Real elves vs fake elves

"We're here. This is my sister's house."

As the elf spoke, he opened a door with a key. With a "branch" sound, the whole scene of the room appeared in front of the three people.

Ordinary elf decorations look simple in style, but there is a unique luxury hidden in the corners. If you don’t look closely, it is difficult to find the exquisiteness that is completely integrated into the environment. To put it bluntly, it is simple, luxurious and meaningful.

"It's a house for both commercial and residential use. The front hall has been converted into a store, the middle hall is the bedroom and living room, and the back is a converted warehouse. It has three floors in total. The second floor is an ordinary residence, and the third floor is a utility room." The elf host walked into the house and simply introduced the furniture while sweeping the dust off. "My sister collected a lot of antiques for fun, but after identification, they were all fakes. If you are interested, you can take some away. After all, they are... useless."

The two ninjas remained silent. The "sister" mentioned by the elf was the brave one who took the initiative to leave the city and wanted to resolve this round of crisis.

But the lives of the brave who do not hesitate when faced with deadly threats are often uncertain.

"Well, five gold shields a month, you can't rent such a good house everywhere." The elf said sadly, turned around and stuffed the key into the hands of the two ninjas. There were tears in the corners of her eyes, and she obviously didn't want to stay in this sad place anymore. "Although I don't understand what you are doing here, but... I still wish you good luck."

After saying goodbye to the landlord casually, the two ninjas began to observe the house carefully. The elf put the gold coins in his arms and left this sad place with a lonely expression.

Stretch your legs, take a step, one step, two steps.

Ten meters, twenty meters.

About fifty meters away from the three-story building, the elf finally couldn't hold it anymore.

She covered her mouth with her hands and tried to hold it back, madly, but the strong emotions hit her brain like a torrent, and she finally couldn't hold it back anymore.

"laugh."

It was a voice that had absolutely nothing to do with feelings like sadness or discomfort.

"It's so easy to cheat..."

Expressing opinions is definitely not what a victim should feel.

"Are all humans so easy to deceive? They fell for just one or two lies. How could such a coincidence happen? How could there be a vacant house in the Elf Forest, a place with such low traffic? Even if a relative in the family had an accident, how could the elves rent out their relatives' inheritance to outsiders immediately?"

"Stupid, so stupid, so stupid, so stupid that I almost couldn't hold it in and exposed myself on the spot."

The elf's smile at this moment was definitely not friendly, but rather exaggerated to a grotesque degree, as if the skin did not belong to her at all, and its inside was something completely different from its appearance.

"Your Excellency has accomplished your mission very well. Now those two Taimanin will be under our surveillance at all times. Even if they are directly under the Grand Cathedral, they are still being manipulated by our Creeper Sect! "

Just as the weird smile on the face of this "elf" had not yet disappeared, a cold but powerful voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

"I see. You are from the Cult of the Creepers? Those losers who were almost exterminated by the Grand Cathedral are definitely not powerful even among the various devil worshippers."

Just a simple sentence frightened the cultist in elf skin so much that she took five or six steps back and looked around in shock.

And it is this fast

The glance made her even more frightened.

No matter where she looked, she did not find the enemy...

She couldn't find the source of the sound that appeared out of nowhere...

"You've revealed far more flaws than what you just mentioned. Given your ridiculous wisdom, there's no need for me to explain more to you. It's just that your arrogance that comes from nowhere is particularly ridiculous to me."

Suddenly, a hand seemed to reach out from the void and pinched the cultist's neck like a steel drill. It was at that moment that the cultist realized who was pinching him.

Who else could it be if not the tall one among the two ninjas?

Elsa's voice was as cold as the biting wind, and her eyes were filled with murderous intent that was not concealed at all.

With just this simple action, the cultist was so frightened that he could only tremble continuously and could not even utter a complete sentence.

"I am the second instructor of the Anti-Demon Agency under the Grand Cathedral of the Holy Griffin Empire. I have been dealing with all kinds of demon-related matters since I was 15 years old. Now I am 32 years old and have handled 1128 related incidents. I have exiled 446 demons, and the number of cultists who died in my hands is as high as five figures. And you... a mere engraver who is not even an enchanter, dare to look down on me?"

Elsa stretched her neck forward and leaned close to the cultist's ear. Her voice seemed a little gentle at this moment.

"I will let you enjoy the pain that you can't even enjoy on the demon side. This pleasure will make you unforgettable forever."

"Praise the Bitter Joyful Girl..."

"pagan."

Chapter 39: Taimanin and Sensitivity Enhancer Are a Perfect Match

In the basement of a building in Vine Town, a place that even the evil god cannot detect.

A human male was tied up and hung from the ceiling. He had been stripped naked. His skinny body and various scars from self-harm appeared clearly in front of the two Taimanin.

