Dust of History Chapter 25: Such a person

"Your ears are good." The man's smile still looked weird, but his voice was a bit sharp, like a knife.

"Ear? Would you like to touch it?" Jessica not only came out, but also came over. The smile on her face was as sweet as sugar, and it was the kind of sugar added with aphrodisiac spices, exuding a taste that could stir the most subtle strings in the deepest, most secret and most sensitive places in the heart. She didn't seem to say anything, but this smile can make people associate everything. Not only did she come over, she also sat directly next to the man, raised his hand and placed it on her face.

It felt as delicate and smooth as satin, and she led the man's hand into the silky black hair, sliding towards the ears.

The man was stunned, because he didn't touch anything, but there was nothing where the ear should be, or there were only two smooth scars beside the ear hole. At that time, his voice was deliberately controlled to be very low, and he was very clear about the positions of the other people, including this woman. Even the ears of a werewolf couldn't hear his voice clearly, let alone she didn't even have ears.

"I saw it, I can read lips." The woman put her hand on his shoulder, stretched her legs, stood up, and straddled him. Her voice was hot, sweet, and sandy, like boiling sugar in a pot.

"Oh, that means your eyesight is very good." The man smiled. He didn't take his hand back, but continued to slide backwards, and finally his fingers stopped at the first segment of the cervical spine at the back of her head. This is an absolute cause. As long as one exerts force, the effect is similar to beheading, and it will be more effective than stabbing a knife into the heart.

Whether she heard or saw it, it would never be just this sentence. And if those words let others know. Although it may not be a bad thing, it is by no means a good thing.

"Not only do I have good eyesight, but I also have a lot of good things, you will know right away..." She began to pant lightly, as if she didn't care about the hand on her neck that could kill at any time, and the twisted waist sitting on the man's leg. He moved, and his chest was pressed against the man's chest. The tights are not thick, and you can clearly feel that the two subtle places below are firming up. She moved slowly, rubbing, and moaned out of breath.

"I suggest you stop." The man's voice was still cold. The fingers tightened slightly. "I'm not used to having someone I don't know crawling around on me."

"You say that with your mouth, but your body is not..." The woman straddled the man's waist, twisting her slender waist. The round and light buttocks pressed down and straightened, making a soul-stirring sound, it was hard to tell whether it was panting, moaning or laughter. She slipped her hand into the man's clothes, touched and squeezed the strong muscles, panted and tremblingly said: "Don't worry. Since I dare to tell you these things, I didn't intend to hinder you... I don't care what you want What to do... I only want you...you are so strong..."

Elves are already very rare on the continent of Enros, and black elves, the alternative of these elves, are even rarer, almost seen in stories. According to some ancient legends. This race is a nation transformed from ordinary elves who abandoned the light and fell into darkness, living in the dark underground. Compared to their day-like night vision in the dark, their silver-white hair and pitch-black skin, etc., the biggest and deepest impression of the Black Elves is probably their unrestrained enthusiasm. To the old-fashioned population, they are slutty . This characteristic makes this race, which originally had more women than men, seem to be a purely female tribe in the eyes of many people.

This eighth-layer race of women probably developed the instinct of sexual **** into a culture and an art for the continuation of the race for a long time. The naked pursuit of the female night elves for those interested in the opposite **** is enough to drive most men crazy.

"But why is your hair black? So are your eyes..." The man hesitated, looking at her silky black hair. All black elves have silver hair.

Jessica's mouth was already close to the man's ear, her wet and small tongue stuck into his ear, she bit her teeth lightly, and said vaguely: "Since your face can It's fake, why can't my hair be..." Her voice was mixed with the moisture of her breath, which had an intoxicating taste, and seemed to be drilling into the pores and getting drunk into the bones of people. She bit something on the man's face with her teeth, and with a jerk, a mask had been torn off.

The man suddenly turned her over and pressed her under him, and the nails on his fingers had already sunk into the flesh of her neck. If she had the slightest sign of murderous intent, her head would have been severed long before her body could move.

She didn't seem to have any pain or other feelings at all. A pair of big dark eyes gleamed black light in this dark room. Seeing the face that just emerged from the mask, it was full of intoxicated and excited flames. . She touched the face that is familiar to almost everyone in the entire continent and is still remembered by many people, and said softly and hoarsely: "I knew that you must be much more beautiful than the one in the portrait. No matter how similar the painting is, It doesn't taste like you, the kind of real man..."

