Chapter 790: Long-term astringency will bring misfortune, don’t believe me, look at that!

Chapter 788 787.Long-term astringency will bring misfortune, don’t believe me, look at how miserable that astringent head is-[2030

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Although Ms. Villanther usually like to tease the small players to play, but also do not like to do serious work, always use the name of “protecting Murphy” around the fish, suspected and Bonnie to maintain a dysfunctional relationship and deep trust and love Tris, but she can be in the Murphy this King of the rolls so smooth living here is definitely capable of.

This person’s ability lies in her a hand and the fairy like prophecy, Murphy statistics, but wherever Villanther involved in the prophecy, its accuracy rate is high crazy.

She could even accurately predict where a player’s lost equipment was, and could even tell the characteristics of the jackal that had snatched the equipment, thus giving a thought to those players who had lost their equipment in the chaotic area.

And because of the style of flirtatious and beautiful people can do whatever they want, resulting in her popularity in the forums, and even in the Transylvania Tavern’s “beautiful NPC” ranking in the top five perennial.

Especially loved by those who are “outside the human control”.

But if only this, is not enough to make Murphy such a hate every natives become qualified NPC guy can tolerate Vilantha usually fish behavior, another advantage of the spider lady is something she really on.

Never hide, Murphy in the critical moment what she needs to do, she will be able to smoothly, without bargaining to complete.

For example, in today’s emergency, Murphy said that she would let Villanther stop more than forty Incendiary Demon Soldiers alone, this kind of outrageous task was also completed by Spider Woman with a spider lady’s “Abyssal Arachnid Web Technique”, invisible spider webs sprinkled down like birdcages to wrap the entire fragmented position, sealing off every passageway to let the savage and brutal Incendiary Demon Soldiers to leave the city. The savage and brutal Burning World Demon Soldiers were unable to break free.

Such a mega-range closure divine spell was naturally energy-consuming to maintain by one person, so after the battle ended, Velanthar ran alone to rest on the mountain pass before being found by Lord Yvette.

Hearing that this Lord of the Shadow Elves asked for her help in purifying the Shadow Elves’ former artifact, Velanthir accepted it nonchalantly. Of course, with the character of the Shadow Elves, even though she appeared to be researching how to purify it, in fact, Velanthir’s mind had already conceptualized four scenarios to use this powerful thing to obscure it and use it as a weapon for herself.

Although this set of fist blades had disappeared from Shadow Elf society back when the Moss Valley was seized by the Jackals, the legend about it was still alive in this era.

The jackals called it “Corrosive Wound”, but in Shadow Elf society it was more elegantly named “The Ninth Crown of the Spider Lady”.

Apparently, it was called that because the Spider Lady had many crowns, and the ninth was the only one the Shadow Elves found in the mortal world, and it was said that the blade had a poignant story to go along with it, but neither Velanthar nor any of the other Shadow Elves cared about the story.

This is normal, just look at the daily style of the Shadow Elves, this group of hedonistic guys do not have the concept of love in their heads.

It’s like talking to a cow.

But before Velanthar could think of a way to covet this treasure, he was blindsided by Lord Yvette’s question.

“What? What do you mean?”

Velanthar looked at the vampire elf in front of her warily as she said:

“What do you mean I’m not Veranthir? How do I not know I am not myself? I know that you have a high position of power, and before becoming a vampire you were also a rather powerful upper class person in the Shadow Elf society, and it is rumored that you still have a hidden shrine and manor of your own in the Eternal Rift, but you can’t be so insulting to people’s innocence!

It would be a big deal for my little darlings to hear about it, they would doubt my sincerity in treating them.”

“Sincerity? I’ve never seen a proper Shadow Elf hang on to that word, and if you really believe it, that’s all the more reason why you’re not a proper Shadow Elf.”

The fact that Yvette dared to say what she just said meant that she had proof.

The shibari head, who had gifted her underwear and panties to the player, surveyed Villanther with a dangerous gaze and walked around her several times before speaking:

“Where is the Mejva family symbol on your clothes? What do you intend to do as a Life Weaver girl not carrying the family crest and still flaunting it outside? You do realize that such a sin will get you hung and whipped by the family matriarch, right?”

“Gee whiz, the Megawa family is long gone.”

Velanther’s six arms were clasped into three pairs as she snorted:

“It’s a toss-up whether my main mother is still alive or not, so why would I want to keep an oath for that damned tradition? Besides, I’m nominally Lord Murphy’s heir now, I’m sort of a half-vampire and half-shadow elf and half-spiderwoman.

