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The two sailors were apparently the lowest minions, with only a few coppers on them, and nothing of value except a key. Even this key will not be used to open important locks.

"Forget it, with this key, at least it can save me a percussion technique, which is better than nothing."

After hiding the two bodies in the garbage heap, Gordon cautiously came to the door guarded by the sailors just now. Leaning on the door and listening, there was no sound. Then he put his eyes into the keyhole and looked inside, but there was no moving figure. Gordon was relieved, slowly inserted the key into the shrinkage hole, and with a slight twist, the door opened.

A foul stench immediately swept over the face, and flies like black clouds buzzed, swept over Gordon, and disappeared in all directions.

"These two guys are guarding, it's actually the back door of the toilet!" Gordon covered his nose and cursed secretly.

The makeshift toilet in the sewers is dirtier than the troll's lair where all kinds of ** corpses are stored. Gordon looked at the brown sewage flowing on the ground, and finally didn't have the courage to get up close and personal with his expensive cowhide boots.

He applied a leap to himself, and with the force of his legs, he stepped over a stream of human excrement on the ground. It's just that the back door of one of the dirtiest and most inconsequential makeshift toilets is guarded by two people, and Gordon is more and more interested in the secrets hidden in the sewers.

Maybe he'll find something interesting besides Shella.

Gordon is now in a makeshift living quarter. After leaving the stinking makeshift toilet, he walked through a utility room into a long hall lined up with twenty rudimentary wooden beds.

Dice and cards for gambling, leftover liquor, a little change, and tattered clothes that smell of sweat. There's nothing of value in this room, and it's impossible to find any valuable information on paper - can you expect these thugs at the bottom of society to be able to read and write?

It was supposed to be time for the men to do their best, and Gordon made his way through the kitchen, and there was still no one but a few rats stealing leftovers. Until he walked into a damp corridor, orange lights flashed in front of him.

In a makeshift tent made of tarpaulin, in the middle of which is a simple wooden table stacked with several boxes, a small man with brass glasses is buried next to a flickering oil lamp, writing and calculating.

"At ten o'clock in the morning, the cargo loading progress is thirty percent. At this rate, it should all be done at midnight tonight. ”

"1,000 tin cans, 50,000 sewing needles, 2,000 silk threads, 3,000 kitchen knives, and 10,000 clothes poles......"

After a while, the little man suddenly threw the quill and scolded angrily: "Bastard! Lao Tzu is writing and calculating here, his brain is about to melt, but those guys can run to the red light district and have a good time! Damn, may all their stomachs from drinking fester, and may their hands of playing with women all break! ”

In the back room of the tent, a low moan suddenly sounded.

The little man couldn't help but squirm in his throat and swallowed his saliva. He glanced there, and through the gap in the curtain of the door, he could see a female body bound by ropes, writhing.

And the woman did it again. It seems that the aphrodisiac effect of Big Brother Mane is really strong, and no matter how chaste the saint is, she can't help it. The little man's eyes flashed with greed and hesitation, he hesitated for a moment, and finally made up his mind: "Big Brother Mane won't come back for at least two hours, I have served the family so hard, I should relax and relax." Anyway, as long as you don't really get in, it's just a good time, it shouldn't matter. ”

He scrambled to his feet and ran into the tent's bedroom.

The green girl was tied with ropes, her hands tied behind her back, and she lay on the ground. Her cheeks were a sickly bright red, her eyes were covered with a layer of mist, her vision was distracted, her small mouth was slightly open, and from time to time she let out a man's bloody moans. The leather armor and weapons had long since been taken away, and she was wearing only thin underwear, soaked with sweat, highlighting the curves of her body that would suffocate any man. In the struggle and twisting, the rope tightened, and the two balls on the chest were more prominent.

The little man looked at the tempting meal in front of him, and the blood in his body had already concentrated between his legs.

"Damn, Big Brother Mane is really good at playing with women. When he first caught it, he barked and bit like a mare on the prairie, but he was poured aphrodisiacs by his eldest brother, tied up and placed for a few hours, and then completely lost his ability to resist. Maybe after a while, she'll be crying and shouting for me to her, haha! ”

The little man rubbed his hands, smiled lewdly and walked closer and closer to the green girl, and repeatedly said in his mouth: "Tied up and playing, just with me." ”

A voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Since you like the bundle game so much, then I will satisfy you." ”

The little man was startled, and before he could turn around, he was bound by a rope that was as nimble as a snake. His body suddenly lost its balance and he fell to the ground. His jaw slammed against the hard, cold ground, and he screamed, spitting out a few teeth mixed with blood.

