After get off work, I started speedrunning through the other world

Chapter 92 As promised...where is the upright hero?

Commercial Street.

Luxury clothing store.

Outside the fitting room.

"It's missing a little...feeling." Aslaqi held her chin with her slender hands, looking at Eden who walked out of the fitting room, and then picked up the black dress held by the maid on the side.

"Let's try this one on." She handed the black dress to Eden, and then gently pushed Eden back to the fitting room.

Along with the sound of the door closing, there was the imaginative sound of undressing.

"Miss Eden, you are not a simple person, are you?" Aslaqi leaned against the wall, folding her arms across her chest to support her perky breasts.

She smiled and said:

"You don't care too much about your father's existence."

"Maybe... I just have a better mentality." Eden's calm voice came from the fitting room, and it was difficult to detect her mood.

She has experienced more years than people imagine, longer than most gods, and has witnessed the historical changes of this world.

So there are very few things that change her mentality.

"The mentality is often related to the social status of the person involved." Aslaqi chuckled, then shook her head, "But if Miss Eden doesn't want to talk about her past, I won't force it."

Although she was a little curious about Eden's identity, since Eden didn't want to reveal his identity, she wouldn't force it.

After all, it is very impolite to delve too much into a person's secrets.

And right now.

"How about we talk about my past?" A playful voice came, accompanied by dull footsteps.

When Aslaqi heard the sound, she saw a handsome man with short brown hair, wearing a white velvet coat, wearing gems of different colors on his hands and fingers, walking towards her.

He put his hands in his pockets and greeted casually with a smile.

"What a coincidence, Princess Aslaki."

"Interrupting the lady's conversation." Aslaqi frowned in displeasure, her red eyes showing disgust, "Imar, you are really a very boring man."

"For dragons, strength is everything." Emaar narcissistically brushed the hair on his forehead with his gem-filled fingers, showing a malicious smile.

"You will realize this soon, after your father dies."

"Threatening me?" Aslaqi showed no sign of weakness, staring coldly at the humanoid dragon in front of her, "Can I understand that you are declaring war on the City in the Sky?"

The guy in front of her is the twelfth prince of the Dragon Empire, the person in charge who came to monitor the Sky City. As long as her father Siegfried completely degenerates into a dragon, he will command the dragon lurking in the Sky City. Let's shoot down the city in the sky.

So she didn't have a good look at Emaar at all.

"Hahaha... I like the look in your eyes that refuses to admit defeat." Immar put down the hand that brushed the hair on his forehead and asked in a curious tone, "Your current confidence is not Akhtar, right?"

He put his hands in his pockets and leaned forward slightly.

"That man may not live longer than your father."

"At least I'll live longer than you." Aslaqi responded coldly, and Emaar smiled upon seeing this, turned his back to Aslaqi, and waved his hand filled with gems.

"If you are willing to take off your clothes and kneel beside my bed to beg me, maybe I can let go of Sky City and let you continue to be the princess of Sky City." After saying this, he left the clothing store directly.

In fact, he didn't care very much about whether to destroy the Sky City, but if he could see Aslaqi's sad and desperate eyes, naked and kneeling in front of him, begging him to let the Sky City go.

Then he might relent a little.

After getting tired of playing with Aslaki, he shot down the Castle in the Sky and admired Aslachi's completely desperate and angry eyes.

Just thinking about it makes me feel...expectation.

And right now.

The door of the dressing room opened, and Eden walked out. She glanced at the direction Emaar was leaving, and thoughts appeared in her cold eyes.

"Don't pay attention to that guy, he's just a guy with a bad taste." Aslaqi explained, "I like to see people with light in their eyes, guys who fall into collapse."

"It's really a bad dragon." Eden lowered her eyes, feeling disgusted by Emaar's bad taste. She actually knew the bad taste of Emaar, the dragon, and liked to come in the form of an evil dragon and bring justice to her. People with a sense of faith, oppress until they are completely desperate, appreciate the look in the eyes of people who fall into collapse.

