The special chair just accommodated his huge body like a bear. The muscles on his body were arranged as tightly as iron knots, making him look like a fortress of muscles. There were hundreds of densely crisscrossed lines on it.
Each of the wounds of different sizes showed that this body had grown under the baptism of blood and swords, without the slightest modification.
He is forty-five years old this year. This should have been the age when he began to decline, but there is no trace of aging on him. He is still very energetic, and his desire for money and women is even greater than when he was young.
Strong, as evidenced by the high erection under my crotch.
He rubbed a gold coin with his fingers. The smooth and cold surface of the gold coin felt so nice to the touch. He could even tell the quality of the gold coin. It was minted in the early days of the Erathian Dynasty. It was hard and had the unique flavor of gold.
Incomparably flexible, far more enjoyable than pinching a woman's nipples. This feeling can touch the deepest part of his heart, the imprint that has been constantly deposited in his soul over the past forty years.
When he was four years old, his mother taught him the most important lesson in life. She sold him to a baron for three silver coins. Seven years later, he was sold to a baron for one gold coin.
Another old viscount who liked child molestation. After forbearing, planning, and preparing for three years, he found an opportunity to kill the old master in the most brutal way, raped and killed his daughter and granddaughter, and then brought him with him...
All the money collected escaped. The nobles issued a wanted order for him, and then he spent the rest of his life killing and being hunted around money. The world around him has always been dominated by money in body, flesh, and life.
As time went on, he finally found the truth of this world: all things can be equivalently converted with that golden little thing. Owning it means owning the world.
So from then on, all his energy and thinking were revolved in front of this little thing. So much so that he often had hallucinations when looking at things, and everything was made up of jumping coins.
Ten years later, after he killed the eleventh elite knight of the kingdom who was chasing him, he felt that he had the ability to occupy a place in Erathia. So he formed the Shenmushi Thieves Group and quickly became a
The largest band of thieves in Erathia.
Strictly speaking, the Shenmushi Thieves Group actually has little to do with thieves. This is just for the convenience of naming, which puts them in the same category as other groups that are simply kind and peaceful to them. Under the leadership of Silika and
Under the command, robbery, kidnapping, working as a mercenary, and being a killer are all the business scope of the Shenmushi Thieves Group. As long as they can finally get that golden little coin.
And in this month, there were suddenly thousands more little things like this that haunted him. To be precise, they were 4,307 gold coins. The bill on the table in front of him was clearly written.
The words were written by the cripple Isis, and they were as crooked as the others. But the meaning contained in the fonts still made the words more touching than any woman's body, and made him thirsty like crazy.
This is enough money to buy a small city. Even if you look at the entire continent, no group can achieve such a large income in such a short period of time. The five female elves were sold for hundreds of gold coins, and the most beautiful one was sold for hundreds of gold coins.
That one was raised to more than a thousand by a few dandy boys in the bidding. It is rare to have such valuable goods. Owning an elf slave girl is not only about pure sensual beauty and fresh excitement, but also status.
As a symbol, several nobles are almost obsessed with these female elves. They have even paid a lot of gold coins to the band of thieves and ordered more elves.
As long as they do a large amount of such business, the Shenmuxi Thieves Group can rise to the top of the mainland in terms of strength and reputation. Just thinking about the mountain of gold coins, which is enough to compete with the Royal Army, Silika's heart
There was a fire burning, and the blood was boiling. During this period, he was in extreme excitement almost all the time. In the past week, eight women were crushed and rubbed to death by him on the bed.
.But no matter how many, how beautiful, or how skilled the woman is, this desire cannot be relaxed for a moment. He can be sure that if such a wish cannot be realized, he will go crazy and explode.
The three prostitutes next door were already dying, but his thing was still holding up the sky. The fire in his heart was still burning, getting stronger and stronger. He was waiting for the one who could give him
The one who puts out this fire.
The door opened, and Isis limped in. Compared with Silika's huge body, he was as thin and short as a grass, or a broken withered grass. He only had one hand and one foot.