Gordon appeared in the shadows. He turned the little man over, then grabbed a lump of cloth and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Originally, I learned the spell of activating rope in order to have the opportunity to play sex games with beautiful women in the future, but I didn't expect to use it on you for the first time." Gordon kicked the little man who couldn't speak or move, and put him aside for a while.

The mage turned his attention to the defenseless beauty.

"It's like this, but I'm just in time." After a little check of Shellaya's condition, Gordon guessed what was going on.

Shellaya seemed to sense Gordon's, and she struggled to squeeze six words out of her throat: "Mr. Gordon, help me." ”

However, because of the influence of aphrodisiacs, this sentence is said delicately and charmingly, and the voice seems to be able to drip sweet honey. It's not like asking for help, it's like asking for pleasure.

"What should I do?"

If this is in an old-school martial arts novel, then when the protagonist encounters a beautiful woman who has been given an aphrodisiac by a villain and is burned with lust, he will generally have the tragic feelings of being forced to do so, unwilling, and I will not go to hell Who will go to hell, take off his pants and swing his stick, and sacrifice himself to save people. After the incident, he said "I will be responsible", and the ending was happy.

But Gordon didn't do that. He took a pinch of yellowed tobacco leaves from his pocket and recited the incantation.

The spell immediately had an effect on Shellailla. A cloud of red smoke slowly rose from her mouth and nose and left her body. Gordon continued to cast spells, pumping more and more red gas away from Shella's body. The half-elf girl, who had been tormented by aphrodisiacs for a long time, finally quieted down, her body temperature returned to normal, and her mind gradually became sober.

"Fortunately, I learned the spell of 'extracting drugs' not long ago, otherwise I would have really been able to save people with a stick just now." Gordon breathed a sigh of relief.

The spell of extracting drugs can extract all the addictive drugs in the human body, including drugs, aphrodisiacs, etc. If there were such a spell on Earth, drug rehabilitation facilities would not have a headache for the growing number of drug addicts.

Looking at the girl full of temptation, Gordon felt a little pity: "Am I too cowardly like this?" ”

He had such a scene in his mind.

Years later, the old Gordon recounted his glorious deeds to his juniors: "With a powerful spell, I went into the sewers and saved Miss Shella, who was on the verge of danger, from the bad guys. The curious junior asked, "And then?" Gordon showed a sad expression: "Then, there is no then!" ”

Just as his mind was running wild, the girl woke up.

"Mr. Gordon...... "Shella's body, which collapsed due to the effects of drugs, finally gathered a little strength after resting. She sat up and breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of the mage who was quietly watching her.

Shellay felt a sense of security that she had never felt before, and she said from the bottom of her heart, "Thank you." ”

"No, you can rest for a while."

Shellaya nodded, hesitated for a moment, and blushed and said, "Mr. Gordon, I'm ...... I'm thirsty, do I have water? ”

Because of the torture of aphrodisiacs, her body temperature rose and she sweated profusely, which made Shelleya urgently need to replenish water. Gordon nodded at her and walked out. After a while, he walked in with a rough tin kettle and a wooden cup.

Shellaya took the cup full of water and eagerly brought it to her lips, like a desert traveler who was almost dying of thirst. Drinking too quickly, a lot of clear water spilled from the corners of her pink lips, slid down her fair neck, and finally seeped into the unfathomable ravine between the two peaks.

Gordon felt his lips dry, and a wave of heat welled up all over his body.

Rehydrated, Shellaya finally recovered. Gordon stepped out of the bedroom, ready to deal with the guy who was trapped by the rope and thrown in the corner.

First, he applied a silence to the tent, and Gordon pulled out the cloth ball that the other man had stuffed in his mouth.

The little man didn't shout loudly, but stared at Gordon viciously, threatening: "Do you know whose territory is here? Do you know who I am? ”

"I really don't know." Gordon shrugged his shoulders and cast a spell with a calm expression, summoning a black pocket the size of a satchel. He didn't say a word, and opened his pocket with an indifferent expression.

Every time Gordon took out a gleaming metal object from his pocket, the little man's eyelids twitched, and his expression became more and more difficult to see.

Daggers, scalpels, boning blades, hammers, pliers for pulling nails......

The little man is going to cry. He finally couldn't bear the tremendous pressure and pleaded, "My lord, Master Mage! Be merciful, please give a little mercy to poor Dent! If you want to ask me, I will answer truthfully, please don't use these torture instruments on me! ”

A spell used by Gordon to intimidate small men called Dark Pockets. This one-ring spell school spell can create a zào that lasts for 24 hours and fills a pocket full of various torture instruments. However, for Gordon, this spell only has the effect of intimidation. He is not so perverted and twisted as to really torture others with those horrific torture instruments. There are many ways for mages to get the information they need. **Punishment or something, it's too rough and primitive.