The gangster of fast wearing took the scumbag script

Chapter 157 Get to Know the Real Sea King? 4
The original owner felt a little sense of security when she hid in the tavern and squeezed into the crowd. It was the first time she faced death directly.

She dared not go home at all, dared not leave town.

Holding the gradually healing wound, the original owner shrank into a corner and rolled himself up, it was so scary, so scary.

"Hey, get up, the tavern is closing." The waiter kicked her.

The original owner got up with a bitter face: "I don't steal anything, so can't I really stay inside for one night?" It was so cold outside and there was no swamp yet, so she didn't want to go out.

The waiter was speechless: "What nonsense, go out."

The original owner had no choice but to come to the street slowly. There was a cold wind blowing on the cold street. She folded her arms and ran to the alley to huddle with the beggars.

For several days in a row, the original owner could only wander around on the corner of the street, receiving all kinds of blank stares.

Although she has always been shameless, greedy for life and afraid of death, but the first time she suffered this kind of crime, the original owner couldn't restrain a strong hatred in her heart.

Why?Obviously she saved him!

With hatred, the original owner went straight to the Holy See branch. She had been in various taverns all year round, and she was full of gossip and gossip. She knew that the Holy See was spending a lot of money to find elves.

She saw very clearly that night that Ruosilan's bow and arrow appeared out of thin air.

There is a faint light glowing in the night, which is the symbol of the elves, as well as that white hair and an overly handsome appearance.

The more I think about it, the more traces that Ruosilan is an elf.

"Miss Karpana, are you sure what you said is true?" The majestic leader stared closely at her face.

Resisting the desire to flinch, the original owner nodded vigorously: "Confirm."

"Then, please ask Miss Karpana to lead the way." The leader stood up, and the knight with a sword behind him followed suit.

Seeing so many people, the original owner immediately felt relieved.

She brought the people from the Holy See to the edge of the forest, described the situation that night again, and pointed to the direction where Josselin left: "He went in from this direction."

The leader nodded, and a group of people entered the forest,

The shady woods covered the blue sky, they searched with instruments, and finally found the sleeping Josselin on a big tree.

"Dark elf?" the leader exclaimed.

Ruosilan's red eyes were particularly shocking under the sunlight, and there was black air on his body, even the silver bow and arrow were smoked black.

The whole person is full of evil spirits.

"Holy See?" Josilan stood up.

The two sides immediately launched a fierce fight.

The original owner was lying on the ground, afraid that he would become the fish that hurt the fish in the pond,
She watched Ruosilan gain the upper hand from the beginning, to be outnumbered, and finally was cut in the waist with a sword, fell from the tree and hit the ground with a 'bang'.

Several knights tied him up and dragged him back to the small town like a dead dog.

The original owner followed behind, not daring to look at Ruosilan, returned to the town to get the silver reward and left impatiently.

She knew from the news that it was not a good thing for the Holy See to find elves. If Ruosilan was arrested, he would never come back in all likelihood.

Feeling safe and secure, the original owner entered the tavern with a bag of gold coins.

Xihe: ...there's just too much to say.

She looked down,

With the money, the original owner was even more reckless in squandering, lingering in the tavern all day, getting drunk like mud.

But the money would run out, and without it, she went back to her old life.

As for Rosilan, he was seriously injured when he escaped from the elves.

The potion bought by the original owner didn't do much for him, and he fought one-to-many with the people of the Holy See for so long, and when he was taken back, he became a piece of fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

He clearly felt the sound of the knife cutting on the flesh, and the dense pain tore his nerves,

Day after day, without end.

(End of this chapter)