The more disgusting the enemy's eyes are, the more excited Imaar will become and continue to inflict abuse.

"He's just a guy who's not even as good as a goblin." Aslaqi brushed her hair around her ears, but her expression wasn't very good.

As Emaar said, the current situation in the Sky City is very bad. When her father degenerates into an evil dragon, the dragons in the Sky City will take action.

And she doesn't have a good solution at the moment.

Although she has a strong heart, her talents are limited after all. She cannot be as strong as her father Siegfried, nor does she have the amazing talent of Akhtar.

Very passive most of the time.

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At night.

Ximu walked step by step in the dark corridor. The orderly footsteps spread and merged into the dark prisons on both sides. Pairs of malicious eyes fell on him, as if there were countless hidden monsters, ready to rush in at any time. Tear him apart.

It wasn't until he reached the end of the corridor that light came into his eyes, and Jade waved to him with one hand on his hip.

"Boss, the sacrifices you want are all here." She turned around and pointed at the 100 death row prisoners behind her, then showed a tangled expression.

"Boss, are you really going to sacrifice them to... the Witch of Death?"

After the words fell, the atmosphere stagnated.

The 100 death row prisoners present were stunned, and felt... confused about what Jed said, and reacted after a moment.

"Wait, what does it mean to sacrifice us to the Witch of Death!" A big man with spells written all over his face said in horror.

Aren't they going to be executed?

Why are they saying now that they are going to be sacrificed to the Witch of Death? This is obviously different from what they thought.

"Sacrificing witches is taboo!" A gentle lady screamed, "This is the behavior of cultists!"

Although she committed a capital crime, she would not sacrifice herself to the Witch of Death. That was too terrifying.

In response, Ximu pretended not to hear it. As long as these NPCs heard about witches and demons, they would show a scared expression, and basically had no other reaction.

However, if someone can keep calm, he is basically an NPC worth paying attention to, and he may have some side quests.

"In order to solve the crisis of Sky City, sacrifice is necessary." He looked at Zed, who had a healthy body and wheat-colored skin, and smiled gently.

"The sacrifice to summon the Witch of Death must be of sufficient weight."

"Boss, this is a road of no return." Zed frowned and said with concern, "As long as the sacrifice is made, there is no way to go to hell."

"Although there is no way to go to hell, you can go to heaven." Ximu pointed to the necklace he was wearing, "Have you forgotten that I am a person favored by the goddess of life?"

"If the goddess of life finds out, she will be angry." Zed twitched his mouth and felt helpless about Akhtar's operation.

People favored by God can go to heaven as long as they are willing and serve the gods they believe in.

This treatment is better than being in hell.

"In order to save more people, this is also a last resort." Ximu said nonsense seriously, "and they are all extremely evil people."

"...Boss, everything you say makes sense." Waving his hand, Zed showed a tired expression, not wanting to debate with Akhtar.

Instead, he talked about another matter.

"Sister Leticia, I want to meet the boss."

"It's not the time to meet now." Ximu turned around, not letting Zed see his expression, and replied in an unusually calm voice.

"Even if I can survive, sooner or later..." He didn't continue to say the follow-up words, but Zed could guess it.

The boss infected with Surtur's fire will sooner or later fall into madness.

"Take them to the banquet hall." Ximu left the dungeon and disappeared in the dark corridor.

Zed sighed, looking melancholy.

In fact, she had received a letter from Leticia a long time ago and knew that Leticia wanted to meet Akhtar very much.

"Forget it, I'm just a... mercenary." Shaking her head, she turned around and looked at the 100 restrained death row prisoners.

"I'm sorry, I picked you out." She put her palms together and apologized, then recited a spell.

All the death row prisoners present lost their... spirits in an instant, and the chains on their hands and feet emitted the light of spells, as if tadpoles were crawling on the bodies of the death row prisoners.

Then.

Zed took the unconscious death row prisoners to the designated banquet hall to prepare for a large-scale sacrifice.

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At the same time.

The Embassy of the Dragon Empire.

