Lucy leaned on the windowsill and looked down.

This was the closest city to the Land of the Arrows, and like most of the cities in the southern countries they passed, it was full of empty prosperity and frivolous vanity, especially since their Grand Duke was still a mediocre man who could get by, and when the flames of civil war had been ignited, there was still not the slightest tension in a place so close to the former royal capital, but there were inevitably many more mercenaries and thieves in the streets— However, as the master of this place, the lord still had a little brain, he had no reliable army, no credible mages or warlocks, but he did not hesitate to take out the gold and assets accumulated for generations, leaving only a small amount of money that could barely allow the small principality to survive—to which the senior priest of Shirek was very satisfied, and the emperor's so-called army took over the "management" of the principality at the hint of the culprit The Grand Duke hid back in the castle and indulged in alcohol and women all day long, while his people were resigned to their fate. It's just that compared to some other people who are disobedient to the yang and even think that they can be smarter than those dark day priests, the treatment they get is simply good- Their Grand Duke was not hung on the walls like a poor thief, and their people were not completely reduced to slavery, sacrifice, or cattle to be slaughtered as they pleased, but if you look closely into the eyes of the survivors, you will find that they are still living at home, and they still have their lives and freedom, but no one knows when this will end.

In that case, why should they think about the long-term future, and a deformed carnival began.

Not to mention, the thieves and mercenaries here attracted not only war, but also countless prostitutes, and they were welcomed by the people, because without them, the foreign beasts would not mind taking wives, sisters, or daughters from their homes, and that's how the troop of bards, dancers, and musicians sauntered into the city. There were about twenty men in the group, both men and women, fair-skinned and slender, except for the bard, who symbolically wore a dagger or dagger, and did not carry weapons such as broadswords and spears, not even bows and crossbows, and there must be something peculiar, that they rode in six elaborate caravans. But as soon as they entered the city, they removed the roof and walls of the caravan, and dancers in flaming red robes danced on the caravan, and the streets crowded with intently crowds of people - these dancers were as light as birds, their small feet were covered with silk satin shoes of the same color as their robes, their long hair fluttering in the air like waves, and their thin fingers were constantly retracted and spread like enchanted flower buds.

Lucieure was displeased that they danced like elves, and although she had to admit that these dancers were indeed extremely skilled, their lowly status was destined to never be respected by humans, and that the elves danced only to praise Angelis, the god of life, nature, and love, while these human women were only there to please men, to cater to inferior desires, and to seek nothing more than a tinkling coin or two.

As Lucieu disappeared from the ledge, one of the dancers glanced up, "Is that her?" asked her companion.

"It's not. The dancer said.

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Among them, Kerribben and Cremar had gone to the Emperor's side, while Adel and Lucire's guardian Eloch remained, partly because Lucieu and Afra, and secondly, they were looking for possible clues among the thieves and mercenaries.

Adel put on a black robe early in the morning and sneaked into the alleys and ruins of the city's suburbs, Eloch also has what he has to do, but it is not very far from their temporary residence, to ensure that Lucieu and Afra will not suffer any irreparable damage, but Lucieu really doesn't want to be in the same room as Afra, she also wants to do things like Adel and Elohe, instead of being in a daze in the room, but the city is now in a very chaotic situation, and before fully understanding the forces involved, her guardian does not recommend Lucieu to go out at will, but to Luciere's displeasure, Afra can。

Was it because Afra had the same strength as them? Was it because she was still too weak? Lucieu knew they were all doing dangerous things, but she couldn't help but feel frustrated - why did she leave Emerald Grove, wasn't it because of the test she had to undergo before she could become the master of Lynn Island?

What Lucieu didn't know was that Afra, who was not in the room, was also in a daze, just in the tavern.

She occupies a table alone, but no one dares to provoke her - this supposedly eunuch has kept countless demons in the shadows, and his enemies will not only be killed, but devoured completely, and even his soul may not be complete, and there are mercenaries who have a penchant for killing their enemies first...... Well...... The most important thing for men. These wicked and tyrannical creatures may not care about being hurt, but they will shrink back before this terrible punishment, and no one who is a man does not care about it.

Just as Afra raised her hand and was about to call for a second cup of mead, there was a sudden commotion among the people of the tavern, who were still seated in their seats, but their eyes were already looking out uncontrollably, and from the caravan slowly passing through the street, two dancers jumped down, laughing all the way, throwing rose petals, and spinning their bodies like a tangible spring breeze into the dim and damp tavern, their white arms were brighter than the whale oil lamps in the tavern hall, and some people could not help but touch and hold them, but when their palms were closed, they could only hold the air。

"Come," cried one of the dancers affectionately and merrily, "come on," she waved her arms, "come on, let us have a night without worries, without worries, come with me, lads." She made a kissing gesture, "Dance with us!"

She grabbed Afra's hand.

"That's a eunuch!" a voice suddenly rang out in the crowd, clearly annoyed that the dancer hadn't chosen him.

"Everybody can dance with us. The dancer said. And her companions came to Afra's side, and some of them beat their chests, not understanding how a dark and thin eunuch could be more pleasing to a woman than they were.

