he was joking with him. When Lance answered so giggly, Layla felt a little disappointed. The county governor probably didn't take his little love to heart, after all, Miss Fiona and the others...

"I'm very happy," Lance said, stretching out his hand and rubbing Layla's cheek.

Huh?

It seems that there is something different. Is the county magistrate serious?

"I like you very much, Layla." Lance suddenly raised half of her body from Layla's knee pillow, maintaining the same level as Layla, then pinched her chin with her hands and slowly put her lips up.

Layla felt her heart stop beating at this moment, and only Lance's face was reflected in her eyes, and she knew nothing else.

But with a "bang", the door of Lance's office was suddenly blown away, and countless black shadows showing their presence shot towards Layla like a sudden electric shock. If Lance hadn't reacted quickly enough and rolled in her arms, the outcome would probably be the same as the table and chairs that were left in place and were smashed.

If Lance could not guess who the person was, it would be nonsense.

"Enough Fiona!" With such a loud shout, the shadows that ejaculated finally shrank back unwillingly. Fiona appeared at the door. She was still expressionless, but the crazy and restless shadows under her feet and the look of looking straight at Layla, they all said bluntly that she was here to catch the traitor.

Lance could only turn his head and look at the innocent Layla, and sigh helplessly.

This person appeared, and I'm afraid there is no show today. Unexpectedly, not only this trouble will come, but also a bigger trouble is approaching.

"Not good, Lord Lance, something happened!"

After returning to the abyss, he regained his interest in cosplay, and Yiwen, a carnivorous girl in a lion costume, rushed towards Lance. (To be continued...)
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