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As Curt silently began to weigh the situation, a group of scantily clad women appeared downstairs. They swayed softly and danced to the music. The women wore no clothes, only an almost transparent light veil, and rings of sterling silver on their navels. The nobles downstairs laughed and applauded, and the people upstairs also cheered obscenely. Before the main drama started, this was a good hot show.

While the surroundings were boiling, Curt whispered a few words. Gordon and Cameron immediately left the table, pretending to go to the bathroom. Curt glanced at Jonathan, who was staring at the dancing girl, and now the old man was almost drooling on the table. So he shook his head and began to close his eyes.

In silence, Curt gathered all of his psionic powers and activated the spell-casting abilities that had been sealed with his own hands. Until now, he still doubted that there really was a daughter of Ioham. Depending on the shape of the exhibition, Curt may be forced to make a move. The enemy must have been prepared, but with the many magical items on his body, Curt has the confidence to fight his way out of the encirclement.

Later, the music of the accompanying dancers stopped, and the dancers lined up and sent winks and kisses to the powerful people around them. Bags of gold or silver coins were tossed at the feet of the dancers, and there were even bundled universal bills of exchange. The waiter hurriedly leaned over to pick it up, and loudly stated the amount and the name of the tipper. The dancers dispersed to serve the magnates who gave the most money.

This was followed by a similar boring show that lasted nearly two hours. This gave Curt enough time to remove a few of the important magical items from the Space Ring and wear them on his body in an unobtrusive manner. Jonathan was clapping and whistling all the time. Not like an old man on the verge of death. He drank several glasses of wine. He also knocked over half a glass of wine on his body.

Eventually, a large number of waiters came up. Start clearing the site. The ethereal sound of the harp sounds, heralding the beginning of tonight's finale. Night had already fallen, and the windproof torches were lit downstairs for lighting. In the light of the fire, a two-story wooden platform was pushed over. It looked like a small siege tower, except that the roof had been removed, leaving only two erected log stakes and a not-so-wide platform.

At the front of the platform, there is a tall figure. Woman in a white coarse cloth robe. Her hands were tied to the stakes on the left and right, and the long supple orange drape fell down to cover most of her face and hang down to the ground. The woman's feet are **, covered with stains, as well as bruises and scars. Her pupils were as red as blood, but she didn't see a hint of anger.

In an instant, Curt tensed his body. The moment he saw the woman clearly, he was sure that the other party was related to him. It's a natural feeling, and it doesn't need to be confirmed at all. Curt was like a wolf of his kind in a flock. He unconditionally identified with the other party, and thus a wave of fury and murderous intent surged in his heart.

When Curt adjusted the Staff of Gathering in place in the spatial ring. As he recalled the arcane-focused spell, a middle-aged attendant walked over to the wooden table. He raised his hand to greet the cheering magnates, and by the way, straightened his carefully trimmed beard. Then the messenger took out a piece of parchment and began to recite in a low voice:

"Salute to His Majesty the great, supreme, merciful, brave, and trusted king of the land of stormwinds, the nemesis of evil, the best friend of the dragons, the master of the peoples, the knight of knights, the Sen Lan IV! His Majesty, the king of the land of storms, trusted by the gods, the nemesis of evil, the best friend of the dragons, the master of all peoples, the knight of knights, and the protection of Mori Lan IV, captured the most wicked, brazen, and betrayed the gods The head of the Thousand Laws City, the daughter of Eoham. ”

Hearing this twister, Curt couldn't help frowning, and even the magnates downstairs looked excited and drowsy. The waiter coughed a little embarrassedly, then raised his voice and said:

"At this moment, we are going to punish the treacherous Ioham! Swing the hammer of justice! The unclean daughter of him and the ** witch is right in front of us, and will be purified by Baron Rogge himself!"

The cheers were renewed, mostly in celebration of the lengthy rhetoric that had been omitted. At the same time, a middle-aged nobleman with a Chinese face, who looked powerful and powerful, and wore high riding boots, walked to the back of the wooden platform and climbed up the long ladder. He walked all the way behind Fana and raised his right hand to greet the thunderous cheers of the audience. On the left hand of the nobleman, there is a leather whip rolled up.