Afra glanced at the dancer, who wore dazzling necklaces and bracelets around her neck and arms, one of which caught Afra's attention, which made her abandon her original indifference, "Yes," she said, "I would love to dance with you." ”

So the crowd walked out of the tavern door in such a happy huddle, the cobalt blue sky shining on the streets and houses, and the pavement was covered with the petals that the dancers had thrown down—and it was not known where they had gotten so many fresh and fragrant flowers. With them were musicians, bards, and more dancers, and it seemed as if the whole street had been summoned by them—the musicians played music like a pliable spider silk, which kept pulling the people hand in hand, and slowly, some of the fierce, sad, sad, and dazed faces became happy, and they came to the end of the street, which was a small circular square.

The procession of dancers, in the centre of the square, by a deep well with a tall reel frame, was followed by a troubadour leap from the ground to the top of the shelf, on which he sang loudly while playing the soltri, while the musicians beat the drums and shook the bells and played the flutes and piccolos to accompany them, and the twelve dancers danced around them like brilliant birds, and the people surrounded them as if they were enchanted, unable to control their surging emotions and desiresThe original inhabitants of the city were depressed and terrified, but the thieves and mercenaries who terrorized and played with these mortals could not relax their tense nerves, and they were able to remain vigilant at first, but as the petals, snow-white arms, and fragrant fragrance gradually took over their senses, their faces showed a dull smile.

They danced with the dancers from dusk till dawn, exhausted and dazed, but the dancers showed no tiredness, even the clear singing and music of the bards.

And just then, a bard suddenly took off his dagger and threw it to the ground, and a thief was awakened by the sound of metal striking stones, but the all-night dance had exhausted his strength, and he could not even find the opportunity to move his feet and escape into the shadows— He watched as the second dagger was thrown to the ground, covered with petals along with the first, and while he was still thinking about what a familiar ritual it was, the dancer's lofty feet passed before his eyes, and the snow-white and tender scenery under the robe made him smile sluggishly, and then he heard a familiar voice, which he had heard many times, in others.

It was the sound of hot blood bursting from bulging veins.

The thieves fell, and he was surrounded by more wicked men who shared his fate, and the dancers spun with a smile like a rolled kapok falling lightly from a branch, but the blades hidden in the soles of their shoes were like spikes from flowers, and one by one, the thieves and mercenaries who had terrified the hearts of the good people and had no peace all day long died silently, not even screaming before they stopped breathing, more pathetic and contemptible than the mortals they despised...... By the time the dancers finally stopped, the small circular square was covered in blood.

No one knew when or how they left, and by the time the Emperor's army was informed and arrived here, the blood had congealed and turned black, and from the vacant center of the circle they spread outward like a multi-petaled flower, and each man's fatal wound was in the throat or heart, but strangely there seemed to be no sign of resistance.

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"You are the goddess of joy, Lyra, the followers of the Lady of Joy. Afra said.

The leading dancer bowed her head and acquiesced, bowing deeply to Afra, and then bending her knees, whenever she moved, she seemed to be dancing, graceful and stretched, and looked pleasing to the eye, "Hail to you, newborn bud." ”

"What are you doing here?" asked Afra, looking into the distance, the morning light gradually covering the city like a golden veil, the noise of the people far away, and the morning wind carrying the light in front of her, dispelling the bloody aura of the priest of Lierra.

The battle of the gods a thousand years ago changed a lot, not only for humans, but also for gods. Like the goddess of joy, Lerla, who has always been peaceful and tolerant and averse to violence and weapons, even though she is only a god of inferior divine power. But in the midst of that chaotic catastrophe, she had lost no less than the other gods, and if anything, she was only slightly better than the goddess of magic who had lost it all.

She lost her friendship - at the beginning of the War of the Gods, when the gods were banished to the main physical plane as a sage, in order to return to the kingdom of God, Goddess Wojin made a pact with the Archangel of the Abyss, in an attempt to secretly return to her kingdom of God with the help of the three levels under his control - for this reason, she wisely handed over her godhead to her best friend Lierla for safekeeping before leaving, this decision is undoubtedly the right one, as we all know, and later Maharaja Glazt tore up the agreement and imprisoned Wojin for hundreds of years. The problem is that after Woking was finally able to leave the abyss, she became furious and quarreled with her because some of her followers had converted to Liella. Although they were reconciled afterwards, the shattered porcelain, even if it was completely repaired, would still leave a distinct rift, and the more time passed, the more obvious the rift became.

If Woking's actions only annoyed Lilla, the murder of her lover and one of her most loyal followers, Colana Angelos, by a follower of Levita (Lady of Pain) in times of turmoil is a serious blow to the optimistic goddess, Lady Joy's "Scarlet Lady" The Assassination Order was established from that time, and their initial targets were limited to the followers and followers of Lady Levita of Pain, as well as the priests and thieves of Marsk, the god of thieves, her long-standing enemies, but later on, as the evil gods formed an alliance, the "Scarlet Girl" became more and more widespread.