Elassiy came to the palace of the Count of Garcia in the royal city. Count Garcia had finished his bath and walked to the bedroom in his satin pajamas.

In this bath, he invited the most famous masseur in Erathia, and carefully massaged his whole body with a bottle of mixed essential oil of fifty gold coins. He now felt that every inch of his skin was soft and elastic, so sensitive that he could even feel his body hair pulsating one by one with the movement of his blood, moaning softly in the silk underwear like a girl's skin. Under the clothes, every muscle that had been hidden by the heavy fat regained its strength again, full of explosive force, and returned to the state of fighting on the battlefield thirty years ago.

Not only **, but he can also feel that his spirit seems to have completely returned to the past. Every nerve and every drop of blood in the body is ready to move, exuding a ** full of vitality. He hadn't felt this way in years, and as the kingdom's military minister, he had enjoyed so much. And if you enjoy too much, you will be paralyzed. But the prelude to this immense enjoyment was so powerful that the nerves that had been anesthetized were lifted up again.

After so many years of immersion and enjoyment in officialdom, his body has already been blessed. But now he felt like a young man in his right eighteen, full of energy and muscles, striding down the hallway. He suddenly remembered the feeling of the first time he killed when he was fifteen years old, and then pressed the snatched girl to the ground, and now the feeling of rushing in the blood was like that.

The Count pushed open the door and saw the plain fairy on the bed. The rush in his body immediately began to boil and was about to explode.

The long pale blonde hair was spread out on the snow-white nightdress, like the eyebrows outlined by the most delicate brushstrokes, and the nose carved by the most delicate jade of the most brilliant sculptor, red lips, and a pair of pointed ears. The most important thing is the pure beauty that emanates from the female elf without the slightest smell of fireworks. It was as natural as a beautiful fruit in the woods. I can't find a little bit of deliberate carving. It is beyond the reach of a woman growing up in the mortal world, no matter how beautiful or moving she is. The look of horror and helplessness on the elf's face made the Count feel his soul swaying and roaring.

The Earl of Celestial had this feeling when he first saw this female elf, and he immediately agreed to the request of the gift-giving viscount. Although he knew better than anyone else that the procurement of military supplies before the battle against Oufu this time was a big fat shortage, and there would be at least two or three thousand gold coins of oil and water, and the officials and nobles in the kingdom were eyeing the position of the king, if not one thousand, but eight hundred. There were many people among whom he was not easy to refuse, but he immediately gave the position to the gift-giving viscount without hesitation. He could not refuse such a gift. Although he is a devout believer, he also needs to have fun and relax, otherwise where will the spirit come from to contribute to the great gods?

For this wonderful time he spent a day. also deliberately separated his two sons and wife. He had made up his mind to devote all his energy and time to enjoying the gift.

The Count went to the bed, grabbed the end of the beautiful rope that bound the elf, and untied it with a slight shake. The look of horror on the elf's face was even worse, and with a scream she raised her hand and pushed it towards the Count.

The Count grabbed the elf's wrist and pushed her down effortlessly. The female elf had already been poured with a medicine that made the whole body weak, and the potency of this medicine was just right. Just enough to keep her in a formal struggle.

Feeling the delicate struggle on his wrist, and watching the beautiful face at such a close distance, filled with fear and despair because of himself, the Count heard a low roar coming from his throat. He felt that he was exhaling not air, but a fire burned by his own blood.

Even he felt that his sanity had been completely burned and crumpled into ashes under the flame of **, but when he heard the sound of the door opening behind him, he still jumped up violently.

The Count could tell from the voice that the door had not been pushed open but had been kicked open. Whoever dares to kick in the door under such circumstances will not be a servant who has come to pour tea and bring water. He immediately prepared a perfect set of rhetoric to deal with the countess.

But when he turned around, he even wondered if his eyes were hallucinating, and it wasn't the expected yellow-faced woman who kicked open the door. It's still a female elf.

This female elf is very tall, a little taller than ordinary men, and her face and posture are also delicate and elegant, but they are integrated with the heroic spirit and the slightest murderous aura. Under the light of the indoor lights, it is as bright and dazzling as an unsheathed knife. The leather armor, and the black bow in his hand, immediately made the Earl's nerves, which had just loosened a little, suddenly tense again.

"Kaylin. When the elf on the bed saw this fellow, she immediately cried out, and the joy in her voice made the count tremble.

A man dressed in black also came down the hallway, standing next to the female elf with his hands folded and in a casual position. The man was about the same height as a female elf, tall and covered with a mask that seemed to be carved out of wood, and looked at the Count with black hair and black eyes.

There was not the slightest murderous look in those eyes, and there was even a slight smile, but the Count felt goosebumps wrinkling on his oil-coated skin.

"Someone. The Count roared, his voice already contorted and hoarse, and sweat rolled down his fat face.

"To others. The man waved his hand, and immediately three figures flew in.

The Count could see clearly that it was the three guards who were responsible for protecting him. His program today had been arranged in the room a long time ago, and there was no one around the bedroom, only the three guards were still there. All three of them used to be captains of the Kingdom Knights, and they were definitely first-class and first-class players, and there was absolutely no problem with loyalty, which is why the Count would let them be his personal guards.

