The Girl He Dumped Becomes a Billionaire.

Chapter 20

Marianne's first reaction to hearing "Odin's little emperor" was "There are always unruly people who want to harm me", and even for a moment afterward, all kinds of conspiracy theories flashed through her mind.

However, when the Zor-Elf said the second half of the sentence, Marianne, who had been interrupted in her thinking, momentarily suspected that she had misheard it.

"Say what you just said again." Marianne loosened her evil hands, a skeptical expression on her face, "Why did Odin's little emperor send you here?"

"So that you would not forget him." The Zor-Elf said very patiently, "Both Fingosil and I were sent by him as stand-ins. Originally, Odin's little emperor only wanted to send Fingoshir, but this guy's personality is too bad, so Odin's little emperor asked me to assist him on the side."

Mentioning his task, the Zor-Elf did not reveal a humiliated look, gaijin, in his race, pleasing women who were in the ruling class was something more than normal: "Odin's little emperor wasn't sure whether or not you were a person who liked the new and hated the old, so he purposely picked me, who was the opposite of Fingoshir, to act as a flavoring agent for you in times of tedium."

"Seasoning?" Marianne picked the Drow Elf's chin, looking a little playful, "He can be surprisingly broad-minded. Such a considerate man should not be an emperor, but a daughter-in-law to one of those rich lords who are so desperate for a job."

"If Odin's little emperor is fortunate enough to hear your comments about him, he will definitely be moved to tears." The Drow Elf still had that incredibly meek look, "The little emperor of Odin is more afraid that you will forget him than if you speak ill of him."

Speaking of this, the Drow Elf also covered his chest with his right hand, making a rather sincere appearance, "If you hadn't taken us away from the slave market in Segaunt, perhaps Odin's Little Emperor would have already made us taste all kinds of tortures in the world."

"......" Marianne suddenly felt unspeakably gagged, and finally said with Abigail, "Let's go!"

The Drow Elf was a bit surprised by Marianne's attitude and asked tentatively, "Is there nothing else you wish to ask?"

Marianne met the Drow Elf's pitch-black pupils as the other continued, "Such as how did Odin's little emperor know that you'd be going to Segaunt, or how did he manage to shoehorn us in?"

The Drow Elf's voice revealed the seduction of a feather brushing against his face, "You are my master."

From Marianne's angle, she could clearly see the Drow Elf's soul-stirring collarbone and long neck. Then a well-boned right hand stroked along her chin to the upper fossa of her collarbone, and finally moved along her right collarbone to her earlobe.

"Of course I own you." Marianne was oblivious to the temptation of male s*x close at hand, but gave the Drow elf a glimmer of hope the moment she turned around, "Wash them and bring them tomorrow."

Abigail answered casually, and the moment she stepped out of the dungeon rushed at Marianne and whispered quietly, "Did you want to sleep with that Drow Elf?"

"What if I said yes?" Marianne said unabashedly, "Since it's my first time, I definitely need to find a skilled worker, or I'll be the one who ends up losing out."

"But ......" Marianne thought about the Drow Elf's old driver, and then some subtle displeasure: "Handing over my first time to a being who is not a virgin, how can I look at it, it's me who loses out. "

"Pfft ...... you don't want to suffer but you also want the other person to be a virgin. How in the world can you have the best of both worlds." Abigail shook her head, expressing her difficulty in understanding Marianne's brainwiring.

The next moment, however, she was so shocked by Marianne's answer that she nearly tripped in place.

"Perhaps I could let him coach me aside." Marianne said thoughtfully, "I'm young and beautiful and rich, and I don't really want to marry anyone in the future. If that's the case, why would I want to commit myself. Besides, this kind of thing, if you want to learn it, you'll definitely get results."

"And what if he loses control in the middle of it?" Abigail said intolerantly, "It's not like everyone possesses extraordinary endurance and self-restraint."

"That's why you need 'professionals' on hand to guide you." Marianne said indifferently, "It doesn't matter if they're having a good time, the point is that I'm having a good time."

"That's true." Abigail felt that it was only natural that Marianne would think that way, after all, this female Grand Duke of the Grand Duchy of Norsca was the example before her eyes.

Ever since Marianne was born, Count Kalda rarely set foot in the court of the Grand Duchy of Norsca, and it was impossible for the female Grand Duke of Norsca to keep her hand in her heart for an estranged husband who already had a mistress and did not have much affection for her, so after Marianne's understanding of the matter, the handsome man who followed the female Grand Duke of Norsca around did not change every year, but also did not manage to change his hand. changed every year, but there was no existence that could last for three years either.

At least in her entire life, Marianne had never seen this female Grand Duke of Norsca looking for an old man over thirty years old. Therefore, in a way, the female Grand Duke of Norsca and Count Kalda were both very "devoted" people.

One only likes beautiful men under thirty, and the other only likes the mistress of her childhood friend.

As for the three children of the female Grand Duke of Norsca, excluding Lucius, who is ready not to marry because of the Templar code, Henry and Marianne have perfectly inherited the face-control attribute of the female Grand Duke of Norsca.

However, compared to Henry, who had started hanging out in the land of flowers at the age of fourteen, Marianne, who had been sent to the Union at the age of less than ten, had not yet had the chance to look up to her mother. However, to her eyes, Richard of Solins, Seyss of Canterlot, and Emperor Odin, who had just broken off his engagement to her, were all beautiful men.

After all, the compatibility of the upper class with the lower class includes the wealth and beauty of the other.

It's just that all three of these men leave Marianne with not-so-favorable memories, so she subconsciously ignores the impact of their faces.

"Eh! What are you thinking about?" Abigail noticed that Marianne's pupils were starting to empty, so she kindly pulled her arm down to prevent the latter from accidentally crashing into a building.

"Thinking about something unpleasant." Marianne shook her head, moving the three obnoxious faces from her mind.

"I don't want to see something like an ex-fiancé again in my life." Marianne snapped with an exclamation that resulted in teasing from Abigail.

"Don't talk too much." The young witch wore a high and mighty expression, "We witches believe that luck is all about conservation, and it's possible that all the bad luck you've been saving up for the first fifteen years is meant to explode into a dizzying burst of lucky energy sometime in the future."

"Then I submit to your good fortune." Marianne casually coped with Abigail's reassurances, unaware that her transit had already come.

Only this bloody transit comes with the dashed ambition of a monarch and the shattered end of a woman.