Basically, it is the standard appearance of a cultist. Because he has not passed the test, he does not even have the qualification to be engraved. He is just a pure "ordinary person" without any special abilities.

Under the cultist's body was a pile of leather-like substance. Actually, it was leather, but it was a completely peeled elf skin. One could imagine what kind of cruel treatment the original owner of this human skin had suffered.

"He deliberately put on a layer of human skin to deceive us. It seems that we were discovered as soon as we entered Vine Town." The short female ninja had a very unfriendly look in her eyes, and it seemed that she was already thinking about how to deal with the bastard in front of her.

"Another possibility is that we were discovered before we even entered Ivy Town. There are always some idiots who think they can use us after hearing a little bit about the name of Taimanin. There are too many deliberate traces along the way. As for why our whereabouts were leaked, I think you will satisfy our curiosity, right?"

Elsa's tone is still so calm and confident, not to mention her domineering style.

But this style obviously had no effect on the cultist. He just looked at the two women with a mocking expression and then chose to remain silent.

Aisha still smiled in response to this mocking expression: "Many demon worshippers can do this kind of parchment magic. It can even be said that parchment magic is a common trick of demon worshippers. The biggest feature of parchment users is that they have a great tolerance for pain. I guess your confidence comes from this, right?"

"Perhaps you have become insensitive to pain to a certain extent, or even you may no longer feel pain. In any case, this is not surprising to me. After all, you are devil worshipers, so it is not shocking for you to have any abilities."

"But why is your way of thinking still above using 'pain' to torture and extract confessions?"

"This old-fashioned interrogation method is outdated. What do you think of asking using 'pleasure'?"

The cultist was completely stunned by these words, his eyes were blank, and it seemed that he had not yet figured it out.

Without giving the other party a chance to react, Elsa took out an injection from somewhere. It was a Renaissance style one that looked very high-end.

"This is the latest potion developed by the Anti-Demon Agency. It was originally an alchemical potion that was intended to enhance the perception ability of mages. But who knew that something went wrong in the process, causing the potion's effect... not very ideal."

"This potion naturally has no effect on mages, but one of our talented interrogators discovered that this potion is very helpful for interrogation work."

As she spoke, Elsa pushed the entire tube of medicine into the cultist's body.

"The specific effect is still to improve sensitivity, but it is not the perception that a mage needs, but..."

"Pleasure."

"After being concentrated, this potion increases pleasure by... 30 times!"

In a word, the cultists were accompanied by strange beast-like screams, and at the same time as these screams, there was a vast expanse of filth and mess.

"You can't bear it anymore, right? But you still have your sanity, right?"

"But unfortunately, this rationality is not the straw that saves your life, but the last straw that breaks the camel's back."

"What do you think, with the sensitivity 30 times, with the remaining rational intelligence

What will happen if you watch a tall beauty with measurements of b111 w61 h91 dancing pole dance without enough time to think? " (These measurements are almost the standard for a strong and powerful lady)

This simple yet suggestive sentence shocked the onlookers.

"What the hell!" The cultist's voice was filled with panic, and his remaining consciousness told him that if the other party did this, his oregano might explode directly.

Literally, physically, it exploded.

"What the hell!" The short female ninja's voice was full of shock, she knew that Aisha had a good figure, but she didn't expect it to be this good.

"Oh shit!" A cry of surprise came from a corner of the room, a corner that had been checked several times by the two female ninjas.

This is simply out of fear.

The final shout of “Oh shit!” had a great effect, attracting the attention of all three people present.

Seeing that there was no escape, Eric, who had been squatting in the corner, stood up.

“Shit! There’s someone here! When did you come in? Where did you come from? How come you suddenly appeared in front of us?”

The short female ninja was the first to lose her composure. She was so frightened. If they were suddenly stabbed by such exaggerated stealth skills, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Is it an invisibility cloak? But even if there is such equipment, this level of stealth skills is indeed a bit exaggerated." In comparison, Elsa was much more reserved, probably because of her wide experience. "Elf, tell me why you are here."

"Uoooohhhh!!!" the cultist said.

The strong scent of heather suddenly filled the air, making the three of them feel a little uncomfortable. Elsa, who thought she had the initiative, decided to break the awkward situation, so she spoke first: "I think we should go upstairs to talk, this place is really not suitable..."

As Elsa spoke, she stepped forward, mainly wanting to gain an advantage, but she was interrupted by Eric's scream as soon as she took a step forward.

"Stop it! Get away from me! You pervert!"

While speaking, Eric rushed to another corner at a speed that the two female ninjas could hardly see, staring at Aisha in horror with his eyes, and two long swords were already in his hands.

