The Grand Duke Mansion in Dresden is no longer the dilapidated appearance. After receiving large war reparations from Latvia and Rivi, Alay temporarily solved the military expenditure problem. Now that the overall situation of the Holy Alliance has been decided, the Grand Duke Mansion will be used to receive high-ranking officials and nobles in the future, so it cannot be too shabby. Under the guidance of the elf artist, the renovated Grand Duke Mansion is luxurious and elegant, with less roughness in the north and more warmth in the south.

Although the afternoon sun already contains a clear warmth, and the fresh green spots also make the northern city full of vitality, there is no spring in Roger's luxurious study. On the contrary, there are still waves of cold air that keeps emitting, causing a layer of frost to condense on the door.

Roger frowned and looked at the girl who was sitting upright in front of him. The girl with countless storms and clouds in her eyes.

The girl sat there like a lifeless stone statue. Only the cold air that kept emanating from her would remind others of her existence. She seemed to be looking at Roger, but her eyes had no focus at all. If you look in carefully, these eyes would be like two windows leading to another world.

The girl was wearing a long white dress, with her neckline like a butterfly stretched to both sides, revealing her round and thin shoulders and a large area of ​​snow-like chest muscles. However, the strange soft luster on her skin made her look more like a jade carving. More than a dozen crisscrossing scars could be seen on her exposed skin, and there was also a faint cross scar on her cheeks. It is hard to imagine that such a beautiful and mysterious girl had suffered so many injuries.

"Amy...Asylotte, you..." Roger opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. He had tried his best to find a topic, but no matter what he said, he could never let the girl react.

The girl is like a piece of lifeless ice.

Roger couldn't help but feel a headache. He turned his head and looked at an inconspicuous little old man sitting in a corner of the study, the God of Death Class.

The Death Class looked at the girl with loving love, turned a blind eye to Roger's gaze as if he wanted help, and the slightly upturned mouth felt a faint smell of gloating.

The dead silence in the room lasted for another hour.

Roger could not stand the endless encounter with the girl, and finally winked at the death class and left the study like a runaway.

The Death Clan also followed Roger and left the study.

Roger lowered his voice and said angrily: "Aren't you making things difficult for me? She looks like an iceberg, what do you do if you ask me to do? Besides, you know the relationship between me and... that matter, how is this possible?"

The Death Clan sneered and said, "That's not a problem I should worry about. If you do it, do it, and if you don't, you will be defeated. As long as you break the contract first, I will be freed from this damn task!"

Roger said angrily: "Even without you, I might not have let Nicholas kill him!"

The Death Clan sneered: "If it weren't for me, you would have died more than once. Now that you are so sure, it's great, very good! Then I'll leave now."

Roger suddenly laughed and said gently: "Mr. Death, do you want to anger me so that you can escape from this contract? Haha, that's not to be thought about! Since Seus has agreed to your conditions, I will do my best. As for you, if you want to relax, wait until Nicholas dies!"

He shrugged and said, "Who knows when Nicholas will appear? Maybe tomorrow, maybe one year, maybe ten years, haha!"

The extremely sharp eyes of the Death God Clan suddenly swept across Roger's throat. Roger's face turned pale, and the memory of being stabbed by the Death God Clan that night flashed through his mind again.

"Master Rog!" The cold voice of the Death Godbank was blowing from hell, "Do you know how much money Sky Wrath paid last time to ask me to kill you?"

"How much?" Rogue asked calmly.

"A gold coin."

Roger laughed and said, "In your eyes, I'm quite valuable!"

The Death God Ban ignored Roger's mockery and said, "I collected this gold coin to not set a precedent for free killing. Otherwise, it would be too much for me to kill you a few more times based on your actions. If it weren't for the child Aisilot and the elf who sacrificed himself to block the sword for you that day, would you think I would take on this task? Humph, a dragon-slaying spear... do you really think this thing is worth my life?"

The Death Ban paused and said, "Hmph! If you break the contract, after I get rid of this mission, I might kill you again for another gold coin! Now... you are smart!"

