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

Sylvia remained calm on the surface, but in her hand she clenched the artichoke stabbing sword that had been mostly inserted into the puppet's body. Evaluate the force required to pull out. It became clear to her that the situation was no longer in her hands.

"My suggestion is that you'd better not touch this dangerous sword." The other party clearly saw her plan, and a high-pitched voice sounded less than five steps away from her.

It's above. Sylvia lowered her head and thought. She finally understood where the friction sound came from - it was the silk thread pulling the puppet, and it made a fine sound as it was pulled, completely filling the space above the walkway. The puppet was like an upside-down spider, stripped of its stupidity. The thick body, freed from the constraints of gravity, is the most dexterous dancer in the air.

She didn't hesitate, her fingers released the rapier obediently. There is no point in struggling like this.

"Good girl." The other party chuckled, and the silk simulated laughter on the taut strings. Sylvia felt a queasy feeling at this overly anthropomorphic voice, "What if you had just stabbed the puppet's heart?" , then your beautiful head is about to explode."

Sylvia raised her head slightly and smiled quickly, "You didn't want to kill me." She asked slyly, "Otherwise you wouldn't have warned me that there is a mechanism in the puppet's heart."

The other party did not make any more moves. In fact, he already felt that he had a chance to win, and explained to her interestingly, "Lucky girl. Someone paid for your life. Unfortunately, she only paid half of the money - today Ben I have to pay the remaining balance, but she is nowhere to be seen! But I have to be worthy of the half that has been paid, and I cannot be sorry for the unpaid half. After all, I have a very professional ethics."

The puppet shrugged, as vividly as a living person, "So I plan to sell it at a loss! How about taking away half of your life?"

"Two arms...two legs...or one arm and one leg." The eye-like device creaked and turned, like a profiteer evaluating the fresh body in front of him. "Anyway, you have lost your eyes. More hardships will be for you." It’s nothing to say, right?”

Sylvia was not intimidated, she thought quietly, "How about I pay you three times the commission? Spare my life?"

The puppet clicked his tongue, "It's really exciting, but it's a pity that I really have a professional ethics."

Then he "saw" the blind girl sigh.

"Recently, an elf kept emphasizing to me that 'money is everything.'" The girl's voice was light and soft, as if this was just an ordinary coquettish complaint, "Sure enough, money is not as important as he said."

She looked helpless and impatient, tapping the sole of her left foot on the carpet with small steps, "Obviously it's a dance I like, a dress I like, and music I like, but now a killer has come out inexplicably and wants my two pieces." A leg... Sure enough, compared to voluntary contribution, I really hate passive deprivation."

"so……"

Before the puppet could react, Sylvia quickly took a step forward and pressed down the artichoke stabbing sword inserted into the puppet's shoulder. The texture of the wood was easily cut open, and she could feel the thin blade of the sword getting stuck in the mechanism at the heart of the doll.

The gears in the heart clicked three times, and then there was a small popping sound. The moment Sylvia smelled the smell of gunpowder, she stepped back. Most of the elements in the body were missing due to the forbidden demon. Forcibly driving them was like squeezing water out of an already dry body, sending a tearing pain from the bone marrow. But she had to grit her teeth and keep her mind clear amidst the weightlessness of running and the pain in her body. The next second, a long white crystal staff appeared in her hand.

"Have you given up on yourself?" The puppet touched his head and looked at the smoke raised by the gunpowder explosion in front of him with his oversized white beads. "I thought it would be more interesting. Huh...?"

The fine smoke was slowly blown away by the night wind, and the first thing it saw was the white crystal stone with a light halo, gentle and long, with a glow like moonlight. But that's not light, it's a magic circle woven with small white rules, densely packed, the ends bite each other, and slowly rotate to form a perfect circular magic circle.

The flames produced by the explosion tried to move forward with all their teeth and claws, but were enveloped by the soft light and turned into part of the light.

The first principle of light element is absorption and decomposition.

Then it saw the girl.

Sylvia closed her eyes tightly because of the pain, and the tips of her hair were briefly stained with sparks. She smelled the burnt smell. Her heavy breathing made her want to cough, but she could only make a dry huffing sound from her throat. She had to press her shoulder blades further. Down, she could only rely on the long white crystal stone staff to bear most of the weight to prevent herself from falling to the ground.

As she expected, the other party was just a killer and did not dare to cause any earth-shattering events in the city lord's mansion to trigger the city lord's pursuit. Even the gunpowder mechanism did not use weapons with powerful destructive power. It was just ordinary stuff. It was barely enough to blast through the floor, let alone the stone wall next to it.

It's really ironic that the soundproofing array in the City Lord's Mansion was originally a place where people in power feared that walls had ears, but now it became a place of confinement for her.

Snapped.Snapped.Snapped.

