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The voice of women made the tavern silent again.

"Click, click", high heels stepped on the wooden stairs outside the door, making a crisp sound. With a "bang", the door of the Blood-Drinking Blade was kicked open directly from outside, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone into the tavern from the open door.

The first thing that appeared in people's sight was a long leg wrapped in black stockings. The legs were slender and straight, with moderate thighs, without a trace of fat, the calves were slender, and the muscles of the calves were full of elasticity, which looked full of explosive power. The black stockings wrapped around the legs to the thighs, and the stockings that were close to the skin highlighted the graceful curves of the legs. On the ankle below the calves, the protrusions of the ankles were not obvious. The slender feet were covered with black lacquered high-heeled leather shoes, and the pointed and thin high heels of nearly ten centimeters made the feet maintain a straight posture and further highlight the fitness of the legs.

"Click, click." The sound of the heel hitting the ground kept ringing, and the long-legged owner walked into the tavern with the afterglow of the sunset. The long-legged owner also looked like a female knight, wearing a single-layer chain armor, but the chain armor was obviously specially modified. Some parts of the chain armor on the upper body were obviously tightened, and the entire upper body armor was tightly attached to the body, which intuitively and completely showed the curve of the upper body in front of others. The chain armor skirt armor on the lower body was also artificially shortened, and the coverage range was shortened from the original to the knee to less than half of the thigh. It was painted black nail rings and paired with black stockings, making the beautiful long legs look even more attractive.

What is even more surprising is that there is a slit gap on the side of the skirt armor. The gap is made of leather on the back of the bat-winged giant lizard that looks quite thick but has strong ductility. It can ensure that the skirt armor tightly wraps the thighs while allowing the legs to move freely, and even make violent movements like kicking in the previous section.

The female knight is tall, wearing high heels and is 190 cm tall. She has a few traces of wine-filled redness on her wheat-like face. Her long brown hair is curled and hanging behind her back, and she jumps mischievously to her chest with her pace from time to time.

The new female knight did not wear a sword. She was wearing a long black whip hanging around her waist. She carried the wine bottle in one hand and walked over with swaying steps. As she walked, she put the wine bottle to her mouth and took a sip. Her face full of wild beauty, and her blurred eyes searched around.

"Did no one admit it?" The female knight's voice was low and hoarse, with a mature charm in her drunkenness: "Then I can only find it myself."

Before he finished speaking, the mercenaries could not see her movements clearly. They could only see black shadows flashing continuously on people's heads. Several friends who had encouraged the young mercenaries were rolled up in the air and flew out to the door, falling to the ground, pressing one by one. The only surviving young mercenary looked around the empty people, smiled awkwardly, ran to the door consciously, jumped up and piled up on the top of the pile of people.

"You bastards." The female knight burped: "Tomorrow, go run 50,000 meters, and you will not be allowed to have lunch until you finish running. Get out of here now."

"Yes, Captain Dora." Several mercenaries piled up together quickly got up, and disappeared into the tavern like a rabbit who was caught in the arrow.

"Then it's you guys." The female knight Dora walked to the bar with alcohol, stood next to Panis and slapped the bar heavily: "Don't make trouble here again."

"Wow." Panis held a knife and fork in his hand, stuffed mutton into his mouth. He turned his head innocently and blinked his eyes. He swallowed the food in his mouth hard, and whistled frivolously: "Good wine, 3681's Sundon ale, so fragrant. Well, thirty-six, twenty-six, thirty-six, so amazing."

"Hey, Penis, what's the number behind?" Vivian held the grape juice, and his lips were stained with a layer of red by the drink: "Is it a password?"

"Yes, password." Panis was sitting and nodding, saying very seriously: "A very important password."

"Bastard." Knight Dora still maintained her original posture, pressing one hand on the bar, without shaking her upper body, but her slender right leg suddenly appeared in front of Panis without any warning. The sharp high heels kicked Panis' side face with strong wind pressure. She was facing her back to her, and was about to deliver food to her mouth. Panis, who was raising her hands in panic to protect her face, but the long black stockings stopped suddenly before kicking him. The panic raised her left hand was still holding a fork, which was just facing the ankle covered by the black stockings. The tip of the shoe was less than five centimeters away from the ankle, and the tip of the shoe was exactly this distance from Panis's face.

"It's obviously twenty-five, you are so weak." Dora seemed to be insulted, and shouted angrily. Her long legs paused in the air and bounced up like lightning, drew an arc at the highest point, and fell heavily like a big axe.

"Help." Panis quickly hugged his head and lay timidly on the bar, but his long legs stopped again. This time, he was holding the right hand that was holding the head, which was facing the Achilles tendon of the long legs.

