The world of sword and magic

A tall demon swordsman yawned seemingly bored. Frankly speaking, if it wasn't for lack of money, he would rather take on some more difficult tasks than escort the caravan to the capital of the demons. The boring commission in the city of Nar - for the sake of food, lodging and remuneration, Navet compromised with his inner adventurous thoughts.

But he, Werther Oli, is still very dedicated. He didn't slack off at the guard work he should do, and he also repelled a few small thieves who tried to attack the caravan until he followed No. 13 of the caravan from the caravan The captain, who was also his employer for this mission, learned that new guards would join the journey today, and Navet's listless look was wiped away.

"It seems that this journey will not be too boring." Navit said so, because the rest of the journey will reach Kanal in two weeks, but his employer has found a new manpower, as a An experienced businessman who leads a team will not waste money on guards casually, and the increase in manpower today can only represent one thing - this mission is definitely more exciting than he imagined.

"What is the occupation of the rookie?"

"Archer, besides, he is a half-elf. Navet hopes that you and him can get along as peacefully as possible. After all, he is the best man I can find so far." Caravan Captain Benoit looked worried.

Benoit's worry was not without reason. Elves have always been a xenophobic race, especially the demons, and the demons actually couldn't understand the pretentious elves.

"Hey, captain, you can tell the newcomer about this when the time comes, we've known each other for a while, you should also know that I don't care about those little things, and since I'm a half-elf, I don't think my appearance will be that bad, I never make things difficult for beauties," Navit said fiercely, and then added, "Whether male or female."

Benoit smiled wryly for a while, "That's true... But Navitte, you should restrain yourself, otherwise I have to tell the newcomers to stay away from you." During this journey, Benoir fully experienced that Navitte The severity of beauty control.Although the Demons have always been famous for their boldness and straightforwardness in showing love, it was the first time in his more than [-] years of life that he saw a Demon man as direct and passionate as Navet. Even if you have the perseverance to strike up a conversation with the other party, although it is not to the point where you will be regarded as a pervert, but...it is very close.

In the afternoon of that day, the half-elf archer came to the hotel where the caravan was staying. Although Benoit had not seen the face of the half-elf archer he hired, nor had he seen the elf with his own eyes, but seeing When he showed up, he was stunned for a moment. It was so beautiful. This was his first thought. Although the archer was a half-elf, he looked more like an elf than a human in appearance. He was so handsome. His appearance and tall and slender physique may even make people feel a little fragile at first glance, but that is only the first impression. If you observe more carefully, you will find that although his figure is slender, it is not thin but strong and powerful.

A well-traveled businessman, Benoit quickly found his focus.

"I am the captain of the caravan, Benois, and you are welcome to join, Siledras." Benois said in fairly standard Elvish language.

The archer smiled at this, and responded with a very standard human language.

"You can just call me Schiller. I know that for people of other races, the names of elves are not easy to pronounce." Without the arrogance of the legendary elves, Schiller's performance can even be said to be approachable.

On the contrary, the other members of the caravan were still surprised and unable to recover after Schiller entered the door. Firstly, it was because Schiller's appearance was too eye-catching; The difference between the elves is so great that even Navet, who would habitually strike up a conversation with a beautiful woman, stood aside and just looked at Schiller stupidly, without any actions or words at all.

Navitt seemed to be petrified, even though others had gotten used to the initial shock, he still looked silly until a pleasant and unfamiliar voice woke him up.

"Navette, don't you want to pack your luggage? We're about to set off soon." Navete found the new archer Schiller when he came back to his senses, and said to him with a teasing smile, "I know I look pretty good, but this is the first time a man looks at me and sees me in a daze, the captain called you several times but you didn't hear him, he said if you don't leave, he will leave you alone!"

Navitt looked at the light figure and left briskly after saying these few words. He immediately packed his luggage at a fast speed and rushed to the already impatient crowd.

"Sure enough, beauties have an advantage when they speak. My old man's voice is almost hoarse. You still ignore that Werther." Benoit shook his head exaggeratedly, and everyone laughed when they heard it. Wa is too modest. He does not look old in his 40s, but has the charm of a mature man; Navitt felt a little embarrassed to apologize to everyone after hearing this ridicule, and the group continued on the road.

Navette himself also doesn't understand why he is so abnormal. He likes beauties, yes, but he just admires them. It's not like others misunderstand that seeing one loves another, but he doesn't bother to explain clearly and let others misunderstand. In the past, Navette Never been so groggy.

Is he really tempted?To someone...meeting for the first time?Navitt glanced at Schiller secretly. At this time, Schiller was observing the surrounding situation with a quite natural expression. Then he suddenly picked up the bow and shot two arrows at the tree in the distance. There were two figures planted on the tree. At that time, Schiller's eyes were as sharp as a falcon, and Navette was secretly surprised that Schiller could detect the murderous intent at a distance of 150 meters. It was really admirable, although he thought he could concentrate It can be done, but if you want to be as nonchalant as Schiller, Navitt thinks it is impossible to do it.

When the group came in front of the two people who were lying on the ground with arrows in their legs, Benoir's face was a bit ugly, because he recognized the scorpion marks on the clothes of the two people, which belonged to the famous thief "Black Scorpion" nearby. Underhand, Benoist sighed.

"Captain, do you want to silence these two people directly? Or should you ask them why they came?" It was Navit who spoke.

Benoit shook his head in frustration, "You don't need to ask, Black Scorpion Skylan's subordinates won't reveal anything..."

Before they finished speaking, a sudden change occurred, and the two men suddenly showed strange smiles, with blood dripping from their mouths, while Schiller quickly took out a throwing knife from his arms and shot at the feet of Benoit and Navitt. Two handfuls passed, and the two black scorpions were nailed to the ground, less than ten centimeters away from the two of them. At this moment, they couldn't help but feel a chill. If Schiller hadn't been alert and fast enough, they would probably ...

"Captain, can you tell us the details? I don't want to die in ignorance." Schiller said calmly, "Not many people know that the name of the black scorpion is Skylan, unless it is an adventurer like Navit or me, Ordinary businessmen shouldn’t know the name of Black Scorpion, let alone call him Black Scorpion Skylan.”

It was obviously a noisy day, but at this time everyone was very silent, as if they were afraid of disturbing something, they looked at their caravan captain Benoit in unison.