The facial features on his face were distorted and broken, and there were only a few sparse hairs on his head, making him look like an enlarged goblin.
If Silica is the soul of the Shenmuxi Thieves Group, then Isis is the brain. This guy who once studied in the magic academy of the Eastern Continent undoubtedly has a very useful mind, otherwise he wouldn’t be in his thirties.
He became a high-level magician. However, he was later discovered when he used mental magic to rape a little girl. He also used magic to kill someone while resisting arrest. The high priest who rushed to hear the news chopped him into charcoal with a lightning strike. Although miraculously
He woke up from the dead and escaped, but almost half of his body was destroyed by the lightning magic. He fled to Erathia, joined the Shenmushi Thieves, and soon became the only one with
Silica's second-in-command.
Isis held a robe in his hand, looked at Silika, who was like a mountain of meat, and the thing underneath him that was almost lifting the table. He sighed, threw the robe to Silika, and said
: "Put it on. That gentleman probably doesn't like you looking like this."
The biggest scar on Silika's face trembled, and even turned red in color, like a centipede crawling on his face. He paused, and it took a lot of effort to calm down.
Slowly he picked up the robe and put it on.
Isis watched him put on his clothes, and then walked out. After a while, he came back again, bending down at the door in an awkward and laborious posture to make a greeting gesture, with that kind of sound in his voice.
The doorman at the door of a big hotel said with a compliment and respect that only comes from the doorman: "Please come in. Our leader has been waiting for you for a long time."
The visitor showed no sign of his politeness and walked in without saying a word.
The pace is very steady and powerful, but there is still a bit of the sluggishness unique to older people. From the movements of his hands, you can tell that this is a very ordinary old man, who is in good health at best. His thin neck looks so fragile.
, Silica can be sure that it won’t take any more effort to break it than to break the neck of a chicken.
But he had no idea of trying it. The silver mask around his neck was enough to calm anyone down. The shape of the skeleton of the mask was particularly weird under the light, and the light reflected on it was not the bright color of ordinary metal.
Instead, it has the same delicate and soft luster as virgin skin.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time. Please sit down." Silica had forgotten the last time he spoke to someone in such a polite tone. His voice was hoarse and dull due to unfamiliarity and uncontrollable excitement.
A pair of eyes behind the skull mask glanced at him, nodded slightly, and said in the same hoarse and weird voice: "No need to be polite, I'm busy. Say it as soon as possible."
Silica said in a deep voice: "The scrolls and maps you gave me last time were very useful. We successfully used them to sneak into the elves gathering place in the Tularion forest."
"Then what?" the old man behind the skull mask asked calmly. "Did you find what I wanted?"
"No. We were not fully prepared. We also underestimated the actions of the elves and did not see what you said."
"But I heard that you caught five elves and exchanged them for a lot of gold coins." The old man's voice was cold.
"There are many magicians among those elves. Four of us died." Silica let out an animal-like growl deep in her throat and nose.
"I said it. The elves you can capture will be regarded as the reward for your actions. But don't forget what I ordered." The old skeleton said slowly. "Use the money you got this time to find more.
Helper. No matter what, we have to complete this matter within two months. I have no patience or time to wait any longer."
The whistling sound in Silica's throat increased tenfold, echoing in the secret room. The scar on his face trembled as if it was about to jump. Isis's face twitched, and he quickly said: "But Mr.
You know, there are thousands of elves in Tularion Forest. And they have lived there for hundreds of years. They have even built teleportation magic circles. It is the largest elven settlement on the mainland. Everyone of them is
Natural archers, and a few great mages..."
"I know, so I didn't ask you to capture Tularion, you just found something for me. As support, I will give you this this time." The old man took out three scrolls from his arms and put them on the table.
Above. These three scrolls are completely different in appearance and the faint magic fluctuations that spill out, but the same thing is that there is a small purple skull on the top of the scrolls.
Looking at these three scrolls and the little purple skull on them, Isis next to him let out a trembling groan, as if a pervert had seen a naked beauty. He specialized in magic items when he was in the magic academy.
