"If this thing is so useful, then does Mrs. Isabel have it?" Droste asked casually, squinting his eyes and enjoying it.

"Of course not, I have one too, but it's one of the few I have. I'll give it to you first." Mrs. Isabel said seriously.

"Okay..." Drost nodded and then said, "By the way, Mrs. Isabel's room smells really good. The air is filled with the scent of Isabel. Is that the scent of this body lotion as well?"

"No, it wouldn't be so obvious..." After hearing what Drost said, Mrs. Isabel suddenly blushed again.

When she was a teenager, she had heard a legend that only people who truly loved her could smell her body fragrance, while ordinary people could not smell it at all.

This was most likely the reason why Droste suddenly said he smelled a fragrance in his room.

As she thought about it, a hint of sweetness emerged in Mrs. Isabel's heart again.

It seems that I am very important in Droste's heart, and the shop owner also values ​​me very much.

"Oh - OK, but it smells really good." Drost licked his lips and looked at Mrs. Isabel with a smile. "Mrs. Isabel, please invite me to your room more often. This smell is really wonderful."

"You came here for the smell." Mrs. Isabel scolded him and rolled her eyes. "But... coming to that, I'm going to try the hunger marketing that the shop owner mentioned last time in two days. I've already posted the notice."

"Oh? Sure, then you can get off work on time, or even earlier." Droste touched his chin and continued, "But it can't be entirely due to hunger marketing. There must be some supplies that can be supplied regularly. Otherwise, it would be a pity for those people not to be able to taste your flavor, right?"

"Hmm..." Mrs. Isabel thought about it and relaxed the strength of her hands a lot.

Feeling that his body had almost relaxed, Droste simply stood up, hugged Mrs. Isabel, and carried her to the bed amid Mrs. Isabel's exclamations.

The wet black lace lining could no longer be worn, so Mrs. Isabel was only wearing a bathrobe, which was loose but very short, barely covering her thighs.

The pink bathrobe was not even as delicate as Mrs. Isabel's exposed skin.

"Isabelle, since you're already in a daze, why don't we sit there and do it? How about lying down and do it instead?" Droste looked down at Mrs. Isabel, who was a little flustered and shy, with a smile on his lips.

"But...but the body lotion hasn't been wiped off yet." Mrs. Isabel, who was pushed down on the mattress, had her vision completely filled with Droste's indifferent and handsome face. She didn't even know where to look.

In a hurry, Mrs. Isabel quickly closed her eyes, pursed her tender red lips, and her long eyelashes trembled, looking very nervous.

"It doesn't matter. If you don't wipe it clean, it will be absorbed, right? Or Isabel has so many helpers that you don't have to apply it with your hands." Droste smiled slightly and held Mrs. Isabel's face. Her delicate skin was so soft that he couldn't help but touch it.

"This, this, this... where should I use it... I, I, I don't know..." Mrs. Isabel's heartbeat suddenly quickened and her face became hot, as if steam was coming out of her head.

"Are you shy, Mrs. Isabel? It's really interesting." Drost's eyes moved away from the charming peach blossom eyes, and then slowly looked at Isabel's white neck and protruding collarbone. "I think this place is very good, pushing it will absorb faster." "Well... little shopkeeper, please don't make fun of me..." Mrs. Isabel understood and had to slowly approach Drost's body to feel the hot breath.

"Okay, then let's continue talking about that topic." Droste placed his hand on the center of his chest, then slowly moved it and spoke.

"First of all, your shop needs to limit sales so that you won't be too busy, but on the other hand you also have to take care of those people who come from far away. If they come all the way here but can't eat anything, they will be very disappointed in your shop." Droste soothed Mrs. Isabel's heart and gently plucked her heartstrings.

"Hmm..." Mrs. Isabel could no longer listen. The shopkeeper spoke so high-soundingly and it seemed that his words were so convincing, but in fact, his hands kept moving.

"The other thing is to ensure the quality of each of your products. After all, you have started limited sales, so you must spend more time on it." The other hand was completely dishonest, causing Mrs. Isabel to tremble.

"Hmm... yes, this... haha, that's right..."

"Yes, and secondly, there shouldn't be anything else. Or you have to consider how they want to pack it, and make your packaging box more exquisite, and put some small advertisements on it." Drost said seriously, stroking the blade of the holy sword.

"Something like that."

"Hmm..." Mrs. Isabel was already humming unconsciously. Droste's brute force made her tremble and sway continuously in the storm.

"Is Mrs. Isabel listening carefully?" Drosten pointed at her body, causing her to shudder again. "Don't be distracted."

"Yes..." Mrs. Isabel opened her slightly narrowed eyes a little, but saw Droste's somewhat narrow smile, and the feeling of shame in her heart suddenly surged up again.

Mrs. Isabel had no intention of paying attention to what Droste was saying. Her mind was completely confused. The storm was hitting her and she had no intention of moving at all.

Sink, sink, and sink again...

Even though she had experienced such things several times, Mrs. Isabel was still very shy. As an aging elf lady, she was still like a little girl.

This strong sense of contrast not only made Mrs. Isabel look more perfect and real, but also made Drost want to tease her every time.

After all, the beautiful and charming elf lady looks shy in front of you, with her face red from her neck to the tips of her pointed ears. This strong visual impact is something that no one in the entire Val continent can resist.

This thought emerged in Droste's mind, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

Droste lowered his voice, and it suddenly became a little hoarse.

"Come on, Isabel, let me take you to the front again!" (End of this chapter)