Her slender, pointed ears twitched, as if she had heard her husband's words, and a faint smile appeared on Mirabella's sleeping face.
...
"call out!"
A sword pierced through the void, and a giant tree was instantly struck, its magical energy erupting and exploding on the spot!
Autumn maple leaves flutter and dance. With a strong gust of wind, the leaves fly high into the sky, as graceful and charming as butterflies.
The girl who had sheathed her knight's sword stood amidst the fluttering autumn maple leaves. Her ponytail had come undone, and her shoulder-length hair cascaded down her back. She possessed an elegant and captivating face, a slender and exquisite figure, and wore delicate light armor and small, comfortable leather boots.
The girl is actually ten years old, but she has an exceptionally strong learning ability and possesses a wealth of knowledge that rivals that of adults.
And, the martial prowess to pierce a tree with a single sword strike.
"Minnie, come here for a second and help Mom pick some flowers."
"Um."
A beautiful, elfin woman sat on a swing, pursing her lips, lifting her skirt to reveal a section of her exquisite, snow-white legs, as she and the girl picked flowers in the Purple Ivy Garden.
The Violet Garden was a wedding anniversary gift from Francis to his wife. It cultivated the evolved form of violet, the Purple Orchid, which could be used as raw material to produce expensive and exquisite perfumes that had a very good tempering effect on the spirit.
Just then, a bolt of lightning struck, and the Tulip Clan Chief, dressed casually at home, witnessed the mother and daughter picking flowers and couldn't help but smile with delight.
He called to the mother and daughter, and in the Violet Garden, he spread out a tablecloth, laid out exquisite food, and added three bottles of freshly squeezed juice that elves love to drink.
The family of three lived in perfect harmony.
"Smack!"
The gift was opened, revealing a glass dagger, shimmering with dazzling light, its exquisite decorations making it resemble a work of art.
This was a birthday gift for Minnie's eleventh birthday. Seeing his daughter's gloomy face, and the fact that she didn't seem to like such a fancy gift, Francis was a little disappointed.
A slender, fair hand landed on the back of her hand. On the swing entwined with flower vines, Mirabella leaned against her husband's chest, her pretty face resting on his shoulder. The couple watched their daughter diligently practicing her swordsmanship, hoping to advance to the next level as soon as possible.
This was perhaps Francis's happiest time.
...
"Mirabella, why did you abandon me and Minise? Why were you so cruel to me!"
In the Purple Ivy Garden, inside a crystal coffin, lies an elven woman dressed in a white dress. Her stunningly beautiful face is captivating, and her exquisite features arouse the most primal desires.
Outside the coffin, Francis stared at her helplessly, his pupils bloodshot. The loss of his beloved wife and the sleepless night left him in a sorry state.
His daughter harbored hatred for him, unaware that Mirabella was suffering greatly within their seemingly happy family, a fact that only Minnie, who was always by her side, could clearly perceive.
The source of the suffering was Francis!
“If this is God’s punishment… no, I agreed to any request Bishop Nord made. This has nothing to do with God. Although he is untrustworthy, he would never violate any principles.”
His mind raced, and enveloped in lightning, he charged toward a courtyard.
"boom!"
The gate was smashed open, and a noblewoman was seen watering flowers.
"François..."
You must die!
Before the noblewoman could utter a sound of surprise, a magical barrier was erected, and then a lightning spear pierced her head, exploding with violent lightning and turning her into a cloud of blood mist!
After killing the clan chief's wife, who had been with him for several years but was in name only, Francis's eyes surged with a torrent of lightning. With a clench of his hand, a pair of antlers condensed from the void. In an instant, the brewing lightning tore through the air and completely blasted the clan chief's wife's remains apart!
The thunderous explosion ripped the ground open, revealing filthy corpses inside, and activated a magic circle in a ritual akin to sacrificing a demon god.
In the noblewoman's room, he found a scarecrow nailed to a cross, which filled Francis with rage.
The curse of black magic, grade: high-level!
"Nord!"
Francis cried out in alarm and anger, but the use of lightning power caused him severe chest pain.
The anomaly has arrived ahead of schedule!
His face was somber, and his figure, enveloped in a burst of lightning, rushed towards the cemetery.
Meanwhile, Mirabella's death rekindled his long-dormant ambition. His eyes surged with blazing white lightning, and more tentacles spread from his body in the cemetery. His sharp eagle eyes stared at the night sky, as if they could tear apart the boundary and see the gods mercilessly mocking him.
...
"Clan Chief, the Third Miss, she..."
"Yes, I know all the information. If she wants to establish the Dark Raven Guild, let her go. If she has any needs, satisfy them secretly."
Francis, who was signing the agreement, calmly said to the crocodile's astonished expression.
"But the Gubang family has gotten into a dispute with the Third Miss. Should we... also side with her?"
"The Gubang family dares to provoke my daughter, Free Lightning?!"
Francis, slightly angered, downed a bottle of opened liquor, his face flushed and showing signs of intoxication: "Aren't we in the middle of a trade war with them? Giving her the meager profits we can get our hands on? Don't underestimate my daughter, you bastard!"
"Yes, Chieftain."
Ba E watched with concern as Francis, like a drunkard, spouted incoherent nonsense. This behavior was frequently staged outside, which led to repeated impeachments from the elders.
Fortunately, Francis had already gained the upper hand, firmly holding the Elders' Council in the lead, and with a group of core members protecting him and swearing allegiance to the Patriarch.
After the crocodile left, Francis took another sip of strong liquor, but his eyes cleared up.
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