Parker was calm, and he tried to overcome his fears. Because the scene he saw in front of him was something he had never seen in his life. The evil spellcaster doesn't look any different from his mysterious companions, but at this time, Parker believes that no spellcaster can do such a thing.

Fawkes pulled out a rusty knife and gently slit a gap in his neck, so that not a drop of blood came out. Parker had imagined such a scene in his mind countless times, but what happened next made him wonder if he was dreaming.

The orc's hand tore open the opening, and along the opening, a greasy, rolling mass of reptiles emerged, a mass that looked like an octopus and smelled a little fragrant.

Parker felt a little dry in his throat, like a spider scratching at it, and it tickled a little.

The crack didn't open wide, and countless soft things squeezed out of it, and finally the evil spellcaster shriveled down, clinging to the ground like a plush fox fur coat worn in winter.

Parker took two steps back, trying to grab something for support, but there was nothing around but endless darkness. The evil spellcaster opened the portal and brought Parker here, and he had to pin his hopes on the ancient well that had just been smeared with a little blood by himself.

There was silence all that was left for his heartbeat, and Parker looked at the reflection under the water, Leah's face was still as full and charming as it had been three years ago. At this time, even if they talk and make a little noise, it's good. But they didn't.

Leah and the young figure pressed close together, their eyes fixed on the stack of papyrus in front of them.

"Sluts, they're all sluts!" Parker cursed.

Hiss, the long, slender, slippery tentacle stretched out, it swayed in the void, as if opening up something, Parker wasn't sure, but then saw something more on the tentacle. It was a painting-like thing, very light, very thin, unfolding in front of Parker.

It was a beautiful woman, very pretty, much more beautiful than Leah.

The tentacles seemed excited and happy, and they rushed towards the painting. The thin paintings swayed, and Parker saw clearly, they were a skin, a woman's skin. The pink arms gradually bulged, and there were two long, straight legs.

"What a disgusting smell!" a forked scarlet tongue sticks out, "Good day, Mr. Parker!" A white hand covers a long crack beneath his arm, and underneath the crack is a squirming, slippery tentacle.

Parker's face turned pale, his tongue began to knot, and he promised in fear, "Good day, Mr. Fawkes!"

"Timid Parker, your eyesight is a little poor, haven't you seen such a plump career line and such a slender waist, and now this pair of skin is a princess. ”

A slender needle, threaded with a long pink thread, sewn up in the crack. Soon the crack under the armpit was sewn up. "It's really troublesome to walk on two legs!" said that, it squirmed to the edge of the well, poked its head out, and looked inside.

"Sophia, nice to meet you, Parker!" she held out her hand generously.

Merlin laid out a bohemian dress in various colors on the round table, "This is the dress you prepared for Wendy?"

Leah nodded, then lowered her head shyly, "When Wendy came to me, she only said that she wanted a beautiful, special dress, so I prepared this bohemian dress for her, is it beautiful?"

"Very beautiful, everybody loved it. Merlin said.

"Can you hear me?" said Leah, then covered her mouth again. "Then you didn't hear all the words I just said!"

Merlin nodded, then solemnly took Leah's hands. "Leah, thank you. But I have a very important thing for you to do, and only you can do it well. Merlin's eyes didn't look anywhere else when he said this, just kept looking at Leah's blue eyes like this.

"This dress, the bohemian dress is beautiful, and the women of Ashoven like it!" Merlin continued, "I think that if they all like it, everyone should have one of these, and if you do it, everyone will be relieved." ”

Leah nodded, a feeling of love growing in her heart.

The conversation between the two of them, without a penny, was heard by Parker and Sophia on the edge of the ancient well.

"Is Merlin a human?" Sophia muttered to herself, "I smell conspiracy, it's a poisonous snake tempting you, Leah, Parker." I think you're going to lose your wife forever!"

"I've lost her!" Parker said sadly, "she doesn't belong to me anymore!"

"Don't forget our bet, Parker, and you're going to make sure your wife is in love!" Sophia said.

"How do you confirm?"

"Enter the Ashoven, of course, and confirm for yourself!" Sophia chuckled, if it weren't for the fact that he had just seen this woman for what she really was, Parker would have almost thought she was a real princess.

"Isn't it a happy thing that Leah's husband who has been away for three years has come back alive?" Sophia's face became vivid, "Think about it, how touching it is for husband and wife to reunite after a long absence." ”

Parker felt less and less air in his lungs, and he couldn't breathe all of a sudden. A thrill of revenge made him tremble, he had always been reluctant to meet his wife for many reasons, but if they did, what would happen to Leah, sad or happy? Parker hesitated.

"I throw in the towel!" Parker said quickly.

"Parker, coward Parker. You're such a nasty man!" Sophia was still graceful when she was angry, but the next moment she terrified Parker, "I know you hate that lame leg, and I hate it." ”

Sophia's pink hand lifted slightly, and a faint blue flame fell on Parker's lameness.

Yes...... Parker's screams echoed through the small, dark space.