Not long after leaving the Shadow Thieves Guild, it was already noon, and the pedestrians on the road began to become less crowded, most of them were in the nearby hotels, restaurants, or stalls to find a random spot to fill their stomachs first. As a commercial capital, Askatra can see a wide variety of cuisines from almost all over the world, and even those who are not very hungry will be tempted to stop for a bit.

However, Henry didn't bother to eat anything now, but quickened his pace and went straight to the masked mage's giant tower. He had to do his best to confirm the state of Zaranora, hoping that he hadn't been too affected by the magic of the Necromantic Emperor, Sean VII, otherwise the masked mage would most likely refuse his offer.

As an organization capable of monitoring magical fluctuations on a large scale, the Masked Mage's guild has a hectic daily routine, with countless hooded and face-masked members coming and going nervously in and out at all times, dealing with all the magic-related contingencies in the city. Their mission is to protect the inhabitants of Amm from evil magic, and to prevent other spellcaster groups from infiltrating their territory.

As soon as he entered the hall, Henry heard shrill screams and noisy roars, as if this was not a place for learned mages to study, but a free market for peddlers.

"Quick! Send a few people on a trip to the big suburbs! There's an idiot over there summoning the devil and must control the situation before he finishes it. ”

"Magical creatures have invaded the sewers in the temple area! Send someone to investigate! ”

"Someone in the mall sells magic items without permission, and he will be arrested within ten minutes."

"Damn! An out-of-town mage resisted arrest and attacked our patrol, and immediately sent reinforcements. ”

……

With a sound of commands. The mages on standby in the hall activated their teleportation magic. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared in place. Due to Askatra's long history, large population, and thriving commerce. Countless cases of supernatural forces spiraling out of control happen here every day, and it is the responsibility of the Masked Mage's Guild to nip them in the bud before they can cause great damage.

"Hah, what a busy day, isn't it?" A female mage in charge of the reception smiled helplessly and said.

Although this young girl is not particularly beautiful, she looks very good when she smiles, like the morning sun, which makes people feel very warm when they see it. Perhaps that's why. She will be placed in this position to let the guild members who are tired from the day relax their spirits.

"Yes, it's busy. Perhaps the people of this city could not have imagined that magical accidents were happening all the time around them, and one of them would die if they were not careful. Henry replied casually, and then directly took out his masked mage badge and put it on the table.

The female mage first inadvertently took the badge, and the next second she shuddered involuntarily, with a surprised expression on her face, and then bowed very nervously: "Hug ...... Sorry, Master. I didn't know it was you. If you need anything, please feel free to ask. ”

She was clearly aware of the badge that represented the most senior member of the masked mage, and it was said that there were only three of them in the entire guild. Worn by three powerful Legendary Spellcasters, they have the right to kill ordinary members. They are: Chara Norra, who is in charge of the management and day-to-day work of the members, Corinna Spike, who is in charge of intelligence and hunting down traitors, and finally Henry, who has just joined the team and has been dubbed the "Dragon Rider" by the Ammen.

This incident caused a stir within the guild, and everyone was talking about it, speculating about which of the three legendary masters was more powerful. There were also young men who were eager to learn more about magic, hoping to worship under one of them, even as servants and assistants.

As the person with the most contact in the hall, the female mage heard a lot about it almost every day, so the moment she saw the badge, she immediately understood who the hooded person standing in front of her was.

Henry chuckled and shook his head, took back his badge and said, "I really didn't expect that I would become so famous." Relax, I'm in a bit of a hurry to find Ms. Chara Nora right now, can you tell me where she is at the moment? ”

"Of course, Master. Ms. Chara Nora is in the room on the top floor, but I'd better wait a while. She seems to have been a little upset lately, so she ...... So in this time period...... It is possible that some special means are being used to relieve stress. After saying that, the female mage's face was instantly covered with a flush.

Although she said it very vaguely, Henry still understood the meaning, and was expressionless for a few seconds, and finally the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile: "Thank you for your Jianyi, but I think it's better to go right away." ”

As soon as the words fell, a white light fell from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared in place, and the next second he appeared in the top secret room that only the most senior members could enter.

This place is not too noticeable from the last time, just a very luxurious bed. Above, an elven woman in tulle was squinting her eyes and letting out a seductive moan, and four or five sturdy male Tevelyn were busy with all sorts of skillful techniques in an attempt to please their mistress.

Seeing such a carnal (lust) performance, Henry did not disturb, but took off his hood, found a random chair to sit down and waited silently, occasionally glancing at this "intense" movement with an appreciative eye.

