The original owner felt a little bit of security after she fled to the tavern and squeezed into the crowd. It was the first time she faced death. The scene of Jocelyn smiling and drawing the bow was so shocking.
She didn't dare go home or leave the town.
Covering the wound that was gradually healing, the original owner shrank into the corner and curled himself up. It was so scary, so horrible.
"Hey, get up, the pub is about to close." The waiter kicked her.
The original owner got up with a bitter face: "I'm not stealing anything, so can't I really stay in here for one night?" It was so cold outside and there was no swamp yet, she didn't want to go out.
The waiter was speechless: "Stop talking nonsense, get out."
The original owner had no choice but to drag herself to the street. A cold wind was blowing on the cold street. She hugged her arms and ran to the alley to squeeze with the beggars.
For several days, the original owner could only wander around the street corners and was looked down upon.
Although she has always been shameless and afraid of death, this was the first time she suffered such a crime, and the original owner could not help but feel a strong hatred in her heart.
Why? She saved him!
Filled with hatred, the original owner went straight to the Vatican branch. She often hung out in various taverns and was full of gossip and rumors. She knew that the Vatican was spending a lot of money to find elves.
She saw clearly that night that Jocelyn's bow and arrow appeared out of thin air.
There was a faint light in the night, which was the symbol of the elves, as well as the white hair and the overly handsome appearance.
The more I think about it, the more I see that Rosilan is an elf.
"Ms. Kalpana, are you sure that everything you said is true?" The majestic leader stared at her face closely.
Resisting the urge to flinch, the original owner nodded vigorously: "Confirmed."
"Then please lead the way, Miss Kalpana." The leader stood up, and the knight with a sword behind him followed forward.
Seeing so many people, the original owner felt relieved.
She led the Vatican's men to the edge of the forest and described the events of that night again, pointing in the direction Jocelyn had left: "He entered from this direction."
The leader nodded, and the group entered the forest.
The dark forest blocked out the blue sky. They used instruments to search and finally found Jocelyn sleeping soundly on a big tree.
"Dark Elf?" the leader exclaimed.
Rosilan's red eyes were particularly shocking in the sunlight. Black air was coming out of his body, and even the silver bow and arrow were smoked black.
The whole person is full of evil spirit.
"The Holy See?" Jocelyn stood up.
The two sides immediately engaged in a fierce fight.
The original owner lay on the ground, fearing that he would become the fish that was caught in the disaster.
She watched helplessly as Joslan, who had the upper hand at the beginning, was outnumbered and finally slashed in the waist by a sword, falling from the tree to the ground with a thud.
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 Rosilan in the eye. After returning to the town and getting the reward, he couldn't wait to leave.
She knew from the news that the Vatican's search for elves was not a good thing. If Joslan was captured, there was a high probability that he would never come back.
Feeling safe and secure, the original owner walked into the tavern holding a bag of gold coins.
Xihe: ...There are so many things to complain about.
She looked down.
With the money, the original owner spent it even more recklessly, hanging out in the tavern all day, getting drunk.
But the money always ran out, and without it, she went back to her old life.
As for Joslan, he was seriously injured when he escaped from the elves.
The potion the original owner bought was of little use to him, and he had been fighting one-on-many against the people of the Holy See for so long, and when he was brought back he was completely like a fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others.
He clearly felt the sound of the knife cutting into his flesh, and the intense pain tore at his nerves.
Day after day, never ending.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
