Elven Reaper

Akto was wearing a white shirt and standing at the door, as if he had no intention of letting her in.

"Is something wrong, Miss Vivian?" he asked.

Vivian's height was about as high as his chin. With her head lowered at the moment, she happened to see Akto's white shirt unbuttoned by two buttons, revealing a black rope inside.

Vivian's neck turned pink.

Her heart was beating again, and her voice was slightly trembling as she said, "Well, I want to let you know that if you want to eat, the restaurant is on the fifth floor."

Akto nodded: "Okay, I understand, thank you."

He thought at the same time, you are a front desk person, what are you doing here? Isn't this what the waiter does?

Immediately, combined with Vivian's expression, he guessed what the girl was really thinking.

The little girl at the front desk may have taken a liking to me.

Thinking of this, he was a little funny. Sure enough, no matter which world you go to, appearance is still very important.

If my appearance in the previous life was like that, in the eyes of this little sister, she would be considered "that man" at best.

But with her good looks now, it looks like the little sister wants to stick up to her.

Alas, there is no way. I love myself after seeing this appearance.

But no matter what, I have a wife. Akto sighed.

He held the door frame with his hand: "If there is nothing else, let's do this for now."

Vivian was startled, looked at Akto's face, and didn't say anything about leaving.

After thinking for a long time, she suddenly seemed to have made up her mind and said in a clear voice: "I want to ask you, do you have a girlfriend?"

After saying that, she turned Lian to one side, her face as red as a ripe peach.

Sure enough, the stinky woman is still so superficial, and she was attracted by my appearance after just meeting her once.

Akto couldn't help but look at the girl a little.

This small waist is just enough for both hands to support.

These stockings are long-legged, thin, tender and straight, and there is something strange about the waist.

These small breasts are so lively that you can grab two of them with one hand.

This, this is not bad.

Thinking of this, Akto had a bold idea.

But it's just an idea.

Vivian swallowed nervously, and the pink color spread from her neck down into the top of her business suit.

She was waiting for Akto's reply, like a prisoner waiting for the judge's verdict.

But obviously, Akto, the judge, is a bit ruthless: "Sorry, I am already married, and my wife is also very gentle and beautiful."

Akto's tone was gentle and calm, but to Vivian's ears, it was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue.

Vivian's face turned a little pale for a moment, but she smiled politely and bowed slightly to Akto: "You look very gentle and elegant. Your wife must be well-educated and sensible, so I'm sorry to bother you."

After saying that, he walked towards the stairs at the other end of the corridor without looking back.

Vivian seems to be not short in stature, but she is very light, and her high heels only make a light sound when she steps on the ground.

ruthless

Akto slapped his mouth, closed the door and lay back on the bed.

After a while, I looked at my watch. It was half past four in the afternoon.

Akto put on his coat and walked out of the room.

He has a very important thing to do now, which is to buy a ticket to Polk City.

When passing by the front desk, Akto saw Vivian still standing inside the front desk.

But seeing his arrival, Vivian subconsciously covered her face with her hands, as if she was embarrassed.

Akto had no expression on his face and walked out of the Golden Rose Hotel amidst the greetings from the reception staff.

After leaving the door, I smelled the familiar disgusting smell again.

This reminded him of how in the Middle Ages in Europe, no one in the city was willing to work as a excrement collector. When the aristocrats' toilets were full, they all went to the streets to defecate.

In the end, the whole city smelled so bad that there was no place to set foot.

But those nobles still pretended to have elegant dances all day long. This gentleman invited that lady to dance.

A group of nobles who smelled like shit swallowed their anger and pretended to dance gracefully.

Well, that's a beautiful picture.

Thinking about it, Akto came to the station ticket office based on the city map provided by the hotel.

According to the information provided by the city map, the ticket office closes at five o'clock.

And now, Akto looked down at his watch, it was four forty-four.

The ticket office in Couric City is certainly more spectacular than that in the small market town. Only two of the four reception desks have lights on.

The light sign has the word "Business" written in green.

Walking up the steps, I saw no one in front of the ticket office.

"Do you have a ticket to Poke City?" Akto walked to one of the windows and said warmly.

The conductor in the ticket window was a slightly fat young woman, lowering her head and writing something like a daily work report.

When she heard the ticket-buying guests coming, she gently placed the quill on the edge of the ink cartridge and replied crisply: "Yes, a few."

The female conductor looked up and saw Akto. She was shocked and thought to herself, what a handsome little brother.

Akto felt relieved.

He thought there was no direct ticket from Couric City to Pok City and he would have to take another train.

It would be nice to have a direct connection, which would save a lot of trouble.

"How much?" Akto asked.

"Four hundred and sixty yuan." The fat conductor seemed to be very skilled in his business and answered the question without any hesitation.

Akto handed her a gold coin.

The conductor took it with both hands, checked it to confirm its authenticity, and put the gold coin in the drawer.

Then she counted the stack of banknotes back and forth three times, finally sorted them out, and handed them to Akto with both hands.

"This is one thousand five hundred and four, please check. There are also tickets, please take them." It was still a clear and capable voice.

Akto was in a good mood, took the banknotes and tickets, folded them and put them in the ring.

"Thank you." His compliment came from the bottom of his heart.

The conductor girl's face turned slightly red and she smiled politely: "Thank you."

Suddenly, a black light came with a shrill sound piercing the air, and the conductor girl's voice stopped abruptly.

Her neck had been pierced by a black feather arrow, and she was bleeding profusely.

The fat girl covered her neck with her hands and wanted to say something, but when she opened her mouth, she spat out a large mouthful of blood.

Akto's pupils shrank, turned to one side, and leaned his back against the ticket counter.

His eyes quickly searched around, and finally settled on the steps directly opposite.

"Dead people"

"Hurry and catch the suspect, don't let him escape."

Two impatient shouts were heard, and a group of magistrates had arrived, forming a semicircle around him.

There were about twenty people in this team of vigilantes, all wearing the same uniforms as today's Hannibal team, and they all had standard long swords on their left waists.

The door of a black car opened, and a foot wearing large leather shoes stuck out of the car, and then an old man with a big belly got out.

This elderly man is wearing a blue suit, with a puffy waist and hips, and thin limbs. He is the Director of Public Security, Viscount Bunier.

Immediately afterwards, another young man in ragged clothes got out of the car.

This young man had a thin cheek, shackled hands, and blue bruises on his face from being beaten. He was the young murderer captured by Hannibal.

Bunir pointed at Akto and said in a phlegm-like voice: "Are you talking about him?"

The young man nodded repeatedly and said firmly: "Yes, that's him."