Looking at Zuo Si who was less than three meters away from him, Jarlaxle wanted more than once to swing the +2 enchanted light sword in his hand and stab it directly into the opponent's eye socket, or activate the fireball necklace on his neck and directly blow him into pieces.
Because this distance is the most suitable radius for him to launch attacks and surprise attacks.
If it were any other time, this mercenary leader who was confident in his martial arts would have taken action long ago.
But now, he dared not take any action.
The reason is simple! Drizzt Do'Urden is standing next to Zuo Si.
Jarlaxle knew that if he took half a step, the ranger would instantly draw his two swords and stop him.
With their superb fighting skills and strength, it was impossible to tell the winner for the time being.
What's more, Jarlaxle also noticed that Zuo Si was wearing an outrageous number of rings on his fingers. Almost none of his ten fingers were empty, which was an order of magnitude more than his own.
However, among the rings he wore, only two had magical powers, one was the Ring of Protection, and the other was the Ring of Resistance. The rest were all decorations used to confuse people.
In fact, the reason why Jarlaxle dressed so ostenatiously was to prevent anyone from knowing how many magical items he was equipped with and what their functions were.
This can give you some extra advantages in combat.
Put yourself in their shoes!
Jarlaxle felt that Zuo Si wore so many rings for the same purpose as himself, and there must be at least two magic rings of unknown function hidden among them, so it would be best not to act rashly before figuring out the situation.
He didn't want to gamble on whether the magic equipment he was wearing and the dark elves' innate magic resistance could withstand those powerful spells.
It has to be said that as a mercenary leader who has been involved in the treacherous society of the Dark Elves for many years, Jarlaxle is undoubtedly a very cautious person.
Especially after witnessing with his own eyes how Zuo Si effortlessly blew up a high-level monk into a large meat balloon and made it float up without using any spells or casting actions, the vigilant and suspicious part of his character instantly reached its peak.
It was this vigilance and suspicion that saved Jarlaxle's life.
If he chose to take action, he would soon discover that every ring worn by Zuo Si was a genuine magic item, and they were all truly high-level magic items.
Several of the magic storage rings were filled with incredibly powerful arcane and divine spells.
All it takes is a simple trigger, and they can be released one after another, dealing a torrential blow to the enemy.
Even the dark elves, who have strong magic resistance, would probably be blasted into pieces before they could even stand one round.
The two just stared at each other in silence.
After two or three minutes, Zuo Si finally broke the silence with a smile: "Haha, it seems that you clearly understand what I mean, which is good.
Because in this world, many wars, killings and deaths are caused by misunderstandings in communication, which eventually turn into bloody violent conflicts.
So I always think it's very important to make sure both sides understand what each other wants to say."
"Who told you I was here?" Jarlaxle narrowed his eyes and asked cautiously.
Needless to say, he now suspected that someone within the Dayet Independent Mercenary Group had betrayed him.
After all, this isn't the first time this has happened.
"I'm sorry, if you want to know if there's a traitor among my men, I'm afraid I can't give you an accurate answer. Because the person who gave me the address is very special, and I'm not sure where she got the information and news from." Zuo Si spread his hands helplessly.
"She? A woman?"
Jarlaxle keenly grasped the key words.
You should know that there are no female members in the Dayet Independent Mercenary Group, they are all men.
In addition, the dark elves are a typical matriarchal society, so when talking about women, the first reaction is often not that they are beautiful, weak, and in need of male protection, but that they are more powerful, vicious, and dangerous.
"Don't guess. I told you that her identity is very special. And even if you knew it, what could happen? With the power she has now, it would be easy for her to kill you." Zuo Si exposed the mercenary leader's little thoughts with great contempt.
Because he knew that the full name of the guy in front of him should be Jarlaxle Baenre.
Yes!
You read that right!
The leader of the Dayet Independent Mercenary Group is actually the third son of House Banre.
According to the tradition of the dark elves, the third child in the family must be sacrificed to Rose after birth to please this chaotic and evil goddess and bless the family to continue to prosper.
