[Western Fantasy] The black-skinned elf also wants to hug the rich woman’s lap today

The Hall of Mirrors is hot. But this excessive temperature seems to be just an illusion.

Whenever he withdraws from the intertwined false and flattering words, Alvin will always feel dazed for a while.

During this period, both O'Brien and Arnold came to him to communicate some news, but he just nodded to indicate that he understood.

An indescribable sour heat filled his forehead and quickly took over his senses. He leaned against the wall a little tired, his eyes naturally empty, mindlessly excluding all the surrounding environment. To counteract this, he munched gracefully on the ice cubes at the bottom of the goblet, as he had often done secretly as a child.

Gala. Gala.

The ice water brought a salty smell to his throat, and he woke up a little. He felt that maybe he hadn't slept well in the past few days, and his body couldn't hold on anymore, and he had a slight fever.

He closed his eyes heavily and meditated in the darkness, forcing himself to concentrate.

The first thing to recover is hearing. The male voice, the female voice, and the unique rough voice of the dwarves were carefully extracted from the rumbling mass. It was not difficult to say, just like peeling off a ball of yarn that was accidentally messed up. As long as you pay enough attention, you can judge a person's origin, ethnicity, and region from their tone, intonation, dialect characteristics, and word usage.

"What does the city lord want? It's actually not difficult to guess. It has nothing to do with the 'Abyss Expedition.'" The boy who said this, Ivan, had an impression of him. This boy was young and even had freckles on his nose. . He stood in a group of tall men, many of whom looked nobler and stronger than him, and many adults argued with him, but Freckles always confidently controlled the topic in his own hands.

"The Abyss. The terrifying abyss. The fascinating abyss. For hundreds of years, the church has firmly controlled the cracks of the abyss in its own hands. Only four times has it invited the entire continent to jointly conduct expeditions into the cracks. The rest of the time, whether it is against Araki's The removal of parasites from the Nogami Abyss and the exploration of the cracks are all participated and controlled by their own priests and purification knights. It can be said that for hundreds of years, our understanding of the abyss is all based on what the church has passed down."

"But if the abyss is really as terrifying as they say, is the church really kind enough to be our watchdog for hundreds of years?"

There was a burst of laughter. Most of the mercenaries have no good attitude towards the Church of Light, which thinks highly of itself.

The boy continued, "Those idiots never do business at a loss. Counting the previous periods of the Abyss Expedition, either the church was suffering from internal partisan struggles, or it was damaging its financial resources by 'purging heretics' externally. Every time The expedition begins when they themselves have less appetite to swallow the abyss.”

This point of view sparked a discussion, and Freckles couldn't help but raise his voice, "So. The so-called 'expedition' is a temporary distribution of abyss resources. The aging behemoth is unable to control all his treasures, so he Cleverly throwing out some fragments of meat and bones, causing several families to fight over each other, and keeping myself safe in the chaos."

"But..." The boy was obviously a natural speaker, and his lowered tone attracted the ears of everyone present, "This is also when it is at its weakest. When it sits back and watches the fight with peace of mind, has it ever thought about it? , is it not completely isolated from the battle?"

The hall of mirrors fell silent. The sound of pushing cups and changing cups has disappeared. Ivan heard someone next to him swallow quietly.

"She is a witch." Only Freckles in the entire hall of mirrors still maintained a calm tone. "Although I don't believe that she knows the future as well as the rumors say, her identity naturally makes her an enemy of the church. . If I were in her position, the answer would be obvious as to how to make good use of the 'expedition'."

"Unite the North and the South. The Circumferential Tower in the north has had a long-standing feud with the church. Although the elves were at a disadvantage in the last 'Era War', will the children of the forest really be willing to surrender? The orcs in the south have faith in their blood. elements, scornfully called pagans, who don't want to get rid of the status quo? As for the dwarves..."

"'Fertile soil' is just around the corner."

Alvin believed that with just this sentence, all the dwarves present were moved by "Freckles".

Of course there will be objections.

"'Stand alone' is the principle that has remained unchanged in Gabu City for thousands of years. It is because of this principle that the city of adventurers can become a no-nonsense zone amid the surrounding encirclement." The man thought slowly, quickly and urgently, " If this is the case, then the reputation of the entire Gabu City is being used as a bet."

"This is a big gamble." The boy was not frightened, he chuckled and said in a high-spirited tone, "The unknown abyss, the unknown future. No one can guarantee whether we will get a share of the pie or add a handful of loess to the abyss. , whether the abyss is a blessing or a curse only exists in our inference."

"However. 'Gamble', isn't this the nature of us adventurers?"

It has to be said that "Little Freckles" received cheers and applause from most of the adventurers present.

Alvin opened his eyes. The waves of cheers and the strong light from the crystal chandelier made his head roar. He was even hotter.

