The ‘Vewel Rose’ is not at all an outstanding fabric shop as visitors to Mokou Town sometimes envision.

To be precise, it is a massage parlor, but only the outbreak household is called that.

More appropriately, it is a palace of joy, where the most skilled physical servants on the surface can provide the most intense pleasure that most guests consider.

This is the view that Angus, the Heron Knight of the Santalin Society, himself.

He had soaked his overeating fat body in the warm aromatic oil, and he loved to completely relax himself in his masseuse touch.

But now, it is not possible. He came to this temple that pleased him for his sake.

Because talking about things here is much more cautious and safer than talking about rock bunkers or any area in Mokou Town.

Of course, the main reason is that he doesn't like to go to the gloomy and terrifying catacomb chamber in the Mokou Mountains at all.

That's why he packed a comfortable single room with only two chairs and two bulky deaf and mute human masseuses instead of his favorite masseuse.

Happily, the tongueless slave he chose for himself also possessed superb skills.

The deaf and dumb slave kneaded the muscles on his neck so painful and comfortable that he couldn't help but let out heavy breathing.

At this moment, Hilllin, a drow elf from the dark area, suddenly walked in.

Angus instantly felt embarrassed at this moment, which was a damaging his dignity, but the dark elf didn't hear it.

This made Angus unable to think of what would make this demon believer laugh.

This is a somewhat haggard female, with her skin that is unhealthy dark gray-black like charcoal, just like black agate baked in a fire, but her facial features are quite delicate, and her long, dry white hair is even smoother as silk.

However, all this has nothing to do with cuteness, because anger and hatred never show beauty.

He could feel that Hilllin was very calm and composed when she was going on this secret date.

This is the difference between aristocrats and civilians. He thought to himself that no matter how dangerous the situation is, aristocrats can always maintain a certain degree of elegance.

What's more, this is Princess Drow, the first family of the Dark Elves, from the ancient Orence City in the dark area.

"Why haven't you done it yet?" Hilllin said coldly, her voice and expression were all in beauty.

"I'm not in a hurry at all," Angus replied with a smile. "Glar is a very smart businessman, and he knows how to choose."

The massage slave pressed Angus's back with his fingertips, and his body trembled.

"We will talk about this, praise the Lord of Darkness, first of all, please relax my nerves and tell me that no one has seen you enter this private room."

He is the leader of the Sanlinta Association in charge of Mokou Town.

This powerful organization is also known as the Dark Intelligence Network.

At first it was just a businessman organization, but later it gradually developed, including assassins, spies, an army, and Bain's church as supporters.

Now controlling half of the area around the Moon Sea, its influence has spread throughout the continent and has firmly taken root in the west and south of the continent.

The Santalin Society is well equipped, well-supplied, supported by powerful wizards and priests, led by many great wizards and a voter of Bain.

Feared by ordinary people and possess a reputation of evil, Santalin will not be the kind of enemy that can be challenged at will.

As the organization and the Bain Church grew together, its influence expanded more rapidly, as both groups aimed at fully dominating the continent.

Now even an ordinary caravan with the Dark Intelligence Network marking will be kept away because they are likely to be protected by some powerful mage, or possess magic that ordinary people cannot imagine.

It is precisely because of this prominent reputation that they naturally have their own enemies.

In addition to the Harpist Alliance, which made Angus feel a headache, the one he feared the most was the Shadow Guard Assassin of the Ghost City.

These shadows are pervasive in the darkness of Mokou Town, so he must be careful.

"Are you doubting my ability?" Hilllin frowned, obviously bored with the hints in the conversation, "No, no one can find my existence."

"Then take off your clothes. You are a drow elf. It's very eye-catching in Mokou Town. There will definitely be people who speculate that you are here for a deep massage. When you go back, you must look like you have just finished it and look comfortable, and these guys are worth the money."

The Drow Elf frowned as if she suspected Angus was joking about her.

She didn't like this prank because it reminded her of a hated tribe member.

She gestured to the slave who was slightly smaller than his fellow countryman's figure and lacked muscles.