Aisha: “…”

Turning around and looking at her nominal disciple, Aisha's expression was a little stiff.

It’s okay to be called a pervert by a man, but it’s really uncomfortable to be called a pervert by a handsome guy.

This world where looks matter is so fucked up, no one ever pays attention to what fat otaku think.

"Am I a pervert?"

The short female ninja: "Well, the perverted cult members are the kind of perverts who are called perverts directly... Let's not talk about anything else. You have tortured the cult members into a state of being. They haven't even been interrogated yet, and they are already bleeding..."

Aisha: “…”

After less than half a second of silence, Elsa turned to look at Eric again and gave him a smile that she thought was very charming.

"Don't worry, we are Taimanin, we are good people..."

Eric's eyes widened with anger, and he said righteously: "Do you think our Lothern Rangers will believe your nonsense? What bad guy would just say he is a bad guy?"

Aisha: “…”

This special code cannot be explained clearly!

Chapter 40: Taimanin, Ranger, and Cultist

In a small room unknown to outsiders, a rather tense game is taking place.

Two humans and an elf looked at each other, and no one trusted anyone.

But eventually this weird atmosphere had to be broken. As a reliable and mature woman, Elsa decided to break the awkwardness first.

After all, the elf on the opposite side didn't look like a cultist at all, and the Cathedral was not so extreme in dealing with demon-related matters as to burn down the village directly when a cultist was found, so Elsa had no intention of fighting with Eric. On the contrary, she felt that the other party was the kind of force that could be won over.

The only problem now is that the male elf in front of them seems to be extremely distrustful of them.

"Look." Aisha said, her voice still full of confidence, "This is a cultist. We are torturing him. This proves that we are hostile forces to the cultists."

"And you, you were the one chasing the enchanter before, right? That bastard's panic didn't seem fake, so it's obvious that you are also a hostile force to the cultists."

"Since we are all hostile to the cultists, then the enemy of my enemy is my friend. In this sense, aren't we friends?"

Eric directly pointed out the loopholes in the sister's logical words: "First of all, many cult members torture each other as a form of entertainment, so your actions of torturing cult members cannot be regarded as a hostile relationship between you."

"After all, devil worshippers are hard to understand, so there's no need to be surprised at what they do."

"Secondly, the saying that the enemy of my enemy is my friend is a false proposition. The distinction between enemies and friends is often based on interests, and the enemies of my enemies often have differences in interests, so your argument does not hold water."

"Above, the relationship between us is at most neutral, and what you did disgusts me, so it is natural for me to be wary of you."

Aisha: “…”

This statement is actually damn reasonable and well-founded. It is not only outrageous, it is simply outrageous!

Just when the reliable mature woman is about to be completely numb

, her disciple suddenly spoke.

"Look, this is my emblem. Your Lothern caravan has come to our family's territory to trade once or twice. With your knowledge of heraldry, you should be able to tell the authenticity." The woman took out a ring with intricate carvings on it. Although it looks like an ordinary pattern, it contains a lot of information. "After you confirm our information, I think we can start the next step of cooperation."

Eric took the ring, examined it carefully for a moment, and nodded: "Yes, it is the emblem of the Gun Flame Family. In the name of the Supreme Holy Tree, we all celebrate the Ride of the Valkyrie."

The short ninja made a gesture with a solemn expression: "In the name of the Supreme Sun, we all praise the Ride of the Valkyrie."

With a long sigh, Eric finally relaxed a little. Although elves and humans did not get along well, they still had to cooperate when facing devil worshippers.

Heraldry plus hand gestures can be considered a simple encrypted communication. Although the nobles use these mysterious things only to show off most of the time, they are indeed very useful when confirming identities.

From Eric's point of view, the relationship between him and the two humans in front of him has finally improved a little. It's not friendly, but it's not hostile either.

"It would be great if you could help us get information out of these devil worshippers." Eric said, trying not to look at the cultist hanging from the ceiling. It was unclear whether he felt the same way or for some other reason. "We have been unable to stop these bastards from committing suicide, and we have been unable to obtain important information before they die."

"And we can't trust one-sided statements. We need to get confessions from different cult members and then compare them... In short, our operations here are severely hampered by the unprofessional interrogation."

The short female ninja smiled when she heard this: "That's perfect. We are very good at interrogation. As long as you hand over the prisoners to us, we will definitely be able to obtain enough information before they die. After all, we are a professional anti-demon combat agency."

"But since we just arrived here, we don't even have a reliable safe house. We also have almost no knowledge of the terrain and relevant intelligence here, so we need the help of some local professionals."

"It's a match made in heaven, isn't it?"

The two smiled at each other, and a subtle tacit understanding was reached. They didn't say whether they were cooperating or not, but everything was self-evident.