Chapter 5: Aisha's Punishment

Boston, Gaul.

It has the best private aristocratic school in the entire empire - the fruit of wisdom, although it is an aristocratic school, but with the rise of the new nouveau riche, in fact, as long as they can afford enough tuition, the school does not mind the status of students.

In addition to the Obelisk, which trains the best knight elites, and the Jialan Tower, which trains the best mage elites, the Fruit of Wisdom should be the most comprehensive education for the general public.

And the threshold is not as high as the former, even if it is a tree elf from another world, as long as they are given enough tuition, they can still get equal treatment.

That night, Marta walked through the streets of the academy with the materials she had bought for the experiment.

She wears a round-necked blouse with a corset waist underneath a pair of slacks, and the dress is all black. Few girls like this color, and this mysterious color also strengthens her cold and hard temperament, which has an inexplicable cold and glamorous charm.

Since Charles's death, the originally lively and cheerful girl has become more and more silent day by day, she can no longer remember the last time she smiled, Marta has adapted to the coldness, and gradually forgot to smile.

However, even if she loses her smile, Marta's natural beauty still makes her a recognized beauty of the fruit of wisdom, and she is also the one with the most scandals. Perhaps because Charles, who sent her to school, was too rich and dazzling, and the Tree Elf Girl was very lively at the time, it was easy to be misunderstood as frivolous, and since she entered the school, all kinds of rumors around her have not disappeared.

After the rain, the strange darkness and silence of the road went unnoticed by Marta, and Marta stepped into the path. There was a slight thud on the ground behind him. She was about to turn her head. A large, leather-gloved hand struck from behind. He covered her mouth, and then a thick cloth cover was placed over her head.

With a height of 1.7 meters, Marta is a tall type among women, and her combat skills are also among the top in the academy, however, under the attack of two tall figures, she is like a butterfly falling into a spider's web, and she has no ability to resist.

The Tree Elf Maiden was stunned for a moment. Only then did he struggle desperately, and a whining sound came out of his mouth and nose. The struggle was to no avail, and two men of extraordinary skill easily lifted her up and stuffed her into a carriage.

The hand left her mouth, and Marta was about to cry out when a cold object pressed against her neck. She shuddered, and her body froze instantly.

Obviously, it was a sharp knife.

The Tree Elf Maiden didn't struggle, didn't try to pull her hood, just coughed hard. As if to cough up the shock and fear from the chest.

"My money is in my wallet, you can take it all you want. She stabilized her emotions. Said calmly.

"Beautiful young lady, we don't want money. A ruffian accent said.

"I don't care who you are or what you want to do, I just ask you to let me go, I will forget everything, and you can take whatever you want. ā€

"Tut-tut, what a clever girl, don't worry, Miss Marta is so beautiful, how can I be willing to hurt me casually?" said another, slightly more steady voice.

"I have no relatives in Atlasu, I don't even have many friends, and I don't have money, please don't kidnap me, I will give you directly how much money you want. She said quickly.

At that moment, one of them plunged the tip of the knife into Marta's rosy lips, parting her teeth and pressing them against her soft tongue.

"We're just doing what we're told, we're not going to kill anyone, and we hope you'll cooperate. ā€

Marta stiffened, then nodded slightly, she clearly tasted the metal on the tip of the knife.

It's a real knife, very sharp.

"It's just rained here, there won't be a few people coming, and if you dare to shout or run away, I'm sure it'll cut your throat before anyone arrives. Cute little girl, get it?"

Marta nodded.

Then, she felt a pair of hands untie her hood, and in front of her eyes were two masked faces, looking very strong and strong, and the breath of life was terrifying.

The man with a slightly stronger physique put away the knife and patted her face with satisfaction:

"Little beauty, take off your clothes, do you want to come by yourself, or do you want us to help you?"

At the same time, the other immediately began to untie his belt.

Marta felt a chill in her heart, hesitated for a while, slowly stretched out to her waist, unfastened the sliding buckle on her waist, loosened the zipper, and said flatteringly:

"I can ...... myself I won't resist, please don't hurt me. ā€

"Of course. As long as you cooperate obediently, we will never hurt you," the slightly stronger man agreed.

The black trousers slowly slid down, and a pair of slender and beautiful legs gradually emerged in the dark, her legs were slender and straight, and her curves were extremely beautiful.

The slightly thinner man couldn't help but whistle.

When the trousers slipped into the sandals, as if they were suddenly stuck, Marta blushed and blushed, and pulled her hands but couldn't pull them off, so she handed her legs forward:

"It's too crowded, you guys help me, it's stuck. ā€

"Hey, hey, Miss Dryad is quite open and willing to help. ā€

The slightly thinner man grabbed the trousers and touched the calves all the way to the sandals before tearing them off vigorously.

