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This is Freya's exclusive room, where hides a most beautiful goddess in the whole of Orario.

Goddess of beauty, Freya.

Her snow-white hair is naturally scattered, her skin is whiter than snow and softer than a baby's.

The noble goddess is dressed in an elegant long dress, and her wantonly exposed skin is enough to drive all the men watching her crazy and obsessed. Her extremely hazy charm is a killer weapon for all men.

A slim and plump figure, a dreamy and seductive face.

This is a beautiful and noble goddess, and a true goddess of beauty.

He held up the wine glass quite elegantly, shaking the remaining red wine, his eyes gradually becoming a little blurry.

She seemed to have seen something, or thought of something.

The seductive red lips slightly opened, and a charming voice that was seductive and captivating slowly came out.

"Xi'er, betrayal..."

That Youyou attitude was unusually calm, or rather, confused.

She couldn't understand.

Why did Xier think that she could have any little secrets that she could hide from herself?

Hide it from her Lord God?

Although the blocked part of the memory made Freya unable to see or touch it, to her, that blocked part was like a blob of ink on a white paper, conspicuous and eye-catching.

Goddess Freya couldn't help but smile, and her expression looked so seductive.

With that cute and interested look, it can be said that almost most of the opposite sex will be deeply attracted by each other's charm, and it is not surprising that they even do some crazy things.

Interesting, quite interesting.

As one of the gods, Goddess Freya also possesses the attributes of the goddess of fun.

Moreover, even if this fun happened to her, as long as it was not too excessive, she could just laugh it off.

But Seele's betrayal still surprised Goddess Freya.

So, why did Miss Xier betray herself?

Things have come to this point. Betrayal is tantamount to rebellion against Your Majesty.

She knew Xier very well, just as Xier knew herself very well.

"You are afraid..."

Afraid of what I might know, afraid of what I might take away.

Some extremely bold conjecture made Goddess Freya even more interested.

As the largest force in Orario after Loki's family, there is rarely anything in Orario that can be hidden from her.

Even if there was, she had too many ways to know the truth.

E.g……

"Ota."

"Yes."

At the door, a tall and brave pig man responded calmly.

He is the ultimate weapon of Orario, and he is the strongest in Orario.

A LV.7 adventurer with the title of Mengzhe.

“I remember that Apollo had a child who could predict the future, didn’t he?

I want to meet her.”

With just one word, Ota bowed his head and showed his determination.

However, Freya's family was too conspicuous.

Just like Loki's family, even the slightest disturbance will attract the attention of all parties.

And unlike Loki's family, Goddess Freya also has a unilateral and wishful enemy.

Goddess Ishtar.

"interesting……"

Ishtar is also a goddess of beauty.

Her beauty is no less than Freya's.

Those seductive eyes seemed to emit electricity, and could make the opposite sex become weaklings with just one glance.

Although her skin is wheat-colored or even dark, her soft skin is quite tough and healthy, giving off a sense of temptation that seems to last forever no matter how she treats it.

Her legs were lightly raised, and her silky feet occasionally swayed gracefully. Her astonishing charm left no doubt about the thrilling feeling when these little feet grasped the handle.

Maybe, if you are not careful, you will be defeated.

Like the goddess Freya, she is also a goddess of beauty and possesses the same skills of seduction.

But the difference is that she cannot observe the soul radiance of the children in the underworld.

This is also the important reason why her family can never catch up with Freya's family.

So, she opened her clan in the brothel street and made her clan members become combat prostitutes.

The rumor that some gods were committing telecommunications fraud and deceiving children from other worlds, saying that if they joined Ishtar's family, they would receive the services of their main god, was spread because of this incident.

After all, the brothel street is really not something that can be shown in public.

I don’t know which fun gods are fanning the flames and holding back their own family members.

Goddess Ishtar was gritting her teeth in hatred.

She is already inferior to Freya, and now she is being held back by people from another world. How long will she have to wait before she can step on Freya?

Of course, she has to wear shoes when stepping on it, but she can't be rewarded...

Just as she was daydreaming here, the rare movement of Freya's family made Ishtar wary.

Unlike Freya's family's outwardly upright style, she doesn't have to worry too much.

That guy Apollo, remember he went to the brothel a few times without paying, right?

Goddess Ishtar has an idea...

"Huh? Did the kid just go to the dungeon?"

Is it such a coincidence?

Goddess Freya was in high spirits, and her seductive smile seemed to hold some profound meaning.

Strange, really strange...

It's like there's something someone doesn't really want me to know.

Doesn’t this make God even more interested?

"That's right... just like this glass of red wine..."

Shaking the wine glass that reflected her beautiful face, the bright red wine exuded an intoxicating sweet and rich aroma.

This wine always needs time to brew.

The longer you wait, the sweeter the taste...

Copy, Goblin Slayer World.

The innocent boy blinked in confusion.

A tall, voluptuous, and slutty… no, a holy saint gently took her hand.

His eyes were always covered with a black veil, as if he was afraid of being discovered.

But the boy could feel it.

A kind of extremely burning greed was scanning him from top to bottom.

Behind him were almost everyone in the border town.

Right in front of them were the witch's group of female adventurers.

The unwillingness and loneliness on the witch's face always gave me a strong sense of déjà vu.

After a little thought, the boy suddenly understood.

Isn’t this the story of a common man trying to keep his girlfriend after she was snatched away by a rich second-generation man?

Not good…

The witch's dejected expression might make the other party chase the carriage while calling out "Swallow"...

Feeling his hands being constantly rubbed and caressed by this righteous saint, the boy could sense some sticky sweat on his palms.

Quite salty and wet.

Although I don't really mind...

The young man looked at the Sword Saint, who was visible even through the black veil.

Touching the hands is tolerable, but touching the legs is too much...

Didn’t you see the veins popping out on the forehead of the elf archer next to you?

Do you still want to broadcast a live sex scene in a carriage?

Chapter 163: Undercurrents in Orario

"Take your dirty hands away from me!!"

The elven archer couldn't stand it anymore.

Just as the boy thought.

I could tolerate a hand-touching. After all, the other party was a gold-level adventurer and the ruler of a territory. Although I was the elven princess's sister, I hadn't reached my own territory yet...

The lizard monk and the dwarf Taoist priest had already sat outside the carriage. Inside was a Shura field, but it had little to do with them.

At most, he would offer a few words of comfort after the elf archer suffered a setback.

Otherwise, what else can be done?

Compete with her for a man?

The Sword Saint seemed a little stunned, as if she felt embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, but please forgive me, a weak, blind woman. I didn't mean to blaspheme His Excellency the Blazing Sword."

You lied...

The elven archer blushed at these words.

If you really couldn't see, you wouldn't be a gold-level adventurer!

Moreover, your hands are so accurate in touching, and you tell me you can't see?!

He angrily pulled the boy over and held him in his arms.

A certain kind of heart-warming breath suddenly made the elven archer girl's heart flutter.

I seem to understand a little bit why the Sword Saint is so anxious...

Shaking his head, the elven archer threw out his dirty thoughts.

She is an elf!

Pure elf!

No matter what, you can't behave like this unworthy Sword Saint!

Ignoring the Sword Saint who seemed to be paying indifferent attention to this side, the elven archer leaned close to the boy's ear, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, her pink and moist lips always kissed the boy's earlobe while whispering.

After the boy in his arms trembled occasionally, the frequency of his unintentional licking increased...

However, in fact, the Elf Archer is a rare beauty.