This villain's style is crooked

The second floor of the tavern.

Lucha and Narisa shared the same box.

On the table in front of you, there are all kinds of desserts.

Narissa shared the rumor with Lucha: "I heard that someone has seen the God of Darkness in a small town in the North District."

"He has horns on his head, blood-red eyes, and no grass grows wherever he goes."

"If I see the Dark God, I must do my best to kill him!"

Narissa clenched her fists firmly.

The God of Darkness is the enemy of every light mage.

Lucha silently ate the cake.

Don't tell the little heroine, she has seen the Dark God many times.

"However, my affinity is too low. I may only be an intermediate magician in the future, but Chacha is different from you." Narisa showed admiration:

"You have a high affinity, and maybe you will become the magician closest to the God of Light in the future."

"You can kill the Dark God!"

Lu Cha hummed perfunctorily, when suddenly someone knocked on the door of the box.

César pushed open the door and came in, carrying a tray.

"This is fruit wine with a very low alcohol content. Miss An can drink it with confidence."

He puts a solid pink wine glass in front of the deer tea, including the flagon full of fruit.

Immediately, push the tray towards Narisa:

"Miss Ferry, this is yours."

There was only an ordinary glass left on the tray, and even the wine jug was made of plastic.

Narissa didn't mind.

The conditions of the tavern are mediocre, so it is understandable that they cannot produce good tableware, not to mention that Lucha has a special body, so it is natural to drink special wine.

"Chacha, I asked Prince Kelun, this time the assessment is for each person to be in charge of a place to purify the dead energy in the Death Forest."

"According to the degree of purification, the final winner will be selected."

Na Lisha and Lucha chatted while drinking the wine in their cups.

Whenever the wine glass was about to be empty, César, who was standing behind, would step forward and fill it up.

Within half an hour, Lucha felt a little dizzy.

And Na Lisa also blushed from drinking: "The hotel should be cleaned up, I'll go and have a look."

"If you can move in, I will send someone to tell you."

"En da." Lu Cha waved her little hand and bid farewell to Na Lisha.

After eating the remaining cakes on the plate, Lucha stood up, and when she wanted to go back to the carriage to rest, she tripped over something.

Lu Cha, who was already drunk, immediately rushed forward, but was wrapped around his waist by a strong arm.

"Miss An, be careful."

"You just drank, you can't go out right away, or you will get a headache if you are blown by the cold wind."

César stepped back and sat on a chair.

As if holding a doll, he pulled Lucha into his arms, sat on his lap, and opened his mouth inadvertently.

The voice is low and light, like a sea monster that can confuse people's hearts:

"What were you and Miss Ferry talking about before I came in?"

How to kill, dark god?

There was a slight coldness in César's eyes.

"Mr. Steward wants to know?"

Lucha raised his hand to pinch César's jaw, forcing him to look up at himself, with a playful smile on his lips:

"I'm happy, let me tell you."

The girl lightly raised her rosy and pretty face, and lazily looked down at César.

The slightly curved eyes seemed to be rippling with autumn water, a little more charming than the delicate and pretty in the past.

Like a beautiful but poisonous mandala, it lures people to climb up the steep cliff to pick it, and then watch them fall to pieces with a smile.

César's eyes were as deep as ink, flashing with strange excitement:

"Then, Miss An will be happy?"

He gently kissed the corner of Lu Cha's lips.

The slightly cool thin lips, like snake letters spit out by a poisonous snake, slowly moved down along her lips, floating around the girl's neck.

Breathe lightly.

The moist heat, followed by the man's kiss, gave off a scorching numbness.

Lu Cha trembled subconsciously, but her little hands tore open César's shirt, and used her nails viciously to scrape the jade-like skin, with a waxy and soft voice:

"Mr. Steward's sincerity, is that all?

César felt his throat dry for no reason.

The slender fingers slid from Lu Cha's back to her slender waist.

Suddenly there was a scream outside.

Recognizing that it was Na Lisa's voice, Lucha woke up instantly, and rubbed César's hair indiscriminately:

"wait me back."

Continue in a while!

Seeing the figure of the girl leaving without hesitation, César's heart felt empty for no reason.

He ignored the strange feeling, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, buttoned his shirt, and looked playfully.

Miss An is actually pretending to be drunk.

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first floor.

Na Lisa's long hair was messy, her bare arms were scratched, and her skin was reddened a lot.

The noble lady standing opposite her was unscathed, but her eyes were filled with tears:

"I'm sorry, Miss Ferry, I was too drunk to see clearly and didn't notice someone in front of me, so I accidentally knocked you down the stairs."