Online game: Confession of love to a noble daughter at the beginning

The golden scales suddenly appeared like twinkling stars, and wisps of sacred breath danced in the air.

The outline of the scales gradually became clearer, looming, as if there was a rhythm of life rising and falling.

The golden light flowed like a river, instantly lighting up the whole room.

The bright light overflowed, and the dazzling brilliance even made Victor feel a little dazzling.

Vega widened his one eye and observed carefully.

It could clearly feel that the power of the goddess of justice was becoming more and more intense.

Perhaps Gwen punished those believers and turned their sins into her own karma.

So, she got the final recognition of the goddess of justice.

After all, she used part of the power of the goddess of justice to kill those believers.

Use the ruthless sword to cut off all evil thoughts in the world.

This is the true doctrine of the goddess of justice.

However, in the word of mouth of those cultists, the doctrine of the goddess of justice was gradually distorted, and her justice became absolute paranoia.

It is not about cutting off the evil thoughts, but about eliminating the common source of the evil thoughts.

And this paranoid justice is absolutely unacceptable to human society.

Victor's fingers gently brushed Gwen's fair back, leaving marks on the scales on her back.

Under physical contact, Gwen's body rose to her current level.

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Sure enough, she became much stronger.

If this continues, it won't be long before Gwen will become a true fourth-level knight.

Victor withdrew his hand.

Letting Gwen kill those believers is part of the plan.

After being killed, [the believers of the goddess] will throw pheromones to other believers like rats.

This information will spread quickly like a plague.

And those believers will swarm for revenge like crazy rats.

And once they finally find out, the one who killed them is not someone else.

It is the goddess they think about day and night and believe in all the time.

At that time, their faith will collapse.

They will no longer be able to uphold the justice they believe in, and their twisted minds will turn into all kinds of evil thoughts.

In the end, they will be wiped out by Gwen, who represents justice, and use their sins to become their own strength.

Achieve the final virtuous cycle.

So...

"The believers of the goddess want to use Gwen to make the goddess descend to the world, but I won't agree."

Victor looked at the golden scales floating on Gwen's back, and even though his eyes were stung by the light, he still said calmly.

When these evil and paranoid believers are wiped out by the righteous Gwen, they will become the power that Gwen uses to become stronger.

And what will become stronger together is the remaining divine power of the goddess of justice.

As long as it continues, Gwen will be able to keep getting stronger.

Humans will no longer remember the twisted teachings of the goddess.

The Mage Council will be the only church that believes in the goddess of justice.

But it is not prepared for the real goddess either.

"There is no need for two identical goddesses in the world."

Victor's emotionless voice sounded.

Since the Mage Council was built on a hypocritical scale from the beginning, the goddess of justice it believes in is also hypocritical.

Not too much, right?

The real goddess of justice will exist in name only, and he no longer has to worry about Gwen becoming the real goddess of justice.

As long as everything goes well.

Suddenly, Victor looked up.

He sensed an unusual breath lingering in front of the door.

Victor reached out and gently touched Gwen's bathrobe. The separated bathrobe closed along the edge again, covering the snow-white skin again.

He gently pulled the quilt to cover Gwen, then stood up and walked towards the door.

At the same time, a blazing flame burned on the white shirt.

The air around was suddenly filled with a burning heat.

Victor waved his hand gently, and the black windbreaker covered him again under the purification of the flame.

The red lines on the surface of the windbreaker flashed briefly, and then gradually extinguished.

After doing all this, he just walked to the door of the room and opened his palm.

The door handle automatically turned and opened the door.

Then, he saw it.

At the door, a girl with white hair and red eyes was kneeling.

Her body was entangled by countless transparent magic threads, outlining seductive lines on her slender but full body.

Her arms were tightly pressed on both sides of her body, unable to move.

The girl raised her face, looking pitiful and weak.

She knelt on the ground and looked up at Victor.

The flowing red pupils seemed a little sad.

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"Please allow me to be myselfIntroducing, Mr. Victor. "

The girl stood in the room gracefully and bowed to Victor.

"My name is Priss Nice, the daughter of Count Laurian."

Victor sat on the chair and looked at the girl in front of him carefully.

Her manners were impeccable and her attitude was very respectful.

Although she seemed to be the same age as Aurelian and Erica, she exuded an unusually mature temperament.

Perhaps, this was related to the family education of the Count's family.

But...

Victor supported his face with one hand and looked at the other party, with a hint of doubt in his eyes:

"As the daughter of the Count, you come to me at this time."