But due to some reasons, the sacrifice was not successful, and he luckily escaped.
In this regard, Jarlaxle actually has almost the same childhood experience as Drizzt.
So according to blood relationship, Jarlaxle should be the younger brother of the chief wizard Gongfu, and also one of the children born to the old mistress.
Given Ivone Baenre's current amazing strength in both Sinnoh and God, beating him would truly be like a mother beating her son.
Jarlaxle stared into Zuo Si's eyes, trying to judge how credible this statement was.
After about ten seconds, he tried again, "What about you? You came all the way here and killed so many of my men. It couldn't be that simple just to give me a warning or a lesson, right?"
Zuo Si answered nonchalantly: "Originally, I planned to kill all your men, strip you of all your weapons and magic equipment, and then throw you into the dark area where monsters are rampant to fend for yourself..."
Hearing these words, beads of sweat instantly appeared on Jarlaxle's forehead.
He has always been good at observing people's words and expressions, and he can tell from the other person's eyes that this person is not bluffing or threatening him, but has really considered this.
Although Jarlaxle is confident enough that he can kill most enemies and monsters even alone.
But that is based on having weapons in hand, protective gear and magical equipment on the body.
In Faerun, the strength of a warrior is determined not only by his professional level and close combat skills, but also by his weapons and equipment, without a doubt.
If a low-level warrior has enough high-level magic equipment, even if the high-level warrior has powerful swordsmanship and fighting skills, he will not be able to break the opponent's defense with just an ordinary iron sword.
So if he was stripped of his weapons and equipment, Jarlaxle couldn't even guarantee that he could survive for more than an hour in the dangerous Underdark.
There is no other way! After all, the warriors of Faerun rely so much on their equipment.
Back then, Drizzt's father, Zaknafein, had his weapons taken away while he was sleeping, so he had no choice but to surrender and was brutally sacrificed to the spider goddess Rose.
"What about now? Have you changed your mind now?" Jarlaxle raised his head and asked.
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes, I have changed my mind. As long as you tell me the whereabouts of the Broken Crystal - Crenshinibon, I will let you and your men go. Of course, the premise is that you all have to get out of Menzoberranzan immediately and don't let me see you again."
"Broken Demon Crystal?!"
Drizzt's expression suddenly changed.
He would never forget what a terrible thing that evil artifact had done in Icewind Dale, and it almost destroyed and enslaved the Ten Towns permanently.
And just when he and his friends were trying every means to destroy it, it was the mercenary leader in front of him who used conspiracy and trickery to steal this evil artifact.
"The Broken Crystal - Crenshinibon?" Jarlaxle was stunned for a moment, then he quickly revealed a very strange smile. "I'm sorry, the thing you are talking about has been destroyed by the hot breath of the red dragon Hephaestus."
"What? The Broken Demon Crystal is destroyed!"
Drizzt opened his mouth in surprise.
He couldn't believe that with the other party's cunning and greedy character, he would take the initiative to destroy that powerful artifact.
Jarlaxle nodded meaningfully. "Yes! Although it was not my intention, the Shard was indeed destroyed. Otherwise, I would have taken it out to deal with this unfavorable situation."
"Are you sure Crenshinibon is really destroyed?" Zuo Si suddenly interrupted.
"Of course! I saw with my own eyes that thing emitted a dazzling light under the burning of dragon flames, and then it completely disappeared." Jarlaxle gave an affirmative answer in a very firm tone.
But Zuo Si couldn't help laughing when he heard this answer, and said as he laughed: "It seems that you don't know what the Broken Demon Crystal is.
But this is not surprising, after all, you are just a warrior and cannot tell the difference between high-level magic items and artifacts.
Did you know that there are only three ways to destroy the Demonic Shard in this world?
The first is a powerful divine force from lawful good; the second is to find seven good high-level liches or celestial creatures with equivalent magical powers, and reverse the spell according to the original ritual of creating Crenshinibon. The price is that the seven people participating in the ritual will be instantly destroyed along with their bodies and souls; the third is to be wrapped in the dark cloak of Shar, the goddess of the night, or directly thrown into the sun.
