The heavy velvet curtains were gently pulled up, and the twilight shone through the tulle into the dark room. The glow, soft as an old woman's dying smile, only makes people feel serene and desolate.

With a beautiful body with black skin like obsidian, he leaned quietly by the window, cautiously and curiously looking at the sunset that fell into the mountains to the west.

"The Mistress says that if we live long enough on the surface, we will be able to adapt to the sun like you daily people. The owner of the voice stretched hard, showing his seductive posture vividly.

Barrett lay on the bed, her right hand resting behind her head, wondering how it had all happened.

Was it because of the ripe strawberry that was stuffed into his mouth, or was it the soft finger that touched his lips, or was it the barrel of wine that had been pried open and he drank so much?

"Are you tired?" the owner of the voice stood by the window and turned to look at Barrett. The soft light gave her a dim and beautiful halo.

"No, no, I'm fine. Yes, yes, very well!" the brute struggled to make his voice more energetic, "In fact, I do see some drow elves who can walk freely during the day, and they can easily do so with just a cloak. He said to the woman named 'Alenie' in front of the window, "Maybe it won't be long before you can do the same." ”

"Cloak, ah......" the female drow folded her hands over her chest, holding up the pair of towering pairs that were hard to grasp, "but I don't like to wear cloaks, because then people won't see my beautiful face." ”

That's not a big deal," that would be a shame. Barrett said.

Alenie walked to the side of the bed in a few steps and jumped up lightly. She leaned against the head of the bed, brought her flat belly to Barritt, and gently curled her fingers through the brute's hair.

"I'm happy with you, human. She said with a smile.

Satisfied with me? Barrett felt an indescribable weirdness. He turned his head sideways, looked up at the other man's graceful waist, then leaned back slightly, and then continued upward, meeting the bright red eyes.

“...... Thank you. He didn't know what to say.

"No, I don't. Alenie ran her fingers over his freshly grown stubble, "You deserve it." ”

"Deserved?"

"Of course!" she nodded vigorously and said in an affirmative tone, "You worked so hard before, you deserve my compliment,"

Well, if that's the case, it's really what I deserve. Barrett didn't want to deny how hard he fought in the heat of the battle, and he didn't want to deny the magic of his opponent's soft waist.

Barrett got up, twisted her slightly aching waist, and looked down the window at the sky. Whew, maybe it's time to leave.

He moved his legs to the ground, stepped on a slender snake's whip, kicked it away slightly, and began to rummage through his clothes on the ground.

"Are you leaving? Human. The female Drow asked softly, but Barrett didn't hear much nostalgia in that tone.

"Uh, yes, I have other tasks to do. He responded.

"Is it like this?" asked the female drow again.

"No, it's something else. "He won't be able to carry out a task like this for a while. Barrett endured the pain in her lower back, bent down to pick up her cotton shirt from the ground, and pulled out a triangular black women's underwear from it.

He subconsciously held the underwear in his hand and looked at it for two seconds, and then there was a pleasant voice from Ellen behind him, "If you like it, I'll give it to you." She laughs.

Although it says "give", the tone sounds like "reward" or "gift". But Barrett didn't mind. The other party is Zhuoer, and this tone is normal.

It can only be said that if they want to live a normal life in the human world, what they need to adapt to may not be just dazzling sunshine.

"Thanks, but I don't have that hobby. The brute shrugged his shoulders, put his underwear beside the bed, and continued to put on his clothes and equipment one by one.

"By the way, what's your name, human?" said the female Drow was a little embarrassed, "Oh, sorry, I forgot about it when I was happy." ”

"Barrett, Barrett Montgo. The barbarian said complacently that he thought it was his own hard work that made the other party's brain blank and forgetful.

"Well, I'll remember you, Barrett. Alleni leaned back on the bed and whispered.

"What an honor!" the brute walked to the door, re-eyed the bright red eyes, and scanned down the other's neck to the slightly outstretched toes.

The other party generously stretched his waist and swayed his carcass lightly, allowing him to see enough.

I should have earned it, but why didn't I have this feeling of "earning"? The brute shook his head in his heart and walked out of the dark, beautiful room.

......

Descending the stairs and pushing the door open, Barrett re-emerged onto the village's spacious streets.

Because the sun had not yet set completely, the entire village was still deserted and there was not a single figure in sight. But the barbarian knew in his heart that at least in a certain room of a certain building in this village, there was a certain soft body that was hot enough.

He silently reflected in his mind for a few more seconds, and then whistled vigorously......

Mage Edmund gave Carrot a special circle in his ears. This kind of circle belongs to the modified and variant form of the zero ring spell 'Sound Transmission', which can make the 'Carrot' easily hear the barbarian's whistle when he is in the shadow plane, and can also make it judge the location of the barbarian through the whistle.

The shadow plane and the main matter plane are connected and coexist, and travelers who are good at plane travel can use the shadow plane to achieve rapid long-distance movement of the main matter plane.

Although this long-distance movement method with the help of dimensional characteristics is much more dangerous than that of a teleportation circle, and its speed is far worse than that of a teleportation circle in the blink of an eye, it is still an effective and relatively free way to travel long distances.

It's just that when the nightmare beast 'Carrot' hears the whistle, when it chooses to respond, it depends on its mood.

Ten heartbeats later, Barrett whistled again. Immediately after, a familiar voice sounded above him, "Are you calling me?" Allenie looked at him half-leaning against the window, smiling.

"Oh, I'm calling my mount. Barrett looked up. It's not the one in front of you, it's another black one. is not as charming as the one in front of him, and his personality is also very bad.

But they have one thing in common – they're all hard to navigate.

"Is that the Nightmare Beast?" asked Areni.

Barry nodded, "It's fast." "Pretty fast," just not very obedient. "Quite disobedient.

"You caught it?"

"Well, to be exact, I should have bought it. "It cost 20 gold coins, and a favor. Mage Edmund didn't ask Barrett for any of the costs of the Carrot's bloodline awakening, and the brute knew that it was the young mage's credit.

"You should conquer it as well as you conquered me. Alenie said with a smile.

No, we were tied, and besides, my mount was a match. No, the point is not here, the point is that it is a horse. No, that's not the right thing to think that way either. Wait, what the am I doing?

Barrett shook her head, throwing the jumbled thoughts out of her mind.

At this moment, a cloud of black smoke suddenly exploded from the street not far away, and a tall nightmare beast stepped out of the smoke. It was Carrot, which looked at Barrett with its back to the setting sun, hissed and slammed into him.

Barrett looked blankly at his approaching mount, but without the slightest hint of slowing down. Just as the other party was about to collide with him, the brute turned slightly sideways, and jumped directly onto the nightmare beast's back the moment it passed him.

The brute grabbed the carrot's flaming mane tightly and kicked it hard in the ribs with both feet, and the other man rose to his feet and the burning horse's hair became even hotter.

Barrett knew that the mane on Carrot's neck would scorch his hands like a real flame if he wanted to. But the temperature of the horsehair quietly dropped after boiling and scorching for a few times.

'Carrot' twisted his head and circled twice in resignation, then galloped off into the distance with Barritt, leaving behind a long trail of hoof prints with fire shavings.

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