Pastor's Tantra

At the ferry boarding gate, Selene, wearing a maid outfit, had been waiting here for a long time.

When she saw Aleister from afar, she ran over, squatted down and hugged Aleister, deeply inhaling the strange fragrance on Aleister that only she could smell and became stronger and stronger.

Selene's body is taller than Aleister... After she squatted down, they were exactly the same height. And because of the beauty of Aleister and Selene, this scene became extremely conspicuous. Passing tourists saw it and laughed kindly.

"Okay, Selene. Stop making trouble."

Aleister pointed out her identity and name to the honey badger, and then said: "Let's go."

"Miss Crowley... right."

As soon as they got on the boat, they were immediately stopped by a burly middle-aged man with a smile.

There were some scales on his skin, and it was obvious that he was a hybrid of lizardmen and other races.

The man's arms were even thicker than Aleister's waist, and he was about two meters tall. His ears were slightly pointed, his back was hunched, his face was full of hideous flesh, and his chin had a flap-like protrusion like a butt. There were purple anchor tattoos on his shoulders and arms, and he looked as fierce as a pirate leader.

Some guests were frightened just by seeing him. Others hesitated to stop at the bottom of the stairs, not daring to board the ship.

But facing him, Aleister was not afraid at all.

She just asked softly: "Captain?"

It was not difficult to recognize this.

On the elf ferry where everyone's weapons were confiscated, only he had a machete and a revolver on his waist.

"Haha, you recognized it!"

This ugly and ferocious captain, who could scare a child to tears, showed an almost flattering smile: "I am Elvan Lachado. The captain of this ship... You are a distinguished guest, please follow me."

As he said that, he respectfully performed an elf salute to Aleister.

This scene was seen by the people around him.

After seeing this, a black-haired boy with glasses and freckles on his face walked quickly to a room and whispered to one of the gray-haired boys with messy hair.

After hearing this, the gray-haired boy's expression suddenly became ugly.

The two of them whispered for a while, then pushed each other and quietly left the room.

When they left, their voices became a little louder.

"I told you not to mess with her!"

The black-haired boy with freckles was full of uneasiness: "Her housekeeper... looks so scary. It feels to me like Professor Brunswick..."

"... What are you afraid of, you idiot!"

The gray-haired boy also showed fear on his face, but his mouth was still as hard as before: "Isn't Professor Brunswick dead too! Extraordinary people are also human beings..."

"I told you, I've seen the price of that skirt - if it's authentic, the value of that skirt alone is 800,000 gold coins! Even if it is a fake, the price is definitely not low...

"With such followers and wearing such an expensive dress, her jewelry is likely to be extraordinary jewelry. If we get her jewelry, maybe we can change our fate-"

"But if you get it, will your fate change?"

The freckled boy's words are sharp: "Dimitri?"

The boy called Dimitri was speechless.

"...How do I know that a young lady of this level will wear fakes outside..."

He moved his lips, still stubborn.

"Otherwise," the freckled boy continued to make up, "Would she wear the real thing for you to steal? If it is the real thing, it must have a tracking ritual, and we can't run far after taking it!"

"Enough, Paul! Didn't you stop me when I started?"

Dimitri said angrily: "You also had a share!"

"I stopped it!"

"Stop it! It's not enough! If you just say it, it means you want it in your heart, right?"

As soon as Dimitri said this, he saw someone passing by.

They immediately stopped talking, watched the passers-by go away, and then lowered their voices: "Why don't we send the things back? Apologize to the young lady... maybe she will forgive us."

"Send it back?"

Paul asked back: "What are you thinking? You have a fake in your hand!"

"...What's wrong with a fake? Because it's a fake, it shouldn't be that valuable. So I think... if we apologize, we should be forgiven."

"Don't think about it! You're too stupid! You don't understand the nobility at all, Dimit!"

Paul's eyes were sharp, and his voice was getting louder and louder: "They will never forgive you-they will only claim that the jewelry you stole is real, and then return a fake to escape punishment!

"They will ask you to compensate for the price of losing a real thing! After all, how can such a noble young lady wear imitations when she goes out? If you return the things, she will think it is a mockery-mocking her family's decline and can't even afford to lose fakes!"

"Why is it like this..."

Dimitri hesitated and shook his head: "You think too badly of the nobility. Isn’t Albert also a nobleman? Miss Aurora is also…”

"... Albert is a special case. And Aurora... her parents are both dead, and her property has been taken away by relatives. She can't be considered a noble." Paul hesitated, and his voice became smaller and calmer.

"Doesn't that mean there are special cases?"

Dimitri tried to persuade his friend to go with him: "Maybe the young lady is also such a kind person?"

"It's unlikely, her last name is Crowley. People in that family have some mental problems..."

Paul still refused firmly.

But when he said this, he suddenly realized: "Do you want to flirt with her because she is beautiful?"

"...She is so beautiful, she must be kind-hearted."

Dimitri did not deny it, but begged his companion: "Come with me...I dare not go by myself. I don't know what taboos those nobles have, or what operas they like to watch...You have to accompany me."

Hearing this, Paul was furious: "You are not attracted by the value of that thing at all, you just want her personal belongings! You still want to drag me to go with you, I tell you, no way!

"Don't forget, we have a mission this time! If something goes wrong because of you, the instructor will turn us into zombies!"

"——I think you two should go. By the way, tell us what the mission is!"

Suddenly, a pair of hands fell on their shoulders. A steady middle-aged voice came from behind them.

They turned back in horror-only to see the housekeeper of the eldest lady appear behind them silently.

Paul's mind turned quickly: "It's the passerby just now! "

That passerby was actually a butler who had transformed into someone else!

"Yes, it was me."

The butler had a blank expression on his face, and with a little force on his hands on their shoulders, he repeated, "You two... please follow me."