The Legend of Fatality

Is still the dirty tavern in the dirtiest area of ​​Ryrems. The tavern is still like a cave, but this time, the hole is brighter, but it has not been more lively. On the wooden round tables of the tavern are sitting a few distinct teams.

The barmaid ’s waitress Mariana traveled between tables. There were many people she did n’t know. She also knew that the group of mercenaries wearing armor, wearing helmets, wielding long swords and axes would take action tonight. But what about that, she was just a little entertainer in a dirty pub.

Prince was sitting at the innermost table, surrounded by his adventure teammates, including Mia Lala, Muramsen and six others. Priest noticed the brass pendant hanging on Mia Lara's neck. This is a magic item he made. The simple and stylized item shows an abstract character who is essentially himself. Ordinary people simply cannot recognize what it is.

This magical item will help Mia Lala resist a fatal injury, the side effect is that she will get sick in the next few days, most of which is a disease that will make her weak, and occasionally only a small cold or just a fight Sneezing will probably last for five to ten days.

The door of the tavern was constantly pushed open, and the adventurers hurried into the room, patrolling for a week afterwards, looking for their partners in the dim tavern, and finally walked over to sit among them.

Prince, who should have been pleased by the increase in the number of participants, did not feel this way. In fact, he felt very painful. He longed for more knowledge and more power, and Mia Lara was right this time: this time he took a great risk.

But thinking of the Fatalin Association may be the right guide to lead them to find the treasure. Especially after all of their members are mages, their greed for obtaining their power and knowledge completely overwhelmed his reason. This is especially true when Miyala, who respects and loves herself so much, sometimes has a sad look on her face.

A long time ago, Prince was just a skilled scribe who recorded the details of a mage's life. The admiration for magic made him rise from an insignificant position, because the mage discovered his magical talents and criminal abilities. He must admit that it was an evil mage, and the crimes Prince Priest helped him were less than 1% of his real crimes.

But he still expected that as the wizard ’s informal deputy and heir, the other apprentices of the mage already thought that Prince would become the mage ’s heir. He also had no intention of giving up this status and the benefits that followed. He chose the middle course, no matter what the mage taught him, he would learn, but at the same time, he would also maintain his status and privileges.

He did a lot for the mage, helped him ambush innocent travelers, and kidnapped children and women in the town. In that dark, closed, secret and disgusting space, he worked hard to complete all the tasks of the mage.

Until many years later, the old mage only left him an apprentice. One night, Priest followed the old mage, listening to him whispering something, and staggering toward the deepest and darkest room he had never entered. He was very interested, and he felt that he was about to gain real power soon.

When the door of the room opened, he saw the black statue in the center, he saw the dirt on the floor, he saw the bones of the black statue around the wall, and even he felt that he saw his position in it. When he walked into the statue, his heart thumped and his stomach suddenly pressed like a stone in his stomach.

"It doesn't matter, dear apprentice, you don't have to approach it today. I think this is too early. Stand behind and watch." The old mage said slowly.

The old mage still chattered and shuffled to the black statue surrounded by some kind of black mist, and then took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped it on the statue as if to clean it.

Then picked up a pottery jar next to it, which was obviously the place to store medicine, ointment or powder. He rubbed the edge of the clay pot with his fingertips. When he pressed **** it, his fingers became stiff, and he began to stir quickly inside the clay pot with his fingers.

He went on in the same way for a while, staining most of his hands. At the same time, the black mist on the statue began to approach the clay pot and floated into it.

"It should be fine, it's time." He said finally. "We still have a lot to do. These old legs can't go as fast as before."

He shook his head, took a few steps back, and began to recite a prayer he called gratitude. But Princester heard it. It was actually a spell, a spell spell he never knew.

When he came out of the cellar alone, he blinked and realized that this was the first time he had come out in the day since he was an apprentice to an old mage. The clear blue sky, fresh breeze, and worldly noisy streets seem to be an exhilarating relief from darkness, enclosed spaces, evil secrets, and abominable things.

All this lasted until he remembered the old mage and the black statue, as well as the bones, dirt, blood and so on in the statue room. He was not sure whether the old mage had only one person or would have other companions, but he knew that he was about to start his escape. The legacy left to him by the old mage is only a magic book and the staff in his hand ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ On his escape, he encountered some good things including Miya Lala. She was just a stupid woman, and once better alternatives appeared, Prince would abandon her without hesitation. But until then, she belongs to him, he will not let anyone steal her.

And now, he decided to defend his status and privileges again, he can start by reminding Miyala who is his property.

"Go upstairs." He said after hugging Miya Lala from behind. A hand lurked under her breastplate and kneaded. The other hand rubbed in under her skirt, he tried with his fingers, and continued to say after receiving a satisfactory response. "Don't forget to bring the rope."

His voice can only be heard by Mia Lala, but what he does is still seen by many people who have been watching him even in the dim tavern. But he didn't care at all. He stretched his hand under the armor across the table and patted it on her face, giving her a smirk that she understood. He looked around and found that many people looked at him with a certain expression. He felt a certain sense of superiority, far more than the sense of accomplishment he had to do in the room.

Miya Lala also saw the expression of other people. She did not blush or embarrassed like a little girl. She proudly looked at anyone who looked at her like a proud lioness. After no one dared to stare at her again, she stood with her head high and turned to chase after Prince, who had risen upstairs.

She knew what she wanted, and she knew what she had. So she chose to face any person or thing that makes her happy in a straightforward manner and attitude. Especially when she is a woman who loves a man, she is always so ambitious and extremely dangerous.