Blasphemy: 5 Ice and Fire

The Grand Duke's Palace in Dresden is no longer the dilapidated appearance it once was. After receiving large war reparations from Latvia and Livi, Arei temporarily solved the military expenditure problem. Now that the overall situation of the Holy Alliance has been decided, in the future this grand ducal palace will be used to receive high-ranking officials and dignitaries of the empire, so naturally it cannot be too shabby. Under the guidance of elf artists, the newly renovated Grand Duke's Mansion is luxurious yet elegant, with less of the ruggedness of the North and more of the gentleness of the South.

Although the afternoon sun already contains a clear sense of warmth, and bits of new green have also decorated the northern cities with vitality, there is no sense of spring in Rogge's luxurious large study. On the contrary, there were waves of cold air that kept coming out, causing a layer of frost to form on the door.

Roger frowned and stared motionlessly at the girl sitting in front of him, the girl with countless storms in her eyes.

The girl sat there like a lifeless stone statue. Only the cold air constantly emanating from her body would remind others of her existence. She seemed to be looking at Rogge, but her eyes were completely unfocused. If you looked in carefully, these eyes were like two windows leading to another world.

The girl wore a long white dress with a butterfly-like neckline that stretched to both sides, revealing her round and slim shoulders and a large area of ​​chest muscles as crystal clear as snow. It's just the strange soft luster on her skin that makes her look more like a jade sculpture. More than a dozen criss-crossing scars could be faintly seen on her exposed skin, and there was also a faint cross scar on her cheek. It's hard to imagine that such a beautiful and mysterious girl should have suffered so many injuries.

"Amy...Acelot, you..." Rogge opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. He tried his best to find a topic, but no matter what he said, he could not get any reaction from the girl.

A girl is like a piece of lifeless ice.

Roger couldn't help but have a severe headache, and turned to look at an inconspicuous little old man sitting in the corner of the study, the God of Death.

The Death God class looked at the girl with love and affection, turning a blind eye to Rogge's help-seeking eyes. There was a hint of gloating in the corners of his slightly upturned mouth.

The dead silence in the room lasted for another hour.

Rogg couldn't bear the endless stares with the girl, so he finally winked at Death Squadron and fled out of the study.

The Death Squad also followed Rogge out of the study.

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

The Death God Ban sneered and said: "That's not a problem I should worry about. If you do it, I'll do it, if you don't, I'll be pulled down. As long as you break the contract first, I will be freed from this **** task! ”

Roger said angrily: "Even if it weren't for you, I wouldn't necessarily let Nicholas kill me!"

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

Rogg suddenly laughed and said gently: "Master Death, do you want to anger me so that you can escape from this contract? Haha, don't even think about that! Since Hughes has agreed to your condition, then I’ll just do my best. As for you, if you want to relax, wait until Nicholas is dead!”

He shrugged and said: "Who knows when Nicholas will show up? Maybe tomorrow, maybe a year, maybe ten years, haha!"

The Death Squadron's sharp gaze suddenly glanced at Rogge's throat. Rogge's face turned pale, and the memory of his throat being stabbed by the Death Squadron's sword that night flashed through his mind again.

"Lord Rogge!" The cold voice of Death Squadron sounded like it was blowing from hell, "Do you know how much the Fury of the Sky paid me to kill you last time?"

"How much?" Rogge asked calmly.

"A gold coin."

Roger laughed and said: "In your eyes, I am quite valuable!"

Death God Ban ignored Rogge's taunt and said: "I accept this gold coin so as not to set a precedent of killing people for free. Otherwise, based on what you have done, it won't be too much for me to kill you a few more times. If Not for the sake of the child Aisilote, and for the sake of the elf who sacrificed his life to block your sword that day, do you think I will take on this mission? Humph, a dragon-slaying gun... Do you really think this thing is worth it? Am I so dedicated?"

Death God Ban paused and said: "Hmph! If you break the contract, I might kill you again for another gold coin after I am freed from this task! Now...you are smart!"

Roger was silent for a moment, then smiled and said: "Death class, as a life harvester, you are no more noble than me, so don't speak to me with such a arrogant attitude. As for Lord Fury of the Sky, He was also the first person to set up a killing trap for me without even meeting me. If it hadn't been for the romantic moon that night, Adjani and I would have died by your sword. But I don't blame you, you just acted on the promise , I will put all these accounts on the wrath of the sky. I have no other advantages as a person, but I can hold grudges! I am no longer the unknown person who can be bullied by others. No matter who bites me, there will be no one left. I will never give up until I bite you back. How to put it, let’s call it the principle of reciprocal retaliation for now.”

