The Shadow of Great Britain
Chapter 282 - 282 187 The Devil's Contract Spirit 4k6_3

282: Chapter 187: The Devil’s Contract Spirit (4k6)_3 282: Chapter 187: The Devil’s Contract Spirit (4k6)_3 With a thud, Eld stumbled into the room, but before he could yelp in pain, he quickly scanned the surroundings.

“I knew Arthur wouldn’t be here, with such an important event tonight, how could he possibly be asleep?”

Coconut Tree sashayed into the room in a long skirt as well and took a quick look at the room’s furnishings before pretending to be exhausted, lounging on the big bed and lazily waving an arm at Eld: “Darling, don’t forget to lock the door behind you, we wouldn’t want your friends to spoil our mood.”

Eld’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he rubbed his arms, a move that made Agares, sitting on the window sill, furrow his brows: “The fuck, mimicking me?”

Eld rose on his tiptoes and lightly touched the door, then, with his back to it, locked it without even looking at the keyhole, as if he had superpowers.

As the click of the door locking sounded, Eld leaped forward like a monkey that had just raced out of the Great Rift Valley in East Africa: “Darling, I’m fucking here!”

But before he could land on the bed, he was caught by Coconut Tree, who was standing on it.

“Oh!

Darling, you’re so strong.”

“Of course, I’m not your average lady.”

The weight of both Coconut Tree and Eld on the bed made the bedboard visibly sag, forcing Great Dumas underneath to involuntarily engage in a forced stomach-sucking exercise.

Great Dumas glared at Tom lying beside him, and although he dared not make a sound, Tom still deciphered the message from his lip movements: “Aren’t you a fucking cop?

What are you doing lying down here?

Why don’t you get out and drive these two away?”

Tom’s face was full of bitterness.

Mimicking Great Dumas’s way of encrypted communication, he replied: “This is also my first time encountering such a situation, I have no experience!

Besides, if I go out now, wouldn’t that spoil Mr.

Carter’s fun?”

Great Dumas dared not breathe a word, but he couldn’t help but complain: “So you’re just going to watch them overhead discussing the mysteries of human creation?

I can’t stand this crap!”

But despite his tough talk, Great Dumas’s body honestly stayed put.

After all, humans always possess some insignificant curiosity, whether towards their own kind or close kin.

Coconut Tree cradled Eld in his arms like a princess, squinting with a smile: “Darling, would you like to try something fresh?”

“Fresh?” Eld was so excited that his heart nearly leaped out: “Of course, the Royal Navy loves fresh things, spoiled ones are only out of necessity.”

“Good.

Darling, just lie down here.”

Coconut Tree gently laid Eld on the bed, then pulled out a rope from the layers of his skirt where Eld couldn’t see.

“How does it feel?”

“Oh!

Darling, are you going to tie me up?”

“Mhm!”

“And cover my eyes too?”

“Mhm!”

“Darling, you know, you’re quite professional at this.

What did you do before?”

“Guess.”

Great Dumas beneath the bed couldn’t stop muttering: “Pretty twisted stuff.

Is this what you British folks are into?”

Tom covered his face with his hands and rubbed it vigorously, then let out a long breath and gritted his teeth: “Mr.

Dumas, perhaps I should go out and take care of him after all.”

At those words, Great Dumas quickly grabbed his sleeve: “Hold on, hold on, let’s listen a bit more.”

A smack sounded like a whip cracking on a bottom, followed by an enraged roar that seemed on the edge of madness.

“I fucked your stupid ass!

Idiot, I’m asking you, are you still acting tough now?

Still feeling wild!

If your hands and feet aren’t cleaner next time, I swear I’ll skin you alive!”

“Oh!

Darling, this is indeed novel.”

“Who the fuck is playing with you!

Are you getting addicted, huh!”

As the private room was ablaze with action, Arthur, who had moved a chair to sit backstage, peeked through a gap in the curtains at the Red Devil perched on the window sill of the box, engrossed in the show.

He stroked his chin and fell into contemplation, and after a long while, he finally praised the ever-loyal Agares, who had been paid a soul to keep an eye on Alexander’s movements: “Although it cost me a soul to have him help watch Alexander, to be so dedicated, not leaving for even a moment, even forsaking his beloved musical.

Indeed, Devils tend to respect a contract.”