I'm sorry, I'm sorry.,I wanted to post a chapter in the morning.,It turned out that it wasn't very good to be disconnected.,So send it together...... Finish......

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Lady Rose immediately lifted her weapon, but how fragile the ordinary steel weapon and human body were in the face of a demonized monster. www.biquge.info With a flick of its claws, the monster flapped the dagger out of Lady Rose's fingers, and the dagger spun in the air and nailed to the sign of the Rose Inn, with a slight buzzing sound at the end—the stench emanating from the monster was so strong that Lady Rose could barely breathe, but she jumped nimbly onto the nearby pillar, where a torch was lit, The torches were not set up by the lord of the city to shine on those who had to walk in the dark—but by the guards to illuminate the corpse hanged on the blacksmith's sign, both as a warning and a threat—and that would be hung until it was so rotten that the rope could not be hung up, and before that, no one would have put it down without letting them go to prison.

Of course, if you're willing to give the guards a sum of money, you'll find that the corpse decomposes so quickly that it's gone overnight.

Now it seemed that the blacksmith had not been able to come up with enough money, and the corpse was still hanging there, tongue sticking out, eyes bulging, and in the flickering light of the torches, he looked like he was gazing at Lady Rose with disgust, whose death was due to his greed and ingratitude, but this already fallen soul would not have thought so, but Lady Rose, who had grown from an infant to this age in the city, was not a person to be terrified by such a terrible sight, and she jumped to her feet, and her fingers grasped the rope that was wrapped around the thin neck, and the ****'s feet stepped on the deceased's cold and bent arms - the soldier did not tie his hands, he struggled violently before dying, he had four fingers stuck in the rope, but it did nothing to save his life.

The next moment, Lady Rose spun her body violently, and no less than ten black bristles pierced the body of the fake thief, when it belonged to an ordinary fly, this bristle could almost be said to be invisible with human eyes, but when they belonged to a demon, each of them was like a small blow arrow, if it was not this stiff shield but the plump and warm body of Lady Rose that was shot, then she would have fainted and paralyzed from the venom contained in the bristles.

Lady Rose took off her torch and waved it at the monster.

The monster unconsciously moved its furry legs slightly, and the human female gasped as she straightened her arms in an attempt to radiate the light and heat of the torches into a larger area.

The monster shifted its eyes, the compound eyes of a myriad of small eyes, each of which was wet, and its claws clung at the ground, as if it were reluctant to retreat from the intimidation of fire, but the moment Lady Rose lowered her shoulders slightly, it swooped up, and from its mouth, or more accurately, from its mouthparts, spewed out a thick white pus, which spewed twenty feet away, and covered an area as large as two oak barrels— The torch was extinguished at once, and at the same time the Rose Lady, who had been splashed with pus, felt only a sharp burning pain in her eyes, and then something sharp grazed her cheek, cutting her raised arm, and she tried, but fell off.

She thought she was going to fall on the stone path, and she had expected the sharp pain that was bound to come, but worse than that, she was grabbed by a pair of claws, her hairy limbs brushing her face and body, something scratched her skin sticky, if you want to describe it, like a piece of rancid grease, but it seemed to be able to neutralize the previous slime, she gasped for a few moments, and then opened her eyes, she saw a face that was difficult to describe in human words, but the hanging skin and yellow-white hair floating in the air still reminded her of a person。

She didn't know how the captain of the guard had come to be like this, but when the monster secured her hands and feet with four claws, and the other pair began to tear the last remaining linen robe from her, Lady Rose could not help but cry out loudly, but as she could think of and get used to, all the windows and doors were tightly shut, and the candles had been extinguished where the lights had been on, and no one would be willing to help her- If this was just an outsider, one might try to see if it would be able to get the privilege of entering the Rose Lady's room, but this is a monster, and from what it has done before, it knows that this big worm crawling out of the bottomless abyss is definitely not something that a few guards or mercenaries can deal with—life is the premise of all pleasure and profit, and without it everything is nothing.

If her brother was here tonight...... And not tomorrow. Lady Rose knew it was useless to think about it at these times, but when she heard the sound of her own bones breaking, she desperately pinned the last shred of life on ethereal fantasies— Forced by a human, she might have lived, but a monster, every inch of its skin covered with tiny barbs and spikes, oozing festering pus, and in the bright moonlight, she could see the dark limbs that were stretching and twisting, what looked like several tangled tongues, and arms with eyeballs in the palms of their hands.

