"Mr. Moses, look, these elves I captured are not bad, right?" In the dungeon, Florence was accompanying Moses to visit the "trophies" he had just captured.

More than a dozen female elves sat or lay in their cells, each young and beautiful. Among them, Sylvia is the most immature and the most lovely.

Florence spotted Sylvia in the midst of the elves, and pointed to her:

"Mr. Moses, look at that, the smallest is our joint property, hahaha!"

"Sure enough, it's an elven girl who is still underage, and compared to those who have already reached adulthood, it's really very different. We didn't lose anything we did!"

Seeing Sylvia in her cell in the dungeon, Moses smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into two slits.

"I've already contacted a group of dignitaries, all of whom are very large nobles, and at the lowest is an earl. Ha, there are a few more Grand Dukes among them!Wait, we can make a lot of money from them!Oh, I can't wait!Hahahahaha!" Florence, already a little drunk, laughed maniacally.

"Yes, I seem to see gold coins waving to me!Ah, what a mountain of gold!" Moses stood there with a flush on his face, dancing with his hands.

"Mr. Moses, let's do a dance, let's celebrate!" Florence suggested.

"Okay. Moses gladly accepted.

So, two drunken men hugged each other and began their wobbly, disrhythmic dance steps. Even though there was no music and vertigo had come over their heads, the waltz of the two guys was still dancing at a glance.

"Bumper rub, bumper rub, hahahaha! Tonight's dancing king is me!"

"Let's take a side-slide step, then a panning step, and wow!"

......

Florence and Moses, two drunkards, are immersed in a beautiful spin.

That "Mrs. Monica" was a drunken wine, and it was so old that after two people drank such a bottle, a large amount of alcohol entered the human body and successfully drunk them.

The elves stood in the cell, looking coldly at the ugliness of the two men, pouting disdainfully.

"I thought it was a shrewd Terran who captured us, but I didn't expect it to be such two unruly guys. An elf said.

"Count Garo Florence, Viscount Mohammed Moses, these two men are well-known slave traders, and they have captured many of our sisters over the years. Don't think they're so incompetent, it's just an illusion. These two people are usually guys who eat people and don't spit out bones, and there are many peers who have been killed by them. Posilona looked at the two of them and reminded.

"Whatever, the two of them are definitely not dark opponents anyway. When the darkness comes, beat them all to death in minutes!" said Sylvia, waving her little fist viciously.

"I've heard the name 'Dark' from you almost a hundred times in the afternoon, and you adore him so much, what kind of person is he?" asked Posirona, puzzled.

For a whole afternoon, Sylvia took a mouthful of "what is dark", and a mouthful of "how dark is it", and her words were full of undisguised admiration and affection, which made Bossirona have a strong interest in the "dark" in Sylvia's mouth.

Sylvia was stumped by this question, she couldn't say that Dark's true identity was a shadow demon, could she?befriend the demon...... Sylvia couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't be killed.

"Uh...... He...... He's ......" Sylvia was speechless.

"He's a good guy. An unfamiliar voice emerged from the hallway of the dungeon. The sound bounced off the semi-enclosed space of the corridor, and it became a little dull out of thin air.

Bang bang......

This is the sound of riding boots on the stone pavement.

As the sound came from far and near, a strong smell of blood wafted out of the corridor.

"I am a good man who came to you. Really, everyone is better than me. A boot stepped out of the shadows, and then the dark body came out.

On his hands, red and white were mixed together, and some were still dripping down.

Countless tiny dark spots on his cloak attested to what was on it—the disgusting smell of blood emanating from it.

It was as if he had been fished out of a pool of blood.

"Looks like I'm not too late. After looking around, he saw Sylvia standing in the cell very completely, and there was no trace of damage to her clothes, so she nodded slightly.

"You're never late. Sylvia stood beside the iron railing, looked at him, smiled sweetly at him, and said.

Touching his nose, he looked at the two men who were hugging each other inside, and asked, "I wonder which one is Mr. Florentine?"

"I, I am Florence. You, who are you?" Florence had not yet reacted.

"I'm a messenger, and your wife and your two children want you to be with them. He smiled and walked to the side of the cell.

"I knew you were coming. Sylvia reached out through the crack in the iron bar, trying to touch her dark cheek.

"I've got blood all over my face, so don't touch it, or you'll get your hands dirty. Gloom said.

"It's fine. Sylvia shook her head, reaching out to wipe the blood from her dark face, revealing her purple eyes with magical eyes, "That's a lot better." ”

Adele stood beside the corridor, almost unable to believe that this was the cruel and ruthless Gmy from before. Now he is so gentle and affectionate, compared to the cold-blooded madness before, almost two people.

"I remember you never touched blood before. ”

"That was before. Sylvia laughed.

Because of the darkness, Sylvia has changed a lot. At least, when he's not so angry, he doesn't kill indiscriminately, and he doesn't like to take people's internal organs out of his body.

"How do you want them to die?" Dim gestured to Florence and Moses in the middle of the dungeon.

"Florence is a golden swordsman. Posilona interjected from the side.

Ignoring her, he just waited quietly for Sylvia's words.

"Use your strongest strength against him. Sylvia said.

"We're here to help. The show starts right away. Sylvia blinked, twisted away, snapped her fingers.

Syllable!

The light in the dungeon dimmed suddenly, and it was as bright as day, but now it was as if only one candle had been burned, and the candle was still an inferior mutton fat candle, as if it could be extinguished at any moment.

Countless shadows appeared around Florence and Moses, standing and sitting, straight and twisted. They fluctuate disorderly, like spirits.

The twin blades of "Autumn Leaves" slashed without warning, followed by a whimpering song......

At the beginning, there were still traces of his trajectory, but he was getting faster and faster, faster and faster, faster and faster, and in the end, others couldn't even see his afterimage clearly!

All you can see is the shadows that keep disappearing......

This string of terrifying moves is the innate ability of the Shadow Demon, and as the speed of the knife increases, the sound of the wind being cut will become more and more poignant, and finally it will be like crying!

This terrifying ability has a nice name-

Elegy for the Soul!