With its excellent identification and production, you can tell at a glance what kind of good thing it is.
"One is still the kind of scroll that can break the enchantments of the elves, and the other two are large-scale magic to help you fight against the wizards of the elves. I believe these two scrolls will be very helpful to you." The old man.
After a pause, his tone cooled slightly, and he said, "In other words, this is the last chance I give you. I hope you won't disappoint me." The old man finished speaking calmly and took out another teleportation scroll.
.
"Yes, yes, definitely, definitely." Isis nodded vigorously and bent down. His already rickety body looked like a strange arthropod. He seemed to have used a lot of strength to dare to open his mouth and pull away.
The old man on the scroll said cautiously: "Sir, I am very happy to serve you. I don't ask for any reward, and I definitely don't dare to guess where you are from and who you are... I just want to help you complete this task."
thing, can you allow me to become a member of you and your companions...ah... no, no, no, how am I qualified? I mean, even if I become a subordinate or servant of gentlemen, I will
Willingly…”
The old man turned his head, and his eyes under the skull mask fell coldly on Isis's face.
All the movable muscles in Isis's body immediately twitched. I don't know whether it was because of excitement or fear, but he stammered: "No, I am definitely not thinking wildly. I just admire your superb magic art and hope you can give me some advice.
Just for a moment, that’s all. Although you have great powers and are omnipotent, I can also help you solve many trivial matters. I just ask that you can... be able to..."
"Wait until you finish this matter." The old man dropped this sentence, unfolded the scroll and disappeared into the blue light.
The originally ugly face of Isis became even more distorted in excitement and joy. After being stunned for a while, he finally regained his breath and walked to the table to look at the four scrolls carefully.
The brilliance that saints only have when they admire miracles.
"Is this old man really from the Undead Guild you mentioned?" Silica suddenly asked.
"Of course." Isis subconsciously looked around and replied in a low voice, as if he was afraid that this taboo prophecy would be noticed by the old man just now. "Didn't you see that mask? It is the most expensive mithril production.
It's permanently soaked with magic and strengthened. And these three scrolls..." His dry fingers touched the scrolls on the table, and his fingers and voice were trembling slightly, like a teenager who was touching his lover's breasts for the first time.
"The seals in the two scrolls are all great magic. Just like the scroll he gave us last time to break the elven barrier, they are both the art of magic. And the magic materials needed to make such scrolls...
...Ah, there are actually star fragments...Oh, my God...that can't be bought with gold coins at all." Isis sighed and concluded like a hymn: "In this world, except for the death of Diyagu,
Who else in the Spiritual Guild can have such a grand gesture and such a superb magical art?"
Silica stood up. The chair he was sitting on immediately fell apart and became pieces of wood on the ground. He looked at the place where the old man had stood just now, and the scar on his face seemed to jump up immediately.
And bite, he said word by word: "If it weren't for the sake of money, I would have torn this old man into pieces just now. I hate people talking to me in that tone. No matter he is a human or
ghost.".
"Fortunately you didn't do that, otherwise we would be really ghosts..." Isis lowered his head and muttered to himself. He had always had a headache with the boss's temper. "You don't know, Diyagu's
Necromancers are the ones who truly stand at the top of the world, and their vision and experience are different from ours. Otherwise, why would they leave those priceless elves alone and let you make money? They must have some scruples and something.
It's not convenient to show up in person, so this is an advantage for us..."
"I don't care what kind of knowledge they have or what they want to do. I just need to know what I can get." Silica looked hard at Isis and the three scrolls, his voice was hot.
Hot. "Tell me, what can these three scrolls bring me?"
Isis thought for a while and replied: "No matter how well we use these three scrolls, it will be difficult for us to fight the elves head-on. But if we grab what the gentleman wants and grab a dozen elves, there should be no problem.
of."
"Ten or so..." Silica smacked his lips, narrowed his eyes, and chewed the quantifier carefully. After a while, he asked Isis again: "What kind of magic is sealed in those two scrolls? What kind of magic is there?"
What does it do? How long does the effect last?”
