They're not even human anymore; those wicked women can cry even more miserably.

Marquis Arnold, dressed in a magnificent robe, was currently circling the cage, examining the exquisite elven slave he had just purchased.

Although it is a prohibited item, the more prohibited it is, the rarer and more precious it becomes.

The butler stood to one side with his head slightly lowered and a perfectly appropriate smile on his face.

The master's favorite pastime was playing with all sorts of slaves, especially the delicate ones.

These days, if you have money, what can't you buy?

"Not bad!"

The Marquis Arnold's voice was filled with excitement.

At this moment, the beautiful girl in the cage raised her head, her exquisite face filled with panic, looking pitiful.

Her long, silvery-white hair covered most of her naked body, revealing only a pair of slender, beautiful legs and frail shoulders.

Her little face was raised, her skin was dazzlingly white, her features were delicate, and she still had a bit of baby fat on her face. Her light green pupils were clear and pure.

Elf ears peeked through her hair, adding a touch of ethereal grace to the young girl.

That is the symbol of the elves, and also the bridge for the elves to communicate with nature.

Although her silver hair covered her body, her enormous size was impossible to hide.

She has a youthful face but a fierce appearance; even the most lecherous men would drool over her.

It's really good, that's his favorite!

Marquis Arnold, with a twisted smile on his face, was about to reach out and touch her.

That delicate skin must feel wonderful to the touch, right?

He was about to taste his slave when a sudden change occurred.

"boom!"

With a dull thud, accompanied by blood mist and screams, Marquis Arnold's arm exploded out of thin air.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

He cried out in pain and fell to the ground.

A bloody mess.

The panic and fear on the beautiful girl's face inside the cage had vanished, replaced by a strange smile.

"Uncle..."

The ethereal and melodious sound is like the most beautiful music played by nature.

The girl's voice was like a gentle breeze, but her words sent chills down one's spine.

"Are you so eager to...go to hell?"

The elven girl's voice was filled with laughter, as if she were talking about something happy.

Immediately, the cage twisted and turned, and the iron bars, which were as thick as an arm, were completely ineffective despite being marked with a magic-suppressing seal.

The elven girl stood up.

Her silver hair reached down to her ankles.

The girl had a delicate figure, but her curves were quite incongruous with her youthful appearance.

In the past, the Marquis Arnold would have been thrilled.

But now, he only feels fear.

"You...how could you?!"

Isn't there a magic-blocking circle?

She shouldn't be able to use magic!

"You mean banning magic?"

The elven girl looked slightly confused.

She raised one hand, her slender fingers slightly curled up.

On her palm, gray-white totems flickered and spun.

The elven girl carefully examined the totem on her palm, completely ignoring the terrified nobleman.

The so-called ban on magic is simply an application of the rules.

This rule forbids the power of magic.

The elven girl clenched her fist, and the totem suddenly vanished.

It is not that it is destroyed, but that it returns to this space.

She wasn't afraid of magic banning, simply because she had never used magic herself.

She wields the embodiment of rules, the power that is called—Blasphemy!

Therefore, it can capture the rules, and therefore it can fearlessly suppress magic.

The moment the girl clenched her fist, Marquis Arnold felt a chill run down his spine.

His face was filled with terror, and despite having only one arm, he endured the excruciating pain and kept moving backward.

The elven girl walked towards him step by step with a gentle and innocent smile on her face.

Marquis Arnold was on the verge of collapse.

"You, you, you... don't come any closer!"

The butler, who had been standing to the side in a daze, finally realized what was happening before him.

"what--!"

A scream echoed throughout the entire castle.

The commotion attracted the guards, and a cacophony of footsteps could be heard.

The guards were equally horrified as they looked at the disheveled nobleman lying on the ground, and then at the harmless, naked elf.

What is going on with all this?

"Quickly, kill her! Hurry!"

Marquis Arnold's face was contorted with terror.

Hiding behind the guards, I finally felt a little safe.

The elven girl looked at the encirclement surrounding her and a sickly smile appeared on her face.

These people probably haven't even seen a crazy elf before, right?

The time for bloody slaughter has arrived.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

A series of muffled sounds followed, and bursts of blood blossomed into a continuous expanse, blooming one after another.

The crimson mist settled on the pure white elven girl, adding a touch of color to her complexion.

The spirits here are like the red spider lilies on the other side of the underworld, bloody and alluring.

The sound of heavy objects hitting the ground rang out one after another.

Arnold's mouth was now wide open, and a mist of blood fell into it, tasting sweet and sticky.

But he was too nauseous to care; he was horrified to the point of near madness.

In the blink of an eye, the nobleman lying on the ground was no longer human, his mouth agape, his eyes wide open, unable to live or die.

This pervert who had harmed countless slaves was now getting what he deserved.

The butler, who had witnessed everything, collapsed to the ground, his lips trembling, unable to utter a sound.

The only sound was heavy breathing.

The elven girl sat at the intact table, her previous miserable state gone.

She dangled her small feet in dark green patterned stockings, seemingly bored out of her mind.

Until I heard more than one breathing sound.

She turned her head and saw that the butler at the door had already collapsed.

A sweet smile appeared on the girl's face.

"Oh right, I almost forgot about you."

The voice was cheerful and light, as if it had recalled something very happy.

This butler really helped procure a lot of contraband for this nobleman's torment!

The next second, all that was left at the doorway was a pool of mist mixed with blood and flesh.

The elf lowered his head, looked at the inhuman nobleman, and sighed softly.

"Sigh...the toys these days are getting less and less durable."

It wasn't enough fun.