Dust of History: Bandit (Part 1)

Xilika sat **** in her secret room.

The special chair just accommodated his huge bear-like body. The muscles on the body are closely arranged like iron bumps, making him look like a fortress of muscles. Hundreds of wounds of different sizes are densely criss-crossed on it, each of which shows that this body has grown under the baptism of blood and swords, without any modified attributes.

He is forty-five years old. This was supposed to be the age when he started to decline, but he couldn't find a trace of old age from him. He is still extremely energetic, and his desire for money and women is even stronger than when he was young, as evidenced by the thing with a high erection in his crotch now.

His fingers are rolling a gold coin. The smooth and cold surface of the gold coin is so beautiful to the touch, he can even tell the fineness of this gold coin, which was minted in the early days of the Erasia Dynasty. It is hard but also has the unique flexibility of gold, which is far more enjoyable than pinching a woman's nipples. This feeling can touch the deepest part of his heart, the imprint that has been continuously deposited in his soul during the past forty years.

When he was four years old, his mother taught him the most important lesson of his life, selling him to a baron for just three silver coins. Seven years later, he was sold to another old Viscount who liked to molest children for a gold coin. After forbearance, planning, and preparation for three years, he found an opportunity, killed the old master in the most brutal way, raped and killed his daughter and granddaughter, and then fled with all the money he could collect. The nobles issued a warrant for him, and then he spent the rest of his life killing and being hunted around money. The world around him has always been transformed by money, flesh and blood, and life. As time goes on, he finally found the truth of this world: everything can be equivalent to that little golden thing Conversion, owning it is equivalent to owning the world.

So from then on, all his spirit and thinking are spinning in front of this little thing. So much so that he often had hallucinations when he looked at things. Everything and everything was built up of jumping coins.

Ten years later, when he killed the eleventh elite knight of the kingdom who pursued him, he felt that he had the ability to occupy a place in Erathia. So he formed the Samushi Bandit, which quickly became the largest band of bandits in Erathia.

Strictly speaking, the Shenmuxi Thieves Group has little to do with thieves. It's just for the sake of convenience that people classify them with other groups that are simply kind and peaceful compared to them. Under the leadership and command of Xilica, robbery, kidnapping, mercenaries, killers, everything is the business scope of the Shenmue Thieves Group. As long as you can get the little golden coin in the end.

And in this month, there are suddenly thousands of little things like this that haunt him. To be precise, it was 4,307 gold coins, and the bill on the table in front of him was clearly written. The handwriting was written by the crippled Isis, crooked like everyone else. But the meaning of the lettering still made it more touching, more **** than any woman's cunt.

This is a huge amount of money that is enough to buy a small city. Even looking at the entire continent, there is absolutely no gang that can make such a large income in such a short period of time. The five female elves were all sold for hundreds of gold coins, and the most beautiful one was fetched more than a thousand by a few dandies in the bidding. It is rare to have such valuable goods. Owning an elf female slave is not only purely sensual beauty and fresh excitement, but also a status symbol. Several nobles are almost obsessed with these female elves. They have even paid a lot of gold coins to the thieves to order more elves.

As long as there is a large number of such businesses, the Shenmu Xi bandit group can jump to the top of the mainland in terms of strength and prestige. As long as he thinks of the mountain-like gold coins, which are enough to compete with the king's strength, Xilika's heart will be on fire, and his blood will boil. During this period of time, he was in extreme excitement almost all the time. In the last week, eight women were crushed and rubbed to death by him on the bed. But no matter how many, how beautiful, how good a woman is, she can't relax and cool down for a moment. He can be sure that if such a wish cannot be fulfilled, he will go crazy and explode.

The three whores next door are dying, but his thing is still going strong. The fire in his heart was still burning, and it was getting stronger and stronger, and it was getting stronger and stronger. He is waiting for someone who can put out the fire for him.

The door opened, and Isis limped in. Compared with Xilica's huge body, the thin and short man seems to be just a piece of grass, or a piece of broken withered grass. He only has one hand and one foot that can move, and the features on his face are also distorted and broken. There are only a few sparse hairs on his head, and he looks like an enlarged goblin.

