Helika sat in his secret room with his whole body studied.

The special chair was just right for his bear-like body. The muscles on his body were tightly packed around his body like iron lumps, making him look like a fortress of muscles. Hundreds of wounds of various sizes crisscrossed the top, each indicating that this body had grown under the baptism of blood and swords, without the slightest modification of attributes.

He is forty-five years old. It was supposed to be an age of decline, but there was no trace of aging in him. His energy is still incomparable, and his ** for money and women is even stronger than when he was younger, and the thing that now has a high erection under his crotch is proof of this.

His fingers rubbed a gold coin. The smooth, cold surface of the coin was so nice to the touch that he could even tell the color of the coin, which had been minted at the beginning of the Erathian dynasty. The hardness and incomparable flexibility unique to gold are far more enjoyable than pinching women's **. It was a feeling that touched the deepest imprint in his heart, which had been precipitated in his soul for forty years.

When he was four years old, his mother taught him the most important lesson of his life, selling him to a baron for three silver coins. Seven years later, he was sold for a gold coin to another old viscount who liked to prostitute children. After three years of forbearance, planning, and preparation, he found an opportunity to kill the old master in the most brutal way, rape and kill his daughter and granddaughter, and then fled with all the money he could collect. The nobles issued a wanted warrant for him, and then the rest of his life revolved around money and was hunted down. The world around him has always been converted between money, flesh and blood, and life, and he finally found the truth of this world: all things can be equivalent to the golden little things, and having it is equivalent to owning the world.

And so from then on, all his spirit and mind swirled in front of this little thing. So much so that he often hallucinates when he looks at things, and everything is constructed by jumping coins one by one.

Ten years later, after he had slain the eleventh elite knight of the kingdom who had pursued him, he felt that he had what it took to take his place in Erathia. He formed the Shenmuhi Bandits, which quickly became the largest gang of thieves in Erathia.

Strictly speaking, the Shamuhi Thieves have little to do with thieves. It's just for the sake of convenience, that people group them with other groups that are simply kind and peaceful to them. Under the leadership and command of Helika, robbery, kidnapping, being a mercenary, being a killer, everything is the business of the Shenmuhi thieves. As long as you can get that little golden coin at the end.

And in this month, there were suddenly thousands more little things like this that haunted him. Four thousand three hundred and seven gold coins to be exact, and the bill on the table in front of him was clearly written. The words were written by the cripple of Isis, and they were as crooked as the others. But the meaning of the font still makes this word more touching than any woman's **, and makes him more.

That's a lot of money to buy a small city. Even if you look at the entire continent, there is never a single gang that can have such a large income in such a short period of time. The five female elves were all sold for hundreds of gold coins, and the most beautiful one was carried to more than a thousand by a few gentlemen in the bidding, and it was rare to have such valuable goods. Owning an elf female slave is not only a simple sensual beauty and fresh excitement, but also a status symbol, and several nobles have almost become obsessed with these female elves. They had even paid a lot of gold to the thieves to book more elves.

As long as they do a lot of such business, the Shamuhi thieves can leap to the top of the mainland in terms of strength and prestige. As long as he thought of the mountain-like gold coins, which were enough to compete with Wang **, Xilika's heart was burning, and his blood was boiling. During this time, he was in a state of extreme euphoria almost every moment, and in the last week, eight women have been crushed and rubbed to death by him in bed. But no matter how much, no matter how beautiful, no matter how good a woman is, she can't relax and cool down for a while. He was sure that if such a wish could not be fulfilled he would go crazy and explode.

The three prostitutes next door were dying, but his thing was still unforgiving. The fire in his heart was still burning, burning more and more fiercely, burning more and more vigorously. He was waiting for the man who could put out the fire for him.

The door opened, and Isis limped in. Compared to Helika's huge body, he seemed to be just a piece of grass, or a broken piece of dead grass. He had only one hand, one foot to move, the features on his face were twisted and broken, and only a few sparse hairs on his head, which looked like a magnified goblin.

