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"I would never have such tasteless feelings." Rita seemed to know that her argument was unconvincing, so she turned to Aponia, who was watching from the sidelines, and said, "Miss Aponia, tell me, wasn't what they just did inappropriate?"

Gisela thought Aponia wouldn't get involved, but to her surprise, Aponia nodded in agreement with Chloris's statement: "This is indeed not a good thing. Although I know you are all very close, other people will still feel that Miss Rita is being alienated by you when they see this."

“Miss Aponia is truly insightful!” Rita said, hands on her hips, glancing at Marta.

In a sense, the two are both rivals and allies. Now, facing unreasonable and formidable enemies like Chloris and Marta, they have no choice but to resort to some extraordinary measures.

But Marta has already turned her attention to Jeanne.

"Hey Jeanne, why don't you try hugging the fox's arm?"

"Ok?"

"Jeanne's breasts are so big and so firm, the fox will be very happy!"

As Marta approached, Jeanne took a step back, crossed her arms to protect her chest, and her voice somehow changed: "I have someone I like, and as a Frenchwoman, why should I go to please this Austrian vixen..."

As she spoke, Jeanne secretly glanced at Gisela, who, without any restraint, immediately raised both hands and frantically waved his fingers, as if to show off the dexterity of his fingers.

Faced with the fox's shamelessness, Jeanne sighed, released her hands from her breast, and went to Gisela, gently taking Gisela's arm. Then Gisela heard her whisper in her ear, "Why are you, a woman, so fond of this kind of behavior? It's not like you don't do it, and on a scale no smaller than most people's?"

Gisela chuckled and whispered in response, "This is different; other people's is always the best!"

After Gisela finished speaking, Marta deliberately grabbed his other arm, flanking him with Jeanne on either side, and then said to Rita, "This way, those who are slow won't have a chance!"

Rita couldn't resist and kicked Marta in the foot with her high heel, causing them both to tumble onto the grass. At first, Rita was on top of Marta, looking like she was about to punch her, but Marta immediately rolled over, pinning Rita to the ground. Rita then retaliated, and the two continued rolling away on the grass, taking turns on top of each other.

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Chapter 575 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter 72 The Mysterious Magician's Visit (Seeking Votes)

While Gisela was enjoying a rare moment of leisure, Willie Young, the captain of the tugboat in Trieste, was looking for his telescope.

"Hagrid, do you see the binoculars I put on the dashboard?"

“No, Dad.” Hagrid’s voice came from outside the cockpit. Willie’s ship was on the night shift today, and the other crew members on the tugboat had not yet come to work. Only the Yang family was on board.

"That's strange." Willie rubbed his hair, which was a color that was completely unlike that of a German, and wandered aimlessly around the small cockpit, searching in vain for the missing binoculars.

Suddenly, he noticed something that looked like seaweed on the floor.

He bent down to pick up the seaweed, but suddenly found a huge pile of seaweed crammed under the dashboard, along with many shells and fish; his boxes, which he used to store miscellaneous items, were almost full.

"Hagrid! Did you put seaweed in my glove compartment?" Willie yelled out of the cockpit.

Then his son's extremely aggrieved voice came from outside the door: "No, how could I do such a thing?"

Willie looked at his storage box and finally shook his head. Indeed, his son wouldn't do such a thing; in fact, no human being of normal intelligence would do such a thing.

At that moment, Willie Young's wife, Felicity Young, opened the driver's side door and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

"My binoculars are gone. They're genuine products from a big company, and they're incredibly expensive."

"Don't worry, I'll help you find it, darling... What's with all this seaweed and seashells?"

"I don't know, it definitely wasn't there when I left last night."

Through the binoculars, I saw the boat owner's family successfully retrieve the seaweed and shells they had left behind. The girl with seaweed-covered hair, who had half her head above water, nodded her head in satisfaction and then turned and dived back into the water.

She moved swiftly underwater, twisting her body like a fish.

Ships kept passing overhead.

