"Damned little girl! Hardy pulled out his double-headed sword from behind his back. "I''ll


    teach her a lesson!"


    ''Wait! Vincent was overwhelmed by the soldier''s gesture. He pulled out from his sleeve the


    badge he had found at the scene of the little angel''s disappearance and found that they were


    exactly the same.


    "What for? Why stop me? She''s no match for me! '' Hardy shouted angrily at Vincent.


    Mark jumped off the lizard''s back and joined the mage. "Take it easy, Hardy. Vincent must


    have a good reason for this."


    Vincent looked at the soldier who was slowly calming down and threw the two badges into


    his hands. "Look, one is the one she just gave us, and the other is from the place where the


    angel disappeared. Do you know why it is not time to teach her a lesson now?"


    ''Is she the one who kidnapped the angel? Or are they in cahoots? Doesn''t that make it all the


    more reason for us to bring her in and torture her?" Hardy rolled up his sleeves and went


    after Shelley.


    "Take it easy. You have to think. It is because of this emblem that their first family will not be


    the ones who kidnapped the angel Sokka. Dark elves are so good at disguises, do you think


    they would leave such obvious clues for others to find?"


    ''Yes, you''re right. That Shelley''s acting work was great. They. So, someone''s trying to frame


    the family? So we can go and find their enemies? '' Hardy rehung the double-headed sword


    into its sheath on his back.


    "I don''t think it''s going to be that simple. The dark elves are not so stupid as to see past this


    simple framing trick..."


    ''So there''s a third wave of people who want to play both sides against each other so they can


    benefit?'' Hardy said for a moment.


    "You can think of that, but not the dark elves? It''s not that simple. '' Vincent rubs his brow. The


    matter has become more and more troubling since the discovery that it may have been the


    First family who had been framed.


    "Come on, come on, I don''t want to... What a waste of brain. I''ll just do whatever you say from


    now on, and I''ll save myself the trouble. Leave the tiring work to your master. I will only be


    responsible for splitting the enemy in front of me in two pieces to solve the problem."


    "I knew you were going to say that, but now we should find a place to settle down and get


    rid of all the goods behind us. And the jewels in the tower. Sell anything that''s not useful."


    Vincent walks slowly forward with his lizard.


    "Well, I''ll ask if there are any good hotels in Lille." Mark hurried over to the Halfling caravan.


    Not long after Shelley enters the city, she returns to the First family compound. It was a manor


    house, or a fortified battle fort, next to the Blackcrystal Tower. The whole house was protected


    by a fence made of pure gold, and from hidden corners there were fierce eyes, not only


    patrolled by soldiers of the Strange Fighter Lizards.


    Being the first family, for all its glory, has its threats. The dark elves behind them would want


    to outdo them, and if they could weaken the First Family, they would set off a shock in the


    city of Prudence, so that both minor and advanced families would have a chance to fish in


    troubled waters. The only thing to be careful of is the dagger that might come from behind


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    muddy water or fish.


    Shelley wades through the family door and floats slowly toward the nobleman''s residence on


    the second floor. The soldiers on patrol bowed their heads humbly as they watched the drow


    float in the air. But as she floated into the main building, she spat on the glowing moss.


    Shelley walked on the soft carpeting of animal skin, the comfortable touch of which eased


    some of the strain on the soles of her feet. It had been expected that Vincent would soon


    reach the city of Prudence, but it took him nearly a month to get out of the Grey Dwarves.


    That is how long he has lived in the petrified lizards'' habitat. It''s a good thing my kung fu is


    good, otherwise I would have died there. This more than a month will be tired to death.


    But Shelley was impressed by a character who beat her head-on. It was especially valuable


    that the character was also a mage, so that her plan could succeed. However, Vincent''s


    wariness is as strong as his magic, so don''t go to him easily. By the way, try to force him to


    perform some difficult tasks. If he dies, it means that he is of no practical use and can be


    discarded; If he completes them, he will have exercised and improved his ability to serve


    himself better; If he can not finish and seek for himself, then I can hold him in the palm of my


    hand, let him become my puppet; And even if he refuses the task, I can use the power of my


    family to force him to give in.


    "Well, you are already in the palm of my hand!" Shelley hummed.


    "Thinking what? Half-blood? '' A cold voice sounded in Shelley''s face. It was the Chapman''s


    second daughter, Shelley''s sister Zeena, who spoke these words. She was a harsh Drow


    minister who loved nothing more than to use her sexy body and her skilled spell-charms to


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    interesting prey. Ever since she graduated from her temple worship course to become the


    third chaplain of her family, an unknown number of Drow warriors have become her toys.


