Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

"It stinks! It smells like a sewer, and there's a strange, deep, elusive odor, like dust..."

Messiah covered his nose; that was the gloomy aura of the abyss.

The smell here gave the three of them a very dangerous feeling, as if some conspiracy had been overturned amidst the noise.

"How dare they openly harm my people here!"

Chinara was furious, but Black Vine's voice came from beside her.

"It's no use, my lord. We have seen too many tragedies like this. Rushing to alert the demon legion will only lead to the deaths of more innocent people."

Nolan took out a leather pouch from his ring, gulped down several mouthfuls of wine, and spilled a lot on his clothes. He then slowly followed the flow of people toward the central stage theater, blending in with the crowd.

"Wow!"

Exclamations of surprise and admiration mingled with the roars of monsters from the largest Blood Kite tent, occasionally interspersed with the comical singing of circus clowns.

The show continued, with the audience inside roaring with laughter and shouts, making those outside eager to join in. They quickly bought tickets and entered amidst the energetic shouts of the glamorous dancers.

The three of them slipped into the crowd and went behind the large tent with the blood kite sewn on it. There was also a small tent where opera singers and dancers changed clothes. People were constantly going in and out, making it hard to miss their sight and sneak in.

"Sir, are you lost?"

Hearing the soft, seductive voice behind him, Nolan waved to the two silly girls in the shadows and turned around unsteadily.

The silver-haired girl's long hair was tucked into her hat, and her large dress concealed her beautiful figure, making her look like a handsome young man. Her eyes were sleepy, and she was staring lecherously at the blue-haired elf who had just retreated from the side door.

The other person's youthful face was deliberately made up with heavy makeup, which looked somewhat incongruous. However, the light gauze bra and short skirt highlighted her youthful body, and her sweaty body was very alluring.

"My beauty, I've come to find you!"

Nolan stumbled over and lifted the girl's chin, the pungent smell of alcohol causing her to frown slightly.

The girl suppressed her displeasure and pushed Nolan away, covering her mouth and giggling, "You're drunk, let me take you out."

"No, no, no, I don't want to go out! I just got in! And I want to explore deeper into the area, like...this place!"

Nolan grabbed the elven girl by the waist and roughly groped her, making Chinara and Messiah's eyes blaze with fury.

Someone's acting seems a bit over the top!

"ah!"

court death!?

The girl gasped, a fleeting look of disdain and annoyance crossing her face.

She did not resist, but simply lowered her head and stiffly moved closer to meet Nolan's savage actions, stretching out one leg to gently rub against him, letting out soft moans.

"Hmm... um... my tent... is inside, please follow me..."

The two walked side by side behind the large tent, Nolan slumped against the girl, his hands roaming over her smooth back.

Nolan, his eyes glazed over, glanced around listlessly. Several passing dancers gave the two of them ambiguous smiles before ignoring them.

This is the inner area of ​​the motorcade, a place that even the handymen can't enter, deep inside the circus.

A white-haired elf dressed as a clown sat on several wooden crates, seemingly on guard. He wasn't surprised to see Nolan, but a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips as he watched the girl and the boy walk further and further away.

As expected, the smell of blood was getting stronger and stronger...

After passing the sentry post, the two strolled rather ungracefully on the grass by the lake, the noise fading into the distance.

The brightly lit red-roofed tents here are somewhat quiet, seemingly the living quarters of circus members, and are far removed from the dirty stables outside.

Nolan finally spotted a conspicuous large black tent at the very end of the line. Her eyes were clear, but she didn't stop her erratic hands, which made the girl's dance dress look messy.

The demon, disguised as an elf, had just finished his hot dance, and his body was getting hotter and hotter, with the panting in his ears growing heavier.

"hiss......"

Nolan felt a sharp pain in his lower back, but when he turned around, he saw nothing.

Chinara and Messiah followed the dancer into the dark veil, lurking around and even secretly kicking her!

"what happened?"

"It's okay, I just can't hold back anymore."

Nolan held the elven girl tightly; this was the source of the bloody smell.

The night has only just begun, and many lustful fools have already died here...

236. Slaughterhouse

The blue-haired elf laboriously carried Nolan into his tent, wiped the dirt off his face with a damp cloth, and suddenly he looked much better. He seemed somewhat surprised by the boy's handsome appearance.

The girl hesitated for a moment, then trembled as she gently took off her gauze dress and climbed naked onto him, beginning to undress.

"Um!?"

The Empress behind the curtain expressed her dissatisfaction with a high-pitched nasal tone, and her jealous behavior made Hei Man chuckle.

For days, the captivating girl in the eyes of the Night Dancer has been inseparable from her, their relationship far from that of a simple knight and princess. Their flirtatious banter has become commonplace, seemingly hinting at a more ambiguous truth.

The future queens of the six royal courts have fallen for a short-lived human, who is also a charming and lovely young girl—this is quite extraordinary!

This human girl seemed to possess some irresistible, intoxicating magic, drawing everyone's heartstrings like a black hole. Even the Night Elf, being a woman, was drawn to her, and even the noble High Elf princess was no exception.