He had long learned from books that almost all powerful spellcasters were messy in their private lives, good or evil. Some of them are constantly changing the (lovers) around them, and some are keen to summon other-dimensional creatures to serve them, such as lust demons, succubi, tiflins, tyflins, celestial creatures, pleasure golems, etc., and the elf lady with long green hair in front of them is obviously one of them.

In short, the older the old guy who has lived countless years, the more he ignores ethics and morals, and the more unscrupulous he becomes. The most obvious example of this is Ilminster, who not only maintained an extremely "close" relationship with the goddess he believed in, but later also with Mystra's daughter. Several of the Seven Sisters of the Northland were mixed together. First of all, Lori cultivated. Then eat it yourself. According to the morality of the earth, this can be called a mad beastly behavior.

Henry couldn't even understand that such a mother-daughter take-all behavior was basically tantamount to challenging the bottom line of ethics and morality, but why hadn't Ilminster fallen to the evil camp, were the eyes of the gods of good blind?

Well, maybe in the world of Torrell, the criteria for judging good and evil are slightly different from those on Earth, at least when it comes to sexuality. Open to the point that as long as both parties are consensual, it doesn't matter age, generation, race, or even gender. Just like the teachings of the god of love and beauty, Shuna, believe in the sanctity of love and believe that true love will win in the end. Follow your heart and walk towards your true destiny.

While he was sitting in his chair and thinking nonsense, Chara Nora soon reached a high (climax) in excitement under the service of several handsome male servants. After a few minutes of rest, she waved her hand and motioned for all the demon descendants to stand aside, and came to the opposite side of Henry with a flushed face.

"What a rarity, I thought you were busy helping the Son of Baal against a dangerous legendary mage."

"Sorry to disturb your relaxation time. I have a good reason though. As he spoke, a silver glow of magic flashed in Henry's eyes.

This is a very subtle spell casting action, and it instantly gets the current physical condition of Chara Nora. No doubt. The de facto master of the Masked Mage's Guild had not yet been overwhelmed by Shane VII's magic, and her expression looked a little tired, but rather conscious. On top of that, it's crucial that she also has a strong enough sexuality. Since the undead do not have this feeling, once the consciousness of the half-lich takes over, then this purely physical activity should cease completely.

Chara Nora didn't notice the fleeting spell, smiled and leaned on the backrest of the back, and said with a playful smile, "It seems that you are trying to convince me to let the Masked Mage Guild join the war." But before I do that, I want to study your current physical condition, especially about the curse on your chest that exudes terrible power.

She didn't care about exposing her elf-specific slender body, and she didn't care about the bodily fluids that slowly flowed down her thighs. It was as if the intense "exercise" just now was nothing more than a pastime like drinking tea, reading a book, playing chess, etc., and there was nothing to make a fuss about.

Hearing this request, Henry was slightly taken aback and asked in a low voice, "Where did you get this news from?" I'm so sorry to have only recently returned to the surface, could it be that there are guild people on Brinnroe Island? ”

"Of course. The Forbidden Prison is a very important place, and I've set up a lot of magic eyes for detection. I was watching when that battle took place, and you were very good, and very few people were able to do it in Joan. Irenikas can not be left behind in the slightest in the face of a spellcaster, at least not yet. Chara Nora's tone was a mixture of envy and jealousy, and the gaze in her eyes was even more complicated.

"Well, I can satisfy your curiosity, but there is one condition. Regarding this magical war, the Masked Mage Guild must not be left untouched. I believe that as an elf you should know how terrible things can happen once the energy of the Tree of Life is drained, and Ammu will definitely not be able to escape this catastrophe. Without hesitation, Henry took off his robe, revealing his streamlined upper body muscles and the golden hourglass printed on his chest.

"Of course...... No problem...... Oh my goodness, it's so beautiful! What a powerful magic! I can even feel the power of time flowing! As she spoke, Charanora stretched out her fingers and gently ran her fingers across her strong chest, her beautiful face full of longing and greed, and even her breathing became rapid.

Henry shrugged his shoulders helplessly and explained, "You're right, according to my speculation, the scales of that Time Dragon stuck my soul in the backward torrent of time. Unless the caster can be killed, this regression will never stop. ”

"That's right, only Joan. Irenikas is dead, and time will stop against the current. But there's another thing you overlook, and that's that stopping doesn't mean you can get back to normal. Your time is about to stop, understand? In a certain sense, this is the real immortality, the state that countless people dream of. With that, there was a hint of frenzy in Chara Nuora's eyes...... (To be continued......)