Chapter 327 Leif's Protection

"King Frederick of Prussia arrived at Riga Fortress the day before yesterday, and he wishes to see you."

"Okay! Sure!"

"........"

Saint Heatherine was only stunned for a moment, then said softly, "You mean to have Frederick come to see you, right?"

Qin Mo nodded and said with a smile, "Do you think I'm being unreasonable?"

“No, I think that’s how it should be.” Saintess Heatherine’s tone was firm, indicating that she agreed with Qin Mo’s approach.

Qin Mo really wanted to see Frederick, because according to her adoptive father's attendant, the last person Qin Lan had contact with before his death was Frederick.

Now that Frederick suddenly wants to see her, Qin Mo is not in a hurry. If Qin Lan's death has nothing to do with Frederick, then with Qin Mo's current status as a prince of the Great Xia Dynasty, there is no need for her to lower herself to ask for an audience. If it does have something to do with him, then wouldn't she be being led by the nose by him, which would be exactly what he wants?

"Qin Mo, Winsley is the vice-commander of the Golden Fleece Knights and the commander leading the Knights this time. He shouldn't dare to cause you any trouble, but he might have some schemes behind the scenes. You need to be careful."

"Thank you for the reminder, Your Highness Heatherling!"

Heatherine nodded, then gestured to Qin Mo with her eyes that she could take her leave.

"Your Highness, if I give away my spoils of war, can they use them to exchange for merit or... atonement?" Qin Mo did not leave immediately; he wanted to do something else.

"Do you want to give her the spoils?" Heatherine looked at Leif, who was hiding at the gate with her head down, waiting for Qin Mo, her eyes filled with tenderness.

“I am not afraid of anyone’s schemes, but her identity makes her unable to resist those people’s vicious methods. If it weren’t for me, he wouldn’t have been tortured and hurt. So… I want to do something.”

“But everyone will think… if it weren’t for her, you might not have clashed with Winsley!” Heather’s eyes flickered as she stared at Qin Mo and said.

"Is there a difference?" Qin Mo also stared at Heatherine.

Heatherine's gaze shifted from cold to gentle as spring water. She said softly, "You can give her the spoils of war to exchange for. Not only can she atone for her sins, but if she accumulates enough merit, she can even obtain some honorary noble titles. Although she won't have a fief, her noble status will be real, and she will be protected by noble laws."

"Thank you, Your Highness. I know what to do."

“Good luck, child,” Heatherine glanced at Revere, who was cautiously peeking in from the doorway, and then said to Qin Mo, “You… are a good person!”

"........"

"I'm a good person, okay..." Qin Mo muttered helplessly as she watched Heather's disappearing figure.

"My lord... Your Highness, you... are you going to give me... spoils of war?"

After the two returned to their room, Leif learned what the Saintess and Qin Mo had talked about—a conversation that could change her destiny.

"Hmm! With just a little spoils, you can escape your current life. What? You don't want to? You still want to continue being a holy servant to atone for your sins?"

Leif shook her little head vigorously, "I...I'm willing."

The young girl came to the Great Temple to atone for her sins with a heart devoted to the gods, only to witness the filth and ugliness of the human world. She always felt that she was a sinner and deserved to be punished, but now Qin Mo has given her the possibility of getting rid of all this. She feels that she has moved the gods, and Qin Mo... is her god.

Leif carefully served Qin Mo her meal. The dinner was very lavish, a step up from when Qin Mo first arrived, and the red wine was replaced with genuine Iberian wine.

Qin Mo pushed the plate forward and said, "Let's eat!"

The two short and powerful words almost brought tears to Leif's eyes again. She hadn't dared to go out to get food for a long time. She had eaten everything edible in the room, and in the end, she even ran out of water. If it hadn't rained for several days, she would have died of thirst.

"Leve, you haven't showered for days..." After dinner, Qin Mo couldn't help but ask the girl Leve with a frown.

"Your Highness... I haven't dared to go out these past few days... because we've run out of water..."

Leif's face turned bright red. She knew Qin Mo's "quirks." On the first day Qin Mo left her in the room, he demanded that she not have any smell.

The people of the West have a strong body odor, and since Leif has not awakened the power of the Holy Spirit, she cannot cleanse herself. If she does not bathe for three days, she will smell like onions.

"Oh! Tell the kitchen to send more water, and say I want to take a bath!" Qin Mo had been away for nearly ten days, and had even fought a bloody battle with Arthas in the rain. Her body was itchy, and since she had maids to serve her, she naturally wanted to enjoy it.

Leif blushed the whole time she was helping Qin Mo bathe. Although she was very willing, Qin Mo's strong muscle lines made her breathless.

After changing into comfortable new clothes, Qin Mo sat by the window listening to the rain. This spring, the rain was unusually heavy, continuing for several days in a row.

"Your Highness...would you like me to give you a massage?"

A delicate, virginal fragrance wafted from behind Qin Mo, and Leif asked timidly.

"Um!"

Qin Mo casually agreed. It was Qin Mo who taught Leif her massage techniques. The temple's methods of winning over men were too crude. They only knew how to use sex but did not pay attention to "talents," which Qin Mo, who was used to being served by Kaihime, found extremely contemptible.

Feeling the soft touch of Leif's hands, Qin Mo slowly relaxed her body. Leif's stamina was only so-so; after just a short while of kneading, she began to pant. The girl's gentle breathing quietly ignited the suppressed flame in Qin Mo's heart.

Qin Mo knew this was the so-called "war syndrome." War causes excessive mental stress, and under immense mental pressure, soldiers accumulate a lot of negative emotions.

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