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Chapter 92 As promised... Where is the upright hero?

Commercial street.

Luxury clothing store.

Outside the fitting room.

"It's missing a little...feeling." Aslaqi held her chin with her slender hand, looking at Eden who walked out of the fitting room, and then picked up the black dress held by the maid on the side.

"Let's try this one on." She handed the black dress to Eden, and then gently pushed Eden back to the fitting room.

Along with the sound of the door closing, there was the imaginative sound of undressing.

"Miss Eden, you are not a simple person, are you?" Aslaqi leaned against the wall, folding her arms across her chest to support her perky breasts.

She smiled and said:

"You don't care too much about your father's existence."

"Maybe... I just have a better mentality." Eden's calm voice came from the fitting room, and it was difficult to detect her mood.

She has experienced more years than people imagine, longer than most gods, and has witnessed the historical changes of this world.

So there are very few things that change her mentality.

"The mentality is often related to the social status of the person involved." Aslaqi chuckled, then shook her head, "But if Miss Eden doesn't want to talk about her past, I won't force it."

Although she was a little curious about Eden's identity, since Eden didn't want to reveal his identity, she wouldn't force it.

After all, it is very impolite to delve too much into a person's secrets.

And right now.

"How about we talk about my past?" A playful voice came, accompanied by dull footsteps.

When Aslaqi heard the sound, she saw a handsome man with short brown hair, wearing a white velvet coat, wearing gems of different colors on his hands and fingers, walking towards her.

He put his hands in his pockets and greeted casually with a smile.

"What a coincidence, Princess Aslaki."

"Interrupting the lady's conversation." Aslaqi frowned in displeasure, her red eyes showing disgust, "Imar, you are really a very boring man."

"For dragons, strength is everything." Emaar narcissistically brushed the hair on his forehead with his gem-filled fingers, showing a malicious smile.

"You will realize this soon, after your father dies."

"Threatening me?" Aslaqi showed no sign of weakness, staring coldly at the humanoid dragon in front of her, "Can I understand that you are declaring war on the City in the Sky?"

The guy in front of her is the twelfth prince of the Dragon Empire, the person in charge who came to monitor the Sky City. As long as her father Siegfried completely degenerates into a dragon, he will command the dragon lurking in the Sky City. Let's shoot down the city in the sky.

So she didn't have a good look at Emaar at all.

"Hahaha... I like the look in your eyes that refuses to admit defeat." Immar put down the hand that brushed the hair on his forehead and asked in a curious tone, "Your current confidence is not Akhtar, right?"

He put his hands in his pockets and leaned forward slightly.

"That man may not live longer than your father."

"At least I'll live longer than you." Aslaqi responded coldly, and Emaar smiled upon seeing this, turned his back to Aslaqi, and waved his hand filled with gems.

"If you are willing to take off your clothes and kneel beside my bed to beg me, maybe I can let Sky City go and let you continue to be the princess of Sky City." After saying this, he left the clothing store directly.

In fact, he didn't care very much about whether to destroy the Sky City, but if he could see Aslaqi's sad and desperate eyes, naked and kneeling in front of him, begging him to let the Sky City go.

Then he might relent a little.

After getting tired of playing with Aslaki, he shot down the Castle in the Sky and admired Aslachi's completely desperate and angry eyes.

Just thinking about it makes me feel...expectation.

And right now.

The door of the dressing room opened, and Eden walked out. She glanced at the direction where Emaar left, and thoughts appeared in her cold eyes.

"Don't pay attention to that guy, he's just a guy with a bad taste." Aslaqi explained, "I like to see people with light in their eyes, guys who fall into collapse."

"It's really a bad dragon." Eden lowered her eyes, feeling disgusted by Emaar's bad taste. In fact, she knew the bad taste of Emaar, the dragon, and liked to come in the form of an evil dragon and bring justice to her. People with a sense of faith, oppress until they are completely desperate, appreciate the look in people's eyes when they fall into collapse.

The more disgusting the enemy's eyes are, the more excited Imaar will become and continue to inflict abuse.

