Elven Reaper

But he found that he actually couldn't remember what that person looked like. When he thought about it carefully, he couldn't even remember what clothes that person was wearing or whether he was a boy or a girl.

The drunk man was shocked, patted his head again, and thought about it carefully.

But I still can't remember what the person who handed me this letter looked like.

The drunk man shook his head fiercely and said with a sad face: "By God of Light, Dean, I really forgot. What's going on? Normally my memory is not that bad."

"He gave me a gold coin first, and then gave me another gold coin after handing in the letter. I remember this very clearly."

Is this the blurring of specific memories? The old dean's expression was condensed.

Immediately, he took a deep breath and comforted him in a gentle voice: "It doesn't matter, it's not your fault. By the God of Light, this is probably a senior expert who doesn't want to reveal his name."

Then, the old dean took Bartlett to the door of the bar, then turned back and saluted into the bar.

"God of Light, I'm sorry for disturbing you." Bartlett also bowed his head and apologized.

As he spoke, he took out a handful of bills from his pocket, all of them thousand-yuan bills, and handed them to Bartlett.

Bartlet quickly took it with both hands and put it on the bar.

The purpose of this money is obvious, it is to compensate the dean for the property damage caused in the bar.

Then the two of them walked out of the bar as if they were lost and walked towards the monastery.

Only then did the drinkers in the bar realize that a commotion broke out.

A petite young woman wearing red patent leather high heels and a miniskirt walked up.

She is the proprietress of this bar.

As soon as the proprietress came to her senses, she seemed a little angry and scolded the bartender at the bar: "God of light, I think you look like banknotes. You even want the dean's money. Be careful when you go out and be snatched away by monsters."

After saying that, the petite and hot-tempered landlady stepped forward to grab the money on the bar, stepped on her red high heels, and chased her out.

In Vivian's cabin.

The room was about twenty square meters, with soft cushions on the floor, a small bed in the back, and a table beside the bed, which was filled with cosmetics.

On the other side of the door is a shoe rack with several pairs of clean and compact high heels, canvas shoes, sneakers, etc.

There is a clothes rack on the left. In addition to a professional suit, it is also filled with women's underwear and stockings with very little fabric.

The whole room exuded a refreshing fragrance.

But the only discordant thing is that on the inner side of the clothes hanger, a tiger-headed man is lying next to the wall, with his huge head tilted.

There were wounds everywhere on the body, especially on the chest and abdomen, which were even more horrific.

The blood flowing out of the wound had turned dark red due to too long time, soaking into the brightly colored cushions on the ground.

After Akto looked at it, he closed the door.

The old Sword King Edmund's body with a huge frame seemed to weigh nothing, and his furry head leaned lightly against the wall.

Edmund pulled out three or four pieces of underwear from the wound between the chest and abdomen. Although soaked with blood, he could still tell that they were small lace bras, clear stockings, and other small clothes.

The old Sword Emperor laughed weakly: "Little girl, you want to stop my bleeding. I am very grateful to you, but it is useless."

Vivian's pale face instantly turned red, and she said in a mosquito voice: "Your wound is too serious, I'm very panicked."

Edmund shook his head and smiled: "I can't survive anymore, Xiu broke my heart."

As he spoke, he opened his chest and saw a big bloody hole in his chest, empty inside.

Diao Aktuo thought, even without his heart, he could still run in from outside the city.

Warriors and magicians are different.

Magicians spend their entire lives cultivating their spiritual power, so a level 10 magician’s spiritual thoughts can survive even after death.

Like tonight's Duke, he directly seeks death first, and then relies on the final refined mental power to complete the casting of the Forbidden Curse Star Orbit Transformation.

This mechanism is a bit like the Death Song in League of Legends.

But warriors major in fighting spirit, which can be said to strengthen body functions and improve physical fitness.

As the core of the physical body, the heart is not only the source of a warrior's power, but also the source of life.

With his heart destroyed, even if he was as powerful as the Orc Sword King Edmund, he would still be unable to save himself and he would definitely die.

Vivian was frightened like a frightened kitten, hiding behind Akto, tugging at his sleeves, her long eyelashes blinking slightly, her light wheat-colored skin very pink.

Akto nodded and said in a calm voice: "So Mr. Sword Emperor just broke into the home of a girl living alone and waited for Xiu to seek revenge."

Akto's tone seemed to be a little unhappy.

Indeed, Xiu broke Edmund's heart with a punch, but Edmund also escaped from his grasp.

Although he knew that a soldier's heart would be broken and he would definitely die.

But according to Xiu's extremely cunning character, he would definitely follow him to Kurik City to confirm his life or death.

By then, if Xiu finds Edmund in Vivian's room, he will definitely kill Vivian and silence him.

This is the most typical example of water diverting water eastward, affecting fish in ponds.

You desperadoes are fighting, what’s wrong with this little girl?

Edmund shook his big and skinny tiger head and said with a smile: "I came here specifically to find you following your scent. I accidentally broke into the little girl's room. I'm sorry."

"Excellent young man, although I don't know which family you are from, you are indeed a genius. You also have a good heart, which is very valuable."

"Thank you for the compliment." Akto frowned slightly.

What do you mean by coming to me specifically?

"Don't worry, Xiu is almost dead after being struck by my sword. He won't seek revenge in the near future." Edmund said lightly.

Akto was slightly frightened. An epic powerhouse was so terrifying.

Even though he was injured like this, he could still severely damage Xiu who was at full level nine with one sword.

Every practitioner who can reach the epic level is not a good person.

Akto nodded and asked: "Mr. Sword Emperor, why did you come to me for something?"

Edmund said: "I want to ask you a question and I hope you can tell me."

Akto looked at Edmund's miserable state and felt a little faint in his heart.

On earth, tigers are nationally protected animals.

"You ask, and I'll try my best to answer," he said.

Edmund's tiger eyes were half-closed, and he made a purring sound in his throat: "Did you follow Duke's wishes and tell the Holy See of Light that Norton destroyed the seal of Hades and sniped Duke?"

Akto was slightly startled. He thought Edmund wanted to ask why he suddenly disappeared.

I didn't expect him to ask this.

Akto thought for a moment, thinking that Edmund's question was nonsense. If you want to kill Duke and silence him, you might as well kill me as well.

I definitely can't coddle you, and I will definitely report it to the Holy See of Light.

"Yes, I said it, is there any problem?" Akto also said in an understatement.