Elven Reaper

Vivian is a girl with a relatively small frame. Although she looks thin, she feels fleshy to the touch.

Akto couldn't help but think that this girl had a similar figure to Aaliya. If she was developed in the future, she would probably be just as soft.

The large areas of her exposed skin glowed with the pink glow unique to girls, and her whole body also exuded a light fragrance.

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Vivian let out a sweet cry, one of her slippers flew up, and her little head hit Akto's chest.

Her thick, soft long hair was divided into two bunches, brushing against Akto's hand, and the back of her neck was covered with soft golden hair.

At the same time, Akto raised his hand, gently grabbed the slipper that flew up in his hand, and threw it to the ground.

Vivian looked up and saw that it was the handsome guy with a unique temperament that she had longed for. Her originally pale face turned red.

"It's actually your husband." Vivian's tone was filled with surprise and joy.

Akto nodded, frowned slightly, and said softly: "Be careful when walking."

Akto's hand was still holding Vivian's arm. She was immersed in the wonderful feeling of skin-to-skin contact with the admired man, and her face turned red again.

Stay where you are for a moment.

Akto suddenly gasped and quickly straightened Vivian's body, making sure she wouldn't fall before letting go of her hand.

Because he suddenly saw that the source of the trickle of blood on the ground was actually the room where Vivian rushed out.

This chick kills people. The first thought came to Akto's mind.

At this time, Vivian also suddenly remembered her business, patted her head with her soft little hands, and exclaimed: "Ah, sir, a seriously injured person entered my room. I want to go to Guangming Monastery to ask for a priest. First, Sorry."

A man comes in who is seriously injured.

Akto had a very bad idea in his mind.

Sure enough, the next moment, a light voice came from the room where Vivian rushed out.

"No need to invite, little girl. Let this magician come in, I have something to say." This was the voice of the Orc Sword King Edmund.

Akto had two more black lines on his brow.

What the hell, is the ghost still here?

Vivian looked at Akto and then at her hut, feeling confused.

In that bar.

The old dean of Guangming Monastery suddenly opened the front door of the bar and walked into the bar where people were drunk and drunk.

Behind him was Bartlet.

The bar fell silent for a moment.

The space in the bar is airtight, filled with smoke, and the air is mixed with the smell of alcohol, sweat, and cosmetics.

There was a waiter in a vest, cleaning up the vomit with a look of disgust on his face.

There are also waiters putting empty wine bottles into cartons.

A couple of shirtless drinkers were sucking off a young woman.

At this moment, time seemed to have stood still. The dean was dressed in white robes, and there was a trace of anxiety on his usually elegant and gentle face.

The dean saluted the people in the bar and shouted eagerly: "God of light, may I ask who sent the letter to the monastery just now?"

No one in the bar answered him, and after a brief silence, a sudden uproar erupted again.

Interspersed with ear-splitting whistles and screams.

"Dean, come and have some fun."

"Give our dean a set of ninety-nine nectars for my treat."

"Dean, you are so handsome."

"Dean, can we do some multi-person sports together in the evening?"

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The young men and women in the bar were obviously having fun.

In the city of Kulik, the abbot and monks of the monastery are probably far more famous than the officials of the public office.

The monks in the monastery are very kind and have always upheld the spirit of chivalry and helped the weak.

They are also very approachable and have won the trust and love of civilians.

The dean has always been a kind and generous old man. He has always kept himself clean and has won the respect of the citizens.

But now the dean actually came to the bar. It was like an old monk with a white beard who had practiced Zen all his life and suddenly went to a brothel to have fun.

This contrasting excitement instantly set off the atmosphere in the bar.

These scantily clad men and women teased the dean crazily.

The expression on the dean's face became more and more urgent, and he shouted loudly: "I'm not here to play, I really have something very important."

But the noisy atmosphere in the bar did not calm down, but intensified.

Several girls with heavy makeup came over in a charming manner, surrounding him and pulling on the director's arms.

The woman's exposed skin formed a sharp contrast with the dean's white monastic uniform.

There were two other girls hugging Balit's strong body. Balit looked confused and his body froze.

The dean's skinny face had a look of extreme anxiety. He turned to look at Barit and asked in a hurried tone: "God of light, my child, you said the person who delivered the letter to you was a drunkard, right?"

Bartlett nodded quickly: "Yeah, yeah."

After receiving the confirmation, the dean thought again and realized that this bar seemed to be the only place near the monastery, and there was no other place to get drunk.

He turned to the people in the bar and shouted: "Please be quiet for a moment, I need to find someone. The God of Light is above, this is very important, please."

But what he got back was eardrum-piercing screams and whistles.

The dean stamped his feet anxiously, and suddenly his eyes flashed with light, and he shouted: "Please be quiet for a moment."

His shout was like thunder, with circles of cone-shaped sound waves visible to the naked eye emitting from his mouth.

The whole bar seemed to be shaken into a silent world by this sound. Everyone opened their mouths in surprise and looked at the dean.

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Wine glasses, bottles, glass tables, and windows in the bar were shattered.

The dean stopped shouting and looked towards the bar.

At the same time, he said: "Barit, look at who gave you that piece of paper."

Bartlett stepped forward, glanced around, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He pointed at one of the men with his thick finger, and said in an honest voice, "It's him."

The old dean gently broke away from the girl holding his arm and walked towards the drunk man.

The drunkard couldn't help but beat a drum in his heart. It seemed that this kind and gentle old man was angry and would not do anything extraordinary.

But then he felt relieved, and the old dean quickly walked up to him. Although his face was eager, his tone was also very gentle due to the gentle character he had developed over a long period of time.

"Young man, let me ask you who sent this letter to the monastery. God of Light, this is really important. Please tell me." said the old dean.

There seemed to be a magical power in the old dean's words, inducing the drunkard to tell the truth.

The drunk man opened his mouth and nodded: "Yes, uh, it's a person."

The old dean frowned, "Isn't this nonsense?"

"So, have you seen clearly what he looks like?" he asked again.

"He" the drunkard was lost in thought.