If Helika is the soul of the Shenmuhi thieves, then Isis is the mind. This guy who had studied in the magic academy of the Eastern Continent was undoubtedly very useful, otherwise he would not have become a high-level magician in his thirties. But later, because she was discovered when she was a little girl with mental magic, she used magic to kill someone when she resisted arrest, and was struck into char by a lightning strike from the great priest who rushed to hear the news. Although he miraculously woke up from the pile of dead and escaped, almost half of his body was destroyed by the lightning magic. He fled to Erathia and joined the Shenmuhi Bandits, where he soon became the second most important man after Helika.

With a robe in his hand, Isis looked at a mountain of flesh and the thing that almost lifted the table beneath him, sighed, threw the robe to Helika, and said, "Put it on." That gentleman probably doesn't like the way you look. ”

The biggest scar on Cilika's face trembled, and even the color turned red, like a centipede crawling on her face. He paused, and with great difficulty calmed down, slowly picked up his robe and put it on his body.

Isis watched him get dressed and walked out. After a while, he walked back again, bent down at the door in an awkward and laborious posture and made a gesture of please, and his voice also carried the kind of compliment and respect that only the doorman at the door of the big hotel can have: "Please come in." Our head of the regiment has been waiting for you for a long time. ”

The visitor didn't show any sign of his politeness, and walked in without saying a word.

The pace is very steady and powerful, but it still reveals the sluggishness peculiar to older people, and it can be seen from the gestures that this is a very ordinary, at most very good old man. The thin neck looked so weak that Healica was sure that it wouldn't take any more effort to break it than to break a chicken's neck.

But he didn't have the slightest intention of trying it, and the silver mask around his neck was enough to calm anyone down. The shape of the mask's skeleton was strange in the light, and the light reflected on it was not the bright color of ordinary metal, but a delicate and soft luster like the skin of a virgin.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. Have a seat. Helika had forgotten the last time he had spoken to someone in such a polite tone, and his voice was hoarse and dull from rustiness and uncontrollable excitement.

A pair of eyes behind the skull mask swept him, nodded slightly, and said in the same hoarse and strange voice, "No need to be polite, I'm busy." Say it as soon as possible. ”

Hilika muttered, "The scrolls and maps you gave me last time were very useful. We managed to use them to infiltrate the elven colonies in the forests of Turalea. ”

"And then. The old man behind the skull mask asked lightly. "Did you find what I was looking for?"

"Nope. We weren't well prepared. And underestimating the actions of the elves, not seeing what you said. ”

"But I heard that you caught five elves and exchanged them for a lot of gold. The old man's voice was cold.

"There are a lot of magicians among those elves. Four of us died. Helika let out an animalistic snort from the depths of her throat and nose.

"I told you. The elves you can catch will be the reward for your actions. But do not forget what I have commanded you. The skeleton old man said slowly. "Use the money you got this time to find more help. In any case, I had to finish this in two months, and I had no patience or time to wait. ”

The whistling sound in Helika's throat intensified tenfold, echoing through the chamber. The scar on his face shook like he wanted to jump. Isis's face twitched, and he hurriedly said, "But sir, you know that there are thousands of elves in the forests of Tulaleone. Moreover, they have been living there for hundreds of years, and even the teleportation magic array has been built, making it the largest elven settlement in the continent. All of them are natural archers, and there are a few ** divisions ......"

"I know, so I didn't ask you to take Turalone, I just went to find something for me. As a backup, I'm giving you this this time. The old man took out three scrolls from his bosom and placed them on the table. The three scrolls are very different in appearance and the faint magic fluctuations that spill out, but what they all have in common is that there is a small purple skeleton at the top of the scroll.

Looking at the three scrolls, as well as the small purple skeleton on them, Isis next to him let out a trembling moan, as if a pervert had seen a peerless beauty that he was a** in. When he was at the Academy of Magic, he specialized in the identification and production of magical objects, and he could tell at a glance what kind of good things they were.