As the slave masseur faced the reddish eyes in the dark elf's hood, a hint of fear floated in his expression.

The masseur quickly avoided her eyes, carefully avoided contact with her, and began to take off her clothes and hang her clothes on the hook on the wall.

"Then what should we do?"

Hilllin let the other party trembling hands take off his clothes and said in a slightly cold tone, "He is protected. Even if you pass this news to the Shadow Guard Assassins of the Ghost City with superb skills, I don't think he will be killed so easily."

"certainly."

When his massage slave squeezed and rubbed another tight muscle into a warm and soft ball, Angus had to close his squinting eyes, and he didn't even realize how tight they were before the masseur placed his hands on those muscles. "Murder has the advantage of murder, but I would rather use cooperative methods to make him disappear forever."

"Did you agree with Graal?" Hilllin asked while lying on the bedside chair.

Her masseur slave gently placed her long, dry white hair aside, revealing her skin below.

Angus smiled relaxedly, "You are still too anxious."

"This is my purpose, my Lord's instructions." Hilllin's slave masseur opened a white porcelain ointment bottle, and a sweet smell radiated in the air. "You better not waste my time and patience."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Of course I know." Angus replied, "I have known for a long time that the assassination in Yinhun City is likely to return in vain, so I am going to learn their way to deal with Yinhun people and deal with them myself."

Hilllin frowned, considering these issues, she seemed obviously not satisfied.

Her slave masseur applied a thin layer of amber oil on her back.

Silence suddenly came.

From somewhere in the building came a faint twisted scream, laughter and slap echo.

Angus guessed that a man must be entertaining himself in another bathroom. After all, women in Mokou Town rarely feel like laughing loudly and making fun like this.

Finally, Hilllin broke the silence and said to him, "Well, what do you want to do, tell me your detailed plan."

"In order to show my loyalty to me, Glar immediately gave gold and gems worth 200,000 gold coins at the end of the battle with the Ghost City." Angus said confidently:

"So, just tonight, I will invite them to my castle for dinner. Just like the fate of the Ghost City, as long as I give the order and use the cup to throw them, they will all die in the trap I set up in advance."

"How can you guarantee that he will go?" Hilllin let out a sweet moan, and the slave masseur was gently tapping her glowing back with the bottom of her fist.

It's great to be able to relax Bangbang's limbs, Angus glanced at him and thought to himself, and he continued, "I have told Glar to bring him here because I appreciate his magical art. My messenger told me that he looked very happy."

"He's cunning." Hilllin tightened her muscles in anger, and her slave masseuse's hands relaxed her again.

"You don't understand his horror at all. He helped the bitch complete the blood sacrifice by just his slave and blood sacrifice prey, and cooperated with her to kill my mother. The most important thing is that he was able to escape from the divine tracking of the family mistress and escape from the ancient Orence City safely and safely."

"I know what you mean, I don't deny that."

Angus still smiled confidently with a sure victory, "So I have also investigated him, and clearly knew what he did in the Grey Dwarf's Royal City and how he destroyed the plan of the Monarch of the Undead. At the same time, he learned from Glar that the demise of the Holy City was also planned by him. My subordinates personally checked the battle traces in the banquet hall, and even he praised the other party as an excellent formation master."

"But, the Lord of Darkness is on top. I don't think he can successfully arrange the magic circle when I dropped the cup." He smiled and joked, "Whether he can be strong without the assistance of the magic circle?"

"Maybe it's really as you said." Hilllin snorted in a slut, and the masseur slapped her smooth, wet and skinny back with her hands, making a sucking sound. "For the sake of the 666th abyss, I don't want any accidents."

"I...I certainly know."

Angus moaned comfortably and tightened his toes, as his masseur managed to send a joyful tremor along his nerves, he continued:

"I don't want any accidents to happen either, so I not only used the money Glar gave me to hire the most powerful Dragon Skeleton Mercenary Group in Mokou Town, but also hired a model assassin from the Dark Night Mask."

"Dragon Skeleton Mercenary Group? Dark Night Mask?" Hilllin looked at Angus in confusion. Her delicate body shook slightly as the masseur massaged her sacral joints.

