�I should have told you, but it�s not a barbershop.�

Malta grabbed Marsha by the wrist holding the dagger and pressed Marsha by the nape of her neck with the other hand and pushed her toward the wall.

Sparks flew in Marsha�s eyes, who shot the back of her head.

Then, as I plunged my slender wrist into the wall, the dagger escaped from my hand and disappeared before it even touched the ground.

�I knew you were an outsider.�Also, being obsessed with that means that you are from a street where you have not even learned the 36 types of prescribed magic.�What if I get stabbed with that dagger?�

�okay.�I�ll tell you.�So release me.�

�You don�t even need to know.�Either way, it will be fatal.�I�ll cast a sleep spell, so be gentle.�It will be good for you too.�

Marsha gritted her teeth and scratched the tattoo on her right palm with her finger.

Another dagger materialized.

�Isn�t talking a lot a sign that you�re nervous?�

The moment Malta�s eyebrows twitched, she kicked him in the groin and slammed the dagger into the scruff of her neck with all her might.

�Aaaagh!�

Surprised, Malta grabbed Marsha by the scruff of her neck and threw her to the other side, and she hurriedly left the room, gasping for breath.

�damn!�Bitten by a rat!�

Malta�s eyes, which were confirmed from the wound, shook in shock.

�What, what?�

Black gas was constantly spewing out of the black scabbard on his neck.

�It�s not a physical ability.�

The dagger was gone and the blood stopped flowing, but the feeling that something kept slipping out of his body was really unpleasant.

The dagger of the rule of eating out.

It is a mental model of the knife that Marsha used to kill her adoptive father. The core concept is to recognize the human body as a gas cylinder of desire, then sheath it and pull it out.

The amount of desire leaking out of one scabbard was 1% per minute, and it was a powerful ability that arithmetically lasted 100 minutes, causing any target to fall into a state of exhaustion.

�Dangerous.�To cancel the eating out rule, I have to find it first.�

Malta noticed that the smoke from his throat was escaping from the room and was bending somewhere.

It was a rule of thumb that even a superior opponent could be exhausted if stabbed even once, but the gas of desire was always directed at Marsha, so there was no choice but to expose her position.

�The cost of eating out of the rules.�If this is the concept, would the law of destruction be limited to finding and killing?�

Malta�s mouth was torn viciously.

If he refrained from attacking magic to establish physical relations, he would be defeated, but from now on, there was no reason to hesitate.

�wait.�I�ll kill you in one second!�

After leaving the room, Malta turned his head in the direction of the smoke. JrNovels.com