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Chapter 304 - Destroying His Mind (II)

"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding."

It's like an after-dinner leisure activity for many upper-class families.

Eleazar takes a walk through the prairie with her makeshift pet on a leash.

Well, how did that guy know I'd go soft?

Looking back at the figure that was moving incredibly slowly, he said faintly, "Step up, go through the process sooner, end the pain sooner."

"Uh-uh-uh-uh..."

The mouth in the mask seemed to be gagged as well, and it was impossible to hear what was being said, except that she was filled with energy all of a sudden, and that bell was ringing.

"Heh, I'm not a nice guy."

Eleazar laughed lightly to himself.

...

The evening breeze blew quietly, brushing through her hair and over her ears, surging in through the uncovered neckline, stirring up goosebumps, fluttering out from her waist almost as lightly as if it were light, her palms and knees raw from the roots of the grass, and completely cool behind her tailbone, that bell pendant just exposed to the moonlight and swaying gently, something she'd never thought of before, completely crushing her status as a king's daughter to smithereens.

No one knew what kind of face she had under the mask.

There was silence all around without the slightest extra sound coming from the area, only an inexplicable sense of reassurance, and then as the unbridled bells continued to jangle, Phyllis slowly rose with a sense of alienation, only to feel a burst of electricity spreading out from the pull as if something horrible was about to gush out from the depths.

The king's daughter, who was completely immersed in her world, suddenly bumped into stopped feet.

With her entire face covered in a mask, she could only try to tilt her head up and peer around by the narrow light from her nostrils.

Why don't you leave?

Are we there yet?

An inexplicable wave of gratitude and loss flooded through her.

Stopping in his tracks, Eleazar looks faintly around at what seems to be space.

"What a coincidence, are you guys taking a walk too?"

Phyllis was stunned, half listening to the words, her mind fluttering wildly, an unimaginable wave of shame and excitement surging through her, her tailbone exploding like a bolt of lightning, a fountain of water gushing out as she threw back her head and whimpered.

"Oooooh..."

The few people who showed up looked at that scene in shock.

"It's... Rune's side has such a rotten lifestyle?"

"From Loran?"

Eleazar let go of the silver chain in his hand and put his hands behind his back.

Phyllis, whose aftershocks had not yet passed, listened to the familiar voice she had heard in the banquet a few days before, and only felt as if her body had been struck by lightning, with one torrent after another, completely unable to stop.

Completely fragmented and broken, only a remnant of his mind remained in the end.

Great, they... Didn't recognize me...

The few people on the field were somewhat silent, and the brutal scene that should have been a matter of death for you and life for me became extraordinarily quiet.

"Bang!" Until a gunshot suddenly came from the distant attic.

The serenity was suddenly torn apart again, and the 5 people suddenly erupted their forms and disappeared.

Witcher directly kicked the king's daughter far away, and with a grip of his hand, a sword of lava formed out of thin air rolled up a heat that made the entire grass wither, forcing back the 5 people who were combining in every direction.

An assassin whose weapon was all but knocked out staggered and quickly pulled out a scroll and tossed it.

With a mysterious invisible wave spreading, Eleazar realized that the Dragon's Breath Fire Sword in his hand directly eclipsed half of its power.

Flame out?

Celine Artifacts don't work out there...

Eleazar muses for a moment, suddenly shifting the power of the Silver Ring into the power of time.

The red glowing fire blade disappeared from his hand on the spot, as if nothing was left.

Indeed it did, and Eleazar could barely feel the energy weapon still in his hand anymore.

And the 5 assassins thought it was the spell scrolls taking effect, and instantly seized the moment of their opponent's confusion to launch a deadly attack.

Shadow Steps--

Backstabbing!

Smear the throat!

Plucking out hearts!

Cutting!

Cranium Crush!

Witcher, who swung his arm empty for a moment, was instantly missed by five weapons.

"Ka!!!"

So hard!

The feel of the hand was not at all the splattering of blood and flesh and splitting into pieces that they had imagined, but rather it was like stabbing into an incomparably hard piece of metal, causing only moderate damage at best, and that was counting the effect of the poison coating.

Watching the cursed armor that had finally realized the danger automatically emerge, Eleazar slowly raised his head.

"When you accepted the commission, didn't you ask for a weapon with armor-breaking properties?"

The assassins looked at their cracked Transcendent weapons and were so distressed that they stepped back in fear.

"Don't be arrogant, when we go back to change our weapons you'll be dead, even if you can escape this time, there's still the next time to greet you, even if we fail there'll be the next to make up for it, and you'll live your whole life shrouded in darkness!"

The leading assassin, said with blood spurting out of his mouth, his eyes full of unwillingness.

"Well, I know, and I sincerely hope that in your next life, you will be ready to take on another mission."

With that said Eleazar watched blandly as his opponent's entire team was cut off.

The rift in time, delayed for nearly ten seconds before erupting, swallowed the fragile beings whole.

Then gathering up the loot, Eleazar quickly takes the king's daughter by the hand and runs back into the loft.

As it happens, 3 stiff bodies with eyes about to burst were thrown down from above.

At the sound of the bell, a white mask full of cracks poked out of the parapet again.

Eleazar's body stiffened unavoidably then.

Fina then took off her faceless fear and trotted down to greet them.

"We were attacked, but it's okay, it's all taken care of by me."

Eleazar checked her body and was relieved to find no trauma.

"I had an attack on my end as well, it was resolved without incident as well, I just heard gunshots, where's the witch?"

"That guy, ah, died again."

Fina said, full of concern.

It took a long time before the unhappy-faced witch stepped out of the corner.

Already in an unpleasant mood, seeing the paralyzed king's daughter leave a puddle of water stains on the ground made it even worse.

"How dare you supervise the theft?"

Eleazar returned with a calm face, "I did not!" Evelea sniffs at him vigorously for a while, before grunting and putting away her skeptical expression, then pulls out her dragon-taming whip and grimaces.

"Pop!"

A whip went down, and the king's daughter jumped straight up with a scream.

The linen shirt was completely splintered, and the shameful corset was completely exposed.

The iron mask covering her face didn't go away, and all she could do was whimper and scrunch up desperately.

The witch stepped forward and led her into the room on the first floor.

Eleazar stepped in as well, admiring the white frog's jumps as he tended to his wounds.

After a long time, Fina walked in with a slight blush and leaned in close to whisper in his ear:

"Come up here, I'll show you a good one..."

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