Shining eyes, shiny hair, and even if he didn't see the pointed ears, he could still recognize the assassin's inhuman identity. The visitor hid his head in his hood, and his exposed face was illuminated by the moonlight in the room, and the reflection reflected it on Steve.

Uncomfortable.

She has blond hair, which is too light and looks slightly white in the light. Even though his life was threatened, Steve couldn't control the random thoughts in his mind. What's worse is that he didn't wear any clothes when he got up, and he is still the same now.

Maybe this is the reason why the elf woman only stared at his face? Steve's mind became more active for a moment, but before he could react, he was forced to dare not act rashly by the stinging sensation of the sharp blade touching his skin.

The elf's eyes were so bright that he couldn't even see the pupils in his eyeballs, let alone figure out what the other person knew and thought at that moment.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but elves, including women, are all very tall. Steve is considered tall among men, but this woman is not short either. She can almost look at the same level as him. This is why Steve was mistaken for him in a daze.

Think of it as Siyovala - Siyovala is also very tall. It is very uncomfortable to have a sharp knife pressed against his throat, and the tension makes it difficult for him not to swallow his saliva. This action makes his Adam's apple move upward, and it is inevitable to be hit by the knife.

He poked it with the tip.

The pain made him couldn't help but shrink back against the wall, and the assassin followed suit. The elf woman's knife was very stable and kept shaking at a normal frequency. Every time it shook, it rubbed against the wound in his throat.

I can wake Siyovala... He risked turning his eyes in the direction of the bed without turning his head. This is too stupid. His experience in the Greenskin Crusade should have taught him that night has no influence on elves and day.

There's not much of a difference, except that most of the objects have turned gray.

In addition, his estimate that the elf would be shy was extremely wrong. The assassin directly raised his knee and hit his crotch. It was a miracle that Steve didn't faint on the spot.

Under the severe pain, he could do nothing, not even scream. The Elf Assassin covered his mouth with force and pushed his back against the wall. The pain in his lower body made the coldness of the wall not worth mentioning.

Before he could turn his head in pain, the elf suddenly let go of him. Steve's first reaction was not to stand up to meet the enemy, but to lie on the ground and vomit.

Siyovala likes to drink, a little too much, which coincides with Steve. He wants to forget his wife, Siyovala wants to forget even more, and this can only be done through alcohol.

Seyovala was unlike his wife in many ways. The more Andrea went to church, the more rigid her life became when she came back.

"The pastor said that women should be more respectful to God." Andrea said plausibly.

On the verge of death, he vomited wine dregs all over the floor, and his mind was still racing with dissatisfaction with his wife Andrea. Otherwise, how could Steve enjoy the company of Seyovala peacefully?

"Well, well..."

"be honest!"

After a while, "What's wrong with that man?"

A third voice appeared in the room, and it turned out to be a woman, and he could understand it. It turned out that the elves also spoke Imperial Language, but the tone was very strange.

Steve raised his head, trying to see clearly what had happened to Siyovala. This time, the female assassin did not hit him and allowed him to look around as he pleased.

His beloved Siyovala was sitting on the bed, her mouth tied with a piece of cloth. An assassin had his back turned to his hands that were tying Siyovala, and every blow was very hard.

Siyovala looked at him, her eyes wide open, as if she was asking for help. As a man, how could Steve not respond? He no longer cared about the sharp knife in the elf's hand, and stood up suddenly with his hands on the ground.

Blood flowed down from the top of his head at the fastest speed. He spun around and fell into the vomit.

"...wasteful drunkard."
Chapter completed!