It was night, and a carriage departed from E-Rantel, heading towards the Royal Capital of Re-Estize.
Few people chose to travel at night, not to mention that thieves frequently appeared on the outskirts of E-Rantel recently, making the carriage appear exceptionally solitary in the darkness.
Inside the carriage, a lamp enchanted with the magic 'Enduring Light' emitted a bright glow, illuminating every corner.
Lock, dressed in a tuxedo and using a disguise, held a magic book in his hands, looking quite handsome and serious.
Sitting opposite him was a visibly impatient Clementine. Dressed in an expensive gown, she showed no aristocratic lady's demeanor, sprawling across the table, with a large expanse of white skin revealed from her drooping neckline. Unfortunately, the only gentleman in the carriage had no interest in appreciating it.
Her fingers tapped on the table, the frequency increasing, but it seemed not disturb him at all.
"Hey! What exactly are you planning?" Clementine couldn't help but ask loudly.
Lock merely glanced at her, then returned his gaze to the magic book, "I just want to go to the Royal Capital."
"Hmph, do you think I'm as idiotic as that fool outside? Don't try to deceive me with such a clumsy excuse." Seeing that he was unwilling to reveal his true intentions, Clementine didn't bother to press further. "But speaking of which, do you often do things like this? Tell me some interesting experiences to make big sister happy, for example, pretending to be weak to trick Adventurers, then piercing their necks with a sword the moment they turn their backs! Things like that."
A smile touched Lock's lips. He knew what kind of experiences this woman in front of him had gone through, as behind every pervert was a painful history. However, they all deserved to die!
"Speaking of which, there really is an interesting story."
"I once fought a warrior, using a sharp sword as a cover, allowing the opponent to easily use her signature martial arts. Then I used my ability to record all her martial arts and tortured her to death with her most prized ability. The sight of blood spurting from her body, and her disbelieving eyes until her last breath… Hmm, even now, thinking about it is thrilling."
Lock said with a look of intoxication, "Then, I resurrected her with resurrection magic. Although I tampered with the process a bit, I still successfully brought her back to life. In the end, she became my puppet, allowing me to pose her in various ways. Even now, remembering it still makes me happy."
"By the way, I heard some nobles really like to use certain drugs that make women very obedient, followed by whips and candles. Just thinking about it is exciting. I haven't tried it yet, so I don't know what it's like. So I plan to try it tonight. I don't have those drugs, but it seems I don't need them, after all, she is very obedient. What do you think?"
Clementine's face first showed an expression of resentment, then gradually twisted, and finally, a smile suddenly appeared.
"Very interesting. Then let big sister guide this little virgin through his first experience, and let him truly savor the intoxicating and soul-corroding taste!"
Hmph hmph!
Indeed, never compare depravity with a pervert, because they might play even more twisted games than you.
Lock could tell from Clementine's beast-like eyes that she wasn't joking.
What was this? Knowing she couldn't resist, so she wanted to enjoy it?
I, Lock, am a man of integrity, and I will never bow to temptation!
His light red eyes brightened slightly, and Clementine immediately showed a look of fear, but she sat up perfectly straight like a refined lady, elegantly picked up a teacup, and took a sip of the already cold black tea.
The series of movements flowed smoothly, so much so that even the most demanding noble etiquette teacher couldn't find a single fault.
The entire carriage suddenly fell silent, and Lock also focused all his attention on the magic book in his hands.
Buzz!
"Hmm?"
Lock's eyes moved, then he suddenly qrabbed Clementine's wrist opposite him, and slammed his elbow fiercely towards the carriage door.
Bang!
The not-so-sturdy wooden door was shattered to pieces under his immense strength, and he leaped out of the carriage, taking Clementine with him.
At that very moment, a cold light streaked across the sky, flying rapidly and accurately, striking the carriage. The explosion blasted the entire carriage into fragments.
The unfortunate driver didn't even let out a cry of agony, flying high into the air, finally landing headfirst. As the red and white matter flowed out, his dull eyes briefly regained clarity for a moment, then dimmed.
Lock, holding Clementine, rolled a few times on the ground, then slowly stood up, patting off the dust that clung to his clothes.
Beside him, Clementine also stood up, a smile on her face, watching him with interest.
Just now, he tried to avoid too much friction with the ground. Was that what they called a man's demeanor? How disgusting!
"Oh my, what an unexpected disaster!" Lock looked at the destroyed remains of the carriage, where a somewhat worn-looking spear stood obliquely.
The flickering firelight illuminated a figure. His face looked very ordinary, the kind that would go unnoticed in a crowd. His long black hair appeared somewhat disheveled, clearly not often maintained.
He was dressed in a mixed style of armor and robes.
"Lock Kote Albert, let me see your strength," the man said indifferently.
As soon as he finished speaking, twelve figures slowly emerged around Lock and Clementine, forming a circle and surrounding them.
"How heartbreaking! Clementine."
A familiar voice entered Clementine's ears, making her tremble, then a morbid smile appeared on her face, "Oh my, I wondered who it was? Isn't it my dear Older brother!"
Clementine was once a member of Theocracy's Black Scripture, holding the Ninth Seat, but she also had a Older brother, Quein Esei Hasseya Quintia, also a member of the Black Scripture, holding the Fifth Seat, with the title 'One Man Army'!
From the darkness, another man with an ordinary face emerged. He wore a long trench coat with a wide hem. His short golden hair was identical to Clementine's before her disguise.
Lock was slightly surprised, not expecting that the people Theocracy sent to contact him would be them, the twelve members of the Black Scripture, and also a withered old woman carrying an important secret treasure of Theocracy.
According to the plot, they should have been sent to recapture the powerful monster that was about to revive, the Destroyer Dragon Lord, right?
Why were they here?
Things seemed to be getting more and more interesting!
A slight smile touched the corner of his mouth, and Lock took out a pair of short swords from his storage space, throwing them to Clementine, "There's no time to forge you short daggers, so make do with these. Also, if you want to live, you're on your own."
"OK!" Clementine caught the flying short swords, stuck out her tongue, and licked the sharp blades. Her crimson eyes, like those of a man-eating beast, stared intently at her Older brother, Quein Esei.
The short sword flashed in the darkness, and the skirt of her beautiful gown was slashed open, immediately transforming into a split long dress, revealing her long legs clad in white stockings.
Ability Boost!
Super Ability Boost!
Swift Wind Break!
"Come on, I've wanted to kill you for a long time, my dear Older brother!"
Clementine let out a chilling laugh and launched an attack on Quein Esei, even applying all her enhanced martial arts to herself from the start, clearly looking like she was fighting for her life.
"Let me cleanse your sins! Clementine!"
A magic circle unfolded before Quein Esei, and a giant petrified lizard leaped out from it, landing in front of him.
The Fifth Seat of the Black Scripture, One Man Army, was a beast tamer who could command monsters!
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