"You are playing with fire." Asa looked at the black elf below him coldly. From a human point of view, she is definitely a rare stunner. "Dare to expose my identity directly and let me know that you know my secret, do you want to die?"

"Death is all found by myself. Since I dare to say it in front of you, I have never been afraid... Do you know... When I saw your wanted warrant, I knew it must be a very A strong man...the most dangerous wanted criminal with the highest reward in the history of the mainland...I saw you again in the past two days. I can feel that you must be you...except for you, who else has such a taste and wildness... ...Do you know... just the smell of your body makes me excited..." She continued to penetrate deep into Asa's clothes, her legs wrapped around his waist involuntarily. "If you want to kill, kill it...but please kill it after the fact...die on such a man...what a pity..."

Asa looked at Jessica's face close at hand, and smelled the scent radiating from her body. Feeling every inch of her body on his own body, every friction of extreme sexual desire. In fact, his blood had already boiled like magma, and there was already a huge crazy impulse hitting around in his body, supporting Qingming's change entirely by will. He left her neck unconsciously, slipped into her clothes, and murmured, "Such a woman...why do you want to kill..." His last voice also became gasping, grabbing He grabbed her clothes and pulled them hard.

There was a loud sound of cloth breaking, and the female elf below her screamed with excitement, her whole body convulsed with excitement.

Celeste.

This area, which was originally just a huge barren hill, has become the central holy place of the church for more than two hundred years. At that time, King Injustice of Erasia donated this piece of land to the church, and also funded countless resources and money to build the most magnificent and greatest building so far. The headquarters of the church, Glorious Castle.

The glorious castle, which is built entirely of magnificent marble, is bathed in sunlight. It is more majestic than any emperor's palace, and its huge size demonstrates the supreme majesty of God. The bright marble reflects the sun. In the surrounding clouds and mist, a white and golden haze reflecting each other is reflected, as if the entire castle is soaked in the holy brilliance of white magic.

Holy, majestic, majestic. The Glorious Castle is enough to imprint these three concepts directly into the souls of the believers who look up to it. Even stubborn people who don't believe in religion or even pagans who worship the devil have to be in awe and shock when facing it.

The teleportation magic circle of Glorious Castle was built in the lower center of the square. There are no specially arranged guards for the teleportation magic circle. Or it is completely unnecessary, everyone who can walk here is at least a senior magician, and there are dozens of templars and temple knights in Megatron Continent. This place is more majestic and holy than anywhere, and it is also safer than anywhere.

The light of the teleportation magic circle lights up. A young samurai appeared in the magic circle.

A samurai is young, handsome, mighty and good-looking. A head of golden short hair, if it is long, it must be as dazzling as the overflowing sunshine. However, although such short hair is not full of light, it is a casual and relaxed temperament. The azure blue eyes are as pure as gemstones, but when you look closely, the depth in them is like a boundless ocean. The relaxed and natural expression on his lips does not appear to be out of harmony with the solemnity of the surroundings, on the contrary, it seems to add a little vitality to the environment. No matter who looks at such a young man, he will feel very comfortable and pleasing to the eye.

The samurai stepped down from the teleportation magic circle, and a passing priest smiled and nodded at him: "God bless you, templar, have you completed your mission?"

"Bless the Lord, those barbaric nomads are vulnerable." The young templar also smiled and nodded. There were wet bloodstains on his body, even on his hair and face. I don't know if it was because of his easy-going and natural demeanor or because of the holy atmosphere of this glorious castle, but it didn't look conspicuous at all. "I rushed to report to Knight Commander Lancelot. I hope I am number one, ha ha."

"Oh, Knight Commander Lancelot is having a meeting with His Majesty the Pope and several bishops in the conference hall. You can go to the exhibition hall in front of the hall and wait. Knight Talis is also there."

"Oh. Has Knight Talis returned so soon? I am the first one besides me." The Templar smiled wryly and scratched his head.

The hall was empty, and His Majesty the Pope was holding a meeting with the bishops in the conference hall next door. Only Talis, the Knight of the Temple, was silently confessing in front of the altar. A burst of footsteps startled her, she turned around, nodded to the comer and saluted: "God be with you. Jawi warrior."

"God is with you too, Knight Talis." The templar replied with a very standard etiquette. Well-behaved and pious like an old vicar who has lived in Celeste for decades. "Unexpectedly, you arrived earlier than me. I thought I was the fastest."

"According to this, have you wiped out the nomads who harassed the Duchy of Castries?" The female knight looked surprised. "That...is the most difficult mission issued by Lord Lancelot. It was originally a mission to be promoted to a temple knight. In such a short time, you..."

