Elven Reaper

"Will you kill me?" The young man's hoarse voice was filled with tears.

The jailer shrugged: "Then I don't know. It depends on what charge the prosecutor gives you and how the judge sentences you."

The young man was a native of the country and had no understanding of the law. He only had an ignorant concept in his mind of "killing for life".

"No, no, I don't want to die. Is there any way to avoid death, Brother Jailer, tell me, what is the way?" The young man's face was pale and his lips were trembling.

Although the jailer was too busy every day, he really wanted to chat with the murderer.

But the Sheriff's Department had regulations that prohibited too much negotiation with criminals, so I didn't prepare to answer his words, so I turned around and wanted to leave.

Then, the young man knelt directly on the ground: "Please, I have an old man above me and a young man below me."

The jailer put his fingers over his ears.

The young man suddenly became as desperate as a slaughtered pig and cried out: "I don't want to die."

The jailer still blocked his ears and refused to speak to him.

"God of Light, who is making such noise is almost deafening me." Suddenly, a voice sounded.

The voice sounded very old, with a heavy phlegm tone.

The jailer stood up quickly and bowed towards the corridor: "Lord Bunir, you are here."

The owner of the voice turned from the corridor. He was an older man with thin hair and wearing a blue suit.

This old man looked to be sixty or seventy years old, with cloudy eyes and two blue-black bags under his eyes.

The Lord Bunir in the jailer's mouth, this old man in a blue suit, looked at the jailer impatiently: "Who is shouting, it is almost deafening my ears."

With a flattering look on his face, the jailer explained: "It's the murderer captured by Captain Hannibal. You know, after being caught, these murderers always do crazy things out of desperation."

The jailer did not dare to offend Lord Bunir, because he was his boss, Viscount Bunir, the chief of public security of Couric City.

Bunir squinted his eyes and looked tired, as if he would fall asleep in the next moment.

His arms and legs are very thin, but his belly and butt are very fat, which makes his whole person look a little greasy and ugly.

He screamed: "Then shut him up and if that doesn't work, execute him in advance."

The jailer was shocked. Lord Bunir was getting more and more irritable.

The Deslor Empire has very strict procedural laws. Generally speaking, even heinous sinners must follow legal procedures and be sentenced to death by the city official in person before they can be executed.

But Master Bunir is so rude and says "execute in advance". Is he losing his mind?

The jailer smiled apologetically and said, "Okay, I will stop his mouth. Lord Bunir, please forgive me for my lax supervision."

After saying that, the jailer took out an iron rod, walked to the prison door, and stabbed the young murderer with the rod.

The jailer was obviously very good at "guarding" prisoners, and the force and angle of the stab were just right.

The young murderer groaned and fell to the ground, his face pale.

Lord Bunir's expression improved a little.

Unexpectedly, the young man in the prison shouted loudly again: "Help, I don't want to die, I'm still young. Sir, I don't want to die, as long as you let me live, I can do whatever you want."

Bunir seemed to be particularly unable to stand the high-decibel noise. He was shaking with anger and blurted out: "You little bastard, I will let you go if I give you 100 million. Can you take it out?"

The young man stopped shouting and looked at the old man who looked very vain.

"Little bastard, are you young and impressive? Come on, take out one billion German dollars and I will let you go. Can you take it out?" Bunir roared with a phlegm-like voice.

The young man shook his head repeatedly, his face full of despair. He had never even thought about how much 100 million was.

Bunir stepped forward, pressed his belly against the cell door, and gasped: "Little bastard, you are still young, but I am old. But you will die earlier than me, are you still showing off your youth to me?" "

The jailer stood silently aside.

Old Viscount Bunier seems to be very concerned about his age.

"Oh!" Bunir spat a mouthful of thick phlegm onto the young man's face.

The young man leaned weakly on the cell door and looked up at Bunir: "How many gold coins are 100 million German dollars?"

"Fifty thousand gold coins, do you have it?" Old Viscount Bunir said coldly, his stomach still heaving.

The young man's eyes lit up, he jumped up, held the cell door open and said, "I don't have it, but I know someone who does."

Golden Rose Hotel.

Akto has already been led by the receptionist into his room.

The room was reasonably clean and well-organized, with two beds, a writing desk, and a bathroom.

Akto put his hands behind his head and lay on the bed. The leather shoes on his feet reflected the black light in the dim light.

He took off his glasses and put them on the bedside table, then took out the space magic information given to him by Elder Stanney and started to read it.

Based on what he read in the newspaper, Akto concluded that if the magic information in his hands were leaked, it might cause a big sensation.

The space technology of the elves is at least a hundred years ahead of the humans.

He put on disposable slippers, walked to the bathroom, took off his clothes, turned on the water heater, and started taking a shower.

In fact, according to the physique of the elves, it is theoretically possible for the elves not to take a bath for a lifetime, because the elves do not eat human grains and rarely produce magnesium in their bodies.

And the elves have an invisible spiritual energy barrier, and dust, oil, smoke, etc. from the outside world cannot penetrate at all.

But Akto took a hot bath purely to relieve fatigue, not only physically, but also mentally.

The warm water hit his head, making his long, smooth, thick brown hair cling tightly to his head.

The water gurgled, flowing onto his shoulders, flowing down his flawless white jade-like body, and dripping onto the ground.

His body has the beauty of a typical elf race. He is tall and slim, slightly thin but not weak at all. His eight-pack abdominal muscles are distributed in two rows on his abdomen, like eight pieces of beautiful jade.

The moment the water washed down, he felt that the pores all over his body were stretching, and steaming smoke seemed to come out of his pores.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Akto turned off the water heater and asked in a deep voice: "Who?"

"It's me, distinguished guest, could you please open the door?" A sweet, shy voice sounded.

Akto recognized it, it was the girl at the front desk, Vivian.

"Please wait a moment, I'll be here soon," he said.

Summoning the fire element to evaporate the water on his body and hair, he changed his clothes and went to open the door in his slippers.

The door opened, revealing Vivian's slender figure. Ever since she met Akto, this girl's face seemed to have been glowing pink.