Her body was opened, she closed her eyes, and now she even wished to be killed immediately, but she knew that it might have been a luxury—she was lifted up, her shoulders pressed against the slate, the coldness and hardness of the slab tormenting her flesh.

The monster was ready, its wings flapping and bending its body in anticipation, and now, with its tail forward, its desires satisfied, its mouthparts open and its saliva - every bristle on its body trembled, the smell of fear and despair was so sweet, and the human body and soul were so crisp and delicious, yes, and screaming, and finally the most beautiful scream, full of hatred and pain, which was the music that demons and devils were most passionate about. It had to hear, it could hear, it heard, but its thinking also stopped at the same time in this moment.

Lady Rose screamed, but not because she was tortured by the monster, but because the monster's head suddenly burst, unspeakably thick liquid and shards, The bristles spilled all over her, and the liquid burned her body like thin sulfuric acid, but the huge body toppled down, and the claws that held her loosened, and she dragged her broken arm out from under the filthy and disgusting garbage, and when she looked up, she saw a person standing in the window of the rightmost room on the second floor, the darkness made his hair and body like a part of the shadow, but his face shone softly like moonlight.

"Help me!" shouted Lady Rose, "help me!"

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Lady Rose was naturally grateful to her benefactor, and not only did she promise a lot of rewards, but she affirmed that he would be rewarded with a powerful red robe if her brother returned.

"What did you kill that monster with?"

"A gnome's burst bolt. The otherworldly spirit replied, showing the lady his crossbow, though he was casting a spell rather than a gnome creation, since Ostard didn't even reveal his red robes...... The effect of a spell is to make the enemy's head burst with a powerful physical force, and the same is true of the burst crossbow arrow, even if the caster comes to check it out, it may not be able to come up with other answers - the main reason is that the monster's head is too deformed, and when it bursts, it looks more like a bunch of postmodern installation art that can be named the will of the universe.

Lady Rose smiled reluctantly, clutching a glass of ale, which she had drunk many before, but the smell and touch that drove her mad still couldn't get rid of it.

Because she's almost lost the strength to climb. Not to mention that the wall was already crumbling, the front door of the tavern was open, and the monster's corpse could still be seen through the open gap, it had shrunk in a short time, revealing a bad prototype, the lich had seen the loser who couldn't break free from this change potion before, generally speaking, either the potion had a problem in the manufacturing process or the user's willpower was too weak, but now it seems that both situations are in place, at least the change potion he configured before will not create such a seemingly strong but weak body。

"Daddy!"

Just as Lady Rose was about to say something, a loud shout came from the street.

Sensing the foreboding of his precious potion of change suddenly vanished, the sharp-nosed warlock hastily and almost unnecessarily cast a spell to find his father. The direction indicated by the spell did not surprise him, and he could be said to have rushed over as fast as he could—he had only thought of the potion at first, and was furious at his father's deception and short-sightedness, which, like anything else, could only be used in times of great danger to him, and not by his father, or anyone other than him, who had recklessly used it for the sake of a human woman!

He will never be able to serve a succubus again, nor will he have the courage and materials to summon a succubus, and he will never be able to make such a useful potion again!

During the short journey, his brain was spinning, and he had expected his dad to just show off or intimidate with the potion, but he could smell the peculiar stench, and see the massive, apparently non-human body, and he thought maybe he could fix the form, and then take it in, like a pet, and make it his tool and pet, like the Mentor of the Warlock's Tower—but he ran to the body only to find that it was dead, completely and completely.

And the alienation on the corpse was disappearing, and he was at least a warlock, knowing that this situation meant that it would soon shrink and revert.

He leaned down // and hurriedly gathered away some blood, slurry and hair, but before he could use up the third small glass bottle, lying in front of him was no longer a valuable monster, but just a headless, old, and useless human.

Its head was gone, its neck was dripping with blood, its body was uncovered, and its skin was covered in scratches and bruises. But it still had a scar on its thigh that Pointed Nose recognized, his father had been a mercenary, he had escaped in a battle, and then he had no guilt in taking the belongings of his fallen companions, and had become a merchant, a scar that had been left in that battle, but not an enemy, but a former companion - he had been able to give this despicable man a dagger with his last breath when his father had gone to pull at his pouch.