The Death God Ban snorted and said: "You want to scare me too? If you hadn't massacred the Druid village, how could Lord Fury of the Sky want to kill you?"

Roger chuckled and said: "Master Death Class, do you really think that the people in Yunxiao City are all good people? The elves they thought they could firmly control were abducted by me. More than 10,000, I’m afraid this is the real reason why they want to kill me, right? And the Druid village was obviously killed by people from the Church of Light, so it’s really unreasonable to put the blame entirely on me, right?”

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

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

Looking at the slightly aged back of the Death Squadron, Rogge couldn't help but feel a little strange. This old and mature killer was at the peak of his skills and career. Why did he suddenly want to retire? But no matter what, Rogge was determined to pay the Death Class the full reward no matter how difficult it was. Even if the death class is no longer needed to protect Nicholas the Elf, it still doesn't allow him to return to work for the Fury of the Sky after he regains his freedom.

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

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

Treat Aisilote wholeheartedly for thirty days, so that she can smile every day.

This is another reward that the Death Squadron demands besides the Dragon-Slaying Spear.

This request does not seem difficult, but just now Rogge tried his best, and Aixilote didn't say a word. Suddenly, Rogge actually thought that he would rather face Nicholas than face this ice doll-like girl.

Roger almost didn’t recognize her during this reunion. If the girl still had a trace of human body temperature when she assassinated Rogge and took possession of her body, now she seems to have completely turned into a piece of ice. In fact, Rogge really couldn't connect this cold, thin, and slightly ethereal beautiful girl with the plump, healthy, and energetic Amy.

At this time, there was a faint cry of a baby in the distance. Rogge gently closed the door and walked towards the place where the cry came from.

Adele was lying lazily on the bed, enjoying the afternoon sunshine. Beside her bed, there was a small baby's cradle, and loud cries were coming from inside.

A maid took the child out and gave it to Adele to breastfeed.

Rogg pushed the door open and came in with a smile: "Adele, have you recovered?"

Adele looked at the child in her arms happily, and said without raising her head: "It's been ten days since I gave birth, and I'm fine. Humph! You came back in the morning, and you didn't even think of looking at me until now. .How many days can you stay this time?"

"I'll leave in the evening. The battle is almost over. You should rest for a few more days and don't get exhausted. Show me the child!"

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

This child's big eyes moved flexibly. He looked very beautiful and smart, with a hint of Clark's handsomeness between his brows and eyes. Seeing Rogge smiling and teasing the baby, Adele suddenly felt inexplicably scared.

"Roger, it took me a lot of hard work to give birth to this child...can you...stay?"

Roger was startled and said with a smile: "Where did you think of this? This child is so cute, of course I have to keep it. Can't you tell, you are really good at giving birth!"

He gently stroked Adele's bare, increasingly plump breasts, and added: "The figure is getting better and better!"

Adele puffed up her chest proudly and said with a charming smile: "Since you like it so much, my body should have recovered by the time you come back. How about we have one?"

Roger smiled slightly and just said: "Let's 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 old manager closed the door of Adele's bedroom and followed Rogge step by step. He said at the same time: "Sir Rogge, the motorcade is already waiting at the house. That child...you think what should be done about it. ?"

Roger walked in front silently, and after a moment he asked coldly: "Who else knows about this?"

The old manager replied cautiously: "Of course, everyone who knew about this matter has been killed by me on my own initiative."

Roger nodded and said calmly: "You did a good job. From now on, treat this child well and treat it as one of my own."

The old manager was a little strange, but he still responded.

Roger had already arrived in front of the study. He opened the door, which was still covered with frost, and felt a chill coming from inside.

The girl still sat there motionless, not even changing her posture.

Roger sighed secretly and said softly: "Aisilote, the time has come, come with me!"

The girl stood up Yingying, as if gliding on ice, and followed Rogge to the outside...

In the spring season in the North, the Oracle City begins to usher in its most beautiful time. With the sufficient energy support of the silver dragon egg, and no need to consume a lot of magic power to keep the city warm, the beautiful elves began to think of ways to decorate the Oracle City again.

The entire Oracle City is full of green, with flowers of various colors dotted in the greenery. Under the ancient elf trees, countless strange beasts and birds are leisurely enjoying the spring sunshine. Occasionally they will jump into the hands of passing elves and enjoy a gentle caress.

Every time he stepped into the City of Oracle, Rogge felt very relaxed and happy. In this fairyland-like city, he could always temporarily put aside the thoughts of fighting for power and gain.

But this time he was particularly happy.

A pretty and unparalleled figure ran from a distance and was in front of him in a blink of an eye.

Froya wore a long dress with no decorations, but the elven tailoring perfectly outlined her curves. Whether it was her breasts, waist, hips or flowing eyes, Rogge would be fascinated every time he looked at it. Heartbeat.