"Er... this shouldn't be a direct killing magic..." Isis quickly picked up the scroll and looked at it carefully, feeling that fortunately his level in this area was higher than the magic level, and he came to a conclusion in a short time, and
He reported to the boss with surprise and joy. "Although I am not sure, these two pictures should be..."
After listening to the explanation of the scroll, Silica was surprisingly unresponsive. He even became quiet, sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes.
Isis looked at him quietly, not daring to disturb him. He knew very well that although this boss was more violent and more fierce and domineering than anyone else, he seemed to be able to jump up at any time and tear any opponent to pieces alive.
But when necessary, he can completely calm down, analyze rationally, and then wait for the opportunity with a patience beyond ordinary people. This is a man who can show off the ferocity of a lion at any time, but also have the calmness of a poisonous snake, the cunning of a fox, and the cunning of a scorpion.
People who have endurance deep in their hearts. The Shenmushi Thieves can become the largest force in the darkness of Erathia, but their ferocity alone is not enough.
This is also the reason why Isis has always been willing to succumb to this seemingly rough and reckless man. The mind is indeed important sometimes, but the real power is the soul.
After a while, Silica opened her eyes and asked Isis: "I remember you said that those elves are very rich."
Isis was stunned and said: "When I say this, I only refer to the magic items they have accumulated in their hands. Since they can build a long-term teleportation magic circle, in terms of magic materials and level, they can probably compete with Erathia.
Such a big country is comparable. But those guys don’t have much gold coins..."
Silica hummed, pondered for a while, and said, "We have to hire helpers. They are the same people we planned to ask them to help last time."
"But...the prices those people ask for are very high..." Isis said hesitantly.
In fact, after receiving the commission and scroll from the mysterious old man who was suspected of being a necromancer, Silica did not take any direct action. Although Isis was sure of the role of the magic scroll, the Tularion Forest did not
It is not a place where you can come and go casually. The beauty of female elves is famous all over the world, and many nobles have long been eager for it. However, it is almost unheard of to catch female elves in the past ten years. This shows how prepared the elves are.
How powerful. So Silica did not take any action rashly, but hired some other people to experiment.
There are many criminals in Erathia. The Shenmushi Thieves are not the only ones who do anything for money. Moreover, because those people are accustomed to working alone, they are almost all good people who can work alone. Those who hire them to take action.
Worth is naturally proportional to skill. It was just a trial, and Silica was not willing to spend a lot of money to hire a real expert, but if the trial was so effective, then the next thing would be a different matter.
"We agree to whatever they want. Even if they have to pay a deposit in advance, we will pay it." Silica calmly gave the order to Isis, word for word. "Remember, as many masters as there are in Erathia, we will pay it."
Invite me. No matter how much it costs, use all our funds and not even leave a single gold coin."
Silica's voice was calm. Not only was he calm and steady, but he seemed to regard the gold coins that were his source of motivation as something extraneous and did not cherish them at all.
Isis listened carefully. Although he was a little surprised, he still had no questions or doubts. He understood that there was only one situation that would make a money-hungry person spend a lot of money and lose everything. And this plain tone also explained what he had done.
His determination was so great. The truly powerful emotions are those that can be hidden in the heart. He immediately nodded and turned around: "I know, I'll do it right away."
"Wait." Silica stopped him and took a deep breath. The slight trembling sound in her throat echoed in the secret room, like an active volcano that was about to erupt at any time. "After you get out, ask someone to find it for me.
Here are three girls..." He paused, and his exhaling voice trembled even more. "I want a boy from a noble family, a thirteen-year-old boy with blond hair. Remember, a noble boy, preferably a viscount.
's son."
"Yes. I understand." Isis nodded, turned around and walked out. It seemed that he was infected by the boss, and he was a little excited and anxious. He could see that the next step would be an unprecedented big operation.
.Maybe he should find a woman to relieve himself and relax a bit. Isis thought to himself.
Although his thing was unfortunately completely destroyed by that lightning, he still had other ways. Carefully appreciating the beautiful woman's painful wails was the only way he could be satisfied now.