Recently, Gisela has been placing orders for a large amount of equipment and supplies with numerous companies that are not affiliated with it through unofficial channels. As a result, companies all over Germany are operating at full capacity, and the number of ships entering and leaving Trieste has more than doubled compared to the same period in previous years. Sometimes, there are even situations where there are not enough docks, and ships are anchored outside the port waiting to enter.

The girl in the water moved nimbly between the ships, so fast that many ships traveling in the same direction were instantly left behind.

The girl's body structure was mysterious; she seemed to have no need to breathe at all. Her mouth was open, and seawater kept pouring into it.

Finally, the girl left the main channel of Trieste, and the surroundings instantly became quiet. She floated up from the water, and after her head broke the surface, she suddenly contracted her flat chest and then spat out a large amount of water from her mouth.

The girl took a deep breath, breathing in the air seemed to make her feel comfortable, and her expression became languid. She rose to the surface and sped towards the shore, standing upright. Her heels, the only part of her feet touching the water, cut through the waves, leaving ripples that spread to the left and right.

The girl reached the shore, where there was a small campfire, though the fire had gone out. She took matches from under a rock beside the fire, then picked up some dry wood prepared nearby and skillfully rekindled the flames. Next, she sat down by the fire, took a wriggling fish from the small canvas bag on her back, killed it with a bite, threaded it onto a piece of wire prepared beside the fire, and began to roast it.

Just then, the girl heard a booming sound in the sky. She quickly picked up the binoculars hanging around her neck and pointed them in the direction from which the booming sound came.

"Hmm?" she exclaimed.

While the girl was observing the plane, someone was observing her.

“No doubt about it.” The man in the trench coat glanced at his companion. “Her actions must be reported to London immediately by the mysterious magic users who were active in the English Channel.”

"Just a report?" The partner looked at the man in the trench coat, seemingly dissatisfied with his decision. "We know there's a mage here, yet we're doing nothing?"

"What can we do? Should we force her away? This is Austrian territory. If she uses her powers, it will immediately alert the Austrian magic energy monitoring station, and hordes of magic energy warriors and magic energy armor will appear here in no time."

"We should at least make some contact with her..."

“The Austrians probably haven’t even made contact with her yet. We have no idea what her logic is. What if we act recklessly and alert the Austrian spies in this city?” The man in the trench coat glanced around as if worried that there might be Imperial spies lurking nearby. “You know their intelligence agencies have changed hands now. How many of our comrades have been arrested in the past few months?”

When the mention of the mysterious magic user in charge of intelligence, the trench coat man's partner obediently shut his mouth. The increasingly dire situation of the British spies over the past two months fully proved that the magic user had other abilities besides being big-breasted and sexy.

“But,” his partner was still somewhat unwilling, “you know the Austrian spies are much more efficient now. They’ll discover this place soon, and then it won’t be our turn…”

"Shh!" The man in the trench coat suddenly pressed his partner's head down, and the two of them were instantly hidden in the weeds on the ground of the bushes where they were hiding.

"What's going on?" the trench coat man's partner asked curiously.

"Under that little tree to our north."

After the man in the trench coat finished speaking, his partner quietly propped himself up, poked his head out of the pile of weeds, and looked in the direction the man in the trench coat had indicated.

Sure enough, someone was hiding there, but it seemed that the other party had not noticed the presence of the two men in trench coats. Their focus was entirely on the magical girl who was still focused on grilling fish on the beach.

The man's partner pulled his head back and whispered to the man in the trench coat, "This guy is probably Austrian, what should we do?"

"Don't rush. Our intelligence department's previous attempts to contact this water mage mostly failed. This time, they probably won't make any rash contact with him. We still have time to plan our operation. Let's retreat now. The Austrians are probably also observing. They've never done anything to alert us; they'll be even more cautious than we are."

After the man in the trench coat finished speaking, he quietly began to crawl backwards. After crawling a few steps, he noticed that his partner had not moved, so he reached out and nudged his partner, making a urging gesture.

