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Chaotic ballads composed of sharp abyssal language echoed through the gloomy halls. Ama Bree bowed to the altar adorned with bones and entrails, then rose.

"Let's get started." She said.

The red-robed people standing around the hall lit a fire and sprinkled a handful of yellow and black powder into it.

The flames swelled suddenly, and an eerie dark red glow filled the entire hall. The already turbid air was filled with the smell of sulfur.

Then, each of the red-robed people picked up the wooden barrels stacked in the corners, and each dipped a brush in the barrel, a viscous liquid made of the blood of several living beings, and painted on the limestone floor.

Amavrei looked at this qiē with satisfaction. At this moment, a woman came down the stairs that led to the upper floor. She was wearing a thin garment wrapped in a white gauze, revealing snow-white lotus arms, a slender lower abdomen, and slender thighs. The exposure of this outfit can even be compared to a bikini on earth, and it is hard to imagine that there would be a woman in this world who wears such clothes in public. Moreover, Ama Furlet also called her a "priest".

"Are things ready, devotee of Goddess Lilya, Pastor Dinah?" Amavreth asked in the tone of a superior person.

Pastor Dinah has narrow and charming Danfeng eyes, as well as a delicate melon seed face, and Na's body and mature charm make her invincible among men on weekdays. But now she can only show the greatest obedience in front of Amavrey.

"Ready, Lady Amavre, more than half of the noble men and women invited have arrived. The pie can start on time. She hung her head and didn't look at Amavrey, but her eyes were full of hatred.

Ama Furlet seemed to have insight into her thoughts, and sneered, "The dignified priest of the goddess Lierya, the head of the diocese of Blue Water City, and the most respected mistress of the Amber Mask, are you not convinced?" Put away your worthless self-esteem! The great upheaval is coming, and even your goddess has succumbed to her masters at this time, and you can only obediently serve us. ”

"Of course, Lady Amavrey." Pastor Dinah bowed.

"Go up and greet the poor sacrifices, who have the right to the last pleasure before they die." Amavrei waved her hand and beat the priestess away.

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Two two-wheeled carriages left from the east gate of Bishui City. There was nothing unusual about the black carriage, but the scepter pattern on the door decorated with a towering iceberg made all the carriages and pedestrians on the road shy away.

It was the family crest of the Antello family, Lord of Wands.

The carriage went straight to the eastern outskirts of Blue Water City, turning around at the forest path that led to the Whispering Forest. After about an hour of walking through the dense trees, there was a sudden bright light in the dark forest in the evening.

Suddenly there was a clear light ahead, and the carriage entered a large glade. Here, there stands an elegant ancient castle, the kind of architectural style that is finely carved and seems to be integrated with nature, and at first glance it is the handiwork of elves. The castle, which has long been abandoned, is bustling with activity, with luxurious carriages arriving from time to time.

A handsome man wearing only leather shorts and revealing his muscular upper body came to the carriage of the Antello family, opened the door, and welcomed the guests down.

The dark-eyed, young man in a mage's robe stepped out of the carriage, he turned around, stretched out his hand, and helped the other lady in the carriage out of the carriage.

"Thank you, Gordon." Said the green girl with a proud figure.

"No thanks, willing to serve." Gordon looked at Shella, his eyes showing a gentle affection.

From the other carriage, Monsieur Dorne Lannister stepped down like the protagonist with his chest held high, and he also brought a female companion, a mature and beautiful noblewoman surnamed Julian. Gordon didn't show the slightest surprise when he learned that Dorne had gotten his hands on the daughter of Count Julian, the lord of the Blue Water City, which made Dorn less fun showing off.

On his first day off as a magical advisor, Dorne insisted on Gordon accompanying him to the secret duì held in an abandoned castle in the forest.

In such a secret place, holding a pie duì that only nobles attend, and most importantly, the organizer is the priest of the goddess of pleasure, Lierya, which makes Gordon a little curious, and even has a hint of curiosity, to participate in this pie duì.

Liria is a chaotic neutral deity whose teachings seek pure pleasure that is not bound by order and rules. Due to the conflict between the priesthood and the goddess of love, there are not many intelligent beings who believe in her in the main material world, most of them are hedonists who live in abundance and spiritual emptiness, or bards who are dissolute by nature.

In some small circles of high society, believers in Lilya often hold some kind of special, private gatherings. Those who understand the content of the meeting will naturally understand it. Gordon was a little skeptical that today's party was of that nature, but looking at Dorne's elated appearance, it seemed that it was just an exchange and carnival between ordinary young men and women.

Unlike Gordon, who had all sorts of complicated thoughts, Shelley was very happy. Although they did not verbally establish a relationship with Gordon, the two had acquiesced to each other after several intimate contacts. On his days off, he was able to bring himself to the "banquet" - at least that's what the half-elf rangers who didn't know much about aristocratic circles thought, and Shellaya was delighted.