Of course, a big rip could potentially destroy it, but the probability of success is negligible.
Apart from this, neither dragon breath nor any other high-level magic or legendary magic can truly destroy the Broken Demon Crystal.
If I'm not mistaken, what you saw was simply the energy leaking out of Crenshinibon after it was severely damaged.
It was not destroyed, but was severely damaged and fell silent."
There is no doubt that Zuo Si is quite interested in the Broken Demon Crystal - Crenshinibon.
Because this thing can draw power from sunlight and convert it into universal magical energy for storage. It is simply a perfect and inexhaustible source of energy.
According to the principle that one unit of energy can be stored after one hour of exposure to the sun, the Broken Demon Crystal can store a maximum of one hundred and forty-four units of energy.
Moreover, this energy can also be used to simulate the creation of spell effects. The first ring of magic only consumes one unit of energy level, the second ring consumes two, and the third ring consumes three...
By analogy, the nine rings only consume nine units of energy.
In other words, anyone holding the Broken Demon Crystal can, in theory, cast up to sixteen additional ninth-level spells!
You should know that even in a duel between high-level wizards, it is rare for more than two nine-ring magics to be cast.
This shows how powerful Crenshinibon can bring to its holder.
Even a good-for-nothing trash can easily use this artifact to gain spellcasting abilities comparable to those of high-level wizards, dragons, demons, and devils.
Moreover, the magic crystal tower created by this thing is equivalent to a multifunctional wizard tower.
Any spell or other attack released towards the Magic Crystal Tower will be immediately reflected back to the caster or attacker himself.
It is even possible to teleport accurately and without error between magic crystal towers, and even a large army can be teleported without any problem.
It can be said that even among the many powerful artifacts in Faerun, Crenshinibon can definitely be ranked in the top fifteen.
Of course, the Broken Demon Crystal is not without its shortcomings.
Its biggest weakness is that it has the ability to think independently, and will try to influence and control the holder through suggestion, especially those with weak will.
"You mean... the Broken Crystal deceived me?" Jarlaxle's face suddenly turned a little ugly.
"It's not necessarily true, but the dragon flame alone cannot destroy the Broken Crystal, at least not as far as I know. Now, tell me where the lair of the red dragon named Hephaestus is, and you can leave with the rest of your men."
Zuo Si stated his conditions directly.
Obviously, he had no intention of killing the mercenary leader from the beginning. He just wanted to teach this guy a lesson and get some useful information from him.
Especially the information about the Broken Demon Crystal.
He vaguely remembered that after the red dragon Hephaestus spewed out the broken magic crystal with dragon flames, his two eyes were completely blinded, and due to some coincidence, his consciousness merged with that of this evil artifact.
In other words, the red dragon Hephaestus is now equivalent to Crenshinibon.
Just as Jarlaxle was hesitating whether to accept this condition, the dark elf wizard hiding in the corner suddenly moved.
He used his super magic skill - casting spells silently, and while no one's attention was focused on him, he quickly completed a fourth-ring magic [Roar].
But just as he raised his hand to release a cone-shaped, piercing sound wave, he suddenly discovered that most of the energy supporting the spell had inexplicably disappeared, and even the stable structure of the spell could not be supported.
When it was released, the power of the original four-ring magic became the same as that of a zero-ring trick, and it only emitted a roaring sound similar to a roar.
boom!!!!!!!!
moment!
The furnishings and decorations in the entire room were blown into a mess, and even the bottles and jars cracked and even exploded under the influence of the sound waves.
But unfortunately, Zuo Si, who was sitting on the chair, was not affected at all, and he didn't even have a nosebleed.
Because in Faerun, sonic spells belong to the category of energy, not purely physical phenomena on Earth.
Therefore, all of them were absorbed by the [Protection against Energy Damage] in the Voter's ability.
"This...how is this possible!?"
The dark elf wizard first stared at the scene in the room in amazement, then lowered his head to look at his own hands, totally unable to believe that his magic had failed.
