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"This should be it."

Amelie became increasingly certain of her hypothesis:

"Given Viliana's magical abilities, controlling the owner of this brothel to hide the rescued elven slaves there would be no difficulty for her. That way, she wouldn't have to worry about the elven slaves being discovered, since it's perfectly normal for elven slaves to appear in elven brothels."

"Furthermore, given Viliana's current mindset, she probably won't stand by and watch her elven brethren serve humans anymore, even if those elves are actually quite willing, so..."

Amelie turned to look at the fat man, Vieira, who was waiting on the side:

"Have your men pose as customers and test the waters. If I'm not mistaken, that shop is currently closed for some reason."

"Yes, Miss!"

Fatty Wei immediately ordered his men to carry it out.

This was a piece of cake for the gang members. In less than half an hour, Vieira's men sent back a message confirming Emerald's speculation.

The Treehouse Club has been closed since last night, citing internal renovations as the reason. However, judging from the food procurement and garbage disposal, there are still quite a few elves living in the store, which doesn't seem like it's under renovation.

"Get ready for action."

Without hesitation, Emery looked at Marcy first:

"In half an hour, I will have the M22 squad and the Baihe Gang raid this store together. You know your mission, right?"

"Don't worry, Miss."

Marcy smiled and nodded without hesitation:

"I will do anything to make your mission a success, even if it costs me my life."

After saying that, she bowed slightly, nodded to Fatty Wei, and set off with the magical artifacts that Amelie had prepared for her.

. . . . .

Outside the Treehouse Club on Sherry Commercial Street in Locke City, they were suddenly surrounded by a group of White River Gang thugs wielding sticks and axes.

Instead of rushing in, they intimidated and drove away passersby, quickly making the bustling street quiet.

Other shop owners whose businesses were affected dared not utter a word, and the smart ones would simply close their shops and leave with their valuables.

After the area was cleared, the real main force for the assault arrived: a mercenary squad that had appeared during the previous demonic tide invasion. Each member was a mage and they were armed to the teeth.

However, when the demonic tide attacked, it was the M19 squad that came, but this time it was the M22 squad. Both are M-level elite teams belonging to Melson Security, and they were called in by Emery to help.

Although the members of the Melson family are not allowed to use their family resources during the entrepreneurial trial, that only means they cannot use them for free. Now, Emery is being hired through normal channels and will be paid. The only difference is that she can prioritize choosing teams with whom she has a closer relationship to carry out missions.

Squad M22 is a five-person squad. One of the female support members quickly scanned the headquarters building with a magical artifact and nodded slightly.

"There are 29 magical reactions inside. Judging from the frequency and wavelength, they should all be from spirits. One of the magical reactions is particularly powerful, at least at the high level of the control stage. It should be the target. Everyone be careful."

"A formal elven mage? I don't think I have much of a chance against her one-on-one, but we're a team."

M22's zombie-faced captain waved his hand:

"Option Three, go for it!"

Whoosh!

As soon as he finished speaking, another support member shouldered a magical device that looked like a personal rocket launcher and fired a sphere at the clubhouse building.

The sphere appeared to be moving slowly, but it actually had a lot of kinetic energy. It easily smashed through the wall and exploded after entering the building, creating a large area of ​​magical turbulence.

Within the magical scanning field of vision, similar to thermal imaging, the weaker magical figures immediately swayed and staggered like saplings in a storm, losing their ability to move due to the magical chaos.

The strongest one was clearly also affected; she was supposed to be preparing a spell, but now she had to forcibly interrupt it, seemingly planning to run away.

"Hehe, military-grade magic jamming missiles are still quite effective at dealing with these elven mages."

Another young mercenary wielding two swords let out a strange laugh and followed the magic scan results shared by his teammates:

"You can't escape, beauty! Don't struggle, you'll suffer less. I'm already 21 and I've never tasted the life of an elven mage."

The cyan magic enveloped the young mercenary's feet, allowing him to run as if on flat ground across a 90-degree wall, blocking the target's escape route ahead of time.

The elven mage, affected by the magic interference bomb, failed to spot him for the time being and attempted to break through the wall to escape as planned, only to run headlong into the young mercenary's twin blades, which gleamed with a cold light.

He said he wanted to taste the power of an elven mage, but he showed no mercy in his attacks. Every strike of his twin blades was aimed at a vital point, and every move was intended to kill the elven mage.

Stab! Stab!

