"It's been about three or four years," Matar said, looking up at the ceiling, her voice soft with memory. "The last time I mated was with the one I loved most. He was an orc warrior. But something happened… and we may never meet again. After that, many orc warriors pursued me, but none could beat me. I couldn't mate with someone who couldn't conquer me. Then my homeland was hit by war, and I ended up wandering all the way from Samir to here. There were dangers along the way, and I never had time to think about things like this. But recently, life's been a bit calmer… and my body began to act up."
"Seems like warmth leads to lust," Roger muttered in his mind. He scratched his head and cautiously asked, "It seems I can't beat you either. You're not going to kill me… right?"
"Hahaha..." Matar laughed a lot, she stood up and walked to Roger's side and sat down, she put her arm around Roger's shoulders and licked his face with her pink tongue. "Who said you can't beat me? Didn't you beat me last night? I'm still weak all over."
The last few words were spoken in Roger's ear. Matar acted coquettishly, and her voice lacked the usual cheerfulness. Instead, it was filled with the gentleness of spring rain. Coupled with the moist and hot fragrance blowing in her ears, Roger felt his whole body go soft and numb, as if he had been bathed in the holy light of Vermeer, the God the Father.
"Roger, you will be my little lover from now on." Matar's fingers reached Roger's lower body and circled around his glans, one circle, two circle, three circle...
Such a teasing is intolerable. Roger's hot-tempered little brother could not stand such a provocation. He had already straightened his back and loaded his ammunition, waiting for the order from his elder brother to have a big fight. Roger, who was full of lust, also quietly reached out to Matar's breasts. It seemed that a huge battle was about to begin.
"Captain, there is a guest who wants to see you!" Dole's voice came from outside the door. After being scolded by the captain last time, he learned his lesson and dared not rush into Roger's room in a hurry. He just shouted at the door.
"Who is it? What kind of guests could come so early in the morning?" Roger was very angry because his good plan was ruined, and his tone was a little aggressive.
Matar, who was hugging Roger, saw someone coming to find her, so she didn't bother to argue. She got up, straightened her clothes, and sat back at the table leisurely.
"It was a clergyman, who said you would be very anxious to see him, and that he could help you. But he would only see you alone."
"A priest?" Roger frowned. "When did I know a priest?"
"You'll know if you go and see him. I'm leaving first." Matar opened the door with a cat-like step, and went straight back to her room without paying attention to Dole's surprised expression.
After getting dressed, Roger followed Dole downstairs. He saw a man in a priest's clothes sitting in the hall, drinking water and chewing blackened bread. The man was thin and looked familiar. Hearing the sound of people walking up the stairs, he turned around, with a dark and thin face and slightly cunning eyes staring straight at Roger.
"I don't think I've seen this person before." Roger thought to himself.
"Captain Roger." The man smiled when he saw Roger approaching. "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
"Who are you?"
"Can you find a quiet place? I have something very important to tell you."
Roger thought about it and felt that he didn't seem to have made any enemies recently, and this man looked powerless, so he took him to his room.
As soon as he sat down, before Roger had even finished pouring the water, the man reached out and peeled off the layer of skin on his face, revealing a slightly pale face.
"Marco!" Roger almost dropped the kettle in his hand. He didn't even bother to pour the water. He put the kettle aside and sat down opposite the man, looking him up and down. "You're not dead?"
This face is exactly the same as the one seen on Klin Island, but unlike the expressionless mask that Noel wears on his face, this one is a real face, and every subtle expression shows that it is not a mask.
"Haha, you really still remember me." Marco chuckled. "You guys are really amazing. This place is really impressive."
"Why did you pretend to be dead? Is Elizabeth really your wife? What exactly do you and Noel want to do? Do you have anything to do with Klin's disappearance?" Roger's questions were as crackling as a string of fireballs.
"Um..." Marco said awkwardly: "Which one should I answer first?"
"Who are you?"
"Well, I have my reasons. But I can swear that the murder on Klin Island has nothing to do with me.
I just used Noel to help me escape the church's pursuit. As for my identity, it is not convenient to reveal it to you for the time being." Marco said, looking at Roger solemnly, and said in a deep voice: "I came here this time to discuss cooperation with you.
Oh no, I should say I am here to save you. If you trust me, I can guarantee that you will not die."
"Save me?" Roger sneered, "Why should I trust you? A you are a pastor with unknown origins?"
"Have you accepted a commission from the Marquis's Mansion? Are you going to Guell Cemetery?"
"How do you know?"
"Don't worry about how I know this. Have you ever found out who the Marquise Mansion hired to go to the cemetery before you?"
"Not really."
"Hehe, let me tell you, in the past few months, the Marquis's Mansion privately commissioned the three largest mercenary groups in Kulun, 'Blood Lion', 'Iron Holy Shield' and 'Diamond Sword', and also recruited many independent adventurers from other places. The expedition teams organized by these people have entered Guell Cemetery one after another, and no one has returned alive so far. "
"The remaining people from the three major mercenary groups were afraid of being held accountable by the Marquis's Mansion, so they had already fled Kulun with their families. Otherwise, do you thin it's so easy to recruit mercenary recently? It's all because the larger mercenary groups have quietly withdrawn. This unfortunate job is like a hot potato, and no one dares to take it."
"Oh?" Roger's frown tightened even more. He just came back last night and hadn't had time to ask someone to find out the situation. But he did feel that the activities of large mercenary groups in Kulun had decreased recently. After Marco's words, he naturally had a reason to believed it.
"I'll ask Randy to find someone to investigate it later." Roger thought to himself.
"What you encountered this time is different from what happened in Klin. It can be said that every step is dangerous. If no one helps you, then Guell Cemetery will also be your cemetery."
"Help, there are still people who can help." Roger thought of the "Vulture" Kogas promised by Lady Sophia.
"Hehe, you're funny, but a little stupid." Marco gave an evil smile.
"I can tell you this, if you don't cooperate with me, you will really die miserably."
"What type of cooperation?" Although Roger was very wary of Marco, he thought it would not hurt to listen to the other party's plan.
"Now let me join your team as a mercenary. Take me with you on the day of departure. I can keep you safe. Let me tell you..." Marco put his face close to Roger's ear and whispered a few words.
"Really?" Roger widened his eyes and looked at Marco in disbelief.
"Whether it's true or not, you'll know when the time comes. If you take me with you, I may not be a threat to you. But if you don't take me with you, you won't be able to come back..."