Arrow and Flower

The priest who had taken the food looked up. Coldness flashed past his eyes. The one behind him unsheathed the sword soundlessly and stared silently at the door. He could stab the server's skull in an instant. The atmosphere was chilling.

"Anything else?" The priest looked at the server coldly.

He gulped and sweated profusely. Sticking his neck back subconsciously, his forced smile stiffened. He awkwardly pulled out a colorful card. "Sir, would you like some service?" Hands shaking, he offered the card drawn with a scantily clad girl. "Hot Burgundian girl for only six-no, forty pounds…" As he spoke, his words became smoother. Finally, he put on a knowing and lustful smile, oblivious to the fact that he was at the brink of death. "If you have any needs, we have younger ones too!"