If Xilica is the soul of the Samushi Thieves, then Isis is the brain. This guy who had studied at the Magic Academy in the Eastern Continent undoubtedly had a good mind, otherwise he wouldn't have become a senior magician in his thirties. But later, he was discovered when he raped the little girl with mental magic, and when he was resisting arrest, he also used magic to kill someone. Although he miraculously woke up from the pile of dead people and escaped, almost half of his body was destroyed by the lightning magic. After fleeing to Erasia, he joined the Samushi Thieves Group, and soon became the number two figure next to Xilica.

Isis held a robe in his hand, looked at the mountain-like Xilika, and the thing under him that was almost pushing up the table, sighed, and threw the robe to Xili Card, said: "Put it on. That gentleman probably doesn't like you like this."

The biggest scar on Xilika's face trembled, and even the color turned red, jumping like a centipede crawling on her face. He paused, it took a little effort to calm down, and he slowly picked up the robe and put it on.

Aixisi watched him get dressed before walking out. After a while, he came back again, bowed at the door in an awkward and strenuous posture, and made a gesture of asking, his voice also carried the kind of compliment and respect that only the doorman at the door of a big hotel said: "Please Come in. Our head has been waiting for you for a long time."

The visitor didn't show his politeness, and just walked in without saying a word.

The steps are very steady and powerful, but there is still a bit of sluggishness that is unique to elderly people. From the gestures of his hands, it can be seen that this is a very ordinary old man, at best in good health. The thin neck looked so fragile, and Xilica was sure that wringing it off by herself would not take any more effort than wringing off the neck of a chicken.

But he didn't have the slightest intention to try it. The silver mask around his neck was enough to calm anyone down. The shape of the mask's skull is particularly strange under the lights, and the light reflected on it is not the bright color of ordinary metal, but a delicate and soft luster like the virgin's skin.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. Please sit down." Shilica has forgotten when was the last time he spoke to someone in such a polite tone. His voice was hoarse and dull because of the unfamiliarity and unstoppable excitement.

The eyes behind the skull mask glanced at him, nodded slightly, and said in the same hoarse and weird voice: "You're welcome, I'm busy. Tell me as soon as possible."

Xilika said in a deep voice: "The scrolls and maps you gave me last time were very useful. We successfully used them to infiltrate the gathering place of elves in the forest of Tularion."

"And then." The old man behind the skull mask asked calmly. "Did you find what I was looking for?"

"No. We were not prepared enough. And we underestimated the actions of the elves and did not see what you said."

"But I heard that you caught five elves and exchanged a lot of gold coins." The old man's voice was cold.

"There are many magicians among those elves. Four of us died." Xi Lika let out an animal-like low cry from the depths of her throat and nose.

"I've said it before. The elves you can catch are the rewards for your actions. But don't forget what I ordered." The skeleton old man said slowly. "Use the money you got this time to find more helpers. In any case, this matter must be completed within two months. I have no patience and time to wait."

The whistling sound in Xilica's throat intensified ten times, echoing in the secret room. The scar on his face trembled as if he wanted to jump up. Isis's face twitched, and he quickly said, "But sir, you know, there are thousands of elves in the Tula Leon forest. And they have lived there for hundreds of years, even the teleportation magic circle is built. Well, it is the largest settlement of elves in the mainland. All of them are natural archers, and there are a few archers..."

"I know, that's why I didn't ask you to capture Tula Leon, just find something for me. As support, I'll give you this this time." The old man took out three scrolls from his pocket Put it on the table. These three scrolls are all different in appearance and the faint magic fluctuations overflowing, but the same thing is that there is a small purple skull on the top of the scrolls.

Looking at the three scrolls and the little purple skull above, Isis next to him let out a trembling moan, as if a pervert saw a peerless beauty who was naked. When he was in the magic academy, he specialized in the identification and production of magic items, and he could tell what kind of good things this was at a glance.