"I, Roger Shelley, have the pleasure of greeting you and wish you all a wonderful evening. It's a pleasure to punish evil, especially if it's a little fun. ”

Baron Rogge said gracefully, his golden growth shining in the light of the fire. After the commotion around him had subsided a little, Baron Rogge said:

"As you will see, the most powerful mages are no more than that. His daughters will prostrate themselves to the ground, crying out for our forgiveness. On the other day we break through the city of a thousand laws, and pull Ioham by the beard and drag him out, I will tell him in a beautiful voice, and I will give birth to him tonight. ”

An unprecedentedly loud cheer rose as Baron Rogge brought his mouth to Fana's ear and whispered a few words. Judging by the shape of his mouth, Curt thinks it's 'You shouldn't have rejected me, now you have one last chance'. Under Curt's gaze, Fana struggled to stand up straight. She tilted her face and shook her head firmly.

Baron Rogge then retreated to the edge of the platform and spread his whip. He used his entire arm to spin the whip with a sound that burst through the air. In the next second, the whip head slammed into Fana's back with a sharp whistling. The fragments of the robe immediately flew into the air, carrying beads of blood.

Curt felt a strange shudder, as if his soul had been struck by an invisible whip. His blood relatives are suffering, and the pain is almost relatable. Something resonates between Curt and Fana, building an invisible bridge. For the first time, Curt knew that the power of bloodlines was so powerful. Even though he and Fana have never met, they still can't help but want to protect each other.

"Little brother, you don't seem to see blood. ”

With the sound of the whip, Jonathan turned his head sideways and glanced at Curt. Curt was clutching the table, his face as pale as paper. Of all the weapons, the whip is the most special one. Under the swing of a master, the tip of the whip is able to cross the sound. It shatters and tears muscle tissue, causing far more pain than a sword.

But Fana didn't say anything, she bit her head with her teeth, and silently endured the whipping. The cheers of the audience faded into disgruntled boos. Beads of sweat broke out on Baron Rog's forehead, and he gasped and retracted his whip, staring at the bloody Fana. At last he grabbed Fana by the head and pulled her back viciously, while raising his right hand and proclaiming:

"Guys, it's a good night! But I have to apologize to you first, I was once so deluded by magic that I wanted to marry this witch as a concubine! Now I'm going to make up for my mistake and fuck this slut in public! Hahahaha, I hope you like it!"

Baron Rogge roared almost hoarsely, his eyes bloodshot, and his disguised demeanor long gone. In the past few hours, the dignitaries downstairs have drunk a lot of fine wine. Stimulated by alcohol and blood, now their sanity is gone.

Whistles, applause, laughter and scolding overlapped, and the poor people who were blocked out of the iron gate also frantically coaxed. They liked the lowly performances the most, and Baron Rogge's mention yì satisfied everyone.

Curt stood up silently and walked to the window. Directly in front of him, Baron Rogge had reached out and tore the blood-soaked robes apart. Fana's entire back was exposed, crisscrossed with scars. Baron Rogge continued to tear Fana's clothes as he reached for the belt of his trousers. He was hurt by the other party's strength and decided to use the most vicious method to make a break.

Anger flowed like lava through Curt's body, igniting the blood. He suppressed his impulse with amazing self-control, and quietly took out the Soul Shattering Sword Purple Resentment. Even if he thought on his toes, Curt knew that there must be heavy soldiers in ambush nearby, and maybe a whole team of senior priests. But he had already made up his mind to save Fana, or...... Just kill her.

The cold light burst through the air, through the window not far from Curt. A muffled grunt followed, followed by a dead silence, followed by screams of terror. Curt turned around, just in time to see Jonathan, who had an arrow nailed to his forehead, slowly falling over and overturning the table and chair. The glass tumbled to the floor, spilling it all over the place. The guests hugged their heads and scurried, sparing no effort to push and trample on each other.

The moment I figured out the situation, there was chaos downstairs. Baron Rogge was dumbfounded on the wooden platform, and then hurriedly lifted his pants and jumped down. He tripped over his trouser belt and fell to the ground and rolled several times. At the same time, a large number of heavily armed warriors hiding in the shadows rushed out and raised their shields to protect the helpless magnates. At least six high-ranking priests began chanting prayers, and then a terrifying killing magic destroyed half of the villa where the Assassins were hiding.

In the smoke that filled the air, there were exclamations, screams, and the clashing of weapons and armor. The crimson lips seemed to be a battlefield, and only Fana stood indifferently on the wooden platform.

Curt crouched down on his knees, looked down at Jonathan, who was staring at him, and suddenly remembered something. - Shirek, Lord of the Sun, alias the Prince of Lies, is also in charge of murder and fraud. Through Guò Murphy's arrangement, a murder has been completed. Now Curt just wanted to know if Murphy had cheated anyone. (To be continued......)