Chapter 72
"Father, won't you change into women's clothes?"
Miel, with a face similar to Inai's and wearing a noble long dress similar to Amira's, spoke to Dindel in a soft female voice.
The transformation was very successful, and his appearance was impeccable. Rocas, who was standing beside him, had already lowered his head and dared not look at him, as if looking at him any longer would be an insult to him.
Dingdel's expression remained as calm as ever, and his tone was unperturbed. "No, you're the one who needs to see Talina. I'm just your entourage, and...it's nothing."
He suddenly stopped talking midway and showed no intention of continuing.
Miel was a little concerned about what he wanted to say, but seeing that he didn't want to say it, he didn't ask any further questions.
"Let's go." He said, and walked through the arched hole under the city wall, officially setting foot in the territory of Yuecheng.
Cthulhu followed his footsteps through the hole in the wall. The moment he passed through, his skirt turned from white to black, and the blue decorations turned into bright red, making his waist-length silver, slightly curly hair more conspicuous.
Under Dindel's guidance, the group entered the tower where the Lord of Moon City lived and met Talina.
The defenses of Yuecheng, from the city walls to the towers, are very weak, and there are no guards like those in Guangyao City.
Only the city lord Talina was surrounded by two spider elves - the upper body was that of a male drow, and the lower body was that of a gray-white spider.
I've heard that Lolth occasionally assigns quests to her followers to test their loyalty and strength. Those who pass the test gain her favor, while those who fail are transformed into draconic elves. It seems to be true.
Unlike her half-drow, half-spider guard, Talina was a normal female drow, sitting on the high throne with her legs crossed.
She had dark blue skin and long, moon-white hair that was as smooth as silk and draped neatly over her shoulders.
She raised her chin slightly, her dark green eyes looking down from above. "How bizarre! The High Elves of Ice from the faraway Akunela Snowfields would actually come to this pitch-black Underdark, bringing with them such a diverse group of creatures..."
Miel forced herself to ignore her discriminatory remarks, gracefully lifted the hem of her skirt, and bowed. "Queen Talina, hello. I am Mielua Kunila, daughter of the Lord of Snow City. I have no intention of being your enemy. I came here to solve the slave trade problem in Snow City's sewers. Many slaves have been transported from the areas you rule to Snow City, and many have also been transported from other places to your Moon City. I wonder how much you know about this?"
"Just for this?" Talina's face showed obvious sarcasm. "Just for such a boring thing, you personally walked through the entire Shirna Forest to come here?"
Having said this, she suddenly burst into laughter, and the sarcastic laughter tortured Miel's eardrums.
After a while, she stopped laughing and continued in a cold voice, "The law of the jungle is the norm on the Liye Continent. Slavery is the fate of the weak. There's no need to pay any attention to it. You nobles who walk in the sun have too comfortable a life to focus on such boring things."
Miel frowned slightly.
Even though he had anticipated such an answer before coming here, his emotions still fluctuated when he actually heard it - it was precisely because of the disguised connivance of you superiors that this filthy darkness was given the soil to take root.
The law of the jungle is the norm in Liye Continent, which is true, but is the norm right?
Who can guarantee that they will not be born weak, and who can guarantee that they will always be strong?
Cthulhu suddenly took a step forward, and Miel quickly reached out to stop him.
Being angry is one thing, but making enemies with the Lord of Moon City, the Queen of the Underdark, and Rose's followers is not a wise choice.
Miel calmed down and spoke patiently, "Okay, let's not talk about the slave trade for now. Do you know if there are monsters in the sewers of Moon City?"
"I did hear about some of these things," Talina replied, her tone a little better than before. "But they only stay in the sewers and don't appear on the surface. In that case, just don't go to the sewers—you should be happy about that. Their existence prevents Moon City's slave trade from taking place in the sewers."
"But a large number of slaves were transported to Moon City... Never mind." Miel gave up mid-sentence. He realized that trying to get information about the sewers from the Lord of Moon City was a bad idea.
Just as she was about to leave, Talina suddenly said "Wow!" She straightened up slightly and looked behind Miel.
Miel turned his head following her gaze and saw Dindel with a sad look in his eyes.
"An ancient dark high elf, how rare," said Talina. "I thought this creature was extinct 800 years ago."
Dindel remained silent. Miel, curious, asked tentatively, "800 years ago? What happened?"
