System: Build My Own Territory-Chapter 791 - 258: You Can Be Even Bolder (10K)

Listening to Nadia’s gentle voice.

Coleman’s eyes lit up, his mouth full of curious inquiries.

"Dr. Nadia, is this really possible?"

"You are the doctor brought by His Highness Mitchell after all."

Despite such inquiries,

his footsteps kept moving, slowly approaching Nadia in the bathtub.

Nadia’s smile became even more enchanting, "Duke Coleman, don’t you understand?"

"His Highness Mitchell sent me to care for you."

"Whether it’s physical healing or mental treatment..."

Coleman curiously asked, "Physical? Mental?" 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Nadia responded softly.

"Yes, Duke Coleman."

"In simple terms, His Highness Mitchell has gifted me to you, Duke Coleman."

"As long as you wish, you can do anything with Nadia..."

As Nadia spoke, she extended her meticulously fair right hand towards Coleman by the bathtub.

As Coleman’s brows raised slightly, she gently grasped his left arm.

The warm, moist, and soft touch directly passed through his left arm into his mind.

Looking at Nadia soaking in hot water, the soft, snowy white before her.

Beneath the roundness, as the hot water stirred, those long, fair legs appeared and disappeared.

Coleman swallowed hard, "So... Dr. Nadia, should I come in?"

Nadia’s voice was enchanting, "Of course, Duke Coleman."

Feeling the pull and guidance from Nadia on his left arm becoming more evident,

Coleman no longer hesitated.

He stepped forward with his right leg into the bathtub.

Instantly,

warm hot water enveloped his right leg.

With the right leg steady, Coleman continued to step in with his left leg into the bathtub.

Driven by the pulling force on his arm, Coleman slowly squatted down, sitting his body, soaking in the hot water.

Just as Coleman was about to speak, he saw Nadia slowly moving closer to him.

With her fair back, she leaned against his chest.

Looking at the neck and shoulders so close, long and white, without a wrinkle.

And the smooth warmth spreading from his chest.

Coleman’s breathing quickened.

His hands almost uncontrollably reached forward, embracing Nadia’s waist.

The sensation of her slender waist and the contours of her vest instantly transmitted.

As if sensing Coleman’s action, Nadia’s head slightly tilted back, her cheek rested against Coleman’s.

A soft and seductive voice sounded from Nadia’s rosy lips.

Clearly transmitted into Coleman’s ears.

"Duke Coleman, you can be bolder."

Upon hearing this,

Coleman no longer hesitated.

With a slight turn of his arms, he shifted Nadia’s body aside, his face directly leaning to Nadia’s lips.

At the same time,

his left hand crossed over Nadia’s abdomen, reaching upwards to the snowy white he long coveted.

When covering the snowy white before Nadia, feeling its fullness and comfort,

Coleman’s body couldn’t help but shudder.

Playing with it slightly at the high arched area before Nadia,

Coleman’s left hand slowly traveled downward.

Shortly after,

a faint sound came from Nadia’s mouth right before him.

Coleman no longer made any excess movements.

His arms exerting force, lifted Nadia, placing her before him.

...

Meanwhile, on the other side.

A horse-drawn carriage led by four horses slowly came to a stop under the reins of the driver.

The coachman seated at the front turned his head to glance to the left.

There stood a tall white building.

At the top of the structure, a huge cross shaping the outline of a human body.

Having verified the location, the coachman quickly dismounted from his seat.

He took a carved and polished wooden ladder from the side, setting it beside the carriage.

Having done all this, the coachman reminded the luxurious carriage before him.

"Your Highness, we have arrived."

As soon as the coachman’s voice fell, a deep and powerful sound echoed from within the luxurious carriage.

"Hmm!"

Upon getting a response, the coachman dared to open the carriage door.

With the coachman’s assistance, a tall and robust body bent over, stepped out of the carriage.

His golden hair flowed like a lion’s mane.

Combed from the front to the nape.

Clad in a long silk robe embroidered with patterns, tightly fit across his muscular body.

When he stood straight, those two meters tall, his robust body resembled a standing lion.

After he walked out of the carriage, the four warhorses ahead visibly shook their manes as if relieved.

The coachman bowed, head down, not daring to meet the eyes of the robust man before him.

The robust man was none other than the eldest son of Charlemagne VI of the Karedi Empire — Mitchell Carolin.

After glancing at the coachman, Mitchell focused his gaze forward.

Within the transparent white building, lights from oil lamps and candles were evident.

Mitchell spoke indifferently, "Wait for me here."

Upon hearing this, the coachman’s heart tightened, quickly responded.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Mitchell pondered briefly, then stepped toward the church ahead.

Until the corner of his eye confirmed Mitchell had walked far away.

The coachman still dared not relax at all.

Knowing well, he was the very Mitchell Carolin once nicknamed the Spear of the Empire!