"Your men made the wrong choice. Now it's your turn to take a stand."
Zuo Si ignored the dark elf wizard who wanted to attack him, but turned his eyes to Jarlaxle.
To be precise, with the distance between the two of them being less than ten meters, no matter what kind of spell the other party wanted to cast, it would be instantly destroyed and absorbed by the special abilities of the creator profession, and would not pose any substantial threat at all.
"How do I know you will keep your promise?" Jarlaxle raised his head with a wary gleam in his eyes.
"Do you think you have a choice now?"
Zuo Si stretched out a finger and poked the mixed-race monk who was blown up like a balloon and floating above his head. The implication was self-evident.
Jarlaxle glanced at the crossbowmen lying in ambush outside, then looked at his few remaining men, and finally sighed helplessly. He walked to the table beside him, picked up a pen and paper, wrote an address on it in the common language of the surface, and then turned back and asked directly: "The address is written, can I take my people and leave now?"
"Of course, please."
Zuo Si raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Pah! With a crisp sound, the monk who was floating above his head like a balloon in the last second, returned to his original muscular state in the next second as if the air had been deflated, and his feet landed steadily on the ground.
"Let's go!"
Jarlaxle obviously realized that the situation in Menzoberranzan was completely different from when he left, so he didn't hesitate at all and wanted to leave this troubled place as soon as possible.
However, just when he took two steps, he suddenly stopped without warning, abruptly raised the light sword in his hand, and with a fast, precise and deadly fighting skill, drew a bloody line on the neck of the dark elf wizard.
The latter didn't even realize what was happening before his head was separated from his neck.
puff!!!!!!
A stream of blood instantly spurted out more than two meters high, and then the headless corpse fell to the ground with a thud.
As for the head that rolled down first, its eyes were wide open, as if questioning why he was being killed.
Unfortunately, Jarlaxle had no habit of talking to the dead, so he ignored him and ran towards the gate of Menzoberranzan with his few remaining men.
It was not until the figure of this guy completely disappeared in the darkness that Drizzt let down his guard. He frowned and asked, "Why did Jarlaxle kill his own men?"
"It's very simple! He doesn't want this person to fall into my hands and reveal too much information about the Dayet Independent Mercenary Group." Zuo Si answered casually.
"But didn't you promise him that as long as he wrote down the address..."
This dark elf wizard clearly violated this rule.
Jarlaxle knew very well that he could not take the wizard away, so he decisively chose to end his life with his own hands.
Besides, you probably don't know this yet?
In fact, Jarlaxle had lost control of the Dayet Independent Mercenaries several years ago.
At present, the Dayet Independent Mercenary Group is actually split into several parts.
The original core members launched a rebellion when he was obsessed with the Broken Demon Crystal, and the current leader of this force is Jin Murray.
If I'm not mistaken, Jarlaxle's return to Menzoberranzan this time should be to use this city as a base to re-establish a new mercenary group that is loyal only to himself."
"Damn it! How come you seem to know everything? Are you a prophet?" There was a hint of fear in Trist's eyes.
"Prophet? Hahahaha! If I really had the ability to predict the future, I would have set off for the Fungal Forest by now. Why would I waste time collecting intelligence in Menzoberranzan?" Zuo Si laughed and shook his head.
"Then where did you get this secret information?" Trist continued to ask without giving up.
Zuo Si responded half-truthfully, "Because I have my own intelligence organization, and I have certain cooperative relationships with governments and institutions such as the Shadow Thieves, the Guild of Masked Mages, the Zhentarim, and the Council of Six of Amn. So as long as I am willing to pay a certain price, it is easy for me to find out some information that I am interested in."
"I see!"
Trist immediately realized that the young man in front of him was not a lone ranger like himself.
Instead, he is a chosen one of the gods with enormous power behind him. He even controls numerous port cities and countless ocean trade routes on the west coast and can gather thousands of troops at a single command.
Even the Mithril Hall of his dwarf friend Bruno had to rely on trade with the other side to obtain sufficient food and various daily necessities.
