Diablo Destruction

"Burgundy devil?"

I tilted my head and thought for a long time before I remembered that this seemed to be the nickname of the old drunkard when he was young. It seemed very impressive, and it was also the only information I knew about her past.

"Can you tell me specifically what the burgundy devil means? Otherwise, I don't know what to do."

After thinking about it, I thought this was a good opportunity to inquire about information, so I asked quickly.

"Yes, if you don't tell me, how will you know?"

This mysterious elf man in red clothes and white hair sighed softly with his eyes lost.

"How to describe it? The burgundy devil, the one wearing a red cloak, the long hair tied into a ponytail is like the most beautiful Sac crystal red wine, flowing with the luster of rubies, the dyed devil sitting on the top of the continent On the Blood Throne, looking down at the ants under her feet with contempt, the arrogant queen kills people like no other and is arrogant..."

"Etc., etc……"

I covered my dizzy forehead and stretched out my hand precariously to stop this guy from continuing to read the lines that made my stomach churn.

"Are you sure you're talking about this guy?"

I rummaged in the inventory for a while, and finally took out a portrait, and dangled it in front of the mysterious red a... Sorry, I mispronounced it again, it was the mysterious elf man in red.

The portrait is a vivid one. After getting drunk, the old drunkard stood on the wine table in the posture of golden rooster and spread his drink. There were messy bottles and dishes around the table that were kicked away by her. He stood under the table, leaning on The hotel owner, who is over 100 years old and has gray hair, was holding a cane and stretched out his old hand trembling slightly. He wanted to stop it but did not dare to stop it. He looked like he was afraid but wanted to speak. His face was covered with bitter wrinkles and tears. There are also adventurers and lithe barmaids who are crawling and rolling, scurrying around in fear of being avoided. What this picture wants to express is that the high-ranking officials in the old society were drunk and causing trouble, preying on the common people, oppressing the common people, and occupying women from good families (? )’s cruel side that does no evil is perfectly highlighted.

From the hint of the painter's vivid and refreshing mood in the painting, we can see that the old man who painted this portrait must have been oppressed by the old drunkard. Just showing this portrait to Akala, I I can guarantee that the old drunkard will be sent to mine for at least three years by the angry Akala.

Below the portrait, there are a few lines of words, which were discussed and decided by me and more than a dozen of Rogge’s bar owners.

First of all, there are three shocking big blood-red characters in the middle of the first line - wanted order! This was written by a bar owner who had failed to collect debts for ten years. He bit his fingers in anger and wrote it with his own blood.

By the way, although this kind of behavior was indeed very heroic and made many bar owners call him a hero, but afterwards, because the bite wound was not treated in time, it became infected and the medical expenses cost five or six gold coins, and the old drunkard owed him The total amount of money spent on drinks was just over three gold coins...

Of course, I think this account must still be charged to the old drunkard, and this fact has fully demonstrated that the debt collection behavior against the old drunkard is no longer just a matter of money, but has risen to more than ten bars. As an operator, the boss also has a battle for dignity as Rogge’s third stingy. To put it simply, this is a declaration of challenge for the camp’s third stingy boss together with dozens of tough bosses to challenge the camp’s second stingy status. Win Okay, we will be the second stingiest person in the camp from now on.

Uh~~, having said that, this is really not a title worthy of making people happy...

Under the wanted order, there was naturally some information about the old drunkard.

Race: Human (probably)

Gender: Female (you will lose if you treat her as an ordinary woman)

Age: unknown (but definitely an old woman)

Hobby: wine! liquor! liquor! (It seems that you can use wine to lure her out and capture her)

Below is a narrative.

"The above-mentioned prisoner is heavily in debt and has not repaid the money he owes. I, the alliance elder and the debtor Druid Wu Fan, have decided after discussing with more than ten other creditors that anyone can arrest this person and order him to do so. If you repay the money, you can take half of the debt as remuneration.”

