The waves of the River Styx resemble a man-eating flower that rises up, biting two hard-supporting creatures in its mouth, and the remaining wisps of its mouth can be completely closed and digested.

"Your Excellency, regardless of my identity, will you believe me?"

"No, it won't."

Celio's answer was succinct and clear, and the movements of his hands sped up a little.

The water outside was getting thicker and harder, and the cracks were gradually moving downward, and the strange river seemed to find him careless.

"Then put aside my identity, as you can see, my companion is also a human ......," Amath said.

"Be quiet, booty."

Silio interrupted him, carrying the other man as a shield and slamming a crack in the thick wall.

But in this way, his sword momentum was also greatly hindered, and for a moment the heavy shell softened again, sweeping in from all directions, like beggars clustered in the slums outside the city of Vadan, stretching out their dirty hands and frantically peeling off the flesh-colored armor from his body.

The long swords flew and slashed the pitch-black clay hands, but soon new ones were generated, and Cyrio couldn't break through at all.

He cursed and was forced to retreat.

Seeing this, Amacer was also a little moved, he could see that the other party was very afraid of these rivers, but he didn't have this concern, so he said: "If you are a Turing, then please allow me-"

"Lao Tzu told you to shut up!"

The murderous aura and anger that erupted from Cyrio's body at that moment made Amacer shiver.

He had never seen such anger in his long life. The evil aura that seemed to crawl out of the sea of corpses and blood pressed over him like a mountain of anger like a mountain of blood, making him feel as if he was about to suffocate.

At the same time, the identity of the other party is more and more confirmed. If it weren't for the soldiers who died in that hoax, they wouldn't have been so angry at all.

It was as if I had inadvertently made the same mistake - the scene in front of me was so familiar.

When he was in the labyrinth of the wind firmament, Xia Mu (Mu Yan) should have been so angry when he said the name of Idril, the most sensitive part of his heart was touched, no matter whether the other party meant it or not, he would always feel offended.

What's more, as a human being, Xia Mu and himself as an elf play the role of a disgusted existence in both of these things - just as he hates humans, and the dead veteran in front of him hates elves.

So what did Xia Mu do at that time? Crazy apologies?

Not...... It's just that that guy seemed to be the stronger side at the time, and he tied me up?

Amacer couldn't help but smile bitterly, now thinking about Xia Mu's approach, it was really witty, in that environment, there was nothing like a powerful force suppression that could make people sober up faster. As the offended party, he can't wait for the other party to disappear in place, and it is useless to apologize or something.

So he could only try to make his tone sound as sincere as possible.

"I don't mean to offend, but please give me a way to redeem and make amends."

He said stiffly.

"These weird rivers can't hurt me, maybe I can help."

The space around him was getting smaller and smaller, and Celio realized that if he continued like this, he would only bury himself.

He let go of his arm and handed him a sword.

After nearly a year, he touched the sword again, and the familiar touch made Amacer tremble.

For a while, the sword light flew brightly, and even in the slightly dim Heru, it was like a pear blossom blooming.

"Your Excellency, please follow me out."

He took the lead, splitting a crack with his sword, and his vigorous posture made Silio a little trance-like.

The posture is very beautiful, and the stunned young people who rushed so the battlefield were the first to be killed by the elemental arrows, those young people......

"Hold it down, recruit."

I don't know how many times I said a sentence before I was alive, and the words that were deeply imprinted on my soul almost blurted out.

With his help, Cyrio managed to emerge from the husk, and the two landed on the shore one after the other, watching the river slowly retreat.

At this time, Sherlock, who was watching from afar, also ran over.

"Well done [Heru]!"

The merchant ran over with his bloated body and looked at Amacer as if he were looking at an animal.

Amacer felt the insulting nature of his gaze and frowned, and as soon as his hand holding the sword was raised, it was interrupted by Silio with a sheathed sword.

Not only that, but the old man kicked him in the back, and his broad palm restrained him again.

"[Samika] Be honest, booty."

Amacer's heart sank.

This is the end of the brief love between the two.

Sherlock was curious when he heard another language from Celio's mouth for the first time.

"You know him? What did that sentence mean? ”

The merchant asked, grabbing Amacer's hair and taking a closer look at the elf's handsome face.

"I told him to be 'honest'. We just came from the same place when we were born. ”

Silio replied vaguely.

Sherlock sighed, no longer dwelling on that.

Although Amacer looks like an amber wax figure, he can still see a face of astonishing beauty in its perfect lines.

Compared with the rugged appearance of most of the Herus, the facial lines of the elves are indeed much softer and more delicate. In particular, Amacer's cold expression at this time was even more appropriate in Sherlock's opinion - just like many men love iceberg beauties, the noblewomen of Vadan must have liked this kind of ice-cube beautiful man.

Look at these long ears, how exquisite! The same ears grow on goblins and Tallinns, like donkeys!

It was the first time he had seen a face that could control long ears so perfectly.

If you brand this guy and then take it to the secret shot, God knows what kind of madness will be made of those noble ladies who shout about loneliness all day long.

Vadan's "Absolute Order" has produced many women who sit on great wealth.

They may have confused their competitors with the wonderful carcasses of their youth, so as to win the war for money. Or conquer the strong, and then bury them with gentleness, and inherit their property. What's more, the long-sleeved dancers are fascinated by those who have no reason and throw money at the heat of the brain - the merchants of Vadan are obviously smarter than those who have muscles in their heads, but they are also more focused on enjoyment, and therefore more likely to indulge in beauty.

Either way, the women whose fortunes are well protected by the Rusty Water Chaebol are intimidatingly rich, but the hysterical appearance of them fighting for something with each other is even more terrifying than this.

The eccentric Oriental painter who first came to Vadan quickly conquered everyone with his unique black and white paintings. So a noble lady invited him to paint a portrait of herself.

This was a trivial matter in the eyes of the painter, so he agreed without even thinking about it, and the next day, the door to the tavern was blocked.

The person who came was the lady's nemesis.

The rival said that you can't paint that slut, if you want to paint, you can also paint me, the painter looked confused, and was about to say something, when the lady slapped the horse and killed, and the two immediately quarreled.

This is just the beginning, and then more new forces will join, and the topic will also escalate from step by step, from "who should this exclusive portrait belong to" to "who is the most beautiful and noble woman in Vataan", without being stiff or abrupt.

The last "famous" young widow took the painter with her, who spent seven days in her magnificent manor house, which resembled a crystal palace.

Sherlock, who watched the farce the whole time, has set his business goals on women from then on.

And now, he felt that what he was holding in his hand was not amber hair, but the crystal savings cards of the largest denomination of the "Rusty Water Chaebol".