Zenora was heartbroken and pinched Messiah's arm until it was red and grimaced in pain.

Messiah glared at Zenora and grumbled, "Using someone else's skin, bones, and blood to package yourself, how disgusting!"

"This is a weak succubus, not even a soldier of the Nightmare Army. It seems that the Abyss's forces are not that sufficient, even such a small demon has to be sent to the front line."

Black Vine coldly concluded that the Night Elves had infiltrated the enemy for many years and had dealt with demons countless times.

"Keep pretending. If you're so capable, then make it real!"

Chinara made a vicious threat, her spirit unusually weak compared to that of a demon.

As the dancer slowly bent down and her little hand touched under the pillow, Nolan dared not pretend to be asleep any longer. She grabbed the young dancer's wrist, her cold, crimson eyes devoid of any desire.

The elven dancer, who was lightly biting her lip, was also startled, because when she tried to unbutton her clothes, she was surprised to find that the boy's chest felt soft to the touch, revealing an astonishingly large chest.

woman!?

In that brief moment of distraction, the small black knife she had pulled from under her pillow was already in the other person's palm. A gleaming blade interrupted the girl's movements and pressed against her chin.

"Don't move, little cutie, keep your hands where I can see you."

"You're not drunk at all!"

The girl raised her hands in shame and anger, her youthful chest exposed to everyone. "Who are you? What do you want!"

"I was wondering what you were doing with that knife. You didn't even do any foreplay before jumping straight into the main event. That's so unprofessional!"

Nolan shook his head and sighed, seemingly regretting that he was forced to interrupt before he could finish enjoying the service.

"you!"

At this moment, the gloomy-faced Zenora and Messiah also appeared from behind the curtain, startling the dancers.

"This is private property. Where did you come from? If you don't stop, I'm calling the police!"

"Private land? You're not elves at all!"

Nolan sneered, brandished the knife, and gently cut open the girl's skin. Faint black blood immediately seeped from her chin, causing the dancer's delicate body to tremble slightly.

"The right to ask questions should belong to the party holding the murder weapon. Speak up, who are you, and what is this place for?"

"..."

The dancer bit her lip, her eyes filled with panic yet unwavering determination.

Chinara's face darkened, and she snapped, "Not going to talk? Ha! What happened to the other customers who were targeted? Were they all like animals in a slaughterhouse, their throats slit in their sleep, their skins peeled off, their blood drained and turned into clothes, just like the skin you're wearing now?!"

"How could you...?"

The dancers looked horrified; they knew far too much.

The knife spun in Nolan's right hand, lightly piercing the girl's back with a "ripping" sound. With a tug, he tore open the shell of this blue-haired elf.

Exposed in the tent was a pale-faced young succubus. Her skin was deathly white, she had horns on her forehead, and her pretty face was as beautiful as an elf's. She only had two small bumps on her back, and her sharp, fleshy wings had not yet grown.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me."

The little devil huddled at the foot of the bed, trembling, while Zenora and the others were slightly moved.

This is clearly a little girl from the Dark Clan. She's clumsy and inexperienced, and it must be her first time on a mission. If Nolan hadn't come knocking on her door to cause trouble, she probably wouldn't have made up her mind yet.

"Ugh......"

Chinara and Messiah's expressions softened, their hearts softened, and for no reason, they thought of Meiruo and their homeroom teacher.

In war, there are many innocent civilians. Not all demons want to invade foreign lands, but most people have no choice.

This succubus is indeed very young, and her soul is weak; her fluency in Elvish is probably her only strength.

She had only one weapon: her alluring young body, which was more deadly than anything to a delirious male.

Nolan raised his hand and chopped at the girl's neck, knocking her unconscious.

Suddenly, a gust of black wind swept into the tent flap, and a tall, strong woman stood at the doorway.

The fierce-looking, scarred female leader stared at the three of them with an imposing aura, but the next second she knelt down on one knee and revealed her true, gentle voice.

"Lord."

Chinara rubbed her temples and said irritably, "Don't call me that, I can't take it. You should all serve that Empress who doesn't even want her own daughter."

The Black Vine Dancer emerged from behind the curtain, a bitter smile on her face, and knelt down with her sister.

The assassin Bai Lu, who was able to kill a Saint Demon Officer and take his place silently, was clearly as powerful as Hei Man.

"The Blazing Royal Court has received intelligence and everything is arranged. We are just waiting for you to take your place. I will be disappearing for a while. If you need me, please contact me using a code to avoid being noticed by the Fire King while I am with you."

Nolan nodded, somewhat curious about the large black tent next to him, the place in the circus where the smell of blood was the strongest.

The female leader opened her mouth, still somewhat doubtful about the three's identities as Chaos Apostles, but she didn't question her sister. Instead, she cautiously asked, "I'd like to confirm again, Your Highness, do you really not want Her Majesty the Empress to know about this?"

“Not now. My presence must be conveyed to Mother by Sistarmir, not by you.”

Chinara gave a cold laugh and looked at the scarred woman. "Your name is Bai Lu?"