"One is still the kind of scroll that can break the elves' barriers, while the other two are large-scale magic to help you fight the elven mages, and I believe these two scrolls will be very helpful to you. The old man paused, his tone was slightly cold, and he said. In other words, this is my last chance for you. I hope you don't let me down. After the old man finished speaking lightly, he took out another teleportation scroll.

"Yes, yes, definitely, definitely. Isis nodded vigorously, his already crooked body looking like a strange arthropod. It seemed that he used a lot of strength before he dared to open his mouth and said cautiously to the old man who was pulling the scroll open, "This gentleman." I'm more than happy to serve you, I don't ask for any compensation, and I don't dare to guess where you're from....but if I help you do this, can I be a member of you and your companions........ No, no, no, how can I be qualified, I mean, even if I become a subordinate of the gentlemen, a servant, I am willing to ....."

The old man turned his head, and his gaze under the skull mask fell coldly on Isis's face.

The muscles that could still move in Isis's body immediately twitched. I don't know if it's because of excitement or fear, I stammered, "No, I'm definitely not cranky." I just admire your mastery of magic and hope you can point me in the know, that's all. Although you are powerful and omnipotent, I can also help you with many trivial things, I just hope that you can..."

"Wait until you're done with that. The old man dropped this sentence, unfolded the scroll and disappeared into the blue light.

Isis's already ugly face became more distorted and deformed with excitement and joy. After a long pause, he regained his breath and walked to the table to look at the four scrolls carefully, and his eyes were full of the brilliance of the saints when they admired the miracles.

"Is this old man really from the Necronomicon Guild you were talking about?" asked Helika suddenly.

"Of course. Aisis subconsciously looked left and right, and replied in a low voice, as if he was afraid that this forbidden Wei Wei would be detected by the old man just now. "Don't you see the mask, it's made of the most expensive Crypto Silver, permanently impregnated with magic. And these three scrolls....." His withered fingers stroked the scroll on the table, and his fingers and voice trembled slightly, like a teenager who came into contact with his lover ** for the first time. "There are two scrolls that are sealed with great magic. Like the last time he gave us the scroll to crack the elven barrier, it's the art of magic. And the magic materials needed to make such a scroll...... Ah, there's a shard of stars... Oh, my God... That's not something you can buy with gold at all. Isis sighed and concluded like a hymn: "In this world, apart from the Necromantic Guild of the Valley of Desya, who else can have such a great skill and such a superb magical art." ”

Helika stood up. The chair he had just sat in immediately fell apart and became a pile of broken wood. He looked at the position where the old man had stood just now, and the scar on his face seemed to be about to jump up and choose someone to eat, and he said word by word: "If it weren't for the money, I would have torn this old man to pieces just now." I hate it when people talk to me in that tone. It doesn't matter if he's a human or a ghost. ”

"It's a good thing you didn't, otherwise we'd be the hell......" Isis muttered to himself, looking down at the boss's temper. "You don't know, the necromancers of Deya Valley are the ones who really stand at the top of this world, and their vision and knowledge are different from ours. Otherwise, how could people ignore those priceless elves and let you make money? They must have some scruples and plans, and it is inconvenient for ......them to come forward in person, so we are cheaper."

"I don't care what they have or what they're going to do. I just need to know what I'm going to get. Cilika looked hard at Isis and the three scrolls, his voice hot. "You say, what can these three scrolls bring me?"

Isis thought for a moment and replied, "No matter how well these three scrolls are used, it will be difficult for us to fight the elves head-on. But it should be no problem to grab what the gentleman wants and grab a dozen or so elves. ”

"A dozen ......" Helika smacked her lips, narrowed her eyes, and chewed on the measure word carefully. After a while, he asked Isis again, "What kind of magic is sealed in those two scrolls, what kind of effect does it have, and how long does the effect last?"