The elven mage's robes were quickly ripped apart by the twin swords, turning into strips that revealed the white-haired elf's voluptuous figure, now clad only in a silk bodysuit.

The young mercenary showed no mercy, his twin blades, now gleaming coldly after tearing the robe, once again thrust towards the white-haired elf's heart.

But this time they failed.

After all, the white-haired elf is stronger in terms of raw power. It was only affected by the interference missile and was ambushed earlier. Now that it has reacted, it has immediately turned the tide of the battle.

"Ah~~"

The white-haired elf only let out a shriek, without any gestures or incantations. In reality, it was a very sophisticated technique of super-speed chanting, a secret skill passed down by the Elven Royal Guard.

Normally, a spell would take at least 2 seconds to cast, but it was completed in 300 milliseconds. The intense wind pressure exploded instantly, forcing the young mercenary back, and the white-haired elf took the opportunity to create distance.

However, as the zombie-faced captain said before, the white-haired elf is strong but there is only one, while the mercenaries are a five-person squad.

The other four certainly wouldn't stand idly by while their melee teammates charged in to suppress them, so they unleashed a barrage of spells and magical artifacts, simultaneously enveloping the white-haired elf.

Chapter 72 Viriana's Defeated Escape (10/20)

"Ah~~~~ hiss!"

The white-haired elf let out another indistinct shriek and used an ultra-fast chant, managing to unleash three spells in quick succession within 800 milliseconds.

All of them are wind-attribute elemental magic.

The first spell was a wind-attribute shield. A thin layer of cyan air enveloped her body like a veil, increasing her speed by at least 40%. The two crossbow bolts with chains at their ends also failed to pierce her body directly upon impact, sliding to the side instead.

The second and third spells were the same, both being violent jets of air that the white-haired elf unleashed from her palms almost simultaneously, sweeping away the magical and magical attacks aimed at her.

A hasty response is certainly no match for a well-prepared, coordinated attack from a mage squad. However, the two violent air currents also provided the white-haired elf with a huge counterforce. In addition, the light, gauze-like wind-attribute shield on its body had an effect that enhanced evasion, allowing the white-haired elf to barely dodge most of the attacks.

But that's all.

If they can't gain any advantage in a fight, whether it's outnumbering the enemy or launching a surprise attack, then the Federation's mages are really too weak.

Although the M22 squad will hold back a little under Emery's prior instruction, they will only do so to injure the white-haired elf first.

The zombie-faced captain ignored the white-haired elf's air jet and wind-attribute gauze shield by firing a gray ray from a magic gun that looked like a sniper rifle, and shot it directly into one of her legs.

This is a petrifying ray, a curse attack. It has no physical trajectory, so it is not afraid of the jet of air and can be ignored and dodged.

The white-haired elf's leg instantly turned into grayish-white stone, and the petrification spread from her leg to other parts of her body, trying to completely turn her into a beautiful stone sculpture.

The white-haired elf, about to unleash her fourth wind spell in preparation for escape, had no choice but to immediately change tactics and use a dispelling spell to counter the curse. Although she quickly suppressed the curse temporarily, this opening still gave the mage team a chance.

The mage wielding the magic crossbow fired another arrow, this one much thicker, which shattered into dozens of spinning blades after being struck by the white-haired elf's wind blade counterattack.

Stab! Stab!

These spinning blades were clearly designed to target wind-attribute shields, and they quickly cut through the white-haired elf's magic gauze and silk bodysuit, leaving wounds on her fair skin.

"Well……"

The white-haired elf finally let out her first cry of pain since the start of the battle, but the combat quality of the royal guard members was so high that her spellcasting was not affected by her injury for even a millisecond. She still managed to summon a pair of wind wings with a wingspan of more than 5 meters behind her.

Whoosh!

This was clearly a high-level spell, which propelled the white-haired elf forward at high speed, leaving behind a sonic boom cloud before it vanished into the air in the blink of an eye.

"...Hmph, she can't escape."

The zombie-faced captain stared at the direction the white-haired elf had disappeared in for a few seconds, a cold smile appearing on his face.

"With her magic, she couldn't maintain the Sky Wings of this strength for long, especially since she was under a petrification curse and had external injuries."

After speaking, he looked at the female support team member who, although not participating in the battle, had been using a scanning magic device to record the white-haired elf's magical energy fluctuations:

"Have we located her yet?"

"Of course, Captain."

The female team member smiled confidently:

“Her spellcasting skills are impressive, especially her wind elemental magic, but the more magic she uses in a short period of time, the more information she leaves behind, making it harder for her to shake off my pursuit… Look.”

