In the sewer aisles, the sound of maniacal laughter is like a tide, wave after wave.

"Haha~ Look what I caught!"

"This is a little mouse that can't escape its doom!"

"Now, Miss Warlock, who was embraced by the shadows, may I ask, how did you escape this time?"

With a wanton smile in her triangular eyes, Raberg looked at the girl who was lying on the ground unable to move as her hands and feet were tightly bound by the shadow tentacles.

He wanted to admire the girl's desperate expression, but what he didn't expect was that Celia's expression was indifferent, like an iceberg, as if she was not the one who was bound.

There didn't seem to be fear of this emotion on her face, but from her slightly trembling body, it was clear that there was still a reaction.

However, she listened to Raberg's words, and with a certain relief on her face, she closed her eyes and said nothing.

This made Rabeg, who originally wanted to continue to joke and chat, a little restless and tyrannical, and he found the memory of the past from the girl's face.

"Damn it!"

So much so that he heard the voice of the pseudo-dragon overhead.

I was a little excited, but now I'm a little bored.

"Ripple!

Liz, the silver pseudo-dragon, was still hovering over the top of the sewer cave, looking eagerly down, and it called out anxiously to Celia.

Its owner, the one who can bring it grilled black pine sturgeon.

However, Celia was in the Psychic Connection, and she just told it to keep leaving and return to the Northland Forest......

But Liz didn't want to leave at all.

It fanned its silver dragon wings, and the sound of flapping and screaming was very desolate in the aisle.

"Shut up!"

Rabeg, whose heart was on fire, directly opened the talent contained in his own bloodline, called Silent and Silent.

Silence fell within thirty feet, and no living creature could make a sound.

The sewer air was silent for a moment, and even the sound of the flowing water in the canal was quieter.

However, in less than a second, the damn pseudo-dragon voice came again.

"Ripple!

Liz flew thirty feet away, near the corner of the aisle, and it continued to hover and scream.

It made Rabeg feel the urge to cut the throat of the pseudo-dragon.

But what made him even more angry was the girl's unchanged face, and with a maniacal smile, he took out a beautiful silver collar from the dimensional bag, opened his mouth, and found himself a little dizzy as soon as he spoke.

He patted his head and quickly removed the silence.

"I almost forgot that I couldn't make a sound!hoho~little mouse~ I hope your expression will remain like this later!"

He shook the delicate collar he held in his right hand and the emerald ring on his middle finger, and leaned in front of Celia with a strange smile, and said in a trembling voice.

"Do you know what this is? Servitude Collar!"

"The creations of those psychic sorcerers underground!

"I heard that even the most unruly sluts wear it, and when they see the owner of this ring, they will be as tame as a domestic lizard!"

"Let it do whatever it wants!"

"I was going to keep it for those bitches underground, but I can't bear to see you!

"Although your blood must be very fragrant and sweet~"

"But I want to see you kneel before me, beg me, beg me, beg me to kill you!"

Raberg had a sickly smile on his face and acted like a clown.

Standing in front of Celia, who was lying on her stomach to the bottom, she walked around and babbled.

Celia shuddered at his words, opened her eyes, looked up at the tall thin man in front of her, and said her first words to him.

"Kill me!"

Indifferent with a little supplication.

"Ho ho ~ you're scared! you're scared!"

"You're finally scared!"

"I thought you wouldn't be afraid!"

Like a madman, Raberg licked his lips, which were a little dry because of the words, while staring at the girl below.

"How can I be willing to kill you now, I look forward to you kneeling and begging me later, twisting your body! beg me to eat you~"

"Then I'd rather die!"

Celia's voice trembled, and she couldn't imagine how she would face herself if she became like that.

"Ho ho ~ this can't help you!"

Like a hungry wolf smelling blood, Raberg stared greedily at the girl's body outlined in black robes.

He found that many of his memories in the dark region were evoked by the girl in front of him.

Perhaps it can be inflicted on her, the suffering she has suffered in those years.

I have to say that after dealing with the Drow Elves, his knowledge is much broader.

Thinking about it, Raberg became more and more excited.

