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Job Harriet was the current head of the Harriet family.
Although the Harriet family was not the most powerful noble in Deephearth, it controlled most of the slave trade in Deephearth, and could also rank in the top three among the many families.
Ever since he had regained the sovereignty of the holy city, Job had instead missed the old days.
Now, even the most lowly slaves knew how to resist, not at all like before.
And all of this was thanks to that group of madmen.
“Where the hell did that group of crazy people go?”
The moment he thought of that undead church, Job felt a lump in his throat. He had to completely eliminate them to be at ease.
But every team he had sent out, no matter what equipment they were wearing or what combination they were in, had never returned… even the legendary ones.
Later, the other noble families had also given up the idea of dealing with those stray dogs after suffering heavy losses. Anyway, they had the support of the divine church, and those people did not dare to return to Deephearth.
“Lord Patriarch~ what are you thinking?”
“Why did you stop?”
A bewitching voice interrupted his thoughts. He looked down at the pale, tender skin in front of him, which was full of wounds.
He picked up the long whip in his hand and whipped her hard with excitement.
Slap.
Watching the nine-tailed whip tattoo on her back light up, Job felt even more excited.
“Ah! Ah~”
“My lord, you’re so amazing.”
Job felt all the blood in his body gather in one place, and a savage smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.
As the head of a family that controlled the slave trade, Job was not the first time he had trained others. It could even be said that he was also a master of this art. But he had never thought that one day he would experience such great pleasure from this matter.
Under him was a bishop of a divine church.
The bishop, who had been high and mighty before, would actually take the initiative to find him and be at his beck and call like a slave… This had greatly stimulated his desire, and even his little brother, who had lost consciousness due to excessive indulgence in wine and women, had woken up.
Although she had asked him to send a lot of slaves to a secret room, and the number was far more than the secret room could hold… but what did it matter?
Even if all those slaves died, it didn’t matter. Anyway, those slaves were just trash that could be bought with a few gold coins.
Just as he was about to make a move…
Knock, knock.
This untimely knock made the two of them’s movements stop.
“Who?”
Job looked back at the door and found that a masked woman in a dancer’s clothes had appeared there. At this time, she was looking at his little brother with a smile.
And then she even made a gesture with her hand…
“What do you mean?”
The grief and anger in his heart even made Job not ask clearly at the first moment who this woman was.
“Heeheehee, me?”
“The Scarlet Mummers, Nightingale, at your service.”
The Scarlet Mummers?
Job had just felt that he had heard it on some scroll… the next moment, he found that the woman under him, who had been weak and could only moan, had suddenly stood up.
She quickly snatched the whip from his hand and fiercely whipped the woman at the door.
???
Weren’t you unable to? Weren’t you conquered by me? How could you… could it be that all of that was an act?
He was just caught between the two of them, naked, without any protection. But at this time, neither of the two fighting parties cared about him.
“Aaaaaaaah!”
The swinging nine-tailed whip, with a chilling aura, cut through the air and whipped his body.
Slap.
Job’s head was directly smashed. He did not understand until he died… why the woman who had been whispering sweet nothings just now would be so heartless.
If Shelley were to tell him, from the moment he had started to believe in the followers of the evil god church… Job had embarked on the path of death.
“And, who did you have to believe? You went and believed in a follower of the Goddess of Pain…”
“And you even believed that you had conquered her? With this?”
Shelley’s figure appeared in a corner of the room, but no one had discovered his existence.
He made a gesture at the pitiful corpse on the ground, shook his head with pity, and said with emotion, “I’m afraid he really wasn’t awake…”
“So ordinary, yet so confident.”
After sighing at the pitiful Job, who had died with his bird in the air, Shelley looked at the two fiercely fighting parties.
He found that the battle was actually biased toward the follower of the Goddess of Pain, who was not wearing any equipment and had been acting for a long time.
“Wow, are you getting stronger as you fight?”
The followers of these two churches, because they often had conflicts, were very familiar with each other’s moves. The outcome of a battle between two followers of similar strength often depended on the momentum of the day.
And at this time… this follower of the Goddess of Pain was a classic example of a barefoot person not being afraid of someone wearing shoes.
The less she wore, the harder she hit.
This thing was, as long as I’m not embarrassed, then it’s others who are.
For example, if you were caught masturbating at home by your family… then it would be you who was embarrassed. But if you were masturbating on the street, and not only did you not retreat but instead walked toward others… then it would be others who were embarrassed.
(By the way, streaking will get you arrested by the police. Please do not disturb public order.)
(laughs)
Shelley looked at her two burdens, which were constantly rising and falling with her fierce movements, and was a little worried if she would be pulled to the point of pain… but after thinking about it, it seemed that pain was a reward for them.
On the other hand, this Miss Nightingale, although she was not restrained, her expression was also a little subtle, and her eyes did not know where to look… The hateful gaze was always shifting from the vital points to the two constantly swinging balls.
Shelley had easily found the root of the hatred.
This Miss Nightingale was indeed not big.
“This wave, this wave is a combination of new and old hatred.”
After sighing, Shelley gently moved his fingers, and he saw the naked woman, who was getting stronger as she fought, convulse.
“Aaaaaaaah!”
Nightingale did not let go of this opportunity. The blades on her dance shoes came out, and she quickly cut the enemy’s neck. But to Nightingale’s surprise, this cry was not of pain, but of endless pleasure.
She clutched her neck, but the expression on her face was a mixture of pain and enjoyment. She fell to the ground in despair…
Thud.
“What happened?”
“These masochists… are they really crazy?”
Nightingale took half a step back with some disgust. After thinking for a moment, she decided not to care anymore and quickly left the room.
Today’s action was not over yet. She still had another target to clear.
An action like hers, there were many in the entire Deephearth.
The Scarlet Mummers were on a rampage. Some succeeded, and some failed.
Shelley stayed in the room, slowly walked to the window, and looked at the full moon outside. He looked at the deep night and licked the corner of his mouth, saying softly, “Let it be chaotic.”
“Let it be chaotic.”