"Eight hundred years ago, a war broke out in the Underdark between Shar, the goddess of darkness, and Rafar, the devil of the Nine Hells," Talina replied. "Rafar led the devils to invade the Underdark, and Shar ordered the Dark Elves to defend her from the invasion. Ultimately, Shar won the war, but her Dark Elves engaged in a civil war over the uneven distribution of post-war rewards, ultimately leading to their extinction. What a ridiculous race."
"That's not true," Tyndall retorted.
"So what is it?" Talina asked. "You tell me, and I'll listen."
Dingdel hesitated to speak and finally chose to remain silent.
Miel stared at him for a while. Although he was curious about the truth of that year, Dingdel was now his entourage anyway, and he had the responsibility to protect him.
So, Miel turned his gaze back to Talina and said, "I will find a way to solve the problem in the sewer myself. It may cause you and your citizens a little trouble in the process, but please believe me, I have no intention of becoming your enemy."
"It's up to you," Talina responded. "Anyone caught in this process is simply too weak to die. As for you, if you're going to die, die outside. Don't die in my Moon City."
"I'll pay attention." Miel said, turned and left.
Cthulhu, Rocas, Dindel, and Ina, one after another, turned and left with him.
Almost as soon as he left the tower, Miel lifted the transformation spell, revealing his original appearance and clothing.
Cthulora then transformed back into Cthulhun and uttered a dissatisfied voice: "Perhaps it would be a good idea to make the entire Underdark disappear."
"Calm down." Miel took a deep breath, not knowing whether he was speaking to Cthulhu or to himself. "Violence can only solve problems above the surface. Beneath the turbulent sea, there are still too many problems waiting to be solved. I can only do my best to save more people."
"How can I help?" Dindel asked. "Miel, never forget that you are just a child. You should never face anything alone."
"I'm not a child." Miel looked at him, her beautiful sapphire eyes flashing with intense dissatisfaction. "Although elves reach adulthood at the age of 100, the first forty years of my life weren't just for fun. Whether in the eyes of humans or half-elves, I'm already an adult. If I were truly underage, I would ask you what exactly happened 800 years ago, but you don't want to tell me, do you?"
Tyndall remained silent.
Miel didn't care: "Don't call me a child anymore."
Tyndall said "OK" and said nothing more.
…
After leaving the tower, Miel was still not in a hurry to enter the sewer, but first found a hotel nearby to stay in.
The innkeeper was drunk and unable to communicate. Miel didn't know the cost of staying there, so he just put a few gold coins on the counter.
There is no daytime in the Underdark. Miel lost his sense of time and felt a little sleepy. He wanted to take a nap before starting his investigation of the sewers.
"Actually, I can split off an avatar while you're sleeping and go down to check out the situation," Cthulhu said. "Who would you rather I send?"
Miel thought about it and made a choice: "Leon."
Cthulhu was silent for a moment: "You really don't like my wings."
Miel: "...Look at it from a positive perspective. If it was Hyrum who split away, you might not be able to get it back."
Cthulhu: "Why not Lola?"
Miel: "Because, you know, there are only so many things Lola can do."
Miyer didn't want to admit his selfish desire - rather than Cthulhu's wings, he would rather have Cthulhu's tentacles accompany him when he fell asleep.
"Okay." Cthulhu finally chose to compromise, took off his left arm and threw it to the ground.
The left arm turned into a ball of black liquid the moment it was thrown out, and then gradually expanded into a human shape.
The black faded, revealing fair skin.
She has long, slightly curly, dazzling red hair and golden eyes that remind her of a lion.
He stood in a very arrogant manner, but his face was softer than Lorne's, and his waist was tighter and more sexy.
He is Cthulion.
This arrogant incarnation, the only one who would press Miel against the wall, returned to Miel after a long absence.
Then, he folded his arms and said, "I'll stay here, you go."
C'thulhun: "I couldn't ask for more."
Miel:?
Lying on the bed, Miel watched C'thulhan get up from the edge of the bed and walk towards the door, walking as firmly as Hyrum.
Miel stood up hurriedly: "Cthulhu!"
Leon glanced at him: “Speak.”
Miel: "...Lorne!"
Luo En paused and said without turning his head: "Don't worry, Leon will protect you. I'll go down and take a look and come back soon."
