Chapter 617 - No Need for Light at the End of the Tunnel (2/2)

She was about two meters tall, and with a few steps, she stopped in front of Schuck, looking very delighted. “Beautiful human, would you like to come with me? I can give you all the money in my family to spend.”

Her voice was quite beautiful, with a girlish tinge, and there was no hint of squirming in the female orc’s expression, only passion and excitement.

Schuck’s face darkened instantly as Roland and the other F6 members laughed heartily.

The netizens watching the livestream also had a good laugh.

Resisting the urge to use Sun Collapse to turn the female orc into dust, Schuck grinned with difficulty. “Sorry, I’ve got a wife.”

“What a pity.” The female orc shook her head repeatedly and then threw a set of keys to Ragnar. “My room is still the same, bring them over yourself.”

Ragnar waved his hand, then hung the ring of keys on himself, which were just wide enough to fit through his head and hang above his neck.

The set of keys was, in the female orc’s hands, a mere key ring, but to Ragnar, the thing was a collar.

Waving to Roland and the others, Ragnar then led them to the stone room in the three o’clock direction and said, “You will rest here tonight. This is my sister’s secret room and you can only enter with her key.”

“That orc is your sister? Biological or adopted?” Roland couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity.

“Biological.” Ragnar shrugged and said, “My father was very flirtatious when he was young and had me with my gnome mother, and then in three years, he got a few female orcs and ended up making my sister.” Roland was flabbergasted. “That’s a big difference in size, right?”

“Age and height are not an issue as long as there is love,” Ragnar said with a look of someone who has experienced it—a head full of green.

“Well, go inside.”

Ragnar tossed the keys to Roland and ran off on his own.

In the livestream, the players were spouting madly.

“It can break the deep narrow paths, and it can stir a large vat.”

“Driving upstairs, I’m reporting it.”

“Report what. He’s just getting high off a few words.”

“And no one thought that it might be Ragnar’s father who had met with something heartless!”

“It’s possible. Boys have to protect themselves too, after all, times are different now.”

Amidst the frantic pop-ups from the netizens, Roland and the others entered the room.

Since it was where a female orc lived, it was quite large, an estimated 70 or 80 square feet.

It was just that there was very little furniture and it was all stone furniture.

After entering, Schuck laughed. “I didn’t expect that things would go so well. We really got in the territory of the True Ancestor of the vampires, and we seem to be quite close to

her.”

Li Lin stretched. “What do we do next?”

“Ask for information, of course, but there’s no rush. Wait till I scan the sixth floor for vampire distribution.”

Schuck immediately went to close the door.

Roland sat on the ground and began to release his mental power, expanding it in all directions.

Roland had used his mental power for the purpose of detection many times, and the more stationary he was, the more effective the mental power detection would be.

It wasn’t supposed to be an exception this time either.

But just as Roland’s mental threads touched the rock face of this stone pillar, an abrupt mental force emerged and pulled him into a rather unique place.

It was reasonable to say that with the mental power spread out, he could only feel the things around him.

It was also just a stream of consciousness, just a vague idea of what it is that he was running into. But Roland encountered something different this time.

The mental power he was in actually saw things.

In front of him was a white stone pavilion.

Under the pavilion, there were two rather beautiful women drinking afternoon tea.

The two of them were just as surprised to see the sudden appearance of Roland.

Especially the one with long straight black hair, who was only a little over one meter forty and still a young girl, but somehow just gave people a feeling of wanting to penet**** her.

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One might even get the feeling that the young girl was lecherous and easy to bait.

The other beauty also had long, straight black hair, but her body was luscious, and there was nothing on her that wasn’t beautiful, as if there were no flaws to be found.

Roland looked around… A misty white world.

Only the pavilion where these two women were, and the ten meters or so in diameter around them, were free of white misty fog.

“Who are you?” The black-haired girl spoke up, wide-eyed. Seeing Roland, the other great beauty slowly stood up, looking rather unfriendly.

She waved her hand and took a long black scythe out of nowhere.

“The faithless shall be sent to the Wall of the Faithless.”