"Invite me... to meet?" Imaar put down the invitation letter in his hand and showed a puzzled look. He didn't quite understand why Akhtar invited him to meet. The relationship between the two sides was very bad.

After all, he wanted to shoot down the Sky City and let all those who coveted the power of the dragon understand what a tragic price they had to pay for coveting the power of the dragon.

"What on earth is this man thinking?" He looked at the butler in a suit beside him, "What do you think he's thinking about?"

"Negotiation." The butler answered, "He wants you to give up the idea of ​​shooting down the Sky City."

"Humph, that's impossible." Imaar stood up and walked towards the embassy.

If the Sky City is not shot down, how can we deter those guys who want to seize the power of the dragon? We must fight back with the most severe means.

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Hator Hotel.

This is a hotel set up in imitation of the country of music, gathering performers from all over the world. People who come to Hathor Hotel usually don't come to meet their accommodation needs.

Instead, they come to meet their hearing, taste, and touch needs. While pursuing elegance, they are also very... vulgar.

Elegant artistic pursuits and vulgar lustful satisfaction.

All gathered in this hotel.

The carriage stopped.

Imaar walked down and looked at the hundreds of beautiful maids who greeted him outside the hotel, as well as the reluctant Aslaqi.

The corners of his mouth curled up.

"Haha... I didn't expect Princess Aslaqi to come and greet me in person."

"It's just etiquette." Aslaqi replied coldly, then turned and walked towards the hotel.

Seeing this, Imar smiled even more happily and followed Aslaqi into the hotel. He liked to see others hate him but still have to submit.

However, since Yaslaqi came to receive him personally, it can be said that Akhtar's invitation was for negotiation, not... for peace.

"I've said it before, sooner or later you will succumb to me." He quickened his pace and came to Yaslaqi's side, smiling calmly and calmly, "For the sake of Sky City, you'd better make up your mind earlier and crawl to my bed."

"..."

Yaslaqi was indifferent and took Imaer to the banquet hall. She came to receive Imaer not because of Akhtar's request.

But she wanted to receive him herself.

After a while.

"Go in, Akhtar is waiting for you inside." Yaslaqi raised her hand and pushed open a closed door, her cold expression revealed full of impatience.

"This is your private negotiation."

"Aren't heroes' negotiations upright?" Imaer chuckled and walked into the banquet hall. The first thing he saw was not the wine and delicacies.

Instead, there were hundreds of corpses piled up, the blue flames gradually burned them into ashes, and the legendary... Witch of Death.

Something was wrong.

Imaer reacted immediately and subconsciously wanted to leave, but found that the door behind him was suddenly closed.

"Bang" the dull sound of the door closing.

The Witch of Death turned her head upon hearing the sound, and her eyes happened to fall on Imaer. The cold eyes seemed to have some kind of forced restraint, making Imaer's body stiff in place, not daring to move.

"The sacrifice was discovered." Ximu came out, stood beside the Witch of Death, and said to Imaer:

"Did you hear us plotting to assassinate the gods?"

"..." Imaer was stunned, looking at Akhtar's cold eyes, he understood one thing, he was afraid that he was... tricked.

He gritted his teeth, then knelt on one knee.

"Lady Witch of Death, I didn't hear anything!"

"You're lying!" Ximu said coldly, "You must have heard our conspiracy to assassinate the God of Ice and Snow."

Imaar was silent.

He didn't hear it originally, but now he has heard it, and it was Akhtar who told him.

"Lady Witch of Death, Akhtar invited me here, he is framing me!" He tried to explain, but when he saw the cold eyes of the Witch of Death, he immediately understood one thing.

Explanation is meaningless.

"Since you have discovered our plan." Ximu smiled, "Your Highness Imaar, you now have two...choices."

He stretched out his hand.

"Your soul is stuffed into the wick and tortured forever, or you become a member of the Cult of Death and serve Lady Witch of Death."

Imaar: "..."

Is this guy really...a hero? Why is he so despicable? He is clearly an upright and flawless hero in the mouth of the bard.