Guided by the maid, Amacer went through a series of preparations, the first step of which was scrubbing, yes, scrubbing, not grooming.

All he had been stripped of was a pair of shorts, which were brushed by two fat, odious-looking women, one on the left and the other on the right, as if they were dealing with a rusty relic treasure. But fortunately, the brush is not hard, and there is nothing other than discomfort.

During the scrubbing, he was surprised to find that the two fat women were blind and did not seem to be able to speak.

Then, after being cleaned, he was wrapped in a layer of transparent gelatinous clothes and thrown into the hot red liquid, which melted instantly, insulating the heat from the outside like an insulating layer, and the inner layer of water vapor moistened his skin.

Slowly, the gum melted into his skin, and he faintly smelled a unique aroma of the plant when it bloomed, and only after careful recognition did he realize that it was emanating from himself.

Then there is local cleaning, fortunately, the elf itself loves to be clean, and it has only been reshaping his body for a short time, this step did not last too long, and it is thanks to this that he was not cleanly peeled.

……

Twelve similar processes were carried out, and it was already late at night when all this was done, although there was not much change on his face, but the elf as a whole was completely new, and it was the same as before entering. The skin is tender and can squeeze out water, the silver hair is also meticulously cared for, and the complexion has been steamed into a healthy wheat color, a little more resolute than the previous weakness, but the occasional fragrance on the body makes the elf a little uneasy.

He could probably understand the purpose of the scent, so that even if he was an assassin as clever as Ricky, he would not be able to cause any harm in this crystal palace, just as a cat with a bell can't catch a mouse.

Nothing else disturbed him, and Belica did not ask to see him, but let the maid lead him to rest.

In the bedroom, on a large velvet bed that could lay at least four Uno side by side, Amacer tossed and turned, unable to sleep. The incense lit on the table next to him had some sort of sedative and hypnotic ingredient, and he had noticed it, so he deliberately reduced his breathing rate, and he didn't ingest much now.

The elf got up and opened the window, and the scorched leaf in the courtyard glowed softly at night, like a dim orange flame. The guards who had escaped into the shadows walked back and forth, and though they were careful, the slightest sound could not escape the elves' ears.

Suddenly, there was a discordant sound of footsteps, which seemed to be coming from behind him.

Amatho immediately closed the window and lay back on the bed, and the moment the door was pushed open, he jumped up from the bed, watching the visitor wary.

However, to his surprise, it was Saru who suddenly arrived.

How did he end up here? The elf was surprised, he didn't know that Saru was Berica's man.

The big brown-skinned man with fangs glared at him, and said angrily, "The master is looking for you." ”

Master?

Amacer instantly recalled the anomaly that the other party had shown at the last minute.

"Your injury, alright?"

He saw that the wound on Saru's neck was gone, and there was not even a scar left.

"Don't talk nonsense, follow me."

Saru didn't answer, he reached out and dragged him, but the elf dodged sideways, which made the anger in Saru's eyes a little heavier.

Walking down the hallway with him, Amatho felt that this guy didn't seem normal. He exuded an aura of tyranny and was unusually sensitive, glaring back several times when he tried to take a closer look at the other party. It seems that if it weren't for Belica's residual power, he would have done it with himself immediately.

Walking through the corridor, there is a black and white spiraling staircase in front of you, and you can't see the end at a glance, and it makes you dizzy after looking at it for a long time. The two of them descended at least forty meters step by step, and he could feel the magic fluctuations from each step, although it was vague, but it could not escape the perception of the elves.

Below is a wine cellar. During the day, the guy named Siegfried was also there, with a few subordinates, and it seemed that he had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing Amatho arrive, half of Siegfried's face was suddenly full of banter.

"Lucky guy." He leaned into Amacer's face and whispered, "Good luck." ”

The elf pushed him away lightly and didn't say anything. He saw two magic circles painted on the floor in front of him, and the light of the magic pattern line gradually increased from the outside to the inside, and the light in the center was dazzling.

