Although he is very old, he still has a romantic heart. He did not live a good life when he was young, and he struggled to establish a small business association in middle age. Fortunately, he has two good daughters, and even more fortunately, both daughters have found good husbands. Between his daughter and son-in-law, With great help, his chamber of commerce has grown in size. Now that he no longer has to go out and run around in person and be bored, of course he has to find something to do. He has to try all the things that he was unable to enjoy when he was young. People cannot live in vain!
It's a pity that he only has a romantic heart, but he can't let his body become romantic along with it. There will be unconscious snot on the top, and the bottom is as soft as snot, which makes Erlanga very painful.
Entering the bedroom, the two maids obediently helped him to his chest. Erlanga's hand caressed the maid's buttocks, and a disrespectful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Baby, go get my things. Fetched."
There was fear in the eyes of the two maids. In fact, Erlanga didn't have much physical strength anymore, and some was just psychological. The old guy either pressed the person for a long time and almost crushed the person to death without putting it in, or he just put it in. In the blink of an eye, it was as soft as a snot, but Erlanga also liked to see women struggling, moaning, twisting, and crying under him, and these were all psychological vents.
As the head of a chamber of commerce, it is easy to find a way to vent oneself. Erlanga bought some props such as soft whips, ropes, and crystal sticks. He can use the help of the props to satisfy himself. But this is a kind of torture for the maids. What they young need is heat, not coldness and pain, not to mention the soft and helpless snot.
However, the status gap is too big. If anyone makes Erlanga angry, they may disappear the next day, or become the playthings of a group of hungry men, or they may appear under werewolves and bears, pulling the god of death. They want to experience the hot feeling with their hands, so being submissive and satisfying the old guy is their only choice.
The two maids looked at each other and walked out of Erlanga's bedroom with smiles, while Erlanga hummed a little tune and waited for the arrival of romance.
After a while, Erlanga felt a person approaching him: "Baby, give me the thing." Erlanga laughed again, revealing his missing teeth. The smile was really ugly. .
With a crash, a bunch of things hit Erlanga. Erlanga opened his eyes angrily, only to see a man in black standing at the head of his bed. He was about to shout in shock when he suddenly felt There was something cold sliding around his neck, and Erlanga closed his mouth in a smart move.
His body was indeed getting old. Erlanga found that he had been frightened and was incontinent. The coldness of the quilt made him feel very uncomfortable. However, he did not dare to say anything. Instead, he grabbed the quilt and covered himself to avoid embarrassment. Also thinking nervously.
Although in recent years he has only enjoyed himself and has not done much work, but when he was young, he was also a mercenary who traveled around, and his experience and knowledge were no worse than others. Erlanga knows that when danger comes, shouting is of little use. You must be natural, peaceful, and even smile!
I remember when he and a mercenary met a seven-tailed demon fox in the forest of death. The yelling companion was bitten to death by the demon fox in the blink of an eye, but he kept smiling and talking to the demon fox in the gentlest tone. During the conversation, he didn't know whether the demon fox could understand him. He only knew that the demon fox did not hurt him in the end. From then on, Erlanga understood that when faced with danger, only calmness can save oneself.
Erlanga coughed lightly, pointed to his neck, and said with a smile: "Young man, is it inappropriate to treat an old man in this way?" In addition to the slight trembling of his fingers, Erlanga His movements are impeccable, his smile is very natural, and his voice is very calm.
The cold feeling on his neck disappeared, and the man in black withdrew his weapon, but he still did not speak, his black eyes calm and indifferent.
The first step was successful! Erlanga encouraged himself in his heart: "Young man, can you tell me your purpose of coming here? Of course, if you don't want to tell me, I don't have to ask." Erlanga was afraid that his questions would anger him. other side.
"Someone gave me a sum of money to kill you." The man in black made a hoarse voice.
"Are you a killer?" Erlanga's heart aroused hope. The other party was a killer, but she still didn't kill him. She probably needed to find something from him or from his mouth: "You made a mistake!"
"oh?"
"There are so many paths to take in the world. With your strength, you have many choices. Why do you want to embark on this evil path?" Erlanga knew clearly what kind of people were protecting him. The black man in front of him People can sneak here, their strength is very terrifying! And powerful people naturally have many choices. Being a shady killer is by no means the best choice. Erlanga hopes to open a gap in this aspect.
"I like it." The hoarse voice said lightly.
"But this is a road of no return! Believe me, sooner or later, you will regret that you have embarked on this road!" Erlanga's tone was full of vicissitudes of life, as if an elder was speaking to himself. student
Life experience: "Money cannot buy everything, nor can violence solve the problem. Erlanga heard this last sentence from a bard. He admired his memory very much. This sentence is so touching and philosophical. Yes! It should be able to achieve certain results.