Especially after the transformation and rise of Luskan, the City of a Thousand Sails, it brought unprecedented development and trade prosperity to the entire North.
Even the impoverished Ten Towns in Icewind Dale have taken advantage of this opportunity. Ordinary people are becoming richer and richer, and at least they don't have to worry about not having enough food in the winter like before.
The longer Tristram spent with Zuo Si, the more he understood what was said by Alustriel, the ruler of Silvermoon City.
The prosperity, strength and wealth of a city or even a country have nothing to do with whether its rulers are in the good or evil camp. It only depends on whether they have sufficient ability and willingness.
Even an evil tyrant can allow his people to live a relatively prosperous life as long as he has enough ability and willingness.
Obviously, this point could not be more appropriate for Zuo Si.
Apart from anything else, the large-scale resurrection of the dead and the use of the undead as laborers is absolutely evil in the standards of measuring good and evil in the continent of Faerun, and it is the kind of extreme evil that cannot be washed away even by jumping into the sea.
In addition, raising, breeding and renting out large numbers of domesticated goblin slaves is also an outright evil act.
Not to mention Zuo Si's forced immigration and purges in Luskan, which did not conform to the values of the good camp at all.
But it is precisely because of the exploitation of these undead laborers and goblin slaves that the living standards of the lower-class people in the area ruled by Zuo Si are several times better than those in other areas of the West Coast.
And they are rarely threatened by monsters such as orcs, orcs, gnolls, goblins, and trolls.
Because the Mage Tower would regularly hire adventurers to conduct reconnaissance, once they discovered a large-scale monster tribe, they would immediately capture it and then bring it back as guinea pigs for all kinds of horrific and cruel experiments.
For example, there are several mages in the Mage Tower in Luskan who are trying to use the blood of magical creatures to create a special subspecies similar to the "Frostblood Orcs".
The only difference is that the race changed from chaotic evil orcs to evil lawful hobgoblins.
Once this research is successful, Luskan will have an extremely powerful army.
"If you don't mind, can you tell me what you plan to do with the Broken Crystal after you find it?"
After a long silence, Trist finally raised the question that concerned him most.
As one of the heroes who saved the Ten-Towns, he knew better than anyone the terrible devastation that Crenshinibon could wreak.
Even when ownerless, this evil artifact can easily summon countless monsters and evil humans to take it away.
"Why, are you worried that I will be affected by the consciousness of the Broken Demon Crystal?" Zuo Si raised his eyebrows and asked back.
Drizzt shook his head slightly. "I'm not too worried about that. Crenshinibon may be able to influence others, but it definitely can't influence you. After all, you are the Chosen One, and the Chosen One of two goddesses. What's more, your will is the strongest and most resolute of anyone I have ever seen in my life."
"Then what are you worried about? Do you think that after I get the Broken Demon Crystal, I will start a war or develop the ambition to conquer the world?" Zuo Si asked again with a smile.
"Well, it seems I was worrying too much. If you want to start a war to conquer more lands and cities, you don't need Crenshinibon's help at all."
After Tristram lowered his head and pondered for a moment, he couldn't help but laugh at himself.
yes!
With the power that Zuo Si currently controls, especially the huge fleet that almost controls the entire west coast, he can launch a large-scale war at any time if he wants, occupy all the port cities one by one, and then establish a huge empire.
Compared to the power that the Broken Demon Crystal grants to its holder, he himself is obviously a greater threat.
What's more, the deterrent power brought by the title of "Son of Plague" is far more terrifying than Crenshinibon.
While the two were talking, Zuo Si walked straight to the table, glanced at the address written by Jarlaxle, and then lit it on fire.
Considering that the Broken Demon Crystal was currently in the recovery period after being severely damaged, he had no intention of setting out to look for it immediately, but planned to wait until he had dealt with the most important thing before doing so.
…
At the same time, in a cave not far from the city of Menzoberranzan, Jarlaxle was sitting with his few remaining men to discuss countermeasures.
Having just suffered a big loss, everyone present looked a little dejected.