There was applause from the other end. The puppet's body couldn't support the many expressions he made, so his expression and tone took on a layer of sarcasm, "Wonderful magic circle. Whether it's the time it takes to construct or the complexity, it's the best I've ever seen. What’s more, it’s under the conditions of ‘forbidden magic’. But.”

"What's the use of this?" It tilted its head, "Isn't the reaction of 'Forbidden Demon' uncomfortable? There are no elements in your body anymore. As a priest, you have completely lost your fighting power. Look, I am also intact. No damage? Ah, by the way, don’t talk about me. Even if you kill me, there are still thousands of me behind. As long as you can’t find the puppet master, the tireless puppets will never end."

"You can't escape, no one is here to save you, and you can't find the puppet master. I don't understand why you are wasting your efforts?"

It was answered with silence. The girl lowered her head, her silky black hair sliding over her sunken shoulders, pointing straight to the ground along with gravity, covering her face, and she looked exhausted.

"Huh?" It was too quiet, so quiet that the puppet felt something was wrong.

Something is wrong!

The silk thread moved first, creaking through the fireplace, wall, dark ditch, and ceiling, pulling the puppet's arms, holding its body forward through the wind. The long knife protruded from the mechanism on the forearm. He couldn't wait any longer and struck first.

Finally, it saw it.

The girl lowered her head, still frowning and closing her eyes tightly. Drops of cold sweat broke out from the top of her forehead and wet her forehead. A tiny blue light came out from under the upper of her shoes. Because the magic circle of the white crystal staff attracted too much attention, the puppet did not notice the light here.

It knew what it was, after all, it had studied the City Lord's Mansion carefully. This structure exists in most of the walls of the city lord's palace, a large, coherent array.

Soundproofing array.

So the initial goal was to destroy the sound-isolating array through the explosion of the puppet mechanism?

But unfortunately, this magic circle is not just engraved on the floor. It is extremely strong. Even if the floor is completely destroyed, it also exists in the rock mass of the castle.

The puppet's senses are abnormally dull, and its response to sounds is always a beat slow.

So by the time it realized something was wrong, more than half of its head had been cut off.

Huh? The sword in the staff was obviously still stuck in the remains of the puppet in front of it.

This weapon is...?

Its oversized white orbs rolled along the majority of its head and fell to the ground, its pupils staring intently at the culprit who killed it.

It was a small blue sword. So small that it can clearly see the structure. The overly simple line weaving constitutes its main body, really like a small sword made of straw rope when children play.

——If you ignore the elements and rules flowing slowly on it.

Jane, who had been paying attention here, stood up suddenly, and the seat made a harsh scraping sound on the floor.

She opened her mouth to say something, but found that there were no words to express the shock in her heart at this moment, so all the emotions could only be stuck in her throat, unable to express or swallow.

This girl dismantled the soundproof array in a very short time and used some of the elements in the array for her own use.

It has to be said... it's like a miracle.

Although the floor of the corridor was blown open due to the explosion, revealing a small part of the soundproof circle, deconstructing the circle requires a full understanding of the composition of the entire circle. This magic circle is very old, and its complexity is far greater than it is today. From a small part to construct the whole, it has to be said that this girl's understanding of the rules is far beyond ordinary people.

But even so... the situation hasn't changed much.

Jane slowly clenched her palms, clearly feeling the sweat on her palms, and her heart was beating wildly. As the puppet master said, his puppet will not stop dying, and although the priest has extracted the elements in the magic circle, the elements that leave the soundproof magic circle will be affected by the 'forbidden magic' in the air. In other words, the girl's The elements within the body are now being pulled wildly. This kind of pulling is fatal, and once it is excessively stalemate, it will cause the body to collapse.

Sylvia knew that her situation was not good, it could be said that it was terrible. Her brain hurt, as if a seed had taken root and sprouted in her skull, turning her brain into a mess.

But on the contrary, she was very clear-headed. She could "see" the sound-isolating array under her feet clearly and knew the usage of each line and its role in the array. She carefully pulled out some small, not very important lines, vigorously absorbed the elements that were not abundant in them, and gave them the characteristics of "sharp" and "hard", a blue knife completely woven by elements and rules. The sword just condensed in the air.

The pain was doubled because I was awake. Even though she had avoided the abundant elements, which were the backbone of the magic circle, even a small amount of the elements were immediately discovered by the "Forbidden Demon" after flowing into the body's blood vessels, so the fight for the elements took place in her body. Every blood vessel screams pain, and the body becomes a mental burden.

A crazy idea came to my mind at some point.

I really want to... I really want to chop my head off like this. If I didn't have this body, maybe it wouldn't hurt so much.

Sylvia was startled by this sudden thought and shook her head. She cannot be weak. Even if it's just a thought.

She needs to shock the other person.

Even if it's just a bluff.