"It's all under the blessing of the Lord. The bodies of those heretics are more vulnerable than a piece of paper under the glorious sword of the Lord." The templar's tone was generous and chic, but he could show enough humility.

Talis was only amazed. Although this young warrior is only a templar at the moment, that is only because of his seniority. In terms of his ability, he is definitely above him. Since being discovered by Bishop Adela, he has shown extraordinary strength and talent in just one or two months after entering Celeste. It can definitely be regarded as Celeste's rare genius warrior in a century.

Not only is the genius of the samurai, but he is so good everywhere. He took all the halo that originally belonged to Talis, the youngest temple knight, to himself.

Even so, Talis herself didn't have the slightest bit of jealousy or hostility towards him. She's just downright admiring, admiring. What he exudes is not only the excellent brilliance, but also the attractive charm.

"The rest of the resettlement work has been handed over to the troops of the principality. I want to come back and fight for the first place. How do you know..." The templar smiled, showing his white teeth Vitality and vigor. "Unexpectedly, you should be the first step. You are indeed the youngest disciple of Lord Temple Knight."

"I...I..." Talis's handsome face flushed. It took all the strength to say a word. "I failed."

"Huh?" The templar looked extremely surprised. "How come... Didn't you go to Erasia with Bishop Eschael? The situation there is not dangerous."

"It's all my fault. I have ruined the honor of the Templar Knights, and the light of this glorious armor has dimmed. I have come to report my failure to Lord Lancelot and Lord Bishop Eschael Yes." The female knight lowered her head and said in a repentant voice. "I was ordered to destroy the thieves in Erathia, but in the end I escaped... no... I failed even to escape, and I was caught by those thieves. Fortunately, a... a believer of the Lord did not hesitate to take risks Save me, otherwise..."

The templar frowned and asked: "Doesn't each knight still have a few top-level magic scrolls? Are you not willing to use them?"

"I used it. But... the two elemental giants were just hit by the opponent..."

"Can you destroy two elemental giants with one blow?" The templar was stunned, but he smiled again immediately. "In that case, the failure of this battle is not your fault, but the opponent is too strong. It is God's blessing that you can escape unscathed. You don't have to blame yourself."

Looking at the smile on the other side that is as bright and warm as the sun. Talis felt a little relieved unconsciously. Although strictly speaking she is still his senior and her rank is higher than his, but for some reason, she always feels that she is much smaller in front of him. There is always an urge to ask him for advice.

The templar frowned and thought about it, and said to Talis: "Can you tell me about the battle? I'm curious about such a powerful thief."

"The thing is like this..." Talis recounted the battle in the basement that day in detail. In particular, the man's actions and that weird knife were described in great detail. The Templar listened carefully, and would ask questions in many places. He looked calm and peaceful on the outside, but there seemed to be countless waves rolling in those blue eyes.

Talis looked at him quietly. It was only then that she discovered why this man who looked not much older than herself could appear so strong and outstanding. That's because although he has the energy and vigor of a young man, he also has something deep that ordinary young people don't have. Such as wisdom, restraint, tolerance. These wealth should have been accumulated through considerable setbacks and pains, but in such a young man, years of pondering can naturally make gemstones shine more beautifully.

The templar thought for a while and said, "I dare to give you a suggestion, Knight Talis. Your failure this time... is actually related to your noble and arrogant personality."

His voice was soft and pleasant, like a spring breeze blowing against his face, which would not cause any disgust. The female knight nodded quickly and said, "What does that mean?"

"If you can be more cautious, and use the elemental scroll or the light of the rhombic mirror to fight with all your strength from the beginning, it is actually hard to say whether the battle will be won or lost. Contempt ~IndoMTL.com~ This led to the subsequent failure." Templar recalled a moment, showing a very bright smile and said. "I remember someone said, 'Character is everything'."

"Yes. I forgot the humility that a knight should have. I was wrong." The female knight thought for a while, sighed and nodded, then frowned again. "Character determines everything? This is really a strange argument."

"Because the person who said that is a very strange guy." The templar smiled again, as if recalling something. "By the way, the person you mentioned... do you know anything else about him?"

"This man's name is Sandro." Talis said

"What?" The templar was taken aback.

"You know this person?" Talis felt strange.

"How is that possible." The templar sneered, his smile was brighter than the sun. "I was just thinking, such a person... is really interesting."

With a creak, the door of the conference hall opened.

The templar said to Talis: "Let's go, I think the bishops will also be interested in such a person."