They originally thought that by following Jarlaxle, they would be able to easily gather the forces of the Dayet Independent Mercenary Group that were left in the city, and then take advantage of the current chaotic situation to make a fortune, just like they did back then.
But who would have thought that the plan would be hit hard just as it began.
"What should we do now?" a dark elf warrior raised his head and asked.
"What else can we do? Of course we have to find out who this guy called Soth is first! Before we find out his true identity, we can't have any direct conflict with him."
Jarlaxle stated his plan in a very calm tone.
You have to know that his intelligence attribute is as high as 18 points (another guy with superb mage talent who embarked on the wrong path of a warrior). As long as he is not blinded by anger, hatred and greed, he can always make the most correct decision.
"But where should we investigate?" The dark elf warrior frowned subconsciously.
Jarlaxle answered without hesitation: "It's very simple! Since we haven't found any information from the bases we set up in the dark elf cities in the Underdark, let's try our luck in the surface world. By the way, has the wizard who went to pick up Entreri not returned yet?"
"No. It's been several hours. I suspect he might have run into some trouble." Another dark elf warrior showed a worried expression.
"In that case, let's go and take a look."
After saying that, Jarlaxle immediately stood up and rode on the underground lizard, heading towards the landmark world along the intricate tunnels.
As the favorite mount of the dark elves, the underground lizards' huge toes allow them to run without making any sound and at an extremely fast speed.
In the blink of an eye, the team disappeared from the patrol's sight.
There is no doubt that the conflict between Zuo Si and Jarlaxle could not be concealed from the real ruler of Menzoberranzan.
Soon, many family matriarchs received detailed reports.
Madam Trill of the Banrui family asked with a serious expression: "What is the reason behind this matter?"
"As far as I know, the owner of that tavern is from the Dayet Independent Mercenary Group."
A man wearing a noble insignia quickly told the information he knew.
"What about Jarlaxle? When did he come back?" Madam Tear continued to ask.
"I'm sorry, I really don't know about this, and the city gate can't give us any exact information. But I know that the people from the Dayet Independent Mercenary Group have always had dealings with Gongfu. Maybe you can ask our chief wizard." The noble man suggested cautiously.
"Okay, I understand."
Madam Trill waved her hand impatiently.
The noble man obviously did not dare to disobey the will of the mistress, so he could only bend down and bow, then quietly disappeared at the end of the corridor outside the room.
As soon as he left, a high-ranking priestess stepped forward and said, "Madam, you can't hesitate any longer. We must take some tough measures against that outsider and force him to make a choice. You know, the second and third families are already showing signs of wanting to unite. If they get a strong fighter, the situation will be very unfavorable to our first family."
"If you use force to force that outsider into the enemy camp, can you bear the responsibility?" Another high-ranking priestess also jumped out and questioned loudly.
It was obvious that although Trill had been the matron of the Baenre family for many years, her prestige was far inferior to that of the old matron.
Almost every time when they have to make a decision, these sisters will argue endlessly, and none of them is easy to deal with.
Although for dark elf noble families, the more offspring they have, the stronger they are.
But there is a big prerequisite, that is, the current mistress must be able to control the situation.
Generally speaking, daughters tend to be in awe of their mothers and are relatively easy to manage.
But the younger sister obviously doesn't have that much respect for her older sister.
At present, Madam Trill is facing a group of ambitious sisters born by her mother.
Seeing more and more people joining the quarrel, she finally couldn't stand it anymore and yelled, "Enough! Shut up! Get out!"
moment!
The auditorium, which was noisy the previous second, became unusually quiet the next second, and all the priestesses shut their mouths and stood up to leave.
After all, the mistress is the head of the family.
Their powers are granted by the spider goddess Lolth.
Unless someone can kill the mistress and take her place, what the mistress says is an iron rule that cannot be questioned and must be implemented without compromise.
After all the priestesses disappeared, Trill stood up from the chair exhausted, looked down at the scenery outside the window and began to think about what to do.
At this moment, she suddenly heard a slightly childish voice coming from behind her.
"My foolish daughter, are you still worried about the current situation of the Banry family?"