She even wore the latest silk slip dress from South Wilfast. The emerald green color of the dress complements her color, revealing a small semi-snow-white chest and round shoulders, bold and cute, at least Gordon is very satisfied with her dress.

Shellaya saw the handsome waiter wearing only leather shorts and asked in a low voice, "Why is he wearing so little?" ”

"Because he is a servant of Goddess Lilya," said Gordon, pointing to a beautiful woman in the distance wrapped in nothing but a scarf, "Most of the priests of the gods like to wear sacred robes, but the goddess of pleasure encourages her followers to wear all kinds of clothing that reflects the natural beauty of the human body. ”

"What a ...... The goddess too. Shellae hesitated, not uttering the pejorative adjective.

The four of them walked into the castle hall. Forty-eight tree lanterns emitted a soft pale yellow light, illuminating the entire hall slightly hazy and ambiguous.

The two staircases lead to the second floor, where an icon of the goddess of pleasure sits against the wall. Dressed in a light veil and with a bumpy figure that shows feminine charm, the goddess is putting on a seductive expression with her beautiful cheeks. It's as if one more look at it will make people feel hot.

"It's weird." Gordon thought.

Ten long tables are set up in the hall, and on the tables covered with ornate tablecloths, there are a variety of fine food served on silver plates, which guests can take as they please, accompanied by refreshing wines, and have a pleasant conversation.

Gordon looked around, and the participants of this banquet were all the upper class who were gorgeously dressed, the women were all good-looking, and the men, if not handsome and dashing, were at least young and strong, not short, fat, old and ugly. After looking around for a moment, he saw that Dorne and Miss Julian were gone, and he was ready to devote his attention to the fine food.

Just then, a handsome and tall young man walked over.

"Hello, Baron Freeman. And the beautiful Miss Shella, the last time I had an adventure with you, I will never forget. Ke Yaen walked over with a petite golden girl in his arms and saluted Gordon.

"Good evening, Mr. Ke Yan, it's been nearly twenty days since I last said goodbye to Master Mo's workshop." Gordon replied.

At the mention of the blacksmith's workshop in the forging of Mo, Keyaan seemed to recall unpleasant memories. The corners of his mouth twitched inconspicuously, suppressing his feelings in the bottom of his heart, and he didn't show it.

"Just be as proud as you want! Tonight is your last pleasure. When the time comes, I will witness your tragic death with my own eyes. Coyarn gave Gordon and Shellaa a meaningful look, then took his leave.

"Gordon, the last time we ventured, I didn't have much ...... with Coryan," Shellaa argued. She looked anxious, as if she was afraid that Gordon would misunderstand her.

"I'm not that stupid enough to hear what he meant by sowing discord." Gordon said as he bit Shella's earlobe, causing the latter to smile sweetly.

The temperature in the hall was gradually rising, and the smell of sweet and intoxicating alcohol was getting stronger and stronger.

A few noises came, and Gordon and Shellreya followed the sound, and now a disheveled girl was caught between two men, and the three of them kissed fiercely, their tongues intertwined, and they gasped for a dull breath. Far from being surprised, the onlookers screamed and even poured bright red wine on them.

"Gordon, what's going on?" Shellaya grabbed the man's arm tightly.

"It's kind of weird." Gordon said. He thought to himself, this sect will not really show in the direction he guessed!

The atmosphere of the pie duì is getting more and more eccentric, more and more **. Gordon was curious, if it was really a pie of that nature, he would be fine to look around, but he would never intend to participate in such a thing himself, let alone involve Shellaille. He's a selfish man who doesn't want anyone else to possess his girl.

At this time, the gate of his present castle was closed tightly at some point, and three huge latches were closed. Unless there is the power of the Hill Giant, a single person simply cannot open the gate.

Gordon snatched the wine glass from Shella's hand: "Don't drink, don't eat those foods, I suspect there's been spiced inside." Let's go to an inconspicuous place. ”

He took Shellailla by the hand and made his way through the crowd and chaos to behind the shadow of the embossed column in the corner.

The scene became more and more chaotic, and many men and women hugged each other under the influence of alcohol, and then hugged each other passionately.

Amid the debauched laughter and heavy gasps, a mature beauty who looked like a priest of Lierya appeared in the hall, followed by ten stout men in leather pants, holding incense burners, pale pink smoke rising from the stove, covering the hall with a layer of ** veil. Everyone has a sense of fluttering, even Gordon.

Gordon struggled to stay awake. He observed the changes in the hall with a stern expression, took out two milky white potions from the dimensional pouch, and handed one of them to Shella.

The mature beauty stood in front of the statue of the goddess of Learya, held the emblem of the goddess in both hands, and began to sing melodious and charming songs.

When the song reaches its highest pitch, the icon suddenly bursts into a pink halo that envelops the entire hall.

"Drink the potion!" Gordon felt dizzy, and an instinctive flame of desire was pouring out of his heart.