"Money can't buy everything, but it can buy me. Violence can't solve everything, but it can solve you." The hoarse voice shattered Erlanga's unrealistic fantasy.
Cold sweat broke out on Erlanga's head. He really hated himself for not being a bard who could discuss the philosophy of life with the other party. Now he knew that he was at a loss for words: "Young man, you are too stubborn. In fact, there are many things that can be answered through discussion. Someone gave you a sum of money and asked you to kill me? How much did he give you? "
"One hundred gold coins."
"Haha... Young man, my life is not so cheap! How about this, I will give you twice... no, five times... no, no, I will give you ten times the price to cancel this mission, how about it?" It seems that Erlanga will never be able to be a bard. A bard will not just say "money can't buy everything" and then use money to buy the other party in the blink of an eye. This is too contradictory.
"Oh?" The hoarse voice hesitated and looked away from Erlanga.
"Young man, this is worth thinking about. If you really kill me, you will become the enemy of the Fengling Mercenary Group. My daughter and son-in-law will definitely find ways to avenge me! And I just need you to give up. In this mission, I don’t want you to tell who your patron is. I know that you are a moral and principled person, and so am I, so I won’t make it difficult for you.” This is Erlanga’s heart Of course, he must take revenge, but this is a matter for the future. He should escape this disaster first. Although he is very old, he definitely does not want to die. He has not enjoyed enough life.
"Are you willing to pay a thousand gold coins?"
"Of course!" Erlanga raised his hand: "I swear!"
"make a deal."
Erlanga was ecstatic and struggled to get up from his bed: "Please come with me."
There is a small vault in the bedroom, which contains Erlanga's private money. Although the entire chamber of commerce belongs to him, in recent years, his daughter and son-in-law have begun to gradually interfere with the finances. It is no wonder that other people have it. Because he was so good at wasting money, Erlanga built a small treasury for himself in case of emergencies.
Standing in front of the small vault, Erlanga hesitated for a moment. The contents of the small vault were definitely more than a thousand gold coins. He was worried that the other party would take everything away. Unfortunately, there was no other choice now. If he did not hand it over, If the money comes, the other party will definitely kill him.
There are only more than a hundred gold coins in the small vault. For a person of his status, there is no need to hide the gold coins here. There are two black boxes made of magic crystal, one he recently obtained and the other the original one. Yes, there are a few magic scrolls behind the black box, a dagger on the other side, and several vials containing various kinds of liquids, all of which are fine alchemical potions.
There are not enough gold coins, but how many things should be taken out to get exactly one thousand gold coins? Erlanga was making calculations with a frown on his face when suddenly his body tilted and he was pushed aside by the man in black. He was not polite and took out everything in the vault.
Seeing one treasure after another being received into the space ring by the other party, Erlanga's heart was bleeding, but a smile appeared on his face: "I'm old, these things don't mean much to me, just take them all. .”
"Actually, I should have killed you without giving you a chance to speak. Do you know why I let you go?" The hoarse voice said slowly.
"Why?"
"I didn't expect you to have a mid-level magician here. He noticed me when I came in, but he didn't seem to see me." The man in black showed a sarcastic smile in his eyes: "I feel this is very... interesting."
That Ulerman, how dare he be so derelict in his duties! Erlanga cursed in his heart. He was really old, his brain couldn't keep up with his reaction speed, and he actually ignored the hidden meaning of the other party's words.
"I don't want to be someone else's gunman, so be careful." The man in black suddenly stretched out his hand and chopped it on Erlanga's neck. Erlanga slowly fell to the ground.
I don’t know how long it took, but Erlanga’s angry shouts and curses suddenly sounded in the courtyard: “I’m going to fuck your grandma...” At this time, Erlanga returned to his true nature as a mercenary, but he stopped before he could finish his words. .
(I just had the opportunity to read yesterday’s book review. I didn’t expect that everyone posted so many posts. Some of the posts were almost full without being pinned to the top. First of all, thank you all. Personally, there are always things I didn’t expect or missed, or I just couldn’t write them down. My writing has gone awry, and everyone’s opinions are there so that I can correct myself in time. Therefore, I always value opinions. All old friends know this. For example, the vixen in "Empire" was originally buried as the heroine. Afterwards, my friends put forward various opinions, so I had to let her choose to forget herself, and the outline was changed a lot. There don’t seem to be many writers who can do it like me. Even if there are very sharp opinions, I still If you don’t feel disgusted, can you argue if you don’t accept it? Let’s build a building and have fun.)