Sword and Magic and Taxi

Zhao Mai turned around and saw a beautiful figure slowly coming out of invisibility. This is a slender and charming half-elf, with a pair of light-colored eyes under slender eyebrows and a mischievous smile. Her amber hair was simply tied behind her head, swaying elastically as she moved. She is not tall, only a little over 1.6 meters tall, but her figure is very well proportioned.

She was wearing a large open-collar overall that exposed almost all of her shoulders, and the ragged pleated skirt was so short that it barely covered the middle of her thighs. A pair of greasy gray socks hung loosely around the ankles, with the sides being of different lengths. In short, the clothes she wore were no different from those of other female slaves working hard at the temple tower construction site, but they were ten times more tempting.

This is clearly not a good idea to protect yourself.

Hello, my name is Satiri, nice to meet you. She smiled and reached out her hand, keeping her other hand behind her back. What are you going to do next? You can't escape capture by yourself. I can help you.

Satiri, this name is somewhat familiar. After months of hard work, I still couldn't recall the things I had placed deep in my memory. After being in a daze for a while, Zhao Mai realized what he was doing. Isn't Satiri a member of the Kill the Witch King team?

Lichas, being the gladiator and warrior he was, threw his spear and struck the Witch-King. Later, he and a group of friends removed the Witch King's head, and Satiri was among them. She was a member of the Masked Alliance and a mage in the team. Her talent, hard work, and strong determination to use magic to fight for freedom made her gradually become one of the most famous mage in Atas. Eventually she was able to communicate with the power of the sun, instead of using Athas's life force to cast spells, and became the only one on the entire planet.

Just because you have read about this person in a book does not mean that you will know him if you meet him in person. After all, no one would carve their name and ID number on their forehead. I remember that Satiri is a beauty, but Atas is a barren and desolate planet, and slaves live in poverty. Zhao Mai doesn't think that Satiri, a slave, can really be so beautiful. He now knows he was wrong...

After thinking about it, Zhao Mai realized that Satiri was no less important than Ricas. At this time, you can't be fooled by beauty, but you can't look familiar either. It's normal to act more alert. Although Satiri's sudden appearance was startling, the reserve showed no hostility, so the basis for the conversation was very good. Zhao Mai looked very vigilant, frowned and said to her warily: Are you an arcane blasphemer?

Of course not. Satiri said: I love nature and know how to use it in an appropriate amount without damaging the environment, and I will control my behavior accordingly. I am a guardian.

Even if you are a guardian, your ability to control the environment without harming it every day is limited. You just used invisibility, smell elimination spells, sound concealment spells, and floating or flying. Zhao Mai shook his head, obviously not believing her. words.

No, I only used two, invisibility and floating, and the others are psychic powers. Satiri replied.

Okay, even if what you said is true. But I can take care of myself, why should I follow you? Zhao Mai tried to get hold of him. But he couldn't really let Satiri leave, so he asked: Also, how much did you see?

It starts from the moment you opened the door latch and killed the overseer. Satiri said: You have a sense of resistance, which is good. And you have psychic powers and can use them flexibly, which is very rare among slaves. , also very useful.”

Zhao Mai shook his head. Although the Masked Alliance shouted to free the slaves all day long, they always called others slaves one by one, which made people very uncomfortable. If you don’t pay attention to these details, no wonder you haven’t been able to truly develop and grow. I'm not a slave.

Your heart may not be the same, but there is still a mark on you. The half-elf beauty smiled slightly and acted very kindly. The long eyelashes, rippling eyes and playful movements make it difficult to say no. That brand will expose your identity. There are Templar spies everywhere, and you will be unable to move in the city by yourself. Come with me, I am the only one who can help you. At least go to a safe and clean place first.

Satiri turned around and left, but Zhao Mai's feet were nailed to the ground and he couldn't react yet. Is this the end of the persuasion? What a confident and popular woman! Satiri looked back and waved her hand vigorously, Don't stand there stupidly, I won't eat you. If you want to be free, just follow me. You don't think you can be truly free without facing risks, do you? You can bet that they can't find you, or you can bet that I'll frame you. Seriously, when you cross the cordon, I just throw a small thing on the ground, and your body will be cold now, right?