Originally, I planned to choose an auspicious day to post this wanted notice on the alliance bulletin board in the camp market. Unexpectedly, I was disturbed by the marriage and forgot about it for a while. But it happened to be that I can get it now. Come out and use it.

The mysterious man in red...ah, it's really too troublesome, so I'll just call you Red B. If you don't want to tell me your name, then I'll call you Red B without mercy! !

Red B's eyes were fixed on the portrait, and he didn't know whether he wanted to laugh or feel pain and sadness. The handsome face of the super fine prince was somewhat similar to that of a mature young woman killer. Shining teeth will appear clenched.

Um? With this description, I noticed that this guy is really similar to the super fine prince. Could he be a relative?

"No, absolutely not..."

After staring for several minutes, Red B seemed to have gotten rid of something. He staggered back a few steps, pressed his forehead with his thumb and index finger, and denied firmly.

Right, no, how is it possible? How can we "wear a red cloak and have long hair tied into a ponytail like the most beautiful Sac crystal red wine, flowing with the luster of rubies, sitting on the blood-stained throne at the top of the continent, speaking with contempt?" "The arrogant queen who looks down at the ants under her feet, murderous and arrogant" is connected with the drunken old woman in the portrait in front of her?

Let's analyze it. The red cloak is correct, but the old drunkard's is a dirty red cloak. It is said to be a mass-produced product. I always have hundreds of spare ones at home. I once broke one, and it was still there. He wanted to use the ridiculous excuse of "this red cloak contains countless stories and is my priceless treasure" in an attempt to blackmail me severely.

Then there is the one tied into a ponytail, like that one with a drink? I seem to have heard about it from Fini. It is said to be the most precious wine secretly stored by the elves. Anyway, let’s ignore this for now. How can we get rid of the old drunkard’s shoulder-length red hair that hasn’t been washed for who knows how many days? Hair, associated with such a cute and adorable setting as wearing a ruby ​​ponytail?

As for the queen, that's even more of a joke. I think it's the drunken devil sitting on the wine bottle mountain with a trance-like look and a ridiculous posture.

All in all, this is definitely the most ridiculous joke I have heard in the past few years. If the old drunkard is the person Red B talks about, then my family’s dry food reserve, that little golden retriever animal that overestimates its capabilities, might be a golden giant. Where is the dragon? Hahahahaha~~~

"That's right, it's her, but it's not her. So, what I want now is for you to turn this self-destructive waste into the majestic queen you used to be!!"

After calming down, Red B said in a decisive tone.

"Wait a minute, did I hear it right? Is there something wrong with my ears? Turning an old drunkard into...this way?"

I looked at the red b with the eyes of an alien, and suddenly remembered something, rolled up the portrait of the old drunkard, and then carefully took out the other portrait.

It is a picture that seems to be flowing with blood.

The gray sky, the earth full of fresh blood, corpses scattered everywhere, and several monotonous colors perfectly outline the atmosphere of the battlefield. Looking at this painting, one can smell the strong smell of blood with one's nose.

In the center of the battlefield, there was a mountain of corpses piled high. Looking upward, a ray of golden light fell from the gray sky and shone on the top of the mountain of corpses.

In the wisps of golden light, stood a tall figure, the golden armor stained with the blood of the enemy wrapped around the slender and plump female body, with a faint blood-red battlefield wind, and the golden armor tied into a ponytail shone like gold. Her beautiful long hair is raised high, like a standing golden flag that exudes aloofness.

When the eyes adapt to the golden ray of light in the gray battlefield, a beautiful and flawless face with a proud color will make this ray of light appear in the gray world like an oasis in the desert heavy. The comparison went on.

With a confident, arrogant, and cruel smile, she inserted the golden spear with blood still on the back of a corpse at her feet. She looked down at the corpses under the mountain of corpses, the golden beauty. There was a trace of satisfaction in his pupils.