"He's just a guy who's not even as good as a goblin." Aslaqi brushed her hair around her ears, but her expression wasn't very good.

As Emaar said, the current situation in the Sky City is very bad. When her father degenerates into an evil dragon, the dragons in the Sky City will take action.

And she doesn't have a good solution at the moment.

Although she has a strong heart, her talents are limited after all. She cannot be as strong as her father Siegfried, nor does she have the amazing talent of Akhtar.

Very passive most of the time.

……

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into the night.

Ximu walked step by step in the dark corridor. The orderly footsteps spread and blended into the dark prisons on both sides. Pairs of malicious eyes fell on him, as if there were countless hidden monsters, ready to rush in at any time. Tear him apart.

It wasn't until he reached the end of the corridor that light came into his eyes, and Jade waved to him with one hand on his hip.

"Boss, all the sacrifices you want are here." She turned around and pointed at the hundred death row inmates behind her, then showed a troubled expression.

"Boss, do you really want to sacrifice them to...the Witch of Death?"

After the words fell, the atmosphere became stagnant.

The one hundred death row inmates present were stunned, feeling...confused by what Geede said, and they came to their senses after a moment.

"Wait a minute, what do you mean by sacrificing us to the Witch of Death!" A big man with a face covered with curses spoke in horror.

Aren't they going to be put to death?

Why are they now said to be sacrificed to the Witch of Death? This is obviously different from what they thought.

"Sacrifice to witches is taboo!" a soft lady screamed, "This is the behavior of a cultist!"

Even though she committed a capital crime, she wouldn't sacrifice herself to the Witch of Death. That would be too terrifying.

Ximu pretended not to hear this. As long as these NPCs heard about witches and demons, they would show scared expressions and basically had no other reaction.

However, if someone can maintain a calm mood, they are basically NPCs worthy of a little attention, and they may have some side quests.

"In order to solve the crisis in the Sky City, sacrifice is necessary." He looked at Geed, who had a healthy figure and wheat-colored skin, and showed a gentle smile.

"The sacrifice to summon the Death Witch must be of sufficient weight."

"Boss, this is the point of no return." Geed frowned, his voice concerned, "As long as you make a sacrifice, there is no way to go to hell."

"Although there is no way to go to hell, you can go to heaven." Ximu pointed to the necklace he was wearing, "Have you forgotten that I am a person favored by the goddess of life?"

"If the goddess of life finds out, she will be angry." Geed twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling... helpless at Akhtar's operation.

People who are favored by God can go to heaven as long as they want and serve the gods they believe in.

This treatment is better than in hell.

"In order to save more people, this is a last resort." Ximu said seriously, "And they are all heinous people in the first place." "...Boss, everything you say makes sense." Waving his hand, Jade revealed He looked tired, not wanting to argue with Akhtar.

But it talked about another thing.

"Sister Leticia, I want to come and meet the boss."

"It's not the time to meet yet." Ximu turned around, not letting Geede see his expression, and replied in an unusually calm voice.

"Even if I can survive, sooner or later..." He did not continue speaking, but Geed could guess it.

A boss infected with Surtur's Fire will fall into madness sooner or later.

"Take them to the banquet hall." Ximu left the dungeon and disappeared into the dark corridor.

Jade sighed, looking melancholy.

In fact, she had already received Letitia's letter and knew that Letitia wanted to meet Akhtar.

"Forget it, I'm just a... mercenary." Shaking her head, she turned around and looked at the one hundred death row prisoners who were restrained.

"Sorry for singling you out." He apologized with his palms clasped together, and then recited a spell.

All the death row prisoners present instantly lost their... spirits. The chains on their hands and feet glowed with spells, as if they were tadpoles crawling onto the bodies of the death row prisoners one by one.

Subsequently.

Geed took the unconscious death row prisoners to the designated banquet hall to prepare for a large-scale sacrifice.

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at the same time.

Dragon Empire Embassy.

