As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

She was practically clinging to Roy's chest, her bright eyes, like autumn water, shimmering with a gentle light as she gazed up at him. Even without saying a word, her eyes seemed to be expressing silent emotions.

Watery eyes, a delicate body, a warm chest, and the jasmine fragrance mixed with a hint of sweetness.

The overly intimate distance made Roy dare not move.

The girl put her arms around his neck, exchanged glances with him, and leaned closer to him. This action was just like a young couple having a secret rendezvous!

In fact, many adventurers had been secretly watching the 'young couple' drinking.

In Roy's opinion, Nia's smile was even more charming than before, and shallow dimples appeared on her cheeks, which were flushed with tear glands, like a breeze blowing through spring water, so intoxicating.

Even the fight with the legendary thief did not disturb the heartbeat, but now it began to beat faster.

One of the three great illusions in life, this girl couldn't possibly...

At this moment, Nia suddenly reached out and pinched Roy's face, bringing him back to his senses.

"I told you this pendant suits you very well."

After saying that, she slipped out of his arms as lightly as a bird.

Nia picked up the mead that was placed aside, admired Roy's slightly embarrassed expression, and drank it happily.

Only the girl, whose cheeks were getting hotter and hotter, knew what a bold idea had just flashed through her mind.

It’s just that it’s not bad like this now, there’s no need to be too anxious... Nia was immersed in the sweetness and found a way out for herself to escape.

Knowing he had misunderstood, Roy drank his wine gloomily and swallowed the shameful thoughts.

"By the way, you seem to be in a good mood?" Roy noticed that the girl had been smiling since just now, and her mood was even happier than before.

Nia paused for a moment, turned around, and retracted her gaze from Roy. She pretended to be casual and said, "Of course. This adventure was exciting."

"You almost lost your life? You are so careless." Roy complained with some embarrassment.

Nia spread her hands nonchalantly: "It's okay."

The girl leaned out of the window, looked at the boundless, brilliant and vast starry sky above her head, and slowly stretched out a hand.

As if counting the beautiful moments along the way, Nia slowly counted on her fingers one by one.

"Jungle adventures, ancient castle ruins, vampire treasures, and even encountering a gang of thieves, eradicating evil..."

Nia paused, bathed in the bright and dreamy starlight, slowly turned around, and gave the boy a smile that was more brilliant and dazzling than the Milky Way.

"And, I met Master Sword Demon."

“So, I’m still very satisfied with this adventure.”

Just like he had been infected by her countless times, looking at the girl's charming smile, Roy also smiled sincerely along with the girl in front of him.

Compared to the Fate-Defying Node, the King's Certificate, and the reputation of the Sword Ghost, the elf girl's smile was nothing special. But Roy inexplicably felt that this was his greatest gain from this trip.

This adventure was enough for her to be satisfied.

"but......"

Nia suddenly lowered her eyes again, a trace of loneliness appearing on her face.

She scratched her cheek and smiled wryly, "It always feels a little lonely to think that such a great adventure is about to end."

Because I cherish it so much, I feel reluctant to let it go when it is about to end.

"Ah, sorry, that seems to ruin the atmosphere."

"No." Roy suddenly said.

Roy looked up at the night sky, a trace of nostalgia in his eyes: "There is a saying in my hometown, the end of a journey is the beginning of another story."

He turned back to look at the girl beside him and said softly, "So, even if this adventure is over, there will always be next time."

Nia was slightly stunned, and felt a surge of emotions in her heart that were more exciting than wandering in the sea of ​​stars.

That’s right, their adventure has just begun.

In the future, I can continue this kind of adventure with Roy.

Nia raised her eyebrows playfully: "Oh, so you will accompany me next time?"

Roy shrugged. "If I'm free."

The two looked at each other for a moment, and then laughed at the same time.

Under the starry sky, the boy and girl clinked their glasses, drank together, imagined the future, and made a promise that belonged only to them.

"Then I'll leave my next adventure to you, partner!"

"As long as someone doesn't despise me, a former 'scumbag' and a bad boy, that's all that matters."

"Uh, then, then this is not a misunderstanding..."

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On the same night, from the watchtower on the edge of the city, a row of giant eagles flew through the clouds and slowly descended from the darkness.

Coming down from the giant eagle were handsome men and beautiful women, one after another, wearing dark green cloaks, with pointed ears, delicate faces and slim figures.

The Giant Eagle is one of the few flying mounts in Viszea that can be tamed, besides the Gale Griffin. And in all of Viszea, only one unit can control this extremely intelligent beast.

The Greenwood Rangers are the direct subordinate unit of the Chief of the Green Council.

Elves are low-key and not common, but they are not uncommon in the Citadel, which is the center of Viszea, and are not too rare.

However, the arrival of the Greenwood Rangers, an elite force composed entirely of extraordinary people and representing a faction, attracted the attention of the guards of the academy.

However, after the guards officially received the rangers, they found that they had thought too simply.

This one is the heavyweight.

There was a woman among the Rangers.

A woman the guards would never mistake!

One of the leaders of the seven major factions in Vizea, the chief of the Emerald Council, that Janetia Jasmine, actually came to the Academy in person!

No matter what era, it is a big event for a leader of a country to visit another country.

However, Janetia is so low-key that it is hard not to be curious about the reasons behind it.