"What do you want to do? "

While speaking, he also glanced at Gwen who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

The hypnosis was very effective, and Gwen could sleep peacefully until dawn.

His meaning was very clear.

As the daughter of Count Lauren, you sneaked into the room of a man with a fiancée alone at night.

And the other party was a new guest, and the two parties were not familiar with each other at all.

It was strange that there was no problem when he came to the door like this.

Pliss noticed Victor's suspicion, clasped her hands together, her face tightened slightly, and she looked very entangled.

She was silent for a while, and finally said:

"I know you, you are a very powerful wizard."

"Only you, only a powerful wizard can help me, I hope you can help me."

She said anxiously.

"I am willing to give everything. "

Victor sat up straighter when he heard it.

He looked at Priscilla carefully with a look of scrutiny in his eyes.

Feeling his slightly aggressive gaze, the girl gently closed her eyes, but let Victor's eyes wander freely over her body.

"Really?"

Victor's voice sounded again, indifferent and playful.

Purscilla's body couldn't help but shudder.

She opened her eyes again, her face was slightly red, and her red eyes were like ripe apples, but they were gradually crushed and squeezed out a few tears.

But she still nodded.

"Yes... yes."

"I'm willing to pay any price."

Victor looked at her with no expression on his face.

He leaned back in his chair and asked indifferently:

"Tell me what you want to help with."

Purscilla said quickly:

"Please save my mother. "

"She was locked in the room by my father, Count Laurian, and was not allowed to leave the room."

"If this continues, she will die in the room."

She begged desperately, and her mood became extremely sad, with her brows slightly wrinkled, but this time it was not because of entanglement, but because she was praying for salvation.

Pulissa's body was a little weak, and her whole body strength was exhausted. She was even about to kneel down in front of Victor.

The emotions almost collapsed along with the words, and tears flowed out.

"Please... please help me."

Victor's mouth corners slightly raised, and a playful expression was revealed:

"I can help you, but now, I have a condition."

Pulissa nodded quickly as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw.

"I, I can promise!"

"Then, show me your legs."

Victor's words made the crying girl stunned.

"What... what? "

She seemed to have not thought about Victor saying this at all, and her crying face froze, and she could not react to anything for a while.

Victor stood up slowly, stared into Priscilla's eyes seriously, and said seriously word by word:

"Lift up your dress and let me see your legs. "

The aggressive momentum made Priss take a few steps back.

Then, the magic power around Victor suddenly erupted, and took the initiative to tear open the black dress that wrapped the legs of the girl.

Swish——

The fragmented black dress was torn by magic, revealing Priss's empty lower body.

There should have been a pair of legs there.

But now, it seems transparent.

Under the dress, there was only a pair of black leather boots standing on the ground, as if supporting her body.

Purss's face turned pale in an instant, and she hurriedly lay on the ground, holding the torn dress, trying her best to cover her legs.

But it was too late.

At this moment, Victor had begun to look at the girl in front of him with a dangerous look.

His voice seemed cold and ruthless:

"Sure enough, how could a normal person be restricted by the magic trap I set up casually. "

As soon as the voiceAs the flames fell, a roaring fire instantly burned around Victor.

The raging flames spread like waves, forming pillars of fire in the air.

But these flames did not ignite anything, but only burned the surrounding air.

The scorching temperature began to sting Priss's skin, and the scorching flames reflected on her pale face.

Priss, who was crying with tears, also showed some fear in her eyes.

She could not help but subconsciously start to avoid the flames.

The flames would not burn her, but the temperature would.

The heat seemed to have turned into a poisonous snake and began to wander around her body, and the scorching heat made Priss feel suffocated.

The lungs seemed to be pinched tightly by a pair of high-temperature giant hands, and only the intense burning filled the lungs and throat.

The air began to burn, making her unable to breathe for a while.

Victor put his hands in his pockets, and the windbreaker on his body also burned with flames.

The flames behind him seemed to have turned into ferocious beasts, licking the dry and anxious air.

He was surrounded by flames, but he was still so calm.

His feet stepped on the blazing fire, and the corners of his eyes ignited with burning flames.

But there was boundless coldness flowing in his blazing eyes, like solid ice wrapped in flames, completely filling the hot air with coldness.

"It's late at night, but you have to disturb my rest time with my wife."

His indifferent voice gradually sounded, mixed with the collision of heat and cold, and seemed a little chaotic:

"I'm curious, since you know I'm a powerful mage."

"Just a dead soul."

"How dare you wander around in front of me?"