Blinking his eyes, the radiating light stung the corners of his eyes. He could only squint his eyes slightly, keeping his vision in a hazy state between darkness and brightness. The strange light emits different colors as the crystal glass rotates. Ivan has a strange association inexplicably. This light is like a constantly beating flame, evolving into different shapes.

It was as if his eyes were going to be burned, but he was attracted by this magnificence. He followed the light and walked forward. The end of the light was a huge mirror. The ordinary light was refracted by the mirror, with a mysterious and mysterious light. measured color.

Touching the surface of the mirror and pressing your fingers against it, the coolness that comes from it dissolves the heat in your heart. Ivan simply doubted whether the texture of the mirror was some kind of ice cube with magical energy.

The dangerous curiosity appeared out of nowhere, and Alvin felt that he must be crazy. He was indeed in an unconscious state now, but he couldn't control himself. He desperately wanted to do this, even if his sanity was crazy in his mind. Screaming, saying that he couldn't, but he still did it - an extremely tiny flame appeared on his fingertips close to the mirror, so small that no one noticed its appearance. For some reason, this flame was not affected by the forbidden demon, and still existed tenaciously and shone brightly on the small area adjacent to the mirror.

Alvin felt melted. But this feeling is not like the melting of the mirror, but something like the disintegration of rules.

If Sylvia were here, she would definitely know what happened. He held his dizzy head and thought in annoyance.

But then, when he glanced at the mirror, he saw it. Even though it was only for a moment, he also saw——

a woman. Woman in the mirror. Light brown hair, sad dark eyes, and bloodless cheeks. White velvet flowers are distinguished on the chest. She stood there like she was lying in a coffin, a corpse that had not yet decayed. She turned her dull eyes and looked in his direction.

So Alvin was shocked. Retracting his hand instinctively. The scene in the mirror disappeared.

Aiwen instinctively felt fear. This kind of fear is different from fright. It is the coolness hidden in the bone marrow, swallowing the heat of life unexpectedly, making his whole body tense but unable to deal with it. Reason told him that there was nothing to fear, but his body was shaking uncontrollably.

This feeling is like meeting the destined god of death.

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Sylvia knew clearly that death lurked in the darkness ahead.

Contrary to her own expectations, she did not feel scared. Her heart was still beating steadily, without any disturbance due to the unknown killer in front of her, as if it was just a machine that kept beating all the time.

But the calmness of her body was a good thing for her. She quietly kneaded the knuckles of her hands to prevent them from becoming stiff from the chill of the night wind.

There was dead silence in the corridor. Quiet as a tomb. The sharp voice stopped speaking after announcing his intention openly. Sylvia couldn't feel his sight, and her ears couldn't catch any useful movement, but she knew that he was looking at her somewhere, looking forward to admiring the panic expression of his prey and his wicked tricks.

But she is at an absolute disadvantage.

The other party's understanding of the City Lord's Mansion, whether it was the structure of the building or the arrangement of the guards, was clearly far superior to hers. Coupled with the prohibition of magic in the City Lord's Mansion, the elements in her body could not support a large attack array. It could be said that She had lost almost any means of attack or escape.

Too passive.

Both ears caught the sound of hissing through the air. What he felt before the sound was the breeze blowing on the surface of the skin when the air was separated. The instinct of the body was one step ahead of the senses. Quickly retreat and duck down to avoid it. Her fingers brushed over the space ring, and the artichoke staff appeared in her palm.

when.

Received the slash from the opposite side.

But it's still too passive. The opponent's movements are not fast, but they are more flexible. The assassin's weapon should be an extremely thin long sword, not based on strength, but full of toughness, which is indeed meant to be playful, flashing in and out without interruption. She couldn't avoid it, so she could only try to make sure not to hurt any dangerous parts.

calm. Be calm. Her mind was clear. She could hear the gentle breathing under her nose, the jingling of the bells on her wrists, the frivolous sound of the long sword piercing the air across from her, and the strange sound of silk friction coming from nowhere.

You only get one chance. And all she can do is grasp this one time.

So when the opponent's long sword almost touched the skin of her throat, she did not dodge, but faced it. The distance was shortened, and the artichoke staff she attached to the long sword slid along the sword's blade, approaching it.

then.

"I heard that melee mages are popular nowadays." The blind priest said unexpectedly. This was the first sentence she spoke to the unknown assassin opposite.

When the opponent's long sword was stained with blood again, the girl's sword penetrated the opponent's shoulder and pinned him firmly to the ground along with inertia and gravity.

But her face was not as relaxed as expected.

This body is too light.

This texture...

It is wood.

The moment the girl lowered her head, at the end of the corridor, the sound of the friction of silk came from far to near again. Like a spider moving in the dark on a huge web.