Of course, the father of the pointed nose did not consider himself a wicked man, and it would not be a pity that the possessions were not taken away by him, and they would have been left to sink in the dirt in the wilderness, but he often let the pointed nose look at his legs, so that he would remember to be cautious at all times. Sharp Nose recalled the incident and couldn't help but feel a trace of sadness, which made him shed a tear.

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Lady Rose was pulled hard, and the long tongue of burning flame brushed behind her, burning her hair black and stinking—she fell to the ground, rolling, she had changed into a clean garment, but in her eagerness to wash away the mucus from her body, she had used wine, so that her wet hair was full of wine—the only thing to be thankful for was that the ale and cider were inferior, and the smell was so faint that if it had been winter wine or rum, she might have burned by now.

She saw the man behind the fire, he was wearing a red robe that would bend everyone's knees, and the heat of the flames hit him, causing the corners and placket of his robe to fly wildly against the dark background.

The face was still ridiculously ugly, but Lady Rose couldn't laugh at all, and she saw him raise his hands—what could a warlock do with his hands up? She hid behind a desk, but it was immediately pulled apart by an invisible hand, and shattered against the wall—and she was shown in front of the pointed nose, and his expression was so hideous, "I won't let you die so happily." He said gloomily, "I promise." ”

"But why!?" cried Lady Rose, "I don't understand what you're talking about! there's no hatred between me and you!", she even wanted to say that if he hadn't had a father who was too ugly, too old, and too mean, she might have been his new mother by now, but she could only hope for the caster in front of her to convince her...... Convince him that she didn't know the monster was his father.

"You killed my father. The pointed nose said, "The one outside the door." "Ruined the last bit of use for that potion.

"I don't know," Lady Rose squirmed, "that it bears no resemblance to your father. ”

"So what's the matter. The sharp nose said angrily: "Even if there is no such thing, if I want to kill you, do I have to look for more than three pieces of evidence, twelve witnesses and listen to the nonsense of the defender?"

"Then think of my brother!" exclaimed Lady Rose, who was not a spellcaster, but could still feel the pressure coming from her thin hands: "a red robe," she said with a slight smugness, "the same red robe as you," perhaps stronger than you: "I know you've always wanted to be summoned by the Warlock's Tower," she said, "maybe my brother will be willing to do you this favor - he told me that his mentor, and yours, likes him very much, and often gives him important things to do." ”

She exhaled—the sharp-nosed warlock's eyes wandered, but he did gently lower his raised hands and put them in his sleeve instead, and he seemed to think seriously for a moment, "Sounds good." ”

"A pretty good deal. "I swear to Gredy that this was indeed a misunderstanding, an accident, and I regret it - but I have absolutely no intention of being disrespectful or unfavorable to you, and I swear that when my brother returns, to-day, I think he will make amends to you......"

"You're right," said Pointed Nose, who seemed to have been persuaded by Lady Rose, but the otherworldly spirits standing in the corner watching them unexpectedly searched for the malice and mockery in those little eyes, "The problem is," Pointed Nose continued, "I don't think a dead man can give me any compensation!" He almost screamed at the last word as his hand jerked out of the dimensional pouch, and a black object was thrown from between his gaping fingers and slammed into the bridge of Lady Rose's nose, and she let out a cry of pain accompanied by the laugh of the sharp-nosed warlock.

"Look!" he cried, "look, this is your brother, dear brother, yes, he is back, but only so little!"

He raised his feathers like an enraged rooster, "You should thank me, Lady Rose! He could hardly believe it when he got the good news, and he got this after paying more price, although he knew that the part might have been pulled out of the little demon's mouth by the warlock's apprentice, but it was very fortunate that most of it was still well preserved, and it allowed him to confirm that his worst enemy would never be able to win from him.

This thing can be said to be most of the head, the brain is a very important experimental material, it was dug up early in the morning, and the remaining traces can be seen that the remaining part has been preserved by the spell, probably because of the very handsome face, which can be said to be very handsome, it was kept as an ornament for a few days before it was thrown to the little monster in charge of cleaning up the garbage. Pointed Nose didn't know if the message Lady Rose had received because she had been deceived or because her brother was still alive at the time and foolishly thought she had been taken seriously, most of the latter, in the Warlock Tower, the distance between life and death was often less than a scroll of paper, and even their mentor could be devoured when summoning the devil, or killed by the ghost sent by the enemy, not to mention his disciples, not to mention that in the Warlock Tower, the other name of the disciple and apprentice is sacrifice or experiment.