His partner glanced at the campfire in the distance, then turned to the man in the trench coat and said, "You go contact London. I'll stay here and continue monitoring the Austrians and the target's movements."

The man in the trench coat thought for a moment and nodded, saying, "Alright, that's fine. Don't make any rash moves. I'll be back soon."

After speaking, the man in the trench coat quickly retreated and soon disappeared from his partner's sight.

The partner left behind poked his head out again, observing the Austrian's hiding place. The Austrian, in turn, seemed to be diligently recording the appearance of this mysterious magic user.

"Austrian devils, don't even think about it. I won't let you succeed."

The British intelligence agent muttered through gritted teeth.

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Chapter 576 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter 73 The Fox Who Practices What He Does (Seeking Votes)

After the picnic, the fox ended its leisurely day and returned to the Hofburg Palace. As for why it didn't stay at Schönbrunn Palace, it was simply because the Hofburg was located in the center of Vienna and was closer to these administrative institutions, allowing it to make decisions more quickly. But none of this affected the fox's current pleasant time.

Now, as she held Jeanne in her arms, thinking that the proud Jeanne Alter no longer resisted her embrace, she felt a strong sense of satisfaction. It seemed that her years of TJ had also had many effects.

Of course, Gisela had experienced similar feelings when she hugged Rita and Aponiara before. However, Rita was keeping a closer eye on her. According to her, she was afraid that she would be deceived by bad women again, even though she was the one who was fickle, unfaithful, promiscuous, and the only bad woman. As for your point about hormones affecting people's senses and cognition.

In the fox's own words, if you like men, just say so. There's no need for so many roundabout ways. The fox lived by her words.

As Gisela pondered these things, she gently stroked Jeanne's back.

Gisela could hear Jeanne Alter's soft breathing; judging from her breathing, she showed no signs of falling asleep.

At that moment, something cold reached under Gisela's skirt; it was clearly Jeanne's hand—for some reason, the girl's hands were always very cold.

"What do you want to do?" Gisela asked, half-jokingly.

Jeanne nudged her gently with her body. Jeanne sometimes acts coquettishly, perhaps she learned it from others.

Jeanne, like a schoolchild caught red-handed, withdrew her hand and placed her right hand on Gisela's thigh, gently caressing the fox's thigh with her slender index finger, but dared not cross the line.

Gisela was somewhat surprised, finding Jeanne Alter interesting today, since she was usually the most proactive one. So she stroked Jeanne's hair and said softly, "Don't worry, I won't use my powers today. I know you're afraid of Su Beiming..."

"I didn't!" Jeanne frowned and emphasized, as if her sore spot had been hit.

That being said, Gisela could tell that Jeanne was quite wary of her silver hair, because Jeanne couldn't win either in bed or on the battlefield...

"Yes, yes, no..."

Since Jeanne Alter had said so, Gisela had no choice but to lie down and accept it. However, the girl's constant mutterings that reached her ears made her heart pound.

"You keep your word, you keep your word."

Whether it was her imagination or not, Gisela felt that the more Jeanne kept repeating herself, the more stiff her movements became, which she had intended to take further.

She felt she should do something, so she turned to the side, reached out and grasped Jeanne's heart, kissing her cheek as she did so...

“Hey! Don’t be nervous, Miss Saint.” As Gisela whispered, Jeanne’s hand visibly relaxed.

"Do you think Richelieu will forgive me for what happened between you and me..." Jeanne suddenly brought this up for some reason. Perhaps as a warrior of pure love, Jeanne felt a natural unease about her actions. Even though she had had various affairs with the fox before, she saw them as nothing more than one-night stands to "deal with it."

But she didn't know when her mindset had changed. She seemed to have gotten used to staying by the fox's side, to taking her orders, and to doing things that she would never have wanted to do in the past.

She's changed; she's become someone even she can't quite understand...

Just then, Gisela used her free hand to grab Jeanne's shoulder, calming the girl down.