He also sensed that something was wrong with him, tyrannical and wanton laughter, which did not belong in a profession called an assassin.

Composure, calmness is.

But when he saw the warlock girl in front of him, where did he calm down!

Seeing that her closing her eyes is a nightmare in the dark region, he wants this girl who dares to tease him to pay compensation for the rest of her life!

But then again, Rabeg felt that he should be able to convert.

He became so tyrannical and excited to see others suffer.

It is no longer appropriate for the teachings of Shar, the Lady of the Night.

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to throw herself into the arms of Lavita, the Lady of Pain.

Moreover, his [Dexterity] can use any weapon, and the whip is also a good choice.

He looked at the delicate figure under his feet, and he couldn't wait.

His whole mentality has tended to be quelled, that is, he is about to reach the climax critical point.

So much so that he didn't see and hear at all, the girl under him, the change in expression, and the voice of the pseudo-dragon that had disappeared for a long time.

His mind was now full of replicating the pain he had suffered in the dark region in front of the delicate girl in front of him.

So when Celia opened her mouth to delay a moment, she heard Narabeg speak with urgency.

"Surrender! Kneel before your master for the rest of your life! and ask for his mercy and mercy!"

Then Celia felt a shackle around her neck, cold and heavy.

Her expression was a little dazed, and her vision began to blur, only to see the figure of the assassin in front of her gradually disappear.

There was only a glimmer of emerald light, and a strange sound lingering in my ears.

"Surrender, Master, Gift, Mercy!"

The voice was repeated, a demonic moan.

Celia's expression went from struggling at the beginning to distorting later, then gradually softening, and finally becoming submissive.

"The Master"

The warlock girl who broke free from the shadows stood up.

He knelt on his feet and groaned reverently to the figure with the emerald ring.

"Ho ho ~ where is your companion?"

To test the effect of the slavery collar, Raberg asked, pointing to the core.

"Master! Margalesia was under the bed on the second floor of the Green Shade Hotel, and I didn't take her away, but just hid her with the [Invisibility Orb]. ”

Celia's face showed a struggle, but her mouth was very obedient.

"Ho ho ~ what a cunning little mouse. ”

Raberg looked at the girl who had become his dependent, and nodded with satisfaction, the deceit that had driven him crazy now sounded extremely comfortable.

"Let's go, I've had enough of the stitches that smell of mold and sewage, don't worry, I'm not like those drow sluts who are always thinking about having fun. ”

"I'm going to give you an experience of a lifetime!"

He stared at the girl in front of him, who had risen upright, five feet behind him.

"Thank you for your kindness!"

Tears rolled down Celia's slightly white cheeks, but the words on her lips were extremely humble.

Raberg smiled and said she would get used to it, maybe she would enjoy it more than she did in the future.

He was in high spirits, and when he stepped out of the aisle first, he suddenly felt a little hot in the air, as if there was a big stove in front of him.

He looked left and right, and there was nothing, nothing.

"Is it a delusion? Shouldn't the sewers be cool?"

Just when Rabeg was wondering, he felt an invisible thick arm in front of him, encircling him, with incomparable power, making him unable to move.

Raberg subconsciously resisted and struggled, and found that a large black-scaled young dragon suddenly appeared in front of him, standing taller than him.

It is also it that holds itself.

It looked like a cuddling bear, and on the horns of the black fladdling dragon hung a rusty crown.

It's funny.

Kolaberg couldn't laugh.

As he felt the unbearable heat running through his chest, he looked down.

This is...... Magma?

"Are you ....."

Raberg looked up to say something, only to see the black dragon's jaws full of sharp teeth roaring and smirking.

"Slaughtering my family, you actually ask me who I am?"

Raberg froze instantly.

"Goblin, you're the goblin lord?"

He muttered to himself, but Gordon didn't bother to communicate with him any longer, of course, because the dragon's breath was ready to go, and the scorching stream was rushing in front of him.

This is...... Magma!

The burning pain was only for a moment, accompanied by the black dragon's grin.

"Those who provoke lava will be swallowed up by lava and destroyed!"

Then his consciousness returned to nothingness.