The man is yours and the woman is mine.

The lower body of a woman is mine, and the whole body of a man is yours.

―――――――――― "The Wisdom of the Mage"

This epoch of the Eternal Continent is called the Light.

The sanctity and benevolence of the Holy See of Light shine in every corner of the Eternal Continent, not only the nobles with goblets can enjoy the caresses and baptisms of the bishops, but even in the most miserable slums, priests in wide robes often come to pray, and the holy face looks at the ugly black with pity.

Of course, they just went to pray, and after reciting a few inexplicable verses of poetry, if the God of Light insisted on the death of those worms, they would only say to others: Please believe that the souls of those people are always noble and unblemished, because they have seen the light.

Since the scepter in the hands of the Pope signifies the power of the sanction of the god of light, the poor people silently endure the sucking of these mosquitoes, and in addition to this, these poor people, who have no clothes to wear, need to smile and praise the priest who prays for them for them is a good man.

There is only one exception.

They can even throw a sympathetic pastor with a cross into the dunghill and laugh wildly.

It's a black land, and there's a dark castle silently guarding the sick peace.

This place is called the City of Chaos

The City of Chaos is actually very small, and although it is called the capital in its name, it is actually tragically ridiculous.

'It's just a small town in Kabul in the night', that's what the evil guys in the City of Chaos often say, because apart from the demon statue in the City of Chaos and the black castle behind it, it's really like an ordinary country town.

Oh yes, and there are often a lot of cute vultures hovering in the skies of this sinful land, because only here can they ensure that they can get their hands on the freshest corpses whenever and wherever they are.

The three streets were staggered like forks, stretching along three distinct paths, the middle one leading to the sacred site of the City of Chaos, the black castle hidden by a hundred feet of dead branches, and the other two roads were sacred places to the natives of the City of Chaos, for the end of these two paths had already become the most glorious dream that could only be seen in the middle of the night.

In the ancient land of legend, St. Feat's College, it is said that a cardinal archbishop of the Holy See once knelt before a statue of St. Fit College to confess, and the next day, the Pope dismissed the Spiritual Father of the Continent, who was second only to him.

So for these sinful people whose hands were stained with blood and their lower bodies were stained with knots, it was a great black honor to kill a student who had gone to St. Feat.

As for revenge? They have been expecting death for a long time.

This bizarre thinking has also given rise to the strange culture of the Chaos Capital, where whoever dares to come here will always be the blood-stained sword of the Guilty and the black staff held aloft by the Fallen.

This time was no exception.

"Hey, evil swordsman, I didn't expect you to be your turn to taste the dark delicacy with me today. ”

A mage began to laugh and roar from a long distance, it is hard to imagine that this is a noble mage in the eyes of the ignorant, if the civilians were allowed to see the face of this mage, they would surely shake their heads and sigh that they don't know which pig killer is sick again, holding a log and imagining that their lowly status is gone.

The appearance of this mage is indeed worthy of the ground under his feet, there are two shocking blood marks on the left half of his cheek, as if he was split by a sharp axe, but why his head is still intact is another mystery, and what is even more amazing is that this mage seems to enjoy the scar on his face, and he has already touched it three times with his hand in just one way.

"Kerry, once a noble mage! I feel honored to hunt with you, and although you are ugly now, you were once noble. ”

A hook-nosed swordsman greeted him with a smile, his tiny eyes like a crack in the mountains, indescribably ridiculous.

Both of these are the leaders of the evildoers, and they are followed by about three or five people, and the so-called hunting is naturally killing.

The chaotic capital that has been silent for decades looks like it's about to welcome a new bastard today.

A magic circle was glowing black, exactly like the magic circle in the small town of Kabul, the only difference was the color of the flames.

Blue flames burned on Kabul's five sacrificial scepters, but here, the flames were ominous black, dark and deep, like the pupils of demons.

Black and blood, this is in line with the culture of the chaotic capital.

"I feel it, the lambs are coming. ”

The bloodstained mage smiled, licking his dry lips.

"Oh, how are we going to distribute the food this time. ”

The swordsman asked in a deep voice, and the atmosphere was a little solemn.

One of the rules of the City of Chaos: Each lost lamb is freely divided between two sinful wolves.

No one dared to disobey this sentence, because it was a murmur coming from the black castle, and once in the middle of the night, the city of chaos lost one-fifth of its population, because there was a monster in the black castle that was hungry.

The horror of death made this a taboo that had to be observed, that is, except for the high-ranking mage in front of him, no one else snatched the blood food that was about to reach his mouth.

At this time, the bloodstained mage also restrained his smile, and the shrill voice made the hook-nosed swordsman frown.

"The man is yours, and the woman is mine. ”

"No, treacherous fellow, as a high-ranking mage who was once full of glory and honor, is now so stingy like a goblin merchant, everyone knows, men's gold coins are always in the hands of women!"

The hook-nosed swordsman was a little irritable, and suddenly raised the long sword in his hand and roared, and the atmosphere was a little tense in an instant.

In the sky, several black vultures flew over, hovering above the two groups of centaurs, and a terrible scream resounded through the sky.

The chaotic capital was still peaceful, and the butchers with blood on their hands all walked the three paths, and this kind of frivolous argument seemed to them to be as commonplace as 'I farted again', so they didn't attract anyone's attention except for a few eyes hiding in the shadows.

If there is no blood flowing in the chaotic capital one day, it will be a big event for them to sigh, because they will choose to kill people when they are bored, and what is even stranger is that the people here are not afraid of death, and will accept any challenge more like a knight than a knight.

The bloodstained mage narrowed his eyes, then relaxed, he smiled slightly apologetically, and said, "I'm sorry, I have long forgotten the so-called glory, even the 'High Wisdom' crest issued by the Eberon Magic Association, I gave it to a coquettish lady in the 'Sinking Night'. ”

"It's none of my business, man, I just want to know how we distribute our prey now. ”

The hook-nosed swordsman put away the sword decorated with a lion's head, and his tone was calm and shocking.

Sure enough, the people who have killed people are no longer ordinary people.

"Yours above, mine below?"

The bloodstained mage asked.

"Well, it's a pleasure to work with. ”