Out of a subconscious reaction, Trill turned around immediately, and saw Ivone standing less than half a meter away from him. His whole body was soaked with sweat in less than two or three seconds.
Because she didn't even notice when this girl, who claimed to be her mother but was actually her brother's daughter, approached.
You have to know that at this distance, an experienced assassin can already stab a sharp dagger into the heart from behind.
"This is not the place for you!" Trill scolded with a face pretending to be calm.
“Why, are you still afraid that I will take away your position as mistress?
Don't worry, I have been in that position for countless centuries and have long lost interest in this boring game of power.
Remember, for a dark elf noble family, the most important thing is always the favor from Queen Lolth.
As long as the Banrui family has not fallen out of favor, there is no need to panic and worry about enemies behind them.
What's more, instead of thinking about how to deal with the second and third families joining forces, you might as well do more things to please the goddess."
Ivone taught his eldest daughter a lesson in a condescending manner.
Although her personality, way of thinking, and interests and hobbies have changed greatly after her reincarnation, she still regards herself as a member of the Banrui family.
"How do you think we can please the goddess?" Trill raised his head and asked after a moment of silence.
Although she did not believe that the dark elf girl in front of her was really her dead mother, she could feel the tremendous grace bestowed by Rose on her.
Most importantly, the two had a brief confrontation when they first met.
As a result, the powerful force displayed by Ivone directly pinned the current mistress of the Banrui family to the ground.
You should know that it takes at least several decades of study in the Spider Academy to train a high-level priestess.
But what about the dark elf girl in front of me?
He has never received even a day of orthodox priest education, but he can perform magic arts up to the ninth level with ease.
Regardless of whether she was the reincarnation of the old mistress, Trill did not dare to act rashly.
Because this exaggerated priest level to some extent illustrates the extent of Queen Rose's favor towards him.
And there is an iron rule in the dark elf society, that is, never, never, ever offend the goddess in any form.
Otherwise, the family may be destroyed at any time.
"I'm sorry, I can't tell you about this. After all, you are the matriarch of the Banrui family, and I am just an insignificant little girl. But there is indeed an opportunity in front of you, it depends on whether you can seize it."
After saying this meaningful sentence, Ivone immediately turned around and left, leaving Madam Tril standing there in a daze.
She didn't know how long it had been, but when she came to her senses, she suddenly saw a priestess of the family rushing in from outside with an angry expression on her face.
"Madam! You can't continue to pamper Lirael! Not long ago, this damned little bastard dared to steal something from the library of the Spider Academy!"
"Oh? What did she steal?" asked Madam Trill, frowning.
"A book! A very, very old book! I don't know exactly what it is about, but I can be sure that the book is very valuable and apprentices are not allowed to borrow it on weekdays."
The priestess was obviously extremely angry. She tightly grasped the vicious snake-head whip in her hand, and couldn't wait to whip something to vent her anger.
"What's the purpose? Why did Lirael steal the book?" Madam Treil continued to ask with a puzzled look on her face.
In her impression, Lirael had never had any interest in religious knowledge.
Not to mention stealing a religious book, even if it was placed in front of this girl who was spoiled by her father, she might not even look at it.
"It should be related to that outsider! Recently, Lirael has been going there whenever she has something to do, and she stays there for the whole day, and sometimes she even stays out all night." The priestess gave a straightforward answer.
"In other words, this religious book is what the stranger needs?" Madam Trey stroked her chin and fell into deep thought.
The priestess nodded quickly. "That's right! In the past two days, Lirael has been frantically searching and collecting information related to the Fungus Forest. I think that foreigner must be planning to go to the Fungus Forest to look for some treasure or something."
"Interesting! Could this be what they call an opportunity?"
Trill, who was able to sit in the position of the mistress of the Banrui family, was obviously not a fool. She immediately realized the hint given by Ivone.
Without any hesitation!
She immediately used this excuse to personally lead people to the place where Zuo Si and others lived to "confront them with charges" and, by the way, to find out what this outsider was looking for.
(End of this chapter)
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