Do you know the true King of the Sea? 4

Pei Gun hid in the tavern and squeezed into the crowd. The original owner felt a little sense of security. She faced death for the first time. The scene of Ruoslan smiling and clasping her bow was really impactful.

She didn't dare go home or leave town at all.

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

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

The original owner got up with a grimace: "If I don't steal anything, can I really not stay there 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, get out."

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

For several days, the original owner could only wander around the street corner, suffering from the glare.

Although she has always been shameless and greedy for life and afraid of death, this was the first time she suffered such a crime, and the original owner could not suppress the strong hatred in her heart.

Why? She obviously saved him!

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

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

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

The more I think about it, the more signs there are that Ruoslan is an elf.

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

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

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

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

She led the people from the Holy See to the edge of the forest, described the situation that night again, and pointed to the direction Joslan left: "This is the direction he entered."

The leader nodded and the group entered the forest.

The sun-blocking woods blocked the blue sky. They used instruments to search, and finally found Ruoslan sleeping soundly on a big tree.

"Dark Elf?" the leader exclaimed.

Ruoslan's red eyes were particularly shocking in the sunlight, and her body was filled with black gas. Even her silver bow and arrows were smoked black.

The whole person is full of evil spirits.

"The Holy See?" Ruoslan stood up.

The two sides immediately started a fierce fight.

The original owner lay on the ground, fearing that he would become the fish in the pond.

She watched helplessly as Ruoslan went from having the upper hand at the beginning to being outnumbered. Finally, he was slashed on the waist with a sword and fell from the tree and hit the ground with a bang.

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

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

She knew from those messages that it was not a good thing for the Holy See to search for elves. If Silan was caught, there was a high probability that he would not be able to come back.

Feeling safe, the original owner entered the tavern holding a bag of gold coins.

Xihe: ...There are so many things to talk about.

She looked down,

With the money, the original owner spent more unscrupulously, hanging out in taverns all day long and getting drunk.

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

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

The medicine bought by the original owner was not of much use to him, and he was beaten one-on-one with the people of the Holy See for so long. When he was taken back, he was completely turned into a piece of fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered by others.

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

Day after day, never ending.