I have such a complicated identity, so what’s the big deal about abandoning my original identity?
In the end, I came to Transylvania by the oracle of the Spider Lady, of course I have to listen to my god’s counsel, my god asked me to protect Lord Murphy and win his goodwill, how can I still be despised by you, a guy who has also sold his body to a vampire, when I am doing my job faithfully?”

“But you are lying! My young compatriot.”

Yvette didn’t bother to wrangle more with the young fellow, she bluntly reached out a finger and jabbed it at Villancer’s proud upper body, saying:

“I was the Chief Magus of the Sisterhood of the Spider Lady before I fell to midnight! The Spider Lady favors me to a degree you can’t imagine, I can tell if a Shadow Elf has the blessing of the Abyssal Lady with a single glance.

You don’t have a divine emblem on your face, you don’t have a divine tattoo on your body, and you haven’t even been spiritually branded by Lady Spider, and in such a situation you still claim to have had an audience with Lady Spider?
Do you think I’ll believe you?

Tell me the truth, my young compatriot, what exactly did you do before?”

“You’re not making any sense.”

Veranther was a little crestfallen.

Although she still acted confident, the averted eyes betrayed her, it was indeed difficult to try to hide some truths in front of a former Spider Lady’s Chief Magus, but she still kept her mouth shut and said:

“Ahem, my audience is different from other people’s, I didn’t meet the Abyssal Lady in a prophecy ceremony or a prayer, I was well, you’re not allowed to laugh when I say it!
I was dreaming of the Spider Lady in my sleep, exactly like the Goddess of the Abyss idol on our sculpture, she just came to my dream with a graceful stride through the web of destiny she had woven, and I was so tired, you know how it is, we’re always tired after the intense and fiery and deep into each other’s souls prayers the magi give to their devout followers.

Not to mention the fact that that day I was holding prayers for seven stout devotees at once, anyway, I was half-concussed, and it was in that charmingly cozy daze that Ms. Spider opened her mouth to me and said those oracles .
As I came to my senses, disaster struck before my eyes!

This made me realize that the lady wasn’t joking with me, so I immediately ran away I just told you not to laugh! Asshole! Don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you’re an elder.”

“Are you sure you’re not hallucinating because you’re high from inhaling ghost face flower dust?”

Lord Yvette restrained her flirtatious smile as she looked very suspiciously at the young spider lady in front of her as she said:
“I know you young magi are always messing around and can’t understand that pleasure isn’t the Lady’s quest, it’s simply a way she uses to indoctrinate her familiars, and you’re too young to put the cart before the horse, the Lady gave the power of pleasure so that our population could increase and our civilization could flourish!
Uh, well, I’m not going to bore you with the clichés, but I’m still not sure about your identity, Velanthir.
I don’t know if you remember, but back when you were a trainee cleric, your mentor took you on a visit to my estate.”

“No!”

Villanther balked:

“Don’t try me with that kind of talk, hell, my mentor died a long time ago, it doesn’t even square with the time you became a vampire, you sly bastard. Also, why are you targeting me?
I don’t get it!”

“Because of your prophecy I heard from those good little boys about you giving them prophecies to search for their lost equipment.”

Yvette said with a serious expression:
“I myself was the first Fate Weaver girl in the history of the Shadow Elves, I just haven’t gone through an arachnization ritual like yours, but I’m certain that a Fate Weaver girl’s prying eyes for destiny can’t possibly reach the outrageous level that you have.

Other Fate Weaving Maidens’ prophecies are already astounding if their accuracy can reach 50%, but yours is basically over 90%, and I also heard my heir, Laneia, tell me that you had predicted that Governor Murphy would be attacked.

And then he actually suffered an attack?”

“Huh? Isn’t that a normal thing?” Villanther took a step back and said:
“Things like us spying on fate is supposed to be a matter of luck, so maybe this is because I’m lucky?”

“No, luck doesn’t explain this kind of thing, and Murphy is special, all the prophecy spells hardly work on him with such precision, his destiny is wrapped in mist, that’s not a direction a mortal can see, that’s why I said you’re not Velanthir!

At least not the Velanthir you think you are.
There is nothing alien about your soul or spirit, but instinct tells me that you seem to harbor something in your body that you do not wish to be discovered.

Stand at attention!

Let me see.”

Yvette chortled, restraining Vilanthar’s backing up to try and slip and run like a law of the word, even closing off her contact with the outside world so that her call for Murphy to come and help was forcibly stopped.

Obviously, the third lord’s means is not just the arrow of punishment and shibboleth so simple, this guy can sit steadily in the position of the third lord is absolutely have two brushes.

