"General speaking, you are here to kill that Dark Moon Phantom Wolf that has transformed, right?"

I asked about the woman called Poland, the instructor of this Red Devil mercenary group.

This mercenary group is full of women ......

"What 'transformed Dark Moon Phantom Wolf', it's so easy to say," said Ciali, hanging from a tree. The golden twin ponytails wobbling down in front of her chest, "That is the magical beast that Lord Damia, the Diviner of the Stars, named to exorcise, the king’s son of the Dark Moon Phantom Wolf, this is a very meaningful act, every move of Lord Damia is related to the future, since we are asked to kill it means that it will definitely cause harm to humans in the future."

"Since we can divine that it will cause harm in the future, doesn't that mean we can't stop this thing from happening at all?"

"That's not something we have to consider." Ciali suddenly lowered her voice and furtively glanced at Emile who was eating peanuts not far away, "By the way, who the hell are you and how do you know Lord Emile?"

"I do think you should worry about yourself ...... how long have you been hanging around here?"

"Two and a half hours," she bared her teeth at me, "I wouldn't mind hanging for another two and a half hours if it would make Lord Emile happy."

In that case then you really can't get off ......

Emile sat quietly to the side, bored and roasting peanuts.

"Hey, did you just hear that?" I walked over, "Anyway, the world is in crisis, and we are now going to destroy the demons that are harming the world."

"But since Damia only let them come, that means they're the only ones who can solve it, right?"

Emile said as she threw the peanut shells into the fire.

"No, no, no, Lord Emile, the soothsayer said," Ciali struggled to hold a green crystal ball out of her sleeve and changed her tone, "'You should run into that silly leader who wanders around all year. If you see her, give her this, and by the way, go with her all the way to destroy the magical creatures!, so we're looking for you while we're looking for the magical creature ...... woohoo!"

"Calm down, calm down Emile," I clamped down on Emile's arms, "This is Ciali, just a messenger, you kill her won't affect that Diviner at all."

"Geez ......," Emile canceled the fireball spell, "That psycho ...... let's leave her alone and just go. "

"This ......" I took the crystal ball from Ciali's mouth, "Don't you need to look at it?"

Emile fiddled with the crystal and sighed.

"Where to find that magical beast?"

The mercenary group looked at each other and cheered.

"Quiet," Ciali coughed twice, "It's right here, Lord Emile. Poland, bring out that paper."

Poland's hand went to her chest and pulled a long piece of letter paper from it, spreading it out--

"It was a giant pink wolf ...... er, two meters long, fierce and vicious. " Poland paused for a moment, "...... Lord Emile, why are you looking at me like that ......"

Because you look very serious but the way you took out the letter that was very unserious ......

"So how exactly do you get it out?" I tugged on Emile's hat, trying to divert her attention, "The wolf we've seen these past few days isn't even a magical beast, it's just an ordinary coyote."

By the way ...... the row of footprints ......

"The crystal said to me to manifest the identity of the magician ...... "Emile pulled out a clear crystal ball from the magic space, which swam with several strips of heterochromatic mist, interweaving and changing back and forth, presenting a strange and magnificent picture.

"What a beautiful crystal ball it is."

Emile dropped it.

Dropped it......

Mighty magic mist emanated from the fragments of the crystal ball, and a huge red circle of light emerged under Emile's feet, presenting the head of a demon with goat horns.

The mist gathered towards Emile and condensed into a huge illusory figure beside her.

A figure of Emile in a crimson gown.

"Lord Emile! Isn't this the identity certification issued to you by the Magic Guild!?" Ciali cried out frantically.

"Well ......" Emile looked back at her phantom, "This should do ......"

"It's too over! Turns out all you have to do is put a spell that makes it visible!"

"What the hell, I'm just showing my identity, are you looking for a fight? Want to hang a little higher?"

"......"

I moved closer to Emile to take a closer look.

"Well done," I reached out and touched the illusory three-dimensional image, which dispersed into mist where I touched it, returning to its original state as I withdrew my hand, "This gown ...... "

The flashy fringe flickers and fades, the light golden mist outlines a gorgeous pattern on the ruddy robe, the exposed skin, although gathered by the mist, can still feel Emile's youthful glow, the pure and lightly elegant face with a hint of childishness, this gown, although the material is heavy, still sets off the owner's figure... ...

It's still nice but (your boobs are still) flat.