Stephanie sometimes felt that she really couldn't understand what kind of person this amnesiac orc powerhouse with outstanding martial arts skills was.

The blade initially gave her the impression of being wooden, cold, and unsmiling, and had the majesty that a master of a sect should have. But maybe it was Blade that entered the 'Night Blade Leopard' bandit group at that time, and he was still more recognizable, and as Blade gradually integrated into the 'Night Blade Leopard' bandit group, his true character was slowly revealed.

Stephanie found that he was actually a very easy to get along with, non-quarrelsome, and rather lazy person, and even occasionally showed a hint of childishness - having said that, looking at his age, it seems that he is indeed not very old, and it is estimated that he is only two or three years older than herself. Stephanie was originally worried about whether she could control such an orc master with outstanding martial arts, but from the current point of view, she was too worried.

A young orc master who has lost her memory, has a loose nature, and is not competitive, if she Stephanie is not able to control it easily, then she is really the leader of a large bandit group capable of leading thousands of people.

"This beautiful lady who was captured by you will be the most honored guest of our 'Nightblade Leopard' bandit group from now on! Scar, do you understand me?" Stephanie said with a deliberately straight face, word by word.

"Oh, got it...... Uh-huh?" Blade replied casually, then reacted suddenly.

"When this young lady wakes up, you have to come and inform me immediately, in the meantime, you should be honest and don't be careless!" After saying this, Stephanie didn't mean to stay in the blade room any longer, turned around and left.

Seeing that Stephanie didn't bother herself because of the public kiss that night, Blade quietly breathed a sigh of relief. How did he know that Stephanie actually remembered the incident the day after she woke up, but she didn't want everyone to be embarrassed and kept pretending to be confused. And now that the 'Nightblade Panthers' bandits robbed the Heywood family and captured Robnia, at least for now, the anxious Stephanie has really thrown his 'frivolous actions' out of the clouds.

The blade's gaze involuntarily fell on Robnia's body. How could this captive, who had been captured by himself, suddenly become the 'most honorable' guest in the mouth of the regiment commander? The sharp blade scratched his head and felt a moment of inexplicability.

Night was falling, and before you knew it, the moon was creeping up the treetops.

When Ravonia woke up from her coma and found herself in a completely unfamiliar cabin, she was taken aback. And when she found herself lying on a bed filled with the smell of male sweat, in an instant, her mood changed from surprise to fear.

She remembered the scene that had happened before she fell unconscious, and remembered the sinister werewolf face.

The thought of being violated flooded her mind in an instant, like a succubus that followed her, and it always lingered.

Ravnia only felt chills all over her body, cold hands and feet, she wanted to scream loudly, but she didn't want to be so frightened that she lost her voice, so that her throat could only tremble and let out a soft dry sound.

Tears quietly filled the beautiful eyes that had lost their former brilliance.

Finally, the tears in Ravnia's eyes could no longer be suppressed. She shook her shoulders and sobbed quietly. At this time, all her thoughts were discouraged, and the humiliation after losing her body weighed down like a mountain, and she even thought of death.

The sobbing in the hut quickly turned into a loud cry. The beautiful and innocent girl is crying so heartbreaking at the moment, just like the cuckoo crying blood, which makes the listener sad and the listener cry.

"Hey~", a voice sounded in the hut, but it was quickly drowned out by the girl's earth-shattering cry.

Woowoowoo......

"I say, big sister, what are you crying about?" the voice sounded again after a brief silence.

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“......”

After taking a deep breath, a thunderous voice suddenly exploded:

"No...... Want...... Cry...... It's over!"

There was an instant silence in the hut. It was so silent that the sound of a needle falling on the ground could be heard clearly.

The girl stared blankly in the direction from which the voice came. Looking at the sluggish expression on her face, she was obviously frightened by the yell, and she didn't come back to her senses for a while.

It was only then that Ravnia realized that she was not the only one in the hut.

At a table not far from her, an orc boy with his hands on the table was looking at her angrily.

With blue-gray hair, pointed ears, sharp fangs, and cheeks with faint fuzz, the werewolf face that filled the girl's heart with bitter hatred suddenly fell into her eyes.

The werewolf boy's cheeks were red, slightly drunk, and there was a hint of annoyance in his sleepy eyes, and he was muttering to himself: "What are you howling in the middle of the night?

The girl closed her eyes and shook her head vigorously, trying to make herself more conscious. When she opened her eyes again, she saw the same face that was still chattering.

The face of the devil who took away the girl's most precious virginity.

A tear slowly slipped from the corner of Robonia's eye.

Suddenly, Robonia raised her right hand, and her five fingers bloomed like orchids, pointing directly at the werewolf boy. A surging magical element quickly converged on the tips of Robnia's green fingers.

"Huh?" Looking at the girl's gritted teeth in front of her, and the posture she made, the sharp blade's drunken intent immediately woke up a little.

"What do you want to do?"

As soon as he said this, the blade felt a wave of heat in the air in front of him.

Startled, the blade knew something was wrong, and he pounced on Robonia to stop the magical attack she was carrying out. Who knew that although his alcohol was gone, his body had not fully recovered his usual agility under the anesthesia of alcohol, and his feet staggered, and his body suddenly slowed down by half a beat.

A fireball spawned at Robnia's fingertips, quickly growing from small to large.

"Whore, take your life!" Raffonia shouted angrily, and with a push of her right hand forward, the fireball whistling towards the blade.

A pillar of fire suddenly rose into the sky, lighting up the dark night sky of Blackson Castle.

"Oh, my house! Oh my God, the wine in my room!" In a small room wrapped in flames, there was a heart-wrenching cry that echoed for a long time in the silence of the night.