The contemptuous and proud eyes seemed to be inadvertently looking beyond the portrait. Those surrounding the mountain of corpses where she stood were holding trembling weapons and looking up at the approaching warriors with fear and admiration.

So proud, so beautiful, as if she was the only color left in the sky and on earth.

That look, that heroic posture, makes people involuntarily think of a sentence in their minds, battlefield rose - lonely, confident, arrogant, like a high-ranking slay queen, the red petals she blooms can only be filled with blood. Watering can make it more beautiful and charming.

Yes, the woman in this portrait is Sister Sharna. I remember it was a few years ago. Well, one day not long after the martial arts tournament, I forced my sister to paint it. The old painter at that time was so scared... ...This is the famous Queen Rogge. I am afraid that if the tip of her pen is slightly crooked, the heads of the whole family will be divided.

However, the result of the painting was quite good. Although my sister didn't say anything, I could tell that she was quite satisfied and asked me to keep it well. I must take it out and look at it every day, otherwise the consequences would be serious.

In addition to the portraits of Sister Sharna, there are also Willas, Sarah, Little Ghost, Linya, Lena, Little Fox, etc. Everyone has drawn several pictures, which I carefully kept in the inventory. The most important corner is placed together with the bug amulet, the perfect gem and the comprehensive vitality rejuvenation potion.

From this, it can be seen that compared with Bai Lang, the dead sister-controlling and sultry man who only puts Lena's small portrait in his necklace, I am much more upright and have much higher taste.

However, what makes me more depressed is Princess Sanwu. Although I took her to the old painter several times to paint, the final portraits only showed the scenery behind her, and only one big living person was missing. The old painter I was also very puzzled, claiming that when I was concentrating on painting, the figure of Princess Sanwu became blurry and transparent for some reason, and my attention was unknowingly on the scenery behind.

Later, I kept thinking that maybe Princess Sanwu is more suitable for the word ghost than Little Ghost.

Therefore, the only part of the portrait that is missing is Princess Sanwu, but this little Loli princess is not very sad. Instead of the portrait, she stuffed a lot of books for me, so that I can read them from time to time and think of her. (Indeed, as long as you take a glance at it, you will immediately think of it. After all, there is only one such Princess H in the entire continent.) Well, I don’t need to explain the contents of these books.

Oh, and there was also a pair of white panties that she said she wore for two days.

"..."

This little one completely treated me like a pervert. Did she think I would be happy to give me such a good thing? So naive (nosebleed)! !

Later, classmate Alice, the little saint girl from H, learned about this and tried to follow suit, but finally gave up, because for her, having to wear underwear for two days in a row really bothered her more than rubbing her face...

Ahem, the topic seems to be getting further and further. Let’s get back to the topic. Seeing Red B staring at the portrait of Sister Sharna in his hand, with an expression of ecstasy recalling the past, I quickly put the portrait away vigilantly.

Oops, this guy probably won't fall in love with someone else. He must be attracted to Sister Sharna.

"Like, so similar."

After muttering to himself in despair, after a while, Red B seemed to wake up.

"Although she looks like it, it's not quite the same. Compared with the burgundy devil, she's still a little bit inferior. In terms of aura and charm..."

Too bad for your sister! !

Seeing that this bastard actually compared an old woman like Old Drunkard with Sister Sharna, and she was a little worse, I almost couldn't help but kicked her over. At least I remembered that he was a master on the same level as Old Drunkard. , it is not something that I can afford now.

But that's fine, at least it seems that Sister Sharna doesn't have any intentions, so let him continue to be obsessed with the old drunkard who only exists in fantasy.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, although I don’t think Hong B can pose any threat to my relationship with Sister Sharna with his handsome face. The bond between our siblings is nothing. Handsomeness is beyond comparison, but after all, if you are being cared about by a field-level master, you will feel worried in your heart. What if this guy is too soft to be hard?