"Doom..... this shouldn't be a direct killing magic ....." Aisis hurriedly picked up the scroll and looked at it carefully, feeling. Fortunately, his level in this area was higher than the magic level, and it didn't take long for him to come to a conclusion, and he reported to the boss with surprise and joy. "I'm not sure, but these two should be ......"

After listening to the scroll's instructions, Helika was surprisingly unresponsive. He even quieted down, and sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes.

Isis looked at him quietly, not daring to disturb him. He knew very well that although this boss was more tyrannical than anyone else, he was more fierce and domineering than anyone else, and it seemed that he could jump up at any time and tear any opponent apart and swallow it alive. But when the need arises, he can be completely quiet, analyze rationally, and then wait for the opportunity with patience beyond ordinary people. This is a man who keeps the ferocity of a lion out at any time, but hides the calmness of a viper, the cunning of a fox, and the endurance of a scorpion. The Shenmuhi Thieves were able to become the greatest force in the darkness of Erathia, and it was not enough to be fierce and ruthless.

This is also the reason why Isis has always been willing to succumb to this seemingly rude and reckless man. The mind is sometimes important, but it is the soul that is truly powerful.

After a while, Helika opened her eyes and asked Isis, "I remember you said that the elves are rich. ”

Issy paused and said, "When I say this, I'm just referring to the magical items they've accumulated in their hands. Since they were able to establish a long-term teleportation magic array, in terms of magic materials and level, they could probably be compared to a big country like Erathia. But those guys don't have any gold....."

Helika snorted, muttered for a moment, and said, "We'll have to hire helpers." It's the people we were going to ask them to help last time. ”

"But....those people's asking prices are very high......," said Isis hesitantly.

In fact, the last time he received the commission and scroll from the mysterious old man who was suspected of being a necromancer, Helika didn't make a big move directly. While Isis was certain of the magic scroll's purpose, the forests of Turalone were not places to go in and out of. The handsome and elegant female elves are famous all over the world, and many nobles have long been eager for them, but the female elves who can be caught have hardly heard of them for more than ten years, which shows how strong the elves' defense is. So instead of making a big move, Helika hired some other people to 'experiment'.

There are not many criminals in Erathia, and the Shamuhi thieves are not the only ones who do anything for money, and because they are used to being alone, they are almost always good at doing things on their own. And the value of hiring them is naturally proportional to their skills. It's just a temptation, and Helika is not willing to pay a lot of money to hire a real good player, but the effect of the temptation is so good, then the next thing is another matter.

"We agreed to as much as they wanted. Even if there is a deposit to be paid upfront, we will pay it. Helika gave a faint order to Isis, word for word. "Remember, as many masters as there are in Erathia, they all invited me. No matter how much it costs. Put all our funds to use, and not a single gold coin can be left. ”

Helika's voice was flat, not only calm and composed, but also seemed to regard the gold coins that were all his motivation as something outside of his body, and did not cherish them.

Isis listened carefully, and although he was a little surprised, he still didn't ask rhetorical questions or doubts. He understands that there is only one situation that can make a money-hungry person spend a lot of money and ruin his family. And this flat tone also shows the great determination he made. Truly powerful emotions are those that can be hidden inside. He immediately nodded and turned around: "I know, I'll do it immediately." ”

"Wait. Helika stopped him, gasping deeply, a slight vibrato in her throat echoing through the chamber like an active volcano about to erupt. "When you go out, you call someone to find me three women...", he paused, and his exhalation trembled even more. "Another aristocratic boy, thirteen years old, blonde. Remember, aristocratic. Preferably the son of a viscount. ”

"Yes. I know. Isis nodded, turned and walked out. It seems that he has been infected by the boss, and he is also a little excited and anxious in his heart. He could see that what was going to happen was an unprecedented operation. Maybe I should find a woman to relieve and relax. Isis thought to himself.

While his thing unfortunately was completely scrapped under that lightning, he had other options. Carefully admire the pained wails of the beautiful woman, this is the only way he can be satisfied now.