"Haha, interesting guy." Knight Dora smiled drunkenly, her long legs raised were slightly tilted. She let the knife in Panis's hand slowly fall down and put it on Panis' shoulder. She leaned forward and pressed the weight on Panis's body. She stretched out her hand and gently stroked Panis' shoulder: "What's your name?"

"Hey, you woman." Vivian, who was sitting next to Panis, suddenly turned around, faced Dora, looked at her with a bad look and said, "What do you want to do? Do you know that your behavior seems to be very, very, very..."

"Dissolute." Lina put down her knife and fork in graceful movements, raised her fingers and twisted the napkin, and wiped the corners of her mouth symbolically before she said this adjective.

"Yes, slutty." Vivian nodded: "You put your legs down."

"Ha? Are you jealous?" Dora's waist seemed to have no bones. Even if she raised her legs, her waist could still be twisted and folded towards Vivian. She looked down at Vivian's face, and her breath of wine squirted on Vivian's face: "Can you say that this is not only your teammate, but also your little **?"

"No." Vivian turned his face away and denied loudly.

"Then why are you angry?" Dora looked at Vivian interestingly: "Look, some people are enjoying it."

Vivian looked at Dora's gaze. Panis was tilting his head toward the long, slender black silk legs on his shoulders, his eyes bent into two crescent moons, and saliva was almost flowing out.

"Hey, hey." Vivian's eyebrows stood up in anger and slapped the table hard: "Pennis, you big fool."

"Ahem." Panis immediately put away his dementia expression, tidied up his clothes with a serious look on his face, coughed a few times, and sat upright with a serious look on his face.

"Oh hehe, the little girl's tender possessiveness." Dora let out a loud laugh, and once again approached Vivian's face, stretched out a finger and gently touched the girl's chest. "Do you want the big sister to teach you how to do something adult?"

"Ahhhhhhhhh." Vivian's face turned red in an instant, jumped up on the spot, and said incoherently: "You are a perverted person, stay away from me."

"Hahaha." Dora smiled unscrupulously, feeling a large amount of magic gathering on Vivian, then she retracted her long legs, quickly took two steps back, and said in a sweet voice: "Our mage girl is angry, hahahaha."

"Oh." Catherine, who had been eating with her head down, sighed and said reluctantly: "Dora, have you played enough?"

"Huh." Dora paused her whole body, her neck twisted little by little in the direction of Catherine, and said in disbelief: "Is it... Senior Sister Catherine?"

"It's me." Catherine put down the knife and fork, turned slowly, and while turning around, his hand was already on the hilt of the Knight's sword.

"Wow, it's really a senior." Dora cheered, and jumped up like a child excitedly, spread her arms and rushed towards Catherine.

"Keep me a distance." Catherine seemed to be ready. She pulled out the Knight's sword with a calm expression, straightened her arms and raised the one-handed sword. The tip of the sword just stood against Dora's chest. She looked helplessly as Dora bent into a claw, and the target was obviously the hands on her chest. Catherine sighed again with a tangled look on her face, and said very melancholy: "I haven't seen you for a few years, and your bad habit has not changed at all."

"Haha, hehe." Dora grabbed his hands from the air and laughed dryly: "This is an accident. Senior sister, you know, it's just an accident."

"Accident, hehe, hehe." Catherine sneered and glared at Dora, suddenly slapped his sword and slapped it heavily on Dora's hips: "Sit on the side honestly."

"Yes, yes." Dora nodded with a smile, and suddenly turned around. The black whip sounded in the air at a speed that ordinary professionals could not see clearly: "What are you guys, give me a good meal."

"Hehehe." A group of mercenaries who had been watching the fun for free smiled and lowered their heads, focusing on dealing with the food in front of them.

"This is Dora, a lower-level junior when she was studying in the Knights Academy." Catherine introduced the female knight to the other three with some distress: "It's very good, but it's some...bad habits."

"Hehe, senior sister." Dora wanted to get close to Catherine and was driven away again, so she had to move a chair and try to get close to Catherine's tolerance range. She said with a smile: "I really didn't expect to see Senior sister. After you leave, I haven't forgotten you for a day."

"Thank you, I would rather you forget me the next day." Catherine rubbed her forehead and said, "Dora is also a golden-level knight, and now she should be a mercenary. Dora, this is Lina, the golden-level earth goddess priest, the sage. That is Vivian, the golden-level alchemist. The other is Panis, the explorer."

"Well, the senior sister is also very protective of Mr. Panis." Dora covered her mouth and chuckled: "The introduction is so simple, are you afraid that I will become interested in him?"

"Maybe I'm protecting you." Catherine groaned and said, "I think it's like a disaster when you two meet together. Forget it, stop talking nonsense, just talk serious things. Are you working in this Silver Lily Mercenary Group now?"
Chapter completed!