"One is still the kind of scroll that can break the enchantment of the elves, while the other two are large-scale magic that helps you fight against the mages of the elves. I believe these two scrolls will be very helpful to you .” The old man paused, his tone slightly cooler, and said. "In other words, this is the last chance I will give you. I hope you don't let me down." The old man finished speaking lightly, and took out another teleportation scroll.

"Yes, yes, for sure, for sure." Isis nodded vigorously and bowed, his crooked and distorted body looked like a strange arthropod. He seemed to have used a lot of strength before he dared to open his mouth and said cautiously to the old man who was pulling the scroll: "Sir, I am very happy to serve you. I don't ask for any reward, and I absolutely dare not speculate." Where are you from and who are you... just if you have done this for you, can you allow me to be a member of you and your companions... ah... no no no, how can I be qualified, my It means that even if I become a servant, a servant of the gentlemen, I am willing..."

The old man turned his head, and the gaze under the skull mask fell on Isis' face coldly.

The muscles in Isis's body that could still move immediately twitched. I don't know whether it was because of excitement or fear, I stammered and said: "No, I am definitely not thinking about it. I just admire your superb magic art, and I hope you can give me some pointers, that's all. Although you are powerful and omnipotent, But I can also help you solve a lot of trivial matters, I just ask you to be able to..."

"Let's talk about it after you finish this matter." The old man dropped this sentence, and the unfolded scroll disappeared in the blue light.

Aixisi's already ugly face became even more distorted with excitement and joy. After being stunned for a long time, he finally regained his breath. He walked to the table and looked at the four scrolls carefully, with the brilliance in his eyes that saints only have when they admire miracles.

"Is this old man really from the Necromancer Guild you mentioned?" Xi Lika asked suddenly.

"Of course." Aixisi looked around subconsciously, and replied in a low voice, as if he was afraid that the old man would notice this taboo prophecy. "Didn't you see that mask? It was made of the most expensive mithril, and it was permanently impregnated with magic. And these three scrolls..." His dry fingers stroked the scrolls on the table, fingers and His voice was trembling slightly, like a teenager who was exposed to his lover's body for the first time. "There are two scrolls that are sealed with great magic. Like the scroll he gave us last time to break the enchantment of the elves, they are all the art of magic. And the magic materials needed to make such a scroll... Ah, there are actually fragments of stars...Oh, my God...That is not something you can buy with gold coins at all." Isis sighed, and concluded like a hymn: "In this world, except for the dead souls of Di Yagu Guild, who else can have such a big hand, such a superb magic art."

Xilika stood up. The chair he was sitting on immediately fell apart, turning into pieces of wood on the ground. He looked at the place where the old man stood just now, and the scar on his face seemed to jump up and eat someone else, and he said every word: "If it wasn't for the sake of money, I would have given up this scar just now." The old man was torn to pieces. I hate people talking to me in that tone. It doesn't matter if he is a human or a ghost."

"It's a good thing you didn't do that, otherwise we would be really ghosts..." Isis murmured to himself with his head down. He has always had a headache for the boss' temper. "You don't know, the necromancers of Diyagu are the ones who really stand at the top of this world, and their vision and knowledge are different from ours. Otherwise, why would they ignore those priceless elves and let you make money ? They must have some scruples and plans, and it is not convenient to come forward in person, which is cheaper for us..."

"I don't care what knowledge they have, or what they want to do. I just need to know what I can get." Xi Lika looked at Isis and the three scrolls very hard, his The voice was hot. "Say, what can these three scrolls bring me?"

Isis thought for a while, and replied: "No matter how well these three scrolls are used, it is difficult for us to fight the elves head-on. But if we grab what the gentleman wants and grab a dozen or so elves, we should There is no problem."

"Ten or so..." Xilika smacked her lips, narrowed her eyes, and chewed the quantifier carefully. After a while, he asked Isis again: "What kind of magic is sealed in those two scrolls? What kind of effect does it have? How long will the effect last?"