But their rapid appearance had nothing to do with their loyalty or skill, for they were thrown in, and they were thrown in and never touched when they fell to the ground. One of them had bulging eyes, and his face looked at the back and body of the ground that he should never have seen in the first place, and only half of his head remained. There is also a wound on the Adam's apple. But it wasn't too big, and it didn't bleed much, but it was a blue color like oil paint.

A huge werewolf, a woman in black, and a man with a hideous scarface also walked in. The Count's muscles and flesh trembled together, and he suddenly turned and threw himself at the elf on the bed. The elf struggled to her feet. But the limb softened by the drug couldn't even support herself.

A green light flashed in front of the Count, and then with a muffled thud, the wall of the bedroom collapsed.

"If you don't want to die, don't move. The elf put down the black longbow in her hand and looked coldly at the frozen Count. "Although the elders told me not to kill people as much as possible, I don't mind killing a filthy and despicable human like you. You should be glad it came early. You haven't done anything to my fellow people yet, otherwise I wouldn't have let you go. ”

The Count didn't move, and he really didn't want to die. There was a small piece of oily skin missing from the tip of his nose, which was left by the flash of green. Of course, he didn't think it was his luck, or that the female elf didn't have a crosshair. The good bluestone wall in the bedroom would not be able to be broken by even the strongest warrior with the Kaishan Giant Axe, if the target of that green light was his head. His brains had definitely splashed up to the ceiling.

The Earl still didn't move, and he didn't seem flustered, but spoke in a steady tone: "I know, I won't move, you are here to save her, then please take her away." ”

The female elf was stunned for a moment, and looked at this fat-brained and filthy and despicable human with some amazement, in her imagination this animal should be similar to a cockroach or a mouse, and should not have such a calm and calm bearing.

The Count turned slowly at a reassuring pace. Although his head and face were still covered with cold sweat. But his expression is already very calm and composed. is not only calm, but also honest and humble, with an honest confession like an old farmer who has been facing the loess all his life: "She took some drugs to weaken her muscles, but these did not hurt her. It'll be fine after a while. As you can see, I really didn't touch her. She was bought by someone else from some robber and then sent to me, and she is doing well here these days, just ask her. I admit that I was wrong, I was indeed filthy and shameless. ”

"Good, good, good. At this time, he can still maintain such a calm and bearing, worthy of Count Garcia, the military minister of Erathia. The man in black walked over, clapped softly, and patted the Count on the shoulder. There was more smile in the eyes above the wooden mask. "He was really a smart person who could see the situation clearly so quickly and make the wisest and most correct choices and attitudes. ”

"Where's the word, where's the word. The Count nodded respectfully, honestly. "There was a small package under the third floor under the bed, which contained a pile of gems worth two thousand gold coins. You can take it if you want. ”

"Oh, no, no, no. How do you know I'm short of money. The man nodded. He leaned over and picked up the elf from the bed. "I just don't know if it's a magic trap or an alarm or something. ”

The Count nodded, bent down, and said in the most polite voice and look like a waiter in a superlative inn, "Rest assured, this is my own bedroom, and someone would put a trap under his bed." And if it's an alarm, then I'm not looking for death myself? If you're not at ease, then I can help you take it out. ”

"No, I trust you. The man handed the elf into the hands of the elf, and then said to the hideous-looking Scarface, "Go and bring out the gift that the Count has given us." ”

The scar-faced man immediately rushed under the bed, and after a while, he took out a package, opened it and looked at it, and immediately said to the masked man in surprise: "Boss, it's really a valuable gem." ”

"As long as you don't hurt me, I can give you the same amount of gold. You can designate a place, and I can send you the money tomorrow. My oath is absolutely valid, and I can swear by devotion to my Lord, by the honor of my family, by loyalty to the Kingdom. Although he was begging for mercy, the Earl's voice was not flustered, it was all sincere. Whoever hears such a statement will feel that this person is indeed very honest and reliable, and that the promise will be fulfilled, so it is worth staying.

"Good, good, good. The mind is easy to use, not to mention, but also to know the trade-offs and retreats. The masked man laughed twice and nodded. "Sure enough, it's a talent from Erathia. How do you know we're going to kill you?"

"I don't know if you'll kill me, I just know that if you don't kill me, you won't regret it. The Earl said lightly. But the sweat on his head didn't stop.

"I really don't want to kill you when you say that......" The man frowned and carefully looked at the somewhat obsessed old man in front of him. Now he was sweating profusely, his face was so honest that even his eyes were lifeless, and there was not a single trace of shrewdness, let alone the slightest threat or hostility. From his own point of view, he really can't do anything to such a person. The man sighed, turned his head, and muttered, "It's a pity that it's not up to me to kill you or not." ”

Before the Count could react, a hand caught his chin from the back panel, and a blue dagger stabbed through his Adam's apple. The Count's limbs twitched violently, and then he stopped moving, blue blood gushing out of the wound and collapsing.

"You will kill even such an unarmed man who has surrendered. The tall female elf held her companion and glared angrily at the masked man.

"I said, it's not that I want to kill him. The man sighed and took out a piece of parchment and a charcoal pen from his bosom. The parchment was densely written, and in one row was the brief description of Count Garcia, which was very short and to the point.

Intelligent, accurate, and knowledgeable about advance and retreat, he is one of Erathia's important ministers. Lascivious. Pro-church. Must be removed.

"Couldn't Porugan's handwriting be prettier? The man used charcoal to draw a black line on Count Garcia's name and muttered again. "It's not that I want to kill him...... I guess he deserves to die. ”