He was also uneasy because this teenager had been favored by his mentor for more than ten years, and now it seems that "value" is indeed there, but it is difficult to say what kind of value it is.

Lady Rose was slightly stunned, as if she had not understood the words of the pointed nose, but the next moment she crawled on all fours, and held the head that she had whipped aside in disgust, and the flames ignited the door, the table and the chairs, and their light was bright enough for Lady Rose to see the face that was not very familiar to her, but who else could have such a face? And the attitude of the pointed nose has also shown this, Lady Rose is the same as him is a small town, they know each other well, Lady Rose knows very well that Pointed Nose is the same as his father, a bully and afraid of the hard, despicable and shameless villain, they will only blindly flatter the strong when facing the strong, unless they are threatened by their lives, they will not dare to oppose the latter in any case- Not to mention the deep affection between them, no one knew that after Sharp Nose returned from the Warlock Tower, his status and his father's status had dropped, and countless people had seen him scolding their father like an old dog.

Her brother had also said that Pointed Nose might only have a higher position in the Warlock Tower than the little goblins who handled the garbage, and some apprentices even secretly described him as a human clay-shaped monster, not as powerful as a clay-shaped monster, of course, but that he could not mind any humiliation, ridicule, or being left in a corner where no one cared for it, or doing menial work that other disciples would not want to do. But her brother also said that Pointed Nose also had his wisdom, and she was wary that he had finally walked out of the Warlock Tower, and how many apprentices and disciples had mocked this fellow they considered useless and ridiculous, they had never had the opportunity to touch the red robe they had always dreamed of.

But Ms. Rose did not expect that her brother was also one of them, that he was so intelligent, so gifted, and so humble and docile to his mentor and other disciples...... She couldn't believe that maybe it was just a nightmare, but she knew she had to come to her senses.

"Are you done remembering?" said Pointed Nose unsatisfied, twisting his fingers, "Let's finish the rest of the work...... My anger needs to be quelled by your wailing—dear Lady Rose, I will take care of your soul, and perhaps you will be willing to share a jewel with my father? ”

He raised his hand as he spoke, but before he could cast the spell, Lady Rose stopped him by yelling, and gave him a look of confusion, "What are you talking about?" he asked.

"I didn't kill your father!" Lady Rose screamed, "It's not me, it's not me who killed your father!"

Pointed nose tilted his head: "Who's that?" he sniffled: "Don't tell me he accidentally fell while walking on the road and lost his head." ”

"It's this person. Lady Rose said, gesturing to the man who had been standing in the corner—a man with a pointed nose that had noticed it a long time ago, but he had never cared for a mortal, and if he wanted to interfere with himself, he would certainly not skimp on a fireball, or add a little dessert to the vengeful feast after he had obtained Lady Rose's soul.

"Is he a spellcaster?" asked Pointed Nose, but he didn't think it looked like it, the man looked very ordinary, except that he was exceptionally calm, but it was also possible that he was already scared silly. "A mortal cannot kill my father. After drinking the potion of change, he knew very well what would become of the user, and the pointed nose initially thought that Lady Rose might have some kind of magic paraphernalia, and since she always said that her brother loved her and that her brother was favored by the Mentor, then she might really have something to kill a demon.

"No," said Lady Rose dryly, "but he has a crossbow and a burst bolt." ”

"A gnome's burst crossbow arrow," said Pointed Nose, "that's possible." He made a gesture that if the mortal raised his hands or made some other movement, he would be instantly torn apart by the spell of the pointed nose.

But the man just looked at Ms. Rose, the firelight reflected in his dark eyes, Ms. Rose first lowered her eyes, then raised her eyes again, she was sorry, but she no longer had a brother, she couldn't live without herself, she didn't know if Pointed Nose would be willing to forgive herself after killing this person, but if she didn't say anything, then she would be tortured to death without question, and her soul would still not be at peace after death.

