I Am Stuck In A Beta Test For 1000 Years

Chapter 11. Are You Done?

"If I'm not wrong, those are the church's people."

Francis pushed away the woman who tried to stick to him and asked curiously.

The first thing he hated in his life was an accident on a ship, and the second thing he hated was the church.

"It's not just the church. They're too pure." Char smiled.

"Oh?"

Francis was even more curious.

He felt that Char would be in trouble for killing so many people from the church, but he was not nervous at all.

"What are you thinking? It's not that easy to kill a Valkyrie..."

Char stood on a high wall at the edge of the shantytown, holding a compass in her hand.

A few seconds later, as if to confirm his words, a golden light shot up into the sky. The power of the Gods contained in it made Francis look at it.

"Damn it, she seems to have become stronger."

Char was speechless.

Ortlinde was not easy to kill. He just wanted to trap her for a while. However, it seemed like even a few seconds was a problem.

She was not the only one who was fine. Most of the underground clerics were probably fine as well.

Furthermore, the other party was like an unkillable cockroach that had become even stronger.

Level up!

"Take your ship and leave, Francis. I'll see you later."

Char jumped down from the wall and waved without looking back.

Francis only had time to raise his hand before he disappeared into the rows of buildings.

"Aren't you going to stop him?"

The Duchess asked.

She wrapped herself around him like a snake again.

"Hey, don't come so close to me. It's hot."

Francis pushed her away helplessly. He preferred the cold deck and mast, like a storm in the night. He hated this kind of heat that made one's heart flutter. It was less warm than the sun after the rain, but more tempting.

"He's an interesting person. I seem to know him, but I don't seem to know him. We might become very good friends. I don't need to use excessive means on him," Francis said, his eyes misty.

"You do know him."

"Eh?"

"How do you know?" Francis asked.

The Duchess' big eyes were filled with complicated emotions, which were quickly replaced by a smile.

She shook her head, letting her waterfall-like black hair hang down. Her hair accessory swayed in her hand like a small fan, and then she covered her face and chuckled.

"I can't tell you. But please remember, from now on, we are free."

Francis was stunned by this.

The woman left a lipstick stain on his face as if she had succeeded, and then hugged him in satisfaction.

Char rushed back to the former Reeves Workshop. In the workshop, Rylai and Apple Pie had both gone offline. Evelyn was sitting inside waiting for him.

Char extended her hand to her.

"We should leave."

"Leave? To where?"

"I'm on the run," Char shrugged. "By the way, do you still remember what I said?"

"You've said many things,"

"It's so boring. I've said it before, I like the Evie who's basking in the morning light and running in the forest more."

The Dark Elf would not have been angered by those words, nor would they have been seduced.

She only lowered her head and laughed, as if she was laughing at Char's overestimation of her ability.

However, there was also a trace of anticipation and gratitude.

The Dark Elves and the Elves on the surface were the same-the same blood flowed in their bodies. All of the talents of the Light Elves corresponded to the Dark Elves. The reason why they were exiled was because they lost in a power struggle, and gradually became a symbol of corruption.

All Elves loved nature, the first light of dawn, the golden sunlight that cut through the treetops, and the furry little animals in the green forest.

However, they were not qualified to hug.

"That's why I said. Come."

Char stepped forward and held Evelyn's hand.

"I don't have the right to refuse, do I?"

"You can reject me, but I won't agree."

Char smiled.

As soon as the two of them left, Ortlinde and her men chased after them.

Outside the city.

The level 50 Light Elf Officer, Orivande Dawn, put away his excitement and prepared to command his team.

'You might not believe it, but a few seconds ago, he saw a steel behemoth leaving in the distance with a long tail of smoke and dust, and the roar of the engine was like thunder.'

It was very strange.

He boasted that he had seen the world and seen all kinds of situations, but he had never seen such an impressive machine.

The army was about to set off when two figures quickly approached.

Orivande gripped his sword.

"Who do you think you are?"

The officer raised his good-looking eyebrows. He thought that these two people were here to cause trouble.

"What's the matter, nephew? Why aren't you leaving?"

Felix poked his head out of the carriage and asked.

Orivande pointed into the distance. The fat merchant with a bloody nose and a swollen face looked up. He immediately shivered and jumped out of the carriage.

The officer looked at him curiously. This was the first time that his fearless uncle had been so terrified.

Even if he was caught red-handed, he still held his head high like a winner.

"Felix, we meet again," Char said without any expression.

In the other party's eyes, he was still a cold Swordsman.

Felix was not terrified of him.

He was afraid of the oath he had taken.

As a well-informed merchant, he had heard of the incident. A lady from the Holy City of Memphis with a rather impressive status was looking for Char.

Seeking revenge!

He finally understood what kind of trouble he had gotten himself into.

However, he did not think that Char's actions were part of the plan.

Could he have predicted that he would be hunted down, and then ask for two spots to escape? How was that possible?

Felix felt that he was just unlucky, just like what had happened to him recently. He had been found out having an affair with Mrs. Lorent, and then he had been kicked out of the auction house. He had not even completed the task given to him by the morning light Chamber of Commerce.

Yes, just unlucky.

Felix's face immediately filled with smiles.

His respect for Char came from the bottom of his heart, just like how she had easily taken care of that Gryphon.

"Char, it's great that you still remember our promise."

He coughed in a dignified manner and gestured to Orivande. "My dear nephew, prepare two horses and let them join the team."

Orivande was suspicious of the cloaked Evelyn, but since his uncle said so, he had no choice but to agree.

"I also want two sets of full body armor. I'll return it to you after Silver Horn Bay," Char said.

The officer did as he was told.

His eyes were fixed on Evelyn the whole time. He felt that something was wrong, but he could not put his finger on it.

The team finally set off, but this time, another group of people caught up with them after taking just two steps.

Orivande narrowed his eyes at the sight of the church's iconic flag.

'Is there ever an end to this?'

"You, stop! We need to inspect you!"

Orivande's calm expression was suddenly filled with anger. The level 50 officer jumped down from his horse and raised his red sword high, swinging it at the approaching minions.

A blazing eagle with burning wings flew out of the sword and hit the ground hard.

In an instant, sand and stones flew, and smoke filled the air. A burning ditch lay in front of the church's pursuers, blocking their way.

Orivande stood behind the line of fire with his sword. His body was distorted by the flames, but his voice was as sharp as a sword.

"Take back what you just said. Otherwise, I'll take it as a provocation!"

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