Pirate: My shadow can hang up

In the palace of King Goa, he stood at the window and stared into the distance.

Wherever you look at this moment, there are shouts and shouts on the execution platform, there is silence to welcome death, and some of the ordinary people watching even clapped their hands and applauded.

The Kingdom of Goa is a country with a strict hierarchy and a huge gap between the rich and the poor. This is also related to the policies implemented by the rulers. Even in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation, nobles and civilians must be separated.

A small number of nobles occupy most of the kingdom's resources, while most of the common people are crowded together and live a tight life.

This also led to the fact that the common people did not have much sense of identity with the country. The common people wished that all the nobles and their eagles and dogs would be killed.

"Your shadow is back and is being settled..."

[Income: Sword Intent 1302+25→1327 (Swordsman Level )]

[Income: Physical energy 886+21 → 1007 (elementary haunted by evil spirits +100) (first level freak)

[Income: Breath of the Moon 1290+31→1311 (Shisi type)]

[Income: Armed color domineering 1024+12 → 1036 (reaching the pinnacle)]

[Benefit: 812 + 15 → 827 (mastery) from knowledge, color and domineering power]

[Income: Overlord Color and Dominance 802+11→813 (Mastery)]

[Special benefits: Dimensional fragments 0+0→0, (not reaching the synthesis standard)]

"Your wannabe shadow power player hangs up in the world, and I brought you [Slime Suit] x10!"

The voice in his head brought Moriah back from his thoughts.

The one with the power of shadow? My name is Shadow, and I am a person who lurks in the shadows and hunts the shadows...

It's good to be a middle-level player, but with strong strength as support, he can really pretend.

Closer to home.

As for the slime suit, it should be the costume worn by the members of Shadow Garden. It looks very good and is a trophy-increasing artifact.

A thick pile of black jelly-like clothes fell on his hand. Moriah simply looked at it and found that it was highly similar to its shadow form.

It's best to have someone try it on.

Knock knock knock!

At this time, the door was knocked from outside.

Moria raised his hand and put the slime suit closer into the space.

"Enter."

"Squeak!"

After getting Moria's permission, the door of the room was pushed open from the outside, and a figure walked in from the outside.

"Master, here is the coffee I just made for you." A female voice sounded from behind Moria.

Moria turned his head, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The black cheongsam with beautiful patterns hugs the body tightly and has a perfect figure. In the gap between the two swings, the white legs are looming.

There are many kinds of charms and swaying postures.

"Is it Baccarat..." Moria withdrew her gaze and sat down at the table.

Baccarat put the coffee in the tray on the table, and then stood beside the table, holding the plate in her hand, with a glimmer of expectation in her eyes, like a maid serving the master.

"Be careful…"

"Hiss-" Before Bakala could finish her words, Moriah took a sip and almost vomited it back.

Burn your mouth.

"hot…"

"Master, let me blow it for you. It will make you cold faster." Baccarat made a gesture to take the cup from Moriah's hand.

"Alas." Moriah hurriedly hid the cup. It was so ambiguous and unacceptable.

While refusing, Moria changed the subject: "Bacara, you came just in time. I just have something for you. No one has tried it yet. You put it on and I will see how it goes."

"What?" Sure enough, Baccarat was aroused by Moriah's words.

Moria took out the slime suit and said, "Put this on and let me see the effect."

Although she was a little confused about what this dark thing was, since it was Moria's request, she didn't hesitate at all.

Seeing Baccarat's movements, Moriah was stunned again and said quickly: "What...are you taking off your clothes for?"

Baccarat looked confused, how could she get dressed without taking off her clothes?

As if seeing Bakala's doubts, Moria put the slime suit into her hands.

“Feel it, wear it.”

After hearing Moria's words, Bakala closed her eyes and controlled the suit with her thoughts. The next moment, the black suit seemed to come alive and walked directly against her body.

Within a moment, its body was completely wrapped, except for its head.

Moria's eyes lit up when he saw this.

The black uniform tightly wraps the body and outlines the graceful figure. It looks very visually impactful, sassy and elegant.

It looks like a black patent leather tights, very beautiful.

"This..." Baccarat raised her hands and looked down at the clothes that were tightly wrapped around her body but did not feel any sense of restraint. Her eyes were full of surprise.

"Yes, it suits you very well." Moria nodded and praised with a smile.

What did you just say? Did you just give this to her? Baccarat has a good memory.

Baccarat thought this in her heart, still thinking about it in her mind, feeling warm and sweet in her heart.

"Master, what happened in the last competition..." Baccarat struck while the iron was hot and wanted to make Moria fulfill her promise. She had agreed to it last time, so how could she let go of this opportunity.

"Hey, after half a day, the coffee has gone cold. Tsk, tsk, it tastes good." Moria immediately used the magic of changing the topic: "Bacara, you have been standing here for a long time, don't be restrained, sit down quickly."

Being disturbed by Moriah, Baccarat found it difficult to speak.

Baccarat bit her lip, her eyes filled with resentment.

It always stirs up people's hearts and emotions invisibly.

But they just dig and don't bury them.

Moria secretly rejoiced. Fortunately, he was smart, otherwise...otherwise...

The next moment, Moria was stunned.

His thighs suddenly felt soft, accompanied by a delicate fragrance that hit his nostrils. Then he lowered his head and saw a figure sitting in his arms.

"Um…!?"

I let you sit, not on my lap...

Moria couldn't tell her expression and said: "Bacara..."

"Master, I'm here."

"Tell me, what do you like about me? Can't I change it?" Moria stopped pretending and showed off his cards.

"I... I like everything about the master. I also like the way the master works. In my heart, he is the most handsome person in the world... I even like the smell of the clothes!" Baccarat seemed to be opening her mouth. Like a chatterbox, he said everything at once.

It’s not as good as it sounds!

Moria was praised by this burst of praise. Although he had reached the level of honor and disgrace, he was still a little arrogant here...

Wait...smell? Are you sure this isn't a pervert?

Be sure to count the clothes in the room when you go back. Maybe someone has a change of clothes...

Just as Moria was thinking this, she lowered her head and met a pair of loving eyes mixed with a hint of resentment.

Then a pair of hands hugged the back of his neck, and his delicate cheeks gradually rose closer.