86_86832 However, the two of them wandered around the elven forest all morning, and only found a few small houttuynia trees, which is very different from what Phyllis said that the elven forest is full of rare herbs.

Could it be that Phyllis lied to herself, just to lure herself to send her back?

Vivien didn't want to believe this was the truth, and asked Leda, "Leda, if you feel it carefully, are there really no herbs here?"

Xiao Yaohu hesitated for a long time to see that Vivian wanted to speak and stopped.

Vivien wondered, "What's wrong? Yes is yes, no is no, what's the difficulty?"

Lida finally said, "Master, I can smell a strong medicinal fragrance, but it's coming from that direction!"

Vivien frowned, and Leda was pointing in the direction of the elven station, which was the same place that Phyllis wanted to take her in yesterday but couldn't.

What can I do?

It's definitely impossible to go in openly.

Not to mention that there is an elf queen who is equivalent to the strength of a sixth-level magician inside, and the subtle connection of elven blood between elves alone can make her have nothing to hide.

However, he was unwilling to leave her like this.

As she was in a hurry, Vivien felt several breaths approaching her direction, and strangely, although these breaths came out of the depths of the elven forest, they did not belong to the elves.

Nolan felt it too.

The two looked at each other, and Vivien motioned for Nolan to hide her figure. Nolan was a little unimpressed, thinking that with the strength of the two of them's great exorcists, there was no need to be so timid, but he still did it, after all, compared to him, a rookie, the little girl had much more experience in walking the continent.

At the same time, the two contract beasts also tacitly ran into the bushes and hid.

After a while, two sneaky figures appeared in the sight of the two Vivians.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" a sturdy old man in his forties who walked in front lowered his voice and urged the strong middle-aged man behind him again and again, his eyes looking left and right, his expression cautious and vigilant.

The middle-aged man carried a large cloth bag on his back and followed closely behind the old man.

"You should be safe here, right?" the middle-aged man asked in a whisper.

The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead, glared at him and reprimanded in a low voice: "If you hurry up, you hurry up, where is so much nonsense! Let other elves find us, ten lives are not enough for you to die!"

Vivienne narrowed her eyes and looked at the bag on the middle-aged man's body. Could it be that they are slave traders with an elf in their bag?

But why can't I feel the warmth of the elves?

The middle-aged man agreed repeatedly, but a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and he quietly put his hand into his arms.

All the old man's attention was focused on observing his surroundings, and he didn't notice the small movements of the middle-aged man.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man took out a scroll from his arms at a very fast speed and threw it at the old man's body at a lightning speed, and the old man only had time to exclaim: "Confinement Technique!" and he couldn't move anymore.

"What are you doing!"

The middle-aged man stretched out his tongue and licked his lips: "Old fellow, what do you say I do! I have followed you for so many years, from birth to death, every time you eat meat and I drink soup, why?

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes rolled and he said softly: "I was not good before, this matter is easy to talk about and discuss! You let me go first, and in the future, no, from this time on, we will be fifty-fifty, do you think it will work?"

"Hmph!" the middle-aged man smiled grimly, "You are stupid to me! This elf is a woman, and young, at least it can be exchanged for 200,000 gold coins, and I don't have to worry about it for the rest of my life if I use it alone! Let go of you? I can only drop 100,000, and I am not an idiot!"

"Besides," the middle-aged man looked at the old man's face with anger on his face, and reached out to pull off the space bag around his waist: "If you die, all your property will be mine." Why should I bother with all that trouble!"

"Bastard, I'll get you out of the slave market, and you'll treat me like that! Ungrateful villain!" the old man no longer disguised, showed a hideous look, and scolded through gritted teeth.

"I'm ungrateful!" The middle-aged man became excited, threw the cloth bag to the ground and grabbed the old man's collar: "You didn't have any good intentions when you saved me! Have you counted how much money I have earned for you all these years!"

He shook the space bag in his hand: "The money in this is all what I bought in exchange for my life! It should have been mine! It's all mine! Now it's just the thing back to its original owner! Hmph!"

The middle-aged man casually hung the space bag on himself, and said to the old man with a sneer: "Don't worry, for the sake of you saving me, I will give you a good one!" After speaking, a dark orange light shot out of his right hand, piercing the old man's heart.

The old man's eyes were extremely resentful, and he did not close them when he was dying.

He regretted that he had revoked the master-servant contract between the two in order to allow the middle-aged man to become an exorcist and become a greater help to him. If he knew this, he should have been trapped at the peak of the Exorcist Advanced for the rest of his life!

But it's too late to think about anything now.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, turned around and picked up the cloth bag on the ground, and prepared to leave here as much as possible.

However, when he turned around, he found that the ground behind him was empty. He looked down in horror, but found nothing, as if the bag had never appeared. The middle-aged man's face became more and more pale, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

After a moment of contemplation, he immediately galloped away without looking back towards the elven forest.

Someone who can easily take the bag from his side will definitely not be able to provoke him. Anyway, the old guy also has a lot of gold coins in his space bag, which is enough to squander himself for a while, so it's better to save his life first.

But as soon as he turned his head, he felt a chill in his chest, and when he looked down, a thumb-thick wound appeared at the mouth of his heart, and bright red blood was gurgling out of his body.

What the hell is going on? The middle-aged man stopped taking his last breath with questions.

Naturally, it was Nolan who made the shot, because of his mother, he hated the slave trader the most, and he was naturally ruthless.

Seeing that the middle-aged man was dead, Batu rushed out of his hiding place and ripped off the space bag from his body. Looking at the items in the space bag, Batu used his divine sense to communicate with Vivien: "Master, there is nothing in here except gold coins and bottles and cans!"

Batu's favorite thing to do is look through the space bags as trophies, which is the only thing he finds interesting during his boring journey from White Sands City to Elven Forest.

Vivien walked out of hiding with the cloth bag in her hand, took the space bag from Batuu's paws and handed it to Nolan.

Nolan shook her head, not taking it, and Vivien casually put the contents of the bag into her ring.

Because space items can't be put into space items, and Vivian already has a space bag on her body, this space bag has become a chicken rib, and it is a pity to hang a space bag on her body to pierce her eyes. After hesitating for a long time, Vivien still hung the bag on herself.

When you get out of the Elven Forest, you can still get a lot of money by selling it.

Immediately afterward, Vivien opened the seal of the cloth bag.

Revealing an unconscious female elf