Praise of the Light to the Dark Knight

The longer the time dragged on, the more sense of existence the ropes tied to the body became. They showed themselves on the chest, waist and even the inner thighs, but they were far from enough to make people feel satisfied. The skin on the wrists directly touched the rough skin. The hemp rope became an almost unbearable itch.

"Stop playing...it was my mistake, please come here quickly!" Yalan begged in a low voice, but Etjaye, who was sitting by the side, turned into some kind of ruthless judge. The guilty plea was not satisfied.

It wasn't a satisfying accident that they were interrupted when they were approaching the peak of their joy. Now that they had finally dealt with those messy things, the two of them could close the door and do whatever they wanted... But Et Gaya didn't cooperate?

Yalan looked at him sadly, his legs rubbed against each other unconsciously, but no matter how he invited, Etgaya was like an ascetic ascetic in a monastery, completely unmoved, his concentration was so good that even paladins would be ashamed ——

"Et Gaya!" Yalan yelled.

"What?" Et Gaya showed a caring smile, with a look of asking for warmth, "What's the matter?"

"You won." Yalan announced aggrievedly.

The knight rested his chin on one hand, and twirled his fingers on the armrest of the seat with the other—usually his action would affect Alan's chest—so Alan stared at the finger directly and longingly, and licked his lips. : "Come here quickly... Can't I please?"

Atgaya asked in bewilderment, "What are you begging me for?"

"You failed to imitate Aite!" Yalan glared at him, her wet eyes were not at all deterrent, "It's not my fault that people bumped into me halfway, who wanted to do it in the library? I haven't done it yet." It's your fault! It's your fault that you were doing your hands and feet in the library and ran away halfway through it!"

This makes sense.

Atgaya finally moved his rooted buttocks and moved to the side of the bed. As soon as he came over, Yalan took the initiative to lean on him. Dark elves are never reserved on the bed, so it is really difficult for the knight who wants to continue to pretend test.

"Who told you not to take me with you when you run." Etjaye said, taking advantage of the opportunity to catch the elf who threw himself into his arms.

The elf used his warm and warm body to constantly challenge Atgaya's rationality, even flattering him. He lay on Etgaya's shoulder, and his warm breath softly brushed against his ears. Before starting to work again, he had uncontrollably torn the elf's clothes into a mess, because the clothes were still tied with ropes, and the clothes couldn't be taken off. The cloth and the thick ropes left bright red marks on the white body, which It made the scene look even worse.

"I promise, I will take you to teleport with me next time, and I will never count on this kind of thing again." Ya Lan said with a smile.

"Then we can't just let it go this time!" Etjaye said, "Do I seem to be such a talkative person?"

Yalan tilted his head, rubbed Et Gaya's shoulder, and said, "Didn't they say that you were suspected of raping the priest with brutal means? Now you can completely make this accusation come true... um... yes... that's the place... You can push harder..."

He closed his eyes in satisfaction, but the movement of Etgaya's hands stopped, and he remembered what he had sworn in his heart-the bastard elf would never want to live so comfortably again!

He suddenly hugged the elf and leaned against the cushion, and Yalan looked at him confusedly and suspiciously.

"You do it yourself!" Etgaya showed a sincere smile, pinched Yalan's buttocks through the clothes, and said leisurely, "It's time for me to lie down and enjoy it today. Come by yourself, as for tomorrow Whether I'm still angry or not depends on how you behave."

As he said that, he unbuttoned his clothes very naturally, took off his pants, and also helped Yalan by the way. The two naked thighs were next to each other, and the temperature of each other was very warm.

Yalan stared at him for a while, then shook her head helplessly: "Alright, alright, as I said, you won today."

He lowered his head, bit Et Gaya's shoulder lightly, then relaxed his body and sat down obediently.

……

When Sissel came in through the window, he saw a sturdy knight with only a bath towel on his waist wiping his hair. Water drops flowed down his undulating muscles. Some old scars from years of battle made him full of charm ——

Sissel just turned around and faced the wall—just kidding, no matter how good your figure is, you can't just look around, it's the private property of the high priest's family!

He heard Et Gaya laugh and went to get dressed, and then his upright and selfless high priest teacher, who was known all over the continent...with a quilt around his waist, he lay on the bed without feeling ashamed at all.

How he wished that when he entered the room, he saw a teacher praying in front of the idol as usual, instead of a lost elf who was showing off his strange marks and was obviously just satisfied!

"Teacher! It's not dark yet!" Sissel said with a half-smile, "Your students come and go in the wind and rain, and go to various dangerous places to conduct investigations, while you and your lover keep the door closed in broad daylight." Don't do serious things in the house!"

"Because I believe in the students' abilities!" Yalan praised her students without hesitation.

At this moment, Sissel was actually wearing a taupe slim-fitting robe, as if he was a mage scholar in the Silver Heart Fortress of the Sanctuary of Truth.

Etjaya, who had changed his clothes, also recognized Sissel's outfit, and took a second look in novelty.Although the Silver Heart Fortress has long lost its grandeur as the capital of secret recipes and the arcane orb in the southern mountains, an ancient mage institution in the fortress has been preserved—the Temple of Truth, with research scholars as the main staff group of mages.

