"Angela," Morkriet pushed open the heavy wooden door of the kitchen. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info No one answered, only the gurgling sound of the kettle on the stove.

In the kitchen, the pale yellow candle flame flickered and flickered on the mottled walls. "Angela, what are you doing hiding in the kitchen?"

Angela, a slave of the gray dwarves and a fairy of the Misty Forest, turned around and smiled charmingly. "Thank you for giving me this outfit, I love it. ”

It was definitely a beautiful garment, with soft heart-shaped scales clinging to Angela's white jade-like skin, and a small shoulder in the style of a misty forest, revealing a white and towering breast, smooth heart-shaped scales that wrapped down the soft and slender lower limbs, and two garnets of gorse at the ankles. Overhead was a beautiful crown of waterfalls, tiny scales layered on top of each other to form tiny chains that drooped one by one, and on Angela's back were one or two translucent shields. The dress seemed to breathe, and the lilac light outside the fish scales shifted between blue and purple with the jump of the firelight.

This is the unique light of Mithril, what a wonderful thought, the Mithril into a heart-shaped small piece of fish scales, engraved with magic patterns on it, stacked one by one, the person who created this dress is definitely a master blacksmith, and the technique of making such a hard Mithril into such a thin and small piece is absolutely first-class. Morgritte's fingers ran over the lilac scales, and his face glowed with reverence, the piety of a priest when he saw the true God.

"You say," Morgritte's finger stopped at the scales on Angela's breast, "this is what I gave you?"

"Yes, Materazzi told me that you gave me a gift for a winter night, and that was this dress. Angela's body shrunk back, and the clothes made of Mithril were so dreamy and beautiful. It has a fatal attraction for a goblin, and when she unfolds the dress, she can't help but put it on. In this moment she was the princess, the queen of the Misty Forest.

"Shet," Magritte finally knew what was wrong, and he hurriedly took out the ring from his bosom that Mrs. Salit had given him, and opened it, and sure enough, the Mithril inside was empty. "Materazzi. You come out for me. ”

The fury of the grey dwarves echoed through the Purgatory Tavern, and as the master of Purgatory, he felt compelled to let the presumptuous birds know who the true masters of Purgatory were.

After a while, the half-orc Kate grabbed the drunken crow in one hand and pushed open the wooden door of the kitchen, "Mr. Morgritte, are you looking for it, it seems to be drunk." ”

"Shet," an enraged Mowglitte picked up the crow and threw it into the cold bucket of water in the kitchen. Kate, the orc on the side, completely ignores his actions, as she has been attracted to the queen of the misty forest in the kitchen.

"Sister Angela, you're so beautiful. The height of the orc was slightly inferior to that of the elf, and she was looking at the frightened goblin with admiration. After saying that, Kate walked around the goblin, and to be honest, this dress was tailor-made for Angela, which perfectly set off the seductive side of the goblin.

"Where's the Mithril in the ring?" Mowglitte scooped the crow out of the cold bucket.

"It's on her. Raven burped, "right on her." ”

"Take it off!" Mowglitte suddenly blurted out, although Angela was his slave, and it was not uncommon for the nobles of Sertiana to have a little bit of an unemotional affair with their beautiful female slaves, but in the presence of the half-orc Kate, Mowglitte's request was obviously a bit beyond everyone's imagination.

"I mean to take off your clothes," Mowglitte quickly explained, "and I don't mean anything else, just take your clothes off." ”

Half-orc Kate suddenly felt that her neck and ears had turned red, as a half-orc who had mixed up in White Rock Town, she still had this complexion, so she immediately found an excuse to slip out, but unfortunately she was pulled back by the fairy Angela before she could go far.

"If you want to take it off, do it yourself!" Angela closed her eyes, her slender neck turning pink. Angela, who encountered the slave hunter because of her willfulness, knew that sooner or later there would be such a day, the berserker of the Purgatory Tavern was an old human being, not very enthusiastic about the affairs of men and women, he originally planned to train Angela as a sign of purgatory, for adventurers, the wine lady of the tavern will be a part-time warbler, if there is a fairy in Purgatory as a wine lady, those male adventurers will definitely crowd this place.

However, it is a pity that not long after the Berserker bought the goblin, he lost to Mowglitte in a duel, so by the way, Mowglitte became the owner of the goblin.

Morgridet wasn't a chick, he was still an underage teenager as a gray dwarf who had lived for more than a hundred years. It is equivalent to fifteen or sixteen years of age among human beings. In his long formative years, he did not like the decadent and depraved aristocratic life, and still focused on striking iron. But as the Western Ghats slang goes, there are only two things that attract the gray dwarves, one is Havana rum, and the other is the fairy's snow-white, slender waist.

The elves of the Misty Forest are the best in the eyes of slave hunters, and a large part of the value of the Purgatory Tavern is reflected in Angela, the elf. Maybe she's taking up most of Purgatory's value.

"It's a magical garment, it can be divided into two parts, don't you want to take a look?" Materazzi raised his head and whistled loudly, and the crown on Angela's head fell off.

"It's not a complete piece, it still needs five magic crystals. Morgridle picked up the crown on the ground, Materazzi was right, the crown also needed five immaculate magic crystals. Leave five small holes in the top of the crown, evenly spaced around the perimeter of the crown.

"This is the temptation of the goddess. Morgaret looked up and felt a force burst from within his body, about to rush to the top of his head.

"O fallen man, your soul will be tormented by desire. Your soul will be enslaved. Kate, the orc, drew a star on her chest, then rushed out of the kitchen with red ears and slammed the wooden door shut. Before leaving, she saw Angela's Mithril appear to come to life, shrinking into a ball and unfolding, forming a thin colored bandeau on her chest, and below it was a translucent lotus flower blooming below her navel.