    Even toys have an expiration date, but the ones Zena handles are notoriously vulnerable to


    damage, and their cold, dry bodies are often found in sewers and garbage dumps. The Drow


    killed in this way always looks old, as if their whole lives have been lost in one night. Zeena,


    on the other hand, would appear more youthful and physically attractive than ever.


    Privately, many people refer to her as a "sucker." As for Shelley''s nickname, "Half-blood


    madman"...


    "What did you get out of being away for almost three months? Did you see a handsome guy


    again?" Zeena said, putting out her tender tongue and licking her soft red lips, as if recalling


    some ecstasy.


    "Oh, it''s you slut!" Shelley stood in front of his sister, but always looked slightly shorter and


    thinner than her. But that slender figure was the source of Shelley''s speed and skill. Unlike her


    sister, the priest, she had a phalanx of soldiers standing in front of her to protect her, and the


    task was done with a wave of two spells. She needed dexterity to dodge enemy attacks, not


    strength to wear sturdy protective armor.


    "Do you think I''m like you, who let men creep on me all day and make pig-like noises? Oh,


    yes, you''ve never been out of town, and you don''t know what a pig is. Next time I''m free to


    bring you one from the Halfling caravan, you''ll see." Shelley said scornfully.


    "Oomph! I don''t know your fancy ideas for your little hooves? Come on, do you want the


    sorcerer this time or not? He looks very strong to me. If you don''t, you''re in my way, and I''d


    really like to see what''s so special about a guy who can take you away for three months. By


    the way, the soldier beside him is a strong man, and he must look tough; And that little dwarf,


    he looks so cute."


    "So you know a lot, don''t you? If a half-orc came in, you''d know how many hairs he had, by


    the spies?" Shelley scowled. Although she had long expected that the news of a mage in town


    would never be hidden for long, she did not expect to be known by her sister so soon, so that


    her actions will speed up.


    "Do you think I have driven away all the waiters around me like you, and live alone in a big


    empty room? What a poor person I am..." Zeena shrugged her shoulders, her voice sad, but


    her hands brushed her long silver hair and her eyes smiled. "My dear sister, don''t think I don''t


    know what you''re up to. You''re a half-blood bastard who should have died a long time ago.


    It''s a real pollution to have you walking around this big room. Don''t think that just because


    you don''t have any guards around you, your mother thinks you''re not a threat. Ha ha, who


    here does not know your little plan?"


    Shelley looked at his sister, her face flushed with excitement. It must have been great. But his


    sister, on the other hand, would not have been so bored as to wait in the hallway and laugh


    at herself for fun. She must have something else up her sleeve.


    Shelley decided to ignore her for the time being and let Zeena blow by as if she were a wind


    that didn''t exist. Shelley smiled, gave her sister a dark Elf greeting and strode past her.


    Zeena didn''t say anything more.


    Shelley took two steps to see that his sister had not continued to run her verbal runs. If she


    wanted to get her hand in the first place, she should have nagged. Those little words you just


    said mean nothing. There was only one thing that could be said: Zeena had just been bluffing,


    afraid of an attack of her own and preempting it with this vicious remark, which put Shelley''s


    doubts and defenses in her mind to ensure her own safety.


    And so Shelley''s sword was sheathed. A black shadow flashed through the air, then quickly


    disappeared into her sheath. Only then was there a slight "hum" of vibrating air, and a column


    of blood soared into the air, splashing on the stuffed prey hanging on the wall. A stout, darkskinned arm fell to the ground.


    The blood of the dark elves, also red, was dripping from Zeena''s left arm and trickling down


    the floor, staining the carpet of hides red. But these things, as they looked through the eyes


    of the dark elves in the dark passage, had no bright colors; Only the bright white of


    temperature.


    Zena clenched her teeth in pain and watched Shelley pull away. With her right hand, she


    picked up her severed arm and placed it in the shoulder wound. Cold sweat streamed down


    her forehead, the muscles in her face twitched, the blue veins protruding from her neck, and


    the pain began to paralyze her nerves, but Zeena struggled to finish the spell. On her left


    shoulder, the broken skin began to reattach, the bones to each other. After a while, the arm


    was back to its original shape -- but it took a few days of recuperation before it really came


    back to life, and now there were no signs of injury.


    Shelley had disappeared into the hallway of the room.


    Zeena smiled triumphantly as she watched her sister disappear. "This is the way you think..."