After saying that, he disappeared behind the door.
Miel: “…”
He was careless. Hyrum, who represents the power of action, is now in Ron's body. It is Hyrum who wants to go to the sewer to check it out immediately. Therefore, no matter who Cthulhu splits out, as long as it is not Hyrum, the one who splits out will be the one who stays with him.
If I had known earlier, I would have chosen Lola... But, how could I have known so much earlier?
Miel cautiously shifted his gaze to Leon's face, like a rabbit stealing glances at a lion close at hand.
Noticing his gaze, Leon's golden eyes narrowed slightly: "Are you afraid of me?"
"What do you think?" Miel lay back on the bed resignedly.
He believed that Leon would protect him, after all, they had a vow. But whether they could get along well was a question.
As far as he could remember, every time he was alone with Leon, they would both suffer. It wasn't so much that he was afraid of Leon, but rather that he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to handle his relationship with Leon well.
If Leon had Anna with him, perhaps things would be better. Love can suppress arrogance, which has been proven in Loen.
But it seems that there is no Anna in this Leon's body.
"Why are you afraid of me?" Leon asked in his poor language, approaching Miel's bed.
Miel instinctively shrank back into the bed, but his tone was unyielding: "I said, I can be enjoyed by you as a lover, and it doesn't matter if I'm a little rough in the process, but you can never think of dominating me like a slave."
"I've also said that I've never had such thoughts." Leon put one knee on the bed and looked down at Miel. "You are my agent. Everyone must kneel at your feet. Anyone can be a slave, but you alone. No one has the right to dominate."
Miel looked at Leon in silence, not knowing what he was going to do next.
Under his vigilant gaze, Leon flew up, flipped his body in the air, fell on the bed with his back, lay beside Miel with his arms folded and closed his eyes.
Miel:?
Lyon just lay flat on his back, closed his eyes and said, "Don't you want to sleep? Sleep. With me here, no one can hurt you."
Miel stared at Leon's profile for a while, and realized that he had misunderstood him. He couldn't help feeling a little guilty: "I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing... I had a wrong view of you, made unauthorized guesses, and was uneasy."
"It's okay. Fear is a compliment to me." Leon continued to close his eyes and responded, "But fear means staying away. I want everyone to fear me, except you. I don't want you to stay away."
Miel was stunned.
Leon: "If you can't sleep, I don't mind doing it with you again. I can do better than last night."
"...No need, I'm going to sleep." Miel closed his eyes.
Miel finally understood that for Cthulhu, no matter how they did it last time or with which incarnation they did it, he would feel that he did not perform well.
But in fact, Miel enjoyed it every time...
…
Miel fell asleep.
He dreamed that he came to a chaotic darkness.
Sticky tentacles wriggled beneath his feet, wrapping around his ankles and climbing up his calves.
"Cthulhu?" Miel called out tentatively.
The tentacles were black and looked very similar to the Touch of the Abyss, but they were not under his control and did not respond to his calls.
Suddenly, a green, glowing eye opened on one of the tentacles.
Then, more eyes opened from the tentacles and made sounds:
"Tickley."
Miel suddenly opened his eyes!
"Tie-kle, tie-kle, tie-kle."
The strange sound, like bubbles being emitted from the surface of the sea, did not disappear when he woke up from his dream. Instead, it became clearer and more frequent.
The dense sounds gathered together. It was not loud, but noisy enough to make Miel feel as if he was in a busy street.
The dark room was covered with a layer of green light. Miel suddenly realized something, sat up from the bed and looked at the ground.
All I saw was a black, sticky mass all over the ground, with countless green glowing eyes scattered randomly, each of which made a "tickly" sound as it squirmed.
"...Cthulhu, what is this?" Miel asked in disbelief.
Leon was lying next to him, and he didn't wake him up or drive away these ominous creatures.
Could it be that these creatures were created by Leon?
Leon had no idea what Miel had just imagined. He slowly sat up from the bed and spoke calmly, "These slimes call you master. I'm quite pleased with their self-identification, but they do make a bit of a racket."
Miel: "...Wait, tell me again, what are they?"
"Slime." Leon repeated affirmatively, "Maybe they are different from the slimes you imagine, but they are indeed slimes. Slimes from another world, the oldest slimes."
After a pause, he added, "Or, you could call them—Shoggoths."
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