Zhao Mai exhaled slowly. This reason is very good, and it makes sense to follow him now. He lowered his body, touched the furry head of the food reserve, and told it to be alert to the surroundings. Then he took a step forward and followed Satiri's gently twisting buttocks.

This scenery is indeed very charming. Even after seeing the holy and beautiful Hazel, Zhao Mai must admit this. But he is also very stubborn in his heart. Maybe the hard work he has done over the past few months has made his body more susceptible to attraction? After meeting Satiri, whether it was the natural force or psychic powers, they were all ready to move in his body, hoping that he could act with the primitive instincts of living things. In this regard, Zhao Mai could only say to himself over and over again: It's not the time yet, it's not the time yet.

He is far from being safe and has not solved the problem of food and clothing, let alone higher needs in the future. Walking the streets of Tire is completely different from what you see high up in the temple tower. The streets here seem narrower and more crowded, and there always seem to be surveillance eyes behind the high and low windows and doors. These may be illusions, but the guards standing in front of the entrance gate to the city are not.

Strange, why are there so many guards? Satiri held her chin with her thumb and index finger, tilting her head slightly and thinking. The two of them hid in the corner, looking towards the door. We have no choice, we can only go from here. There are many detection magics on the wall outside the gate. Even the most powerful assassins can't get through. The gate is slightly easier.

Why do you have to go out from here? Zhao Mai asked.

This side of the city wall is a wealthy area, and inspections are very strict. Sometimes the Templars will use large-scale spells to clean up. They call it catching mice. The other side of the city wall will be much better, and there will be people on that side to help.

Are you going to force your way through or do you want to get through? Zhao Mai raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said, If you are trying to get through, I'm afraid I won't have the advantage like you.

Satiri looked down at her clothes and curled her lips: You are thinking the opposite. No one wants to bother with your clothes, and mine will attract too much attention. How about we change? ?”

You think I'm stupid. Zhao Mai clenched his fists and wiped out the bulging eyes, but it didn't make the thoughts in his mind fully clear. Wouldn't it be better for the two of us to take care of these two half-giants and the Templar knight behind them?

Please use your brain. Even if you don't attract more reinforcements, even if you kill the Templars here quickly, the only result will be a large-scale manhunt of the entire city, which will harm the interests of many people. We need to keep it secret Action, no exposure, you violent maniac, do you understand?

Okay, it's up to you, I'll pretend to be dumb. Zhao Mai was still ready to fight. Anyway, he was not among those whose interests were harmed, so he didn't particularly care. It's just that he is wary of the reinforcements that may be attracted. If Satiri cannot complete the fudge, he cannot just surrender.

Zhao Mai held the stored grain in his arms and pretended to be a slave taking care of the owner's pets, while Satiri was a maid who came out to do errands. The two people checked each other's names, then walked out of the shadow in the corner and walked straight to the guard post.

Halfway through, Satiri cursed under her breath. The templar adjusted his collar and exposed a metal necklace. This string of jewelry shines in the moonlight. Only the upper class have the qualifications and capital to wear such precious decorations. And combined with his identity, this person will only be a high-level templar.

Even if such an unexpected situation occurred, the two people did not slow down at all, otherwise they would immediately join forces. There was a natural anxious expression on Satiri's face, the kind of expression that one would be afraid of being punished by her master if she was slow in working. As for Zhao Mai, his most familiar expression is fatigue. In this field of disguise, he is confident that no one will be able to tell. As the two walked, they thought about the reason for the appearance of the high-level templar.

It's already dark, but there is still such a high-ranking official suddenly appearing at the gate, doing such mundane tasks as guarding the entrance and exit like a petty official. The most suspicious thing is that he only brought two half-giant guards, and they didn't look very powerful. He looked nothing like a Templar, but he looked like a target for fire, the cheese on a mousetrap. This is like saying: Rebels of the Masked Alliance, come and stab me to death, come on!

Damn, there's gotta be something wrong with this.