“What can Richelieu say? If she really cared about you, she would have come to you instead of continuing to serve that damned emperor!” Gisela did not slander Richelieu, but chose a more tactful approach, starting by criticizing her blind loyalty, which was also what Jeanne was most dissatisfied with about Richelieu.

“I…” Jeanne’s golden eyes dimmed slightly, because she knew that everything was just as the fox had said.

Gisela kissed Jeanne's forehead and continued with a smile:

"It won't be long before I capture Richelieu to keep you company! And then I can keep all of you by my side."

"How could you possibly catch Shirley! You're just talking big." Hearing the fox's words, Jeanne smiled. The fox was quite good at comforting people.

At this point, Jeanne actually became a bit more proactive. She took a deep breath, her chest heaving as she inhaled, bumping against Gisela's body.

Gisela gently stroked his heart and smiled, "Do you remember the first time I bullied you? The look on your face was just—"

Gisela swallowed the words "fantastic" back down her throat.

“Things have changed, things are different now,” Jeanne said softly. “We’ve done it so many times now, I don’t know why you’re not tired of it at all. You have everything I have, and yours is even better…”

“It’s different because I like you. As for my current actions, they are just a means to foster our relationship. Please don’t confuse the purpose with the means.” Gisela felt that the person she liked was still within her control and was not as flirtatious as Chloris was in Berlin in her early years.

"Hmph!" Jeanne snorted coldly.

"What you say seems reasonable, but it's surprisingly unconvincing coming from you."

“It is a bit strange, isn’t it?” Gisela chuckled, then kissed Jeanne again. After the long kiss, with a mischievous glint in her eye, she said to Jeanne, “Come on, let’s continue. Give me your hand.”

Jeanne did as she was told; the next step was to be honest with her...

But then the person who opened the door turned on the wall light, and the blinding light made Gisela unable to open her eyes.

“Emergency situation… Oh dear, I think I’ve disturbed you, but I had no choice, it’s an emergency.” Marta’s voice reached Gisela’s ears.

Before Gisela could react, the thin blanket covering her was pulled off—although it was only late autumn, the nighttime temperature in Vienna was already quite cold for Gisela, a true southerner. She immediately shivered, and her spirits lifted.

As Gisela sat up, Marta carefully examined her panties.

"What? It's not wet yet? Then you don't need to change your panties. Hurry up and get dressed so we can go."

"Where are we going?" Gisela rubbed her eyes, which were still not fully adjusted to the light, and then glanced to the side.

Jeanne was now covering her chest with both hands, her face flushed red, her eyes and nose half-buried in the pillow, looking as if she felt she had no face to show anyone.

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Chapter 577 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter 74 The Shameless Marta (Seeking Votes)

"You lecherous saint, hurry up too." Marta threw Jeanne's clothes onto the bed and patted Jeanne's buttocks. "I've already had our air force prepare a large transport plane. It'll be perfect for us to experience what it's like to fly."

The distance from Vienna to Trieste isn't too far, and they could certainly travel there in their magical armor, but that would be physically demanding, making it neither worthwhile nor necessary.

Na naturally didn't want to admit to the title of "lustful saintess," but now was not the time to dwell on that issue.

Gisela hadn't quite grasped what was going on when she grabbed Marta's arm as she was about to help her get dressed: "Wait a minute, what's going on? Why are you rushing to Trieste? Are you going to buy some local grilled salmon for a midnight snack?"

"Do you remember that mysterious magical signal underwater?" Marta asked in return.

"It's impossible to forget, after all, no one isn't curious about those underwater signals, just like how she's recently been preparing for a scientific expedition to Antarctica."

After all, countries are currently debating the discovery of Antarctica:

The British say, "It was British Captain James Cook who sailed the ship to the area at 71°10'S in January 1774."

The Russians say, "It was the expedition led by the Russian navigator G. Bellingshausen that discovered Antarctica on January 16, 1820."

The Norwegians say, "Norwegian sailor Borchgrevin landed on the cape at the entrance to the Ross Sea in 1895."