"Eh... this should not be a direct killing magic..." Isis hurriedly picked up the scroll and looked at it carefully. Fortunately, his level in this area was higher than that of magic, and he came to a conclusion in a short time, and reported to the boss with surprise and joy. "Although I can't be sure, these two should be..."

After listening to the explanation of the scroll, Xilica was surprisingly unresponsive. He even fell silent, sitting cross-legged on the spot and closing his eyes.

Isis watched him quietly, not daring to disturb him. He is very clear that although this boss is more tyrannical and domineering than anyone else, he seems to be able to jump up and swallow any opponent alive at any time. But once there is a need, he can calm down completely, analyze rationally, and then wait for the opportunity with more patience than ordinary people. This is a person who publicizes the fierceness of the lion at any time, but hides the calmness of the poisonous snake, the cunning of the fox and the endurance of the scorpion deep in his heart. To be able to become the biggest force in Erasia's darkness, the Shenmuxi Thieves Group cannot be ferocious and vicious.

This is also the reason why Isis has been willing to submit to this seemingly rude and reckless man. The mind is indeed important sometimes, but the real power is the soul.

After a while, Xilica opened his eyes and asked Isis: "I remember you said that those elves are very rich."

Aixisi was stunned, and said: "When I say this, I just refer to the magic items accumulated in their hands. Since they can build a long-term teleportation magic circle, in terms of magic materials and levels, it can probably be compared with Let’s compare it to a big country like Erasia. But those guys don’t have much gold coins....”

Xilika hummed, pondered for a while, and said, "We need to hire helpers. Those are the people we planned to ask them to help last time."

"But... those people's asking price is very high..." Isis said hesitantly.

In fact, after receiving the commission and the scroll from the mysterious old man suspected of being a necromancer last time, Xilica did not take any direct action. Although Isis was sure of the effect of the magic scroll, Tula Leon Forest was not a place where one could enter and exit casually. The beauty of female elves is well-known throughout the world, and many nobles have long been eager for them, but female elves who can be caught have hardly been heard of in the past ten years, which shows how strong the elves are. So Xilica did not act rashly, but hired some other people to 'experiment'.

There are not many criminals in Erasia, and the Samushi Thieves are definitely not the only ones who will do anything for money, and because those people are used to working alone, almost all of them are capable of acting alone. And the worth of hiring them is naturally proportional to their skills. It was just a trial, and Xilica was not willing to spend a lot of money to hire a real expert, but the effect of the trial was so good, then the next thing would be another matter.

"We will agree to whatever they want. Even if there are those who need to pay a deposit first, we will pay." Xilika gave orders to Aixisi lightly, slamming every word. "Remember, I will invite as many masters as there are in Erasia. No matter how much it costs. Use all our funds, and not even keep a single gold coin."

Xilika's voice is flat ~IndoMTL.com~ Not only is he calm and steady, but he also seems to regard the gold coins that were all his motivation as things outside of him, and he doesn't cherish them.

Isis listened carefully. Although he was a little surprised, he still didn't ask any questions or doubts. He understands that there is only one situation in which a money-hungry person can spend a lot of money and lose his fortune. And this flat tone also showed how determined he was. The truly powerful emotions are the ones that can be hidden inside. He nodded immediately and turned around: "I see, I'll do it right away."

"Wait." Xilica stopped him, took a deep breath, and the slight trembling sound in his throat echoed in the secret room, like an active volcano that was about to erupt at any time. "After you go out, you ask someone to find me three women..." He paused, and his breathing trembled even more. "I want another noble boy, thirteen years old, with blond hair. Remember, noble. It is best to be the son of a viscount."

"Yes. I understand." Isis nodded, turned and walked out. It seemed that he was infected by the boss, and he was also a little excited and anxious. He could see that the next big action would be unprecedented. Maybe I should also find a woman to relieve and relax. Isis thought to himself.

Although his thing was unfortunately completely scrapped under that lightning, he still has other methods. Appreciating the painful wailing of the beautiful woman carefully is the only way he can be satisfied now.