[I didn’t ask you to do it]——Fatian’s boy almost poured out this complaint. He nervously looked at the only hope of escape, the hostage human shield, and confirmed that Vince was just frightened and had no physical symptoms.
Suffering some real damage, the hand that was hiding behind his back to gesture secretly to the guards froze in mid-air. The half-breed who breathed a sigh of relief couldn't help but sigh that the magic attack of the human boy next to him was just right.
"quick--!"
He bit his lips tightly and almost fell into the abyss of coma. His consciousness was brought back by the pain. The purple eyes turned down and stared at Vince who was lying on the ground with urine and feces.
"If you don't want to die, open the door!!"
Understanding that Roland was on the verge of reaching his limit, the half-orc boy suppressed his inner fear and shouted.[
Extremely fast, probably the fastest in his life. Vince literally climbed to the iron box with hands and feet, took out the key, unlocked it, opened the door, and untied it - the slimy, smelly man completed the above actions with unprecedented efficiency.
Roland, who was almost about to faint, grabbed the hilt of the sword in mid-air. The boy who had released his sensory synchronization stepped on vain and paralyzed steps and stood behind Vince. Only then did he carefully exhale the tired exhaust gas.
"There is another girl! Where did you hide her?"
The taste of rust oozed from the tip of his tongue, and Roland's low threats sounded to the men like death's knock on the door.
The people they were escorting were all boys, but this time a mixed-race girl was indeed caught. But it was the treasure that the boss Sullivan had chosen. Not to mention letting two high-quality goods go, he also let the boss keep it for himself.
If the cargo also escapes...
For their own salary and to see the sun tomorrow, the guards must not say what they shouldn't say, let alone let the two brats leave like this.
However, the existence of hostages and mysterious magic weapons also left them scratching their heads. The two imprisoned imprisoned for a long time seemed emotionally unstable. Any stimulation may cause an overreaction, even if they don't care about Vince's life or death. The men
Also had to look at the big hole in the wall first.
Finally, after spending a lot of precious time, this group of slow fools found themselves trapped. They used their intelligence and ability to solve these problems. But when they decided to report to their superiors for help, the situation evolved into
in a direction that is even more unfavorable to the guards.
"What are you all doing around here?!"
The explosive roar and the wail of a guard who had been kicked hard on the buttocks and fell to the ground broke the last trace of luck the guards had. The face that had no time to collapse just turned sideways, and was immediately taken out of the flow of time to freeze in
In place.
A voice that had never been heard before and would never appear again in the future penetrated into the damp and smelly warehouse, scratching at the eardrums and thoughts.
"Oops——"
Is it as sweet as coquettishness or sighing at the mundane things? The thugs who have not received formal education cannot figure out what kind of emotion this voice expresses, let alone why they have sprouted in a trance the idea of crawling on the ground to welcome the owner of the voice.
Feeling.
There is only one thing that is certain.
The lazy speaker has extremely arrogant and cruel opinions.
"Mr. Sullivan is indeed a leader in the industry, with huge inventory, complete facilities, and many subordinates... hmm?"
Not taking others seriously, the superficial compliments and exaggerated tone combined to create taunts pushed the embarrassed men into a more dangerous corner, and then silently stepped away, admiring the results of adding fuel to the fire.
A thin female voice.
The clear and light voice is incompatible with this place where children are sold, and the relaxed arrogance, cruelty, and selfishness are unexpectedly consistent with this kind of place.
I don’t know what kind of cruel methods my boss will use to punish me. The bodyguards, shivering in uneasiness, lowered their heads and neatly separated a path to both sides, peeking angrily at the too dazzling red cluster next to Sullivan’s body.
The eyeball was immediately sucked tightly and could no longer be moved away.[
Needless to say, she has a beautiful and mysterious feminine charm. What is even more impactful is the weird aura that combines holiness and cruelty. The tip of her tongue that slowly stretches out to lick her red lips adds a more coquettish touch to her blood-red crescent-like smile.
, the long hair of the same color hangs down to the waist, depicting a dazzling scenery like a waterfall of blood. The skin on the face and neck is as delicate and refreshing as white snow. On top of the beautiful appearance, the cat-like amber eyes shine with warmth,
It's so sweet that it feels like it's dripping with honey.
The young and beautiful woman looks like she is only in her twenties, but her girl-like appearance exudes the enchantment of a mature woman. Not only that. It seems that the plump body is not enough to stimulate the male instinct. A blood-red dress not only highlights the soft and plump body
The curves also reveal the arms, neck and looming cleavage without hesitation.
The ultimate beauty, the ultimate ominousness, the indistinguishable chaos between beauty and evil ferments in the air.
In this dangerous Viipuri, with her appearance and outfit, even if she was attacked by a rude sailor, she could only blame herself for it.
The premise is that the man who sees her can still think about the problem normally.
"I'm really sorry, Miss Salome. I've been a little neglectful of my subordinates. Look at this..."
Except for Albion's nobles, bureaucrats, knights... and other people with higher power than himself, Sullivan, who never took the initiative to salute, showed unprecedented respect for this mysterious woman. The men did not embrace this unprecedented scene.
If you have any questions, you can calmly watch your boss grovel in front of a woman and wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
The originally absurd scene became extremely natural because of the red-haired woman at the center of the stage. The men's minds were occupied by her beauty, and they all thought about prostrating themselves under the crimson dress like a river of blood that wrapped their bodies, sucking the rotten and sweet juices.
The fragrance of temptation, even if you kiss your toes - no, even if your lips can touch the toes of your shoes, being ravaged and trampled is the highest glory and bliss.
The poisonous nature of the activity distorts people's thinking, tempting them to abandon their self-esteem and rationality, and completely surrender to the cloud pleasure that coexists with numbness and pain - this person named Salome is an out-and-out witch.
"Oh, I don't mean to interfere in Boss Sullivan's personal affairs. Let's continue talking about business, right?"
The beautiful witch smiled indifferently, wrapped her white arms around the almost invisible thick neck, and slid towards Sullivan's lower abdomen like a snake. Whether it was the stunned guards, the vigilant children, or the flattering slave traders in front of them, they all regarded it as nothing.
, inhale and spit out naturally, focusing only on your own affairs.
"Yes, yes, your matters are indeed more important."
"Very good, confirm the transaction content again."
The woman who looked like a high-end prostitute smiled coquettishly, not even glancing at her like a male dog. At this moment, the men, who would sacrifice the lives of their wives, children, and children just to smile, spat out clear words with their slightly curved lips.
"In order to complete my magic experiment, I need materials. But because of the special requirements of the experiment, the materials must be healthy boys."
The index finger bent into a hook shape pressed against the sweet smile, glanced at the two boys who were barely standing, and made a terrible declaration in a coquettish tone.
"Stupid, weak, sick [defective products] are absolutely not acceptable. I only want a healthy boy, so that he can endure the pain to the maximum extent and not be destroyed in a few strokes."...)