Is it a demon invasion? Or has a scourge-level monster awakened? Is Viszea about to go to war?!

The mere moment of identity verification was enough to make the guards of the academy have one terrible thought after another flash through their minds.

Of course, as guards, no matter how curious they were, they didn't dare to ask about Janetia's purpose.

However, as the captain of the city wall guards, he had to bite the bullet and say a few more words due to his duties.

"Master Chief, may I ask what brings you to the Citadel?"

Chapter 81: Believers of the Mother Goddess

The air was extremely stiff and Janetia's expression was extremely cold.

In order not to offend this man, who was practically the most powerful person in Viszea, the captain, who was sweating profusely, quickly bowed and smiled apologetically: "I, I was just going through the motions. The chief has important matters of his own, and we will not interfere!"

Janetia, with a stern face, pursed her lips slightly, and finally just sighed softly, turned her head and said nothing.

I came to catch the rebellious daughter who ran away from home—

How could she possibly say something so shameful to an elf?!

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The thieves' group was originally a loose organization. With the death of Andy [Black Claw], the thieves' group, which was once one of the seven major forces in the Academy City, also scattered like birds and beasts and collapsed overnight.

In fact, the underground tavern belonging to the thieves was very hidden and has not been exposed to the sun to this day.

Although the remaining thieves are not as elite as those who went to explore the bloodstone, there are also some extraordinary people among them. If they can unite, they will still be a force that cannot be underestimated.

Unfortunately, after losing their leader, the uncooperative gang of thieves started fighting in the underground tavern that night in order to fight for the treasure.

Swords flashed and blood flowed like a river.

Only the female cultist in the green robe stood silently aside, at the center of the slaughter, but she was not moved at all, as if all this had nothing to do with her.

Until the battle finally came to a conclusion, an old thief of Sequence 8 and a dozen of his good brothers completely eliminated their competitors and inherited all the legacy of the thieves' group.

In the eyes of the old thief, he also inherited this woman.

The church and the seven major forces always portray the cultists as mysterious and evil.

But so what?

Who doesn’t have an arm and two legs?

It's such a waste to leave a woman alone and not play with her.

"You little bitch, that broken stone of yours killed our leader and so many brothers. It's amazing that you still have the guts to stay here."

The old thief came in front of him, holding a blood-stained sword. The tip of the sword fell on the beautiful and plump chest under the robe with evil interest, and it spun slightly.

Ordinary women would be frightened to tears, while adventurers and female knights would stare back in humiliation and unwillingness. But no matter which type they are, they would end up crying and begging for mercy until he got tired of playing with them and chopped them off.

But this woman is obviously mentally unstable.

"All mortals are mortal, but the Mother Goddess lives forever."

"[Black Claw] Andy's faith in the Mother Goddess is not sincere enough, and he will ultimately be unable to escape the suffering of this world."

No one expected that this guy would still be in the mood to preach at this time. The thieves looked at each other in confusion, and then burst into laughter.

As expected of a cultist! He must be a bit ill!

The old thief laughed so hard that he almost couldn't straighten his back. After he finally finished laughing, he raised his sword again and put it on the other person's neck.

"Little bitch, how about this, if you serve me well, I will believe in your teachings."

The green-robed woman raised her lips slightly with a playful look: "Serve?"

"You mean the pleasure-seeking between men and women, am I understanding correctly?"

"Yes, yes, you know what to do, right?" The old thief licked the corner of his mouth and his breathing became heavy.

His good brothers couldn't even wait to unbuckle their belts and join in this lewd and violent act.

"Of course. Unlike that hypocritical Holy Light, our sect strongly supports the movement to spread harmony in life. This is the will of the Mother Goddess and the law of nature."

As the green-robed woman spoke, she stretched out her little hands and began to undress.

The old thief stared at the beautiful and graceful body in front of him, and there was almost a fire burning in his eyes.

But then, his lust was completely extinguished, and his wide-open eyes were replaced by deep fear.

The old thief finally understood why the church and the seven major forces regarded them as "non-human beings".

The robe fell off, and what was exposed was not the beautiful body he had imagined, but——

"Damn, you weirdo...!"

Before he could raise his sword, a vine wrapped around him like a giant python, leaving him no room for struggle. The woman with long hair chuckled, a strange, uninflected laugh like the creaking of dead wood.

Then she raised her little hand, and with amazing strength, she straightened the old thief's jaw and pried open his mouth.

"Mortal, isn't this what you want?"

Under the old thief's horrified gaze, the woman kissed him playfully.

A sticky yellow-green liquid flowed uncontrollably between her lips and teeth. Green mycelium surged in the woman's mouth, happily spreading into the old thief's body, which was extremely horrifying.

This terrifying scene, which was beyond their understanding, frightened the thieves to death on the spot.

They didn't dare to rescue people, and some of them didn't even have time to tie their belts before fleeing.

But as soon as they pushed open the door of the bar, they found that the door was filled with green-robed cultists like the woman!

"Go away!"

The thieves brandished their weapons in despair and anger.

The swords pierced their bodies easily, splashing foul and foul mucus. But these cultists felt no pain at all, and rushed towards them despite the swords piercing their bodies.

"No......!"

The thieves were knocked to the ground one after another, their mouths were pried open, and they received the same treatment as the old thief.

These lawless villains finally experienced the same pain as the women they bullied.