"Salou, the leader of the Dragon Skeleton Mercenary Group, is a dragon vein warlock with a peak of strength, and the deputy leader Planda is a fourth-level ranger."

Angus replied tirelessly, "The Dark Night Mask is headquartered in the trading city of Ximen on the Dragon Coast. It is a secret organization composed of vampires who specializes in assassination."

"On the night of the banquet, I will let all 500 mercenaries of the Dragon Skeleton Mercenary Group lurk in the rock bunker, and my Heron Knights hide in the banquet hall, and cooperate with the strength of you and me and the vampire who specializes in assassination..."

Angus said confidently, "If you can't even take this little person, then I'd better go to meet the great Lord of Darkness Bann as soon as possible."

After all, he really knows the people from the Glar Chamber of Commerce very much.

As long as he kills the Glar Chamber of Commerce and invades all their property and territory, he will be the only ruler of Mokou Town.

He had known for a long time that the high priest Lemriel convinced Prince Selante of the Kingdom of Cormier that as long as the opportunity came, he could lead the troops of Mokou Town to invade Cormier's territory on a large scale.

In this way, his achievements will be much higher than that of another dark guard in charge of the valley, his mortal enemy, Sailor.

He will also be appreciated by the high priest Lemriel and be favored by the Lord of Darkness.

Only by gaining the favor of the Lord of Darkness can he have the opportunity to enter the realm of legend.

At that time, he can become one of the talkers of the Santalin Society with his own power and personal abilities.

"I still have a little doubt. Is your confidence now good or disaster to us? Have we seized the best opportunity or rushed towards our own destruction?" Hilllin was silent for a moment and said slowly, "If I knew, I would be very at ease."

"Then I'll ask you a question." Angus, who was immersed in the bright future, said to her, "Ask your heart, are you serving fear or hatred?"

"I serve power!" Hilllin replied coldly without hesitation.

"Think about it, then," Angus said with a smile, "When power is shining within our reach, let's grab it!"

"You are right." Hilllin whispered to herself.

She curled a sneer on the corner of her mouth, and couldn't help but think what would she look like if she cut off his head, brought Gu Orens City, and threw it to Santira, the little wave hoof,?

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Her expression must be very wonderful, she thought to herself.

When Santira was mentioned, a flash of anger flashed in her narrowed eyes instantly.

Although Santira entered the Spider Academy to learn the priesthood, her style of doing things and pranks never changed, which made her hate her.

It is not uncommon for priests to provoke competitors in Spider Academy, personal grudges and unreasonable hatred.

In fact, this is very good for life after graduation and rarely is dissuaded.

But Santira's prank that humiliated her never stopped from beginning to end.

What made her most incredible was that she really dared to arrange a monitoring magic in the bedroom of Elisabeta's wife, and published the image of the in-depth communication between the mistress and the abyss demon at the festival in the ancient Orence City.

Hilllin even thought of the mistress Elisabeta trembling all over when she was angry, and roared in anger and turned Santira into an ebony statue.

However, what is extremely strange is that the farce at the festival did not make Queen Rose unhappy about it, but instead admired her humor very much.

"Praise Rose, one day, Queen God will be tired of her tricks. This beloved little slut will go further and further. If that day comes, Queen God will instruct me to personally erase her existence!"

Hilllin recalled the stern words of Miss Elisabeta.

However, what makes her even more hateful is that Santila has an incredible ability in learning and memorizing divine arts, and she has extremely high talent in magical travel.

Because of this, when she accidentally learned that Santila secretly asked about Brian's traces through the surface merchant, she immediately bribed the surface merchant, spread the false news that Brian appeared in Cormanso, and gave her the transmission medium to Cormanso.

If she dared to use travel magic to secretly come to the surface, Hilllin believed that the demon elves and elves expedition forces there would definitely welcome her arrival.

Unfortunately, in this case, she could not throw Brian's head in front of Santira herself, and then look at her wonderful expressions to get a sense of comfort in physical and mental pleasure.
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