Roger was silent for a moment before smiling and said, "Death Clan, as a life-reaper, you are not much nobler than me, so don't talk to me with such a arrogant attitude. As for Lord Wrath of the Sky, he was the first person to set up a killing game for me without meeting him. If there was no Fengyue that night, Ajiani and I would have died under your sword. But I don't blame you, you just acted according to the agreement, and I would have counted these accounts on the head of Wrath of the Sky. I have no other advantage, but I am the one who can hold grudges! I am no longer the nameless pawn who can be bullied by others. No matter who bites me, I will never give up until I get back with the same bite. How to say it, let's call it the principle of equal revenge for the time being."

The Death Clan snorted and said, "Do you want to scare me too? If you hadn't slaughtered the Druid village, how could Lord Furious of the Sky have intention to kill you?"

Roger smiled and said, "Mr. Death, do you really think that the people in Yunxiao City are all good things? The elves that they thought they could control were kidnapped by me for more than 10,000 yuan. I am afraid that this is the real reason why they want to kill me? Moreover, the Druid village was obviously killed by people from the Light Church. It is really unreasonable to keep the charges on me, right?"

The Death Class suddenly sighed and said, "I am old and I am no longer interested in your struggle for power. As long as you do what I ask for, I will continue to do this task."

He patted Roger on the shoulder and said with a hint of strange sadness: "After this task is completed, I should find a place to retire and retire, alas!"

Looking at the slightly old-fashioned back of the Death Class, Roger couldn't help but feel a little strange. This old-fashioned killer is at the peak of his skills and career. Why did he suddenly want to retire? But no matter what, Roger is determined to pay the compensation required by the Death Class, no matter how difficult it is. Even if he can't use the Death Class now, he can't help him recover his freedom and then do things for the Wrath of the Sky.

However, it is not easy to meet the requirements of the God of Death Class.

Roger sighed and glanced at the beautiful girl in the room who was still motionless like an ice sculpture.

Treat Aisilot with all his heart for thirty days so that she can smile every day.

This is another reward the Death Class requires in addition to the Dragon Slaying Spear.

This requirement seems not difficult, but Rogue just now tried everything he could to do, but Aysilot didn't say a word. Suddenly, Rogue would rather face Nicholas than face the idea of ​​this ice doll girl.

Roger could hardly recognize her in this reunion. If the girl had a trace of human body when the last time she assassinated Roger and Roger had her body, she seemed to have completely turned into a piece of ice. In fact, Roger could not connect this cold, thin, and a little ethereal beauty with the plump, healthy, and full of vitality at the time.

At this moment, a baby's cry came faintly from a distance, and Roger gently covered the door and walked towards the place where the crying sound came.

Adeer was lying lazily on the bed, enjoying the afternoon sun. Beside her bed, there was a small baby shaking blue, and loud crying was coming from it.

A maid carried the child out and gave it to Adeer to breastfeed.

Roger pushed the door and smiled and said, "Adeer, has his body recovered?"

Adeer looked at the child in her arms with a happy face, and said without raising her head: "It's been ten days since I was born, so it's already fine. Humph! You came back in the morning and only now remembered to see me. How many days can you stay this time?"

"I'll leave tonight. The battle is almost over. You can rest for a few more days and don't be exhausted. The child shows me!"

Adeer hesitated for a moment before handing the baby to Roger.

The child's big eyes were spinning with agility, looking very beautiful and smart, with a little Clark's handsomeness vaguely between his eyebrows and eyes. Looking at Roger smiling and teasing the baby, Adeer suddenly felt a little inexplicably scared.

"Rogge, it took me a lot of hard work to have this child... Can I... stay?"

Roger was stunned and smiled and said, "Where are you thinking about? This child is so cute, of course I have to stay. I can't tell you, you are very good at giving birth!"

He gently stroked Adeer's naked, plump breasts, and added: "The figure is getting better and better!"

Adeer proudly raised her chest and smiled charmingly: "Since you like it so much, my health should be recovered when you come back. Can we have one?"

Roger smiled slightly and just said, "Let me talk about it. It's time for me to leave. You have a good rest and wait until your body has fully recovered before handling official duties!"

The boss covered the door of Adeer's bedroom and followed Roger step by step, saying, "Sir Roger, the convoy is already waiting in the mansion. That child... what should you do?"

Roger walked in front of him silently, and then asked coldly for a moment, "Who else knows about this?"