"I think he wanted to save a poor girl," said Sharpnose harshly, "like the heroes that the bards praise in their poems." ”

"I don't need to be saved," Ms. Rose said, "I want to serve you." ”

At this moment, even the pointed nose showed a look of surprise: "But you rejected my father's marriage proposal." ”

"That's different," said Lady Rose, the flames scorching the air, making her every breath feel like she was slashing her own chest with a knife, but her brother's head was still in her hand, "If it were you, of course you could, you are a great warlock, if not as a wife, but as a slave, I will." ”

The pointed nose pursed her lips, yes, of course, Lady Rose was not as good as the succubus who had been summoned by her mentor, but she was indeed the most beautiful and the most abundant in this small town, she was like a ripe grape full of honey, no wonder his father still missed her even after becoming a demon. She sat on the floor, embarrassed, but every inch of her bare skin was tight, smooth, with a fine bead of sweat, tempting people to go up and lick it—if it were a wife, of course it wouldn't be, and Sharp Nose always thought that she would get a lord's daughter as a wife, but if only as a maid, or as a slave, it would be quite suitable, so fitting that his pants didn't fit well—even if he wasn't wearing them under his robe.

"Then give me a proof. Sharp Nose took two steps back: "Go and kill this guy." ”

He thought that Ms. Rose would hesitate, but she didn't, she stood up, casually threw her brother's head into the fire, and then walked towards the man, she was very nervous, her muscles were tense, and she walked around like a leopard that had been cornered, very beautiful and very dangerous, and the pointed nose reminded herself that she was going to pull out a few bones of this girl while watching this funny skit with excitement and excitement, he liked this, deceit, betrayal, killing...... But what upset him was that the other character in the skit didn't show a look of anger or disappointment, and he could even be said to be a little absent-minded, "Do you want me to take his crossbow?" asked Pointed Nose.

"No, I don't. Lady Rose said that she had taken the man's crossbow when the pointed nose had suddenly arrived, and she did not know at the time that she had lost her only support, she just thought that she needed a weapon, but she did not expect it to be her advantage. The outsider, who was probably about the size of her brother in appearance, looked very thin, with fingers thinner than an underage girl, wrists so thin that they seemed to have no strength, and he was not wearing a black or red robe, and Lady Rose knew that he and his companions were waiting for a caravan, and if it was a spellcaster, they should have teleported themselves away instead of riding on horses and other livestock, and with the help of the caravan's protection.

And she is a warrior, although she is a woman, but also a strong warrior, her bulging arms can pull him up and throw him against the wall, her hands can clench into fists and beat his head, she can also twist his neck with her legs until he suffocates.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, as if speaking to herself, "you shouldn't be so kind, especially here." ”

Sharpnose watched as Lady Rose put her hands on the man's neck, and he couldn't help but open his mouth, his eyes widened, his hands clenched, and his fingers were a little numb with excitement, so that he couldn't hear what the man behind him was saying for the first time.

A sticky orb froze his pointed nose in place, and then a glittering light flashed, and he was very fortunate to have ended up with a fate that was so close to his own father that his head rolled off his shoulder, similar rather than identical, his skull did not burst so that he could not find a shard larger than a fingernail, but fell into the fire and was burned.

"It's time for us to go. Ostar said, hiding his hands in his cloak, and looked around with great care, as calm as if he could see a burning inn every dawn.

And the person he was talking to, the dark-haired young man, Cremar walked out of the corner, bypassing Lady Rose, who was unable to move or speak.

"Is there anything else you need to do?" Ostar said, "and we should have some time." ”

"Nope. Cremar said.

They walked out, without the influence of the fire, and the otherworldly spirits noticed that the sky had changed from a monotonous cobalt blue to a leaden white mixed with coral and dark violet, but the streets and houses on both sides of the street were still as silent and lifeless as they were in the middle of the night.

The caravan they were going to go with was already waiting outside the low walls, the gates wide open.

It wasn't until they had walked a long way, and the smoke and dust that rose from the burning of the inn could barely be seen, that no one came to hunt them down or look for them, and the souls of the other world let out a long sigh in the sea of knowledge.

――You don't seem surprised. Said the lich.

- The room we stayed in was supposed to be Ms. Rose's, a room for women and warriors, said the spirit of the other world. She swapped rooms with us, perhaps she had sensed the danger before.

-- she probably thought she only needed to hold out one more night, said the lich, with obvious sarcasm - she should have been absolutely right, and lo and behold, there would always be a foolish outsider to ward her off the calamity.

- Hmm.

――What do you mean?

- Well, that means you should get used to it, and the soul of the other world kindly said, yes, I'm such a stupid outsider, but obviously, you're probably going to have to tie me up for a while...... It shrugged, maybe for a long time.

- Do you want to provoke me?

Who knows? The Otherworldly Soul said that Kerry was thousands of miles away from us anyway. (To be continued.) )