Directly above one of the circles was a blood-red vine hanging from the ceiling, becoming more and more bloody in the light, as if the air was fishy sweet.

"Stand up, and Mistress Belica will brand you her very own." Siegfried nudged him, pointing to the center of the circle without vines.

Amacer looked around quietly and walked up, still indifferent, his obedience surprised Siegfried.

Wait a minute, he snorted in his heart.

Seeing that he was in place, Saru also stepped to the other side, letting the vines wrap around his strong limbs.

Suddenly, two vines raised their heads like cobras and stabbed into Saru's left and right shoulders, and the brown-skinned man let out a low roar that sounded extremely painful.

The vines continued to go deeper, burrowing into the flesh like drills, and the gurgling sound was particularly harsh in the quiet air, and one couldn't help but sweat just listening to it.

As the vines deepened, the skin behind Saru began to protrude, as if something was shuttling under the skin, and the color of each vein was deepening, and large areas of red gradually covered his back like leaf veins, vaguely forming a relief like an anchor.

With a "poof", the blood-soaked vine seemed to find its place, piercing through the skin and poking its head out, and the capillary on the vine re-penetrated under the skin like a root, like a painter's pen, dipped in blood to rewrite the anchor into a rudder.

Siegfried looked at all this, although he was dissatisfied, he didn't dare to say anything, he knew that this was Belica's preference for Amacer, so he wanted to rewrite the brand to the highest specification.

Eventually, a bloody rudder loomed from behind Saru, and the vines withdrew their brush-like hairs and began to weave under the oars, like a sewing needle, one in and one out, threading the needle and thread.

Just looking at all of this made Amacer's scalp tingle, but Saru looked relieved, and the beads of sweat that were still the size of beans were now back to normal.

Eventually, the rudder behind him changed from a flat painting to a three-dimensional pattern, and as the vines completely wrapped around the rudder, there was a "hiss" that this part of the flesh was removed alive.

"Ahhh

Saru let out a sudden cry of pain, and the whole figure was stripped of its bones, and it lay motionless on the ground.

Siegfried covered his nose with a handkerchief, stepped forward quickly to freeze the bloody wound on his back, and then picked up the strong man who was completely disproportionate to his body with one hand and threw it to the man who had been waiting for a long time.

The moment Saru was thrown out of his hand, he suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed two unknown subordinates on the left and right, and slashed towards Zigfei.

However, as expected, a pair of short knives appeared in his hands in an instant, and the cold light on the blades pierced people's eyes.

"I already knew you wanted to do it."

He smirked and rushed towards him.

“Goshi K+hag！” [Orc language: I want to drink all your blood!] 】

Saru roared, tossed the man in his hand as a sandbag, clenched his fists and made it look like he was going to rush over desperately.

Siegfei caught the next person with one hand, his body rotated for half a circle to unload his strength, and he was about to use his double knives to deal with the opponent's iron fist, but he didn't expect Salu to shake a shot, and the moment he lost the person, he slammed on his feet and turned around and ran out.

Although Siegfried was deceived, he was not worried at all in the face of such a result.

The last thing that is lacking in this manor is a trap to prevent traitors from escaping, and it is tantamount to a dead end that a low-IQ slave like Saru will choose to flee when the brand is removed.

The wisdom he had did help him choose a good opportunity to escape, but it was not enough for him to rationally judge the end of the road.

Siegfried didn't do anything, he looked at him indifferently, and as soon as the panicked Saru stepped on the black and white steps, he triggered the trap, and a burst of electric light flashed with a silver-white thunderbolt, and the brown-skinned orc fell to the ground in response, only the whites of his eyes remained, and there was a burst of flesh on his body, obviously he couldn't die anymore, even his excellent recovery ability couldn't save him.

"It's your turn."

He turned and looked at Amath.

The elf was still immersed in the roar that Saru had just uttered, and he was sure that he had heard an orc word.

"Tick"

A drop of blood dripped on his shoulder, and when he looked up, he saw that the vines were slowly falling with blood-colored rudders, and the elf couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly.

It seems...... It's not the same as what was said in the script?