The boss manager replied carefully: "Of course, those who know about this have been killed by me."

Roger nodded and said lightly: "You are doing well. Treat this child well in the future and treat it as my biological child."

The boss was a little surprised, but he still agreed.

Roger had already arrived in front of the study, and he opened the still frosty door, and a cold air came to his face.

The girl still sat there motionlessly, her posture not changing.

Roger sighed inwardly and said softly: "Essilot, time is up, come with me!"

The girl Yingying stood up, skating on the ice, following Rogue toward the outsider...

In the spring season in the northern country, the Oracle City began to usher in its most beautiful time. With the sufficient energy support of the silver dragon egg, and no longer need to consume a lot of magic to maintain the warmth in the city, the elves who love beauty have begun to find ways to decorate the Oracle City again.

The entire Oracle City is full of green everywhere, with flowers of various colors dotted in the green. Under the ancient elves, countless strange little beasts and birds are leisurely enjoying the spring sunshine. They occasionally jump into the hands of passing elves to enjoy the gentle caress.

Every time he stepped into the Oracle City, Roger was in a very relaxed and happy mood. In this fairyland-like city, he could always put the idea of ​​fighting for power and profit aside for the time being.

But this time he was particularly happy.

A pretty figure ran from afar and came to his eyes in a blink of an eye.

Froya wore a long dress without any decoration, but the elf's cut perfectly outlined her curves. Whether it was her breasts, waist, buttocks or flowing eye waves, Roger's heart beat faster every time she looked at it.

The little fairy had blonde hair on her head casually, and a faint halo seemed to shine on her innocent face. It seemed that she was doing well during this period.

She stood in front of Roger and looked at it calmly, making the fat man feel restless and his breathing speed up.

The little fairy suddenly screamed, rushed into Roger's arms, and threw him to the ground.

Looking at Fuluya's face that was so close to her and experiencing the warm and soft body in her arms, the fat man couldn't help but feel confused, almost knowing that everything in front of him was really illusion.

Sius smiled warmly and coughed. Aiselot, who had been following Roger, seemed to turn a blind eye to everything.

Froya climbed up as if it were, pulled Roger up with difficulty, and couldn't help complaining: "Damn fat man, you're heavy again!"

Roger yelled twice, not sure what to say.

Froya pulled her hair, held her waist with one hand, stared at Xius and said, "Elder Xius, are you feeling uncomfortable recently? Why are you coughing in such a good weather?"

Sius smiled and said, "Your Highness is getting more and more energetic."

"Of course," Fuluya smiled and said, "There are only new tea and sunshine every day here, so I am naturally happy."

Hearing the word "new tea", Seus's face changed immediately and he hurriedly asked, "Your Highness, my tea garden..."

The little fairy said as if nothing had happened: "Everything is fine in your tea garden, but the tea trees in the center are growing too slowly. I may have picked them a little harder, so you'd better go and take care of them..."

Xius's face changed drastically, and he had no more words. As the green fighting spirit flashed, his figure disappeared instantly.

Froya took Roger's hand and said to Essilot: "Sister Iceman, lend your fat man for a while, and you will be rewarded later!"

Aisilot finally reacted, and the ice wind in her eyes disappeared, replaced by a blue sky. Her voice was filled with a strange gust of wind:

"Please use it as you like."

The little fairy quietly stuck out her tongue and pulled up Roger, who was still a little confused, and ran away.

After a while, Roger and Froya were already sitting shoulder to shoulder in the canopy of an ancient elf tree.

The two of them had great magical attainments at this moment. The surging magic power of the elves ancient tree brought an invisible magic wind to gently brush across their bodies, making them feel very comfortable.

After a long time, Roger opened his eyes and smiled and said, "I really didn't expect there was such a good place in the Oracle City."

Froya closed her eyes with pleasure and said, "Hmph! You just want to harm others every day, how can you have time to appreciate these?"

Looking at her beautiful and uncast side, Roger was moved. He tentatively reached out to froya's waist, and froya leaned gently in his arms.

Roger looked at her pretty little nose, long eyelashes, and lips that flashed with strange and mysterious lavender luster, and shouted softly: "Froya..."
To be continued...