"Invite me... to meet?" Yimar put down the invitation letter in his hand and showed a puzzled look. He didn't quite understand why Akhtar invited him to meet. The relationship between the two parties was very bad.

After all, he wants to knock down the city in the sky and let everyone who covets the power of the dragon understand what a heavy price they have to pay for coveting the power of the dragon.

"What is this man thinking about?" He looked at the butler in a suit. "What do you think he is thinking about?"

"Negotiation." The steward replied, "He wants you to give up the idea of ​​shooting down the Sky City."

"Huh, that's impossible." Immar stood up and walked towards the embassy.

If we don't shoot down the Sky City, how can we deter the group of guys who want to seize the power of the dragon? We must use the most severe means to fight back.

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Hathor Hotel.

This is a hotel set up to imitate the country of music, gathering performers from all over the world. People who come to Hathor Hotel usually do not meet their accommodation needs.

It is to satisfy the needs of hearing, taste, and touch. While pursuing elegance, it is also very... vulgar.

Elegant artistic pursuits and vulgar lustful satisfaction.

They all gathered in this hotel.

The carriage stopped.

Emaar walked down and looked at the hundreds of beautiful maids who greeted him outside the hotel door, as well as the reluctant Aslaqi.

The corners of his mouth turned up.

"Haha... I didn't expect that Princess Aslaqi would come to greet me in person."

"It's just etiquette." Aslaqi replied coldly, then turned and walked towards the hotel.

When Emaar saw this, he smiled even more happily and followed Aslaqi into the hotel. He likes to see others hate him, but he still has to submit.

However, since Asraqi came to receive him in person, it could be explained that Akhtar's invitation was for negotiation, not... for peace.

"I told you a long time ago, sooner or later you will succumb to me." He quickened his pace and came to Aslaqi's side, smiling calmly and calmly, "For the sake of the Sky City, you'd better make up your mind early and take the initiative to climb to my side. Bedside is better.”

"..."

Asraqi remained indifferent and took Emaar to the banquet venue. She came to receive Emaar not because of Akhtar's request.

But she wanted to receive it herself.

after a while.

"Go in, Akhtar is waiting for you inside." Aslaqi raised her hand and pushed open a closed door, her cold expression revealing her impatience.

"This is your private negotiation."

"Don't heroes negotiate with dignity?" Yimar chuckled and walked into the banquet hall. The first thing that caught his eye was not the wine and delicacies.

Instead, there were hundreds of corpses piled up, the blue flames gradually burning into ashes, and the legendary...Death Witch.

Not right.

Yimar reacted immediately and subconsciously wanted to leave, but found that the door behind him was suddenly closed.

"Bang" a dull sound of closing the door.

The Witch of Death turned her head when she heard the sound, and her eyes happened to fall on Yimar's body. The cold gaze seemed to have some forced restraint, making Yimar's body stiff in place, and he did not dare to move.

"The sacrifice was actually discovered." Ximu came out, stood beside the Death Witch, and said to Yimar:

"Did you hear us plotting to kill the gods?"

"..." Yimar was stunned for a moment, looking at Akhtar's cold eyes, he understood one thing, I'm afraid he was... cheated.

He gritted his teeth and then knelt down on one knee.

"Lord Witch of Death, I didn't hear anything!"

"Liar!" Xi Mu's voice was cold, "You must have heard our plot to assassinate the God of Ice and Snow."

Emaar was silent.

Originally he didn't hear it, but now he heard it, it was Akhtar who told him.

"Lord Witch of Death, Akhtar invited me here. He is setting me up!" He tried to explain, but when he saw the cold eyes of the Witch of Death, he immediately understood one thing.

Explanations are meaningless.

"Since you have discovered our plan." Ximu smiled, "Your Highness Yimaer, you now have two... choices."

He stretched out his hand.

"The soul is stuffed into a wick and tortured forever, or it becomes a member of the Order of Death and serves the Lord Witch of Death."

Emaar: "..."

Is this guy really... a hero? Why is he so despicable? He is obviously an upright and flawless hero according to the bard.

(End of this chapter)