"Let me confirm your deal. You are right to let me turn that old drunkard into this."

"Yes, that's probably it." Red B smiled and nodded.

Without saying a word, I regarded the dark gold equipment and perfect gems in his hands as if they were nothing, turned around and walked away.

Just kidding, let me turn an old drunkard into the image of Sister Sharna. Why don't you let me turn a dead dog into a golden dragon? Even if a divine weapon were placed in front of me, I would not be moved because it is simply impossible to do it.

Lanster watched the other party leave without stopping, because he also knew that this was an impossible task.

Although she is no longer the same person, she is still her, and no one can change her unless she wants to.

No matter how much the personality and temperament change, there is only a trace of pride hidden deep in the soul that will not disappear and cannot be touched or changed by anyone.

"It failed."

A laughing taunt came from the top of the tree. Lanster looked up and saw that at some point, Kasha was already sitting on it, leaning against the trunk of the tree, drinking and casting his playful gaze down.

"Oh my, I originally wanted to tease that kid, but I didn't expect that he was not stupid enough and was not tempted."

Lanster shrugged his shoulders, showing a helpless expression.

"Little follower, you are too obsessed with the past, be careful I kill you if you don't like it."

Dirty, she directly wiped the wine stains on the corner of her mouth with her sleeve. Kasha tilted her head slightly and looked at Lanster from the corner of her eye. Her gaze became sharper as her eyes narrowed slightly. Some.

Lanster was stunned for a long time before sighing, raising his head and squinting his eyes slightly, as if he was recalling what he was tasting, and then spoke.

"Little follower... I haven't heard this word in how many years. I thought you had forgotten it."

After a pause, Lanster turned his back to Kasha, tilted his head slightly, and looked at him from the side.

"Although, maybe you have your reasons, but for me, who has fallen in love with that burgundy devil, such a reason is too cruel, so..."

With a self-deprecating smile, Lanster closed his eyes.

"So, no matter what this time, I will be willful for once. If you want to kill, then go ahead and die in your hands. It is better than waiting for the passage of time and the boring death of aging. It makes me feel much happier."

After saying that, Lanster strode away. Even as he said, he shut down all his senses as a super master, leaving Kasha with a defenseless back. It was as if he was saying - I have done it. Be prepared. If you want to kill, come and kill.

If Kasha was willing and aimed a powerful blow at the back, Lanster would definitely be dead.

Of course, it is impossible for Kasha to do this. Even if she takes a hundred steps back, she has this idea, but she must also take into account the relationship between the alliance and the elves. You know, although not many people in the entire elves know the existence of Lanster, But his status is unquestionable, even higher than Lehmann.

"Oh, is it so difficult to live a relaxed life? Sometimes I really envy that boy."

After muttering softly, Kasha disappeared on the spot.

At this time, I was facing a severe test.

As soon as I returned to the banquet, I was blocked by two little girls, Tia and Beja.

"Wow, I caught you, Fanfan~~"

Before I could react, Tia teleported in front of me, holding her arms tightly with both hands and pressing the soft and plump bulge on her chest.

Unfortunately, I am not in the mood to enjoy the pleasure of sex on my arms. The words "mischief" are clearly written on the faces of these two little girls.

Woohoo~, has even kind-hearted Tia been taught bad things?

While keeping a vigilant eye on Tia, Beja also quickly came up to me, stood on the other side and grabbed me tightly, forming a terrifying tactic of attacking from both sides with Tia.

However, Beja, an elf beauty, was never as carefree as Tia. She didn't know how to guard against men and women. She just grabbed my wrist with both hands. That's it, her pretty and cute face was also stained with a layer of rosy, probably very. Don't be so close to the opposite sex.

"You...what do you want to do?"

Seeing the two little girls laughing at me, I couldn't help but show an expression of fear. When Beiya took out a bottle of wine from nowhere, the fear in my heart immediately turned into despair.