Sissel showed off to the teacher with a smile: "I am a scholar of the Temple of Truth, and the name I use is Xivir."

Seeing Etjaye's surprised gaze, Sissel clarified: "This is a real and effective identity, my own identity, not an impostor! As I said, a good assassin must have various identities to suit various occasions , I was a trainee in the Sanctuary of Truth 13 years ago, and I have been staying outside for the reason of studying abroad."

Et Gaya hooted: "Then you have so many identities, which one is the real you?"

Sissel was taken aback, and spread her hands: "It's all true."

Ategaya declined to comment.

"What did you find?" Yalan asked.

"Many scholars in the Temple of Truth are missing... When the Mage Tower in the previous fortress was activated by the Annihilation Sect, several military mages from the Imperial Legion and several archaeologists from the Temple of Truth were sucked out of their magic power and life, and died. These people and many scholars are missing. Although the outside of the fortress was chaotic for a while, the offensive inside the city was limited to the four mage towers. These scholars disappeared without any contact with the mage towers."

"Reported to the Sheriff?"

Sissel nodded: "Yes, but it's useless. You know, the Catilla family doesn't like magic, and those in power don't like it. Who would take a group of research-oriented scholars and mages seriously? The church even said that if they could If the Haines family is stationed in the fortress, then the prosperity of the secret art king capital may reappear."

"That's it?" Yalan questioned.

Sissel shook her head: "Of course it's more than that. My investigation found that there should be a large space under the Catilla family cemetery, but I didn't find the entrance."

Etjaye said: "Would Mavis be locked there? Kevin launched the Revenant to search the fortress for him, but nothing was found at all."

"It's very possible." Sissel said, "There is a magic barrier in that space. If the necromancer drives the soul to search, it will definitely be blocked back. Only the mage himself can find it, and the tricky thing is where is the entrance at all?" have no idea."

Atgaya said indifferently: "Explode."

"Don't even think about it!" The priest shook his head because of the knight's violent thinking, Sissel retorted, "The terrain of the Silver Heart Fortress is dangerous, it is a valley between two mountains, and the cliff is a mountain break that has been weathered for thousands of years. Destroying an underground space, aren't you afraid that the ground will collapse and the landslide will bury the whole city alive?"

Yalan grabbed her clothes and jumped off the bed: "Come on, let's go and have a look."

The Silver Heart Fortress has been guarded by the Catilla family for a hundred years. This family has multiplied here, so the cemetery of several generations has been moved here. The cemetery of the fortress is at the foot of the unified mountain, and the tombs of the Catilla family are separated by a separate fence. , but also in the area.

There is a flower bed square at the main entrance of the cemetery, and in the center stands a statue of a gentle woman in a long cloak and hood, holding a bouquet of flowers, and a flock of lambs at her feet.

"The female form of the God of Light...or, in people's imagination, the female form of the God of Light." Sissel said, "The God of Light has no gender, but believers are very happy to imagine that He is a benevolent goddess who holds Flowers lead the dead to the garden of the gods."

Having said that, the two priests still bowed to the statue, and even Et Gaya saluted the jaws of the statue of the God of Light.

"Femininity does not equal kindness." Yalan said, "For example, the goddess of annihilation, who is a secondary god with gender, or the false god spider queen who once bewitched the dark elves ten thousand years ago."

He put his hands on the ground, feeling the spiritual fluctuations in the soil under his palms——

"It's very cleverly hidden." Yalan said, "A piece of land that has been used as a cemetery for a long time will inevitably gather the breath of the dead and the thoughts of relatives. These emotions well cover up the fluctuations in the ground. There is indeed a magic barrier hidden underneath. , protecting some kind of very wide space.”

He hesitated for a while: "But, what exactly does Duke Katilla want to do? This shouldn't be something he can do, he's just an average fighter."

"Teacher, you should have heard of blood sacrifice?"

Yalan was startled: "That's a sorcery that only evil gods would accept!"

Et Gaya said: "It's like many ignorant tribes in the snowy mountains in the north were bewitched by false gods and barbaric gods, believed in evil gods, and were asked to sacrifice with living blood? As we guessed, the kidnapped imperial princes The princess may have to face the same thing?"

Sissel replied: "No, this one is a bit different, teacher, there is a kind of barbaric god sacrifice, who will ask the inheritor of his bloodline to offer his blood relatives, and then the god accepts the sacrifice, and will inject evil power into his body, wake him up."

Yalan said: "The power of the innate bloodline comes from an evil god? Yes, there are such records in history... Those families with the bloodline of the evil god disappeared as early as the last God Era, and... the Kadila family It is clearly recorded in the genealogy that their bloodline power comes from the God of War! The God of War is not an evil god, he is the balance god of the neutral camp!"

"A nobleman's face project?" Et Gaya smiled disdainfully, "Who would write in their family tree that 'my bloodline comes from a super evil evil god'? Just like the Anleil family, the bloodline power comes from not taking Any Balrog that can be on the stage will be twisted into a 'God of Fire and Lava'."

"Mevis... may the God of Light have mercy..." Yalan said, "No matter what, we must find the entrance as soon as possible and rescue him!"