The female team member then manipulated the magic device, projecting a virtual map of Locke City and its surrounding area, complete with a moving red dot.

"Unless she can go half an hour without using magic, I can pinpoint her location as long as she is within a certain range."

"Well done!"

The zombie-faced captain nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand again:

"Let's go, follow her, and remember to act according to the young lady's plan."

. . . . .

Viliana is having a very difficult time right now.

She thought hiding in the treehouse clubhouse was a smart choice, that it wouldn't be easy for anyone to find her, but she never expected that someone would come knocking on her door so quickly.

At first, Viliana remained calm. She was very confident in her magic, and the clubhouse was also protected by defensive spells. Even a team of mages would need time to break in.

This was enough time for her to escape with her elven slaves using a short-range group teleportation spell.

Unexpectedly, just as her teleportation spell was about to be completed, the mage squad used a magic interference missile, which is usually only used in war.

Under normal circumstances, Viliana wasn't too afraid of jamming flares. After all, elven mages had suffered greatly from jamming flares in wars, and as a member of the royal guard, she had learned many ways to deal with them.

Unfortunately, Viliana was chanting a teleportation spell at the time, and no amount of other methods could be used before the interference missile successfully detonated. Not only were all the magical traps set up inside the building paralyzed, but Viliana herself was also unable to cast spells for nearly 10 seconds due to a state of magical disorder.

The ordinary elven slaves fared even worse, having no resistance to the magic interference bombs and almost all of them fainted instantly.

Viliana had no choice but to abandon her people to save herself and force her way out.

The breakout was barely successful, but the petrification curse on my legs was quite stubborn, and the rotating blades seemed to be poisoned as well, causing the cuts to itch terribly.

What's more troublesome is that Viliana can sense that she is being locked onto by some kind of magic, and the mage squad keeps track of her location at all times, ready to catch up at any moment.

The Skywing spell, which can instantly accelerate to several times the speed of sound, consumes a lot of resources. Viliana landed less than 7 blocks away from the Treehouse Clubhouse.

She had to use mental magic to distract passersby on the street so they couldn't see her, maintain purification magic to fight the petrification curse on her legs, and endure the intense itching from all the wounds all over her body.

Even though Viliana was a well-trained member of the royal guard, she realized that she was in dire straits and about to collapse.

She might lose the ability to maintain her mental spells on passersby at any moment, or she might be driven to madness by the intense itching from her wounds all over her body.

The worst-case scenario is that Viliana suddenly appears on the street, and amidst the stares of passersby, she becomes unbearably itchy and faints while screaming, wearing only a ripped mesh bodysuit.

Viliana gritted her teeth, unwilling to accept this outcome.

But she was out of options; all she could do was pray to the Queen.

As if she had received a real response, just as Viliana was becoming somewhat dazed, she saw a red-haired member of her race waving at her from a street corner.

Chapter 73: Presenting the Script to the Villain (11/20)

"Come this way! Quickly!"

The red-haired man waving at Viliana from the street was none other than Marcy.

Emerald's plan was actually quite simple. Since the development of this world was different from the original game, it was impossible to predict what Viliana would do next. So why not just place someone by her side to teach her how to cause trouble?

Since Ameliete is planning to make a movie, it's normal for Viliana, as the villain in the movie, to follow the producer's script, right?

"Come."

Seeing Viliana stagger towards her like a sleepwalker, Marcy grabbed her arm and dragged her to a more secluded corner.

Viliana instinctively wanted to retaliate with wind blades, but after sensing the familiar elven aura emanating from Marcy, she gave up.

Once they reached a place where they wouldn't be noticed by passersby, Marcy didn't offer much explanation. She simply pulled a small knife from under her maid outfit and slashed at Viliana.

"It might hurt a little, just bear with it."

She worked with the speed and precision of a chef's knife, cutting through all the wounds on Viliana's body that had been poisoned by the rotating blade, and even scooping away large chunks of flesh near the wounds.

Viliana, as expected of a well-trained member of the royal guard, endured pain that would have caused others to lose consciousness, gritting her teeth and even continuing to use purification spells to combat the petrification curse on her legs while gritting her teeth and persevering.

Although she didn't know what Marcy was up to, she chose to trust her own kind.

As expected, Marcy did not disappoint Viliana. After removing all the poisoned flesh around Viliana's wounds, flames, which Viliana was familiar with, ignited.

The flames of life.

"You are...?"