The little fairy's blond hair was casually coiled on her head, and her beautiful face seemed to be shining with a faint halo. It seemed like she was having a really good time during this time.

She stood in front of Rogge and looked at him intently, which made the fat man feel uneasy and his breathing quickened.

The little goblin suddenly screamed in joy, threw himself into Rogge's arms, and threw him to the ground.

Looking at Froya's flowery face so close and feeling the warm and soft body in his arms, the fat man couldn't help but feel confused, almost not knowing that everything in front of him was really an illusion.

Xius smiled ambiguously and coughed. Ai Xilote, who had been following Rogge, seemed to be turning a blind eye to everything.

Froya climbed up as if it had happened, and then struggled to pull Roger up. She couldn't help complaining: "Damn fat man, you are heavy again!"

Roger heyed twice, not knowing what to say.

Froya pulled up her hair, put one hand on her waist, stared at Hughes and said, "Elder Hughes, have you been feeling unwell lately? Why are you coughing in such a nice weather?"

Xius smiled and said: "Your Highness is becoming more and more energetic."

"Of course," Froya smiled sweetly and said: "Here we only have new tea and sunshine every day, so naturally we will be happy."

When he heard the word 'new tea', Hughes's expression immediately changed and he asked hurriedly: "Your Highness, my tea garden..."

The little goblin said calmly: "Everything is fine in your tea garden, except that the tea trees in the center are growing too slowly. I may have picked them too harshly. You'd better take care of them as soon as possible..."

Xius's face changed drastically. He said nothing, and his figure disappeared in an instant with a flash of green fighting spirit.

Froya took Rogge's hand and said to Aixilot: "Sister Iceman, let me borrow your fat man for a while, and I will return it to you in a while!"

Acelott finally reacted. The icy wind in her eyes disappeared and was replaced by a clear blue. There was a strange howling wind in her voice:

"Feel free to use it."

The little goblin quietly stuck out his tongue, picked up the still confused Rogge and ran away.

A moment later, Rogge and Froya were sitting side by side in the crown of an ancient elf tree.

Both of them have great magical attainments at this moment. The surging magic power of the ancient elf tree brought the invisible wind of magic to gently blow through their bodies, making them feel very comfortable.

After a long while, Rogge opened his eyes and said with a smile: "I didn't expect there to be such a good place in the City of Oracle."

Froya still closed her eyes in enjoyment and said: "Humph! You only think about harming people every day, how can you have time to appreciate this?"

Looking at her beautiful side profile, Rogge's heart skipped a beat. He tentatively put his hands around Froya's waist, and Froya followed the trend and gently and softly fell into his arms.

Rogg looked at her pretty little nose, long eyelashes, and lips flashing with a strange and mysterious lavender luster, and softly called: "Froya..."

"Huh?" The little goblin moved his body to make himself lie more comfortable.

"Don't you hate me?"

The goblin opened his eyes, and there was a smile in his bright eyes: "I have been charmed by your soul, how can I hate you!"

Roger was shocked. He never expected that the trick would be exposed by the goblin on the spot. His face turned red, he hummed and hahaed a few times, and finally said, "You know everything?"

Froya smiled and patted Rogge's face, and said: "When I woke up, I felt something was wrong. She is one with the artifact Lost Paradise. A little research will tell you what you **** fat guy did. My hands and feet are gone."

Roger's face turned even redder and he said, "Then you...have solved the charm of my soul?"

Froya caressed Rogge's face and said with a smile: "Don't pretend to be blushing. Are you still embarrassed? It would be weird to believe you!"

She closed her eyes again, moved her body comfortably, and said softly: "The charm of your soul is still there! I have never been so happy and relaxed as now, why do you want to untie it?"

The little fairy’s squeeze~IndoMTL.com~ is very charming. Rogge's heart felt hot, and his body couldn't help but react.

Froya felt something immediately, opened her eyes and said: "Damn fat man, what do you want to do?"

Rogg smiled and hugged her, saying: "Of course what you want to do is not a good thing!"

His hand was held down by Froya.

The little goblin suddenly turned around, leaned forward, with a pair of purple lips slightly open, and was getting closer and closer in front of Rogge's eyes...

Like a dragonfly touching water, Froya's lips touched Rogge's mouth.

Froya suddenly smiled and said: "You should go find your Iceman sister!"

She leaned back and jumped down from the ancient tree with her head on her feet. As she approached the ground, a breeze gently lifted her body and carried her away quickly.

Her clear voice still echoed in Rogge's ears, making the fat man ecstatic.

"Why do you want to satisfy your animal desires..."