A quiet night breeze swept across the garden.
Inside a lavishly decorated hall, faint and strange noises drifted out.
It sounded like muffled, painful groans, yet also like low sighs of joyful pleasure. Intermixed with these bizarre sounds were somewhat sharp, slapping smacks. Outside the door stood two fully armed guards, though at the moment they clearly seemed a bit distracted, occasionally sneaking peeks into the hall. When scantily clad maids carrying trays walked out from inside, the guards would grin and reach out to grope their bottoms. The scantily clad maids were not angered by being taken advantage of; instead, they giggled foolishly at them and then hurried toward the kitchen.
The master and guests inside should be finishing up soon, so they had to prepare some snacks and food. After all, the fellows playing inside consumed quite a bit of stamina.
In the shadows not far away.
Ugly Monkey quietly watched everything before him. Beside him was another half-elf, one of whose eyebrows featured a knife scar that completely ruined the half-elf's delicate features, adding a touch of fierce menace.
"These nobles really know how to play."
Everything inside the hall could not escape their eyes. The half-elf lowered his voice and said, "One high priest, three presiding priest attendants, one high-tier knight, and the rest are all rank-and-few worthless scum."
"Should we make a move now?"
Hearing this, Ugly Monkey glanced at him and spoke in a low voice, "Wait a little longer."
"The Maiden of Pain Loviatar is merely a third-rate deity, spending her whole day playing tricks that manipulate human hearts."
"We strike after their ritual ends."
Speaking of this, Ugly Monkey could not help but curl his lip in disdain. He truly looked down on the Maiden of Pain Loviatar because he had been