Elven Reaper

On one side, Akto's face instantly darkened. But he didn't say anything more and strode to the car as usual.

The bus manager, covering his mouth with a panicked expression, looked at the patrolman and then at the waiting room on the other side of the ticket gate.

Master Herbert is the eldest son of the city lord.

As a bus staff member who often travels between Pok City and Couric City, this administrator naturally knows the only son of Earl Robin, the lord of Couric City.

This young master had no talent for magic and was not willing to endure hardships to hone his fighting spirit. Finally, he chose a university that specialized in literature and art.

He often regarded himself as a poet and composed epic poems, hymns, and elegy.

But everyone who knows Master Herbert knows that Master Herbert is a "poet" when he is happy, and when he is unhappy, he turns back into a playboy in an instant.

It is said that, relying on his aristocratic status as the son of an earl, he often coerces and lures civilian girls, playing with their bodies and emotions, and then ruthlessly and disowns them when the time comes.

All in all, it has quite a reputation.

But this Young Master Herbert was very face-friendly. Whenever he talked about it to others, he would say that those commoner girls were attracted by his poetic talent and willingly devoted themselves to him.

Although the son of an earl was nothing at all in Poke City, where aristocratic predators gathered, it was obvious that a commoner like the bus manager could not afford to offend him.

The bus manager figured it out in an instant and said with a smile on his face: "Oh, sorry, I'm too talkative. Please apologize to Master Herbert for me. I'll get on the bus right now and stop shouting."

The bus manager turned around and ran towards the carriage door. Behind him, the patrolman put the iron stick on his shoulder and kicked him on the fat butt.

"Well, wouldn't it be great if you had recognized each other earlier?" After saying that, the patrolman seemed to have just done a small thing and turned to look at Akto.

Akto suddenly stopped and sighed inwardly, why the less he wanted to cause trouble, the more trouble he kept getting.

In front of him, two uniformed patrolmen were looking at him with ferocious smiles on their shoulders.

"You pretty boy, you offended someone you shouldn't have offended, and you still want to get away." One of the patrolmen pulled the brim of his hat back over his head and looked at Akto and said.

His head hadn't been washed for an unknown number of days, and the oily hair stuck together, revealing a scalp full of dandruff.

He also smelled strongly of tobacco and alcohol, and his otherwise good-looking dark blue uniform was dirty.

Akto looked at him and couldn't help but frowned.

Really bad smell

Before Akto could speak, he suddenly heard Vivian breaking through the thin iron door at the ticket gate and rushing towards the bus.

Behind her, Herbert's face was red, his eyes were wide open, he looked extremely angry, and he followed closely behind him.

Finally, Herbert caught up with Vivian, grabbed her slender wrist, and stopped her running forward.

"You little bitch, little bitch, you betrayed me," Herbert hissed at Vivian, the tendons in his neck bursting out and turning as red as his face.

Two lines of pink tears flowed down Vivian's face, and she defended with a pale face: "What are you talking about, betraying me, and I never promised to be with you."

"You actually asked a strange man to carry your luggage for you. Did you have sex with him for a few times in your little shabby room before asking him to help you pack your luggage?" Herbert continued to roar, It could be seen that the flames of jealousy were burning in his eyes.

"Then while packing your luggage, you put on this sexy underwear, had sex with him again, and then continued packing your luggage."

"What I'm saying is, I want to take you to live in the city lord's mansion, but you don't want to. I say I want to buy you a house in the city, but you don't want to either. You just like to live in that 20-square-meter rental house."

"It turns out you have a mistress."

Herbert's voice was hoarse, and the expression on his face became more and more distorted, with a dark blue light glowing on his face.

Vivian was startled, and her whole body was trembling: "You, you are talking nonsense. Mr. Akto is a family man, he is a very good person, so he didn't."

Herbert yelled "Ah" and suddenly slapped Vivian on the face.

The slap he gave out of rage was so hard that he whipped Vivian's slender body around several times before falling to the ground.

Vivian was sitting on the ground, with blood at the corner of her mouth, her vision was blurred, and her face was filled with confusion.

Looks like he was slapped. Akto sighed deeply and shook his head.

Herbert, this grandson, has the easily excited sensibility and brainstorming ability of a poet, but also has the violent tendencies of an animal.

In addition, he is a child of a noble family. It seems that if Vivian really listens to his father and marries him, then the rest of his life can be said to be jumping into a sea of ​​fire.

However, Herbert was reluctant and pointed at Vivian sitting on the ground: "Bitch, you would rather lick the ass of a pretty boy with a family than be nice to me. You are really a bitch to the core." "

"God of Light, what happened?" A slightly older voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone present looked towards the door of the ticket gate.

A man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties was running in panting.

This man is tall and thin, with a flat nose, a pair of cloudy brown eyes, sunken cheeks, a high hairline, and wrinkles on his forehead that extend directly into his scalp layer by layer.

He ran behind Herbert with a panicked look on his face, panting with his mouth half open, looking at Vivian on the ground, and then at Herbert with an angry look on his face.

"What are you doing to your old mother?" Herbert suddenly raised his leg and kicked the man in the stomach.

His leather heel, as hard as iron, dug hard into the soft belly of this tall and lanky man.

The tall and thin man was kicked to the ground and fell to his knees, clutching his abdomen in pain, and his face turned gray.

Sitting on the ground, Vivian's eyes regained clarity at this moment. She turned around and saw the scene in front of her. Her lips trembled and she called out weakly and clearly: "Father"

"Did you hear that, old Eller? Your baby girl is calling you father." Herbert stepped forward again and kicked the tall and lanky man Eller on the side.

"Your good daughter Vivian, she is a bitch, a bitch"

"She's worse than the old whore in the alley of the Pocket City Sailor Bar who paid fifty bucks a time. You know what, damn old Eller?"

Vivian's father, Lao Aile, rolled twice on the ground, his body bent like a shrimp.

He seemed to be suffering unspeakable pain, and cold sweat had accumulated on the lines on his forehead.

Herbert kicked Eller's lean shoulder again and continued to scold: "You are a humble commoner, but this young master made an exception and arranged a tax officer position for you. What do you think this young master is trying to do? "

"If it weren't for your promise to marry your daughter to me, I would have broken your limbs first, and then let you get out of the door of the Kulik City Tax Office."