At this moment of lightning, Marta's pupils shrank, seized the opportunity, and kicked forward with the heel of her high-heeled sandal, hitting the opponent's crotch.

"Whew!" the man's face under the mask turned red, his eyes bulged outward, and the knife in his hand fell instantly, and the whole person fell into the carriage.

Seeing the opportunity, Marta slammed open the unlocked rear door, rolled over and rolled onto the road, and hurriedly shouted for help:

"Help, help, there are robbers!"

I don't know if the robbers are too lucky, or Marta is too unlucky, there is not even a person around, and there are black holes all around the path, as if leading to another unknown world.

"This bitch!" the other robber looked at his companion who had fainted, gritted his teeth, pulled out a short sword from his waist, and rushed out of the carriage directly:

"Little Bichi, return to the carriage for me obediently! Otherwise, you will die today, and Lao Tzu's flying knife will not even be able to escape the flies." ā€

"I'm sorry, I—I was just careless. Looking at the cold blade, Marta was completely out of idea, and her body trembled and explained.

"Why don't you pretend to be pitiful with Lao Tzu, get in the car quickly!" The robber almost capsized in the gutter, obviously very angry.

"Okay, I'll get on the bus, don't be angry......" She quickly turned her mind and walked to the carriage with a deliberate trembling.

"Don't ink, get in the car quickly, or you'll waste your hands first!"

"Okay, okay. Marta had no choice but to abandon the delaying tactics.

"Hurry, hurry!" the robber urged anxiously.

She didn't dare to hesitate, and hurriedly climbed into the carriage, and the robber jumped into the carriage after him, and said in an extremely cold voice: "We are not trying to kill you, but because your mother is not doing well, we want to teach her a lesson." ā€

"Mom, what did you do to her?" the Tree Elf Maiden's eyes turned red instantly.

"Your mom is nice, she's working for our boss, but she seems to be a little slacking, so the boss asked us to give her a little motivation in some way necessary. ā€

"Mom...... Working for you?" Marta's eyes suddenly became clouded with a layer of fog as she thought of the recent tuition fee and the nearly double living expenses.

"Originally, I was going to take the time to cool off, but now it seems that I don't have time, so be a little more cooperative, reach out and chop a finger for me. The robber's eyes flashed with evil energy, and he brought his short sword close to the other party's snow-white neck:

"If I were to force it, it might hurt even more. ā€

"No problem, but before chopping your fingers, can you tell me what kind of work Mom is doing?" the tree elf girl forced herself to calm down, and asked calmly as she handed her left hand to the other party.

"I can't really say anything about this, all in all, you can rest assured, everything is fine with your mother. The other party nodded with satisfaction, and the knife fell, and instantly cut off half of her tail finger and pinched it in his hand.

"In other words, my mother is for my tuition...... That's what I mean by promising to do bad things for you, right?" said Marta, holding back the pain, retracting her left hand and hissing in a hoarse voice.

"You don't need to know much. ā€

The robber took out a piece of silk from his pocket, wrapped it around his slender fingers, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes: "But you have a bit of courage and brains, and you actually gave my old partner a shadow, if you study hard, you have a bright future." ā€

He pointed to the other robber who had fainted in the carriage and said with some jokingness.

"The money I paid for my school...... It's earned by my mother doing bad things...... Uncle Charles knew...... "The tree elf girl muttered to herself with tears in her eyes, holding back the sourness in her nose.

"Okay, that's the end of today's business, and I'll look for you in the future if I need to. The other party put away the finger, shook it in front of the girl with a short sword, and said sharply:

"Get out of here!"

ā€œ......ā€

Mata looked at him silently, covered her still bleeding tail finger, and quickly stepped out of the carriage.

"Let's go!"

With the robber's shout, the carriage quickly moved away, and the tree elf girl stood there as if she had lost her life, staring at the night sky in a daze.

In the depths of the sky is a sea of stars with no edge in sight, which one belongs to his original hometown.

"Mom...... Uncle Charles......"

Marta covered the severed tail finger of her left hand, two lines of tears flowed from her face, and she squatted down weakly.

After some time, the tree elf finally stretched out his arm, slowly picked up his experimental materials scattered on the ground, and muttered to himself in a slurred voice:

"The reason why Uncle Charles died, and why Mom was forced to do bad things, was because I was too weak...... I have to get stronger...... Stronger ......" (To be continued.) )