Being able to use a deterrent law to control a gold person like Velanther proved that Yvette was most likely the guy in the Blood Alliance Knights who had the deepest grasp of psychic energy research, her talent on the psychic energy level might even surpass Archduke Tris who was known as a genius of the Blood Race, and that her archery was by no means inferior to her psychic energy authority.

Most importantly, Yvette is a true “Ancient One”.

According to Leonia, Yvette has held a high position in the Elven Kingdom since the beginning of the Era.

She must have known a lot of secrets about the Castilian elves.

This was a rare and versatile person.

It was no wonder that she had managed to develop such an unreliable character even under the command of the majestic Venerable Lord Paying, and it was no wonder that she hadn’t been beaten to death by the other party despite provoking and attempting to seduce Venerable Lord Paying on multiple occasions.

This was the highest level of a laborer, holding a very clear understanding of one’s own strengths and roles, and thus being able to take a lot of advantage from one’s boss in turn.

Velanther was controlled by the Ruler and was pinned in place like a puppet doll, his six hands maintaining a rather comical stance.

She looked in horror at Lord Yvette, who was walking towards her, trying to make a threat but her lips wouldn’t move at all, and could only watch as Lord Yvette reached out and pinched her delicate chin, turning her face around.

The moment the four eyes met, a shadow elf spell used to search for memories was released, strange black runes flickered between the two pretty and flirtatious girls, and then both of their visions turned hollow.

With the aid of this spell Lord Yvette was quickly skimming through a portion of Velanthar’s memories, which would speed up the consumption of the Torah, but was enough to allow her to find those true mysteries she wanted to see before Velanthar got out of the way.

This shows that Yvette is also a very deadly character.

She had said herself that she had discovered that there might be something hidden in Velanthir’s body that she didn’t want to be discovered, but she was still going to check it out.

It was the same as how before she arrived at the Valley of the Shadow, Exalted Lord Paying had clearly warned her not to provoke Tris and Murphy, but she still had the audacity to want to turn Archduke Tris, who exuded femininity, into her hime-mate.

Although she was severely smacked by Tris with the power of the Midnight Sovereign Mother, it now seemed that Yvette, the head shibari, still hadn’t been able to learn any lessons from what had happened before.

She kept searching through the fragments of Velanthar’s memories, and found the one before the disaster in the city of Medjevar with great precision according to Velanthar’s previous description.

As Velanthir had said, she had just played a “respectable” game with her seven favorites, and had a strange dream about the descent of the gods in her daze, but before Yvette could look closely at the contents of that dream of the gods, there was a loud bang that made her startled to see the whole temple area where Velanthir was located The whole thing collapsed.

Without uttering a word, the Spider Woman, who was the carrier of her memories, was smashed to pieces by a large rock that fell from the sky, along with her seven male pets, while wearing a very erotic costume.

“Huh?”

Lord Yvette was dumbfounded.

This.
What’s going on here?

How could Velanthar, who in this recollection had clearly been killed by a boulder at the time of the disaster in the city of Medjevar, come all the way from the Rift of Eternity to Transylvania alive and well, claiming to have been divinely enlightened by the Lady of the Spiders?
But.
If Villanther had died back then, then who the hell was this guy in front of him?
“Ka.”

Just as Lord Yvette was in doubt, the boulder that had held Velanthir down in the memory she was in suddenly cracked.

Then amidst the dense spiderweb-like debris crumbling away, a rather frightening force sheltered Velanthir, who had been crushed to the point of having a full body shattering fracture, back to a healthy state again as if time had gone back.

This scene gave Yvette the creeps.

As the former Chief Magus of the Spider Lady, she instantly recognized to whom this power belonged!

Hell!

Velanthar was more than just Lady Spider’s Divine Chosen!
The lucky little one had no idea that she had risen from the dead once under the shelter of the Lady, no!
That’s not right. She was chosen by the Lady as a vessel.
This is indeed not Anu Vilanthar Mejva!

This one in front of her is the real Ms. Spider!!!!
Crap!

A deity has abandoned his divine kingdom to come down to earth in person! Worst of all, the deity’s disguise had been torn off by his own hand by his death-defying self!

This is a big game.

I’m sure I’ll die!
“Alas, Yvette, my once most favored pleasure magus, even after fate has brought you a death, you are always so furtive when stepping into the midnight hour you really haven’t learned any lessons from the web of fate.”

The voice that had the Third Lord trembling at her heels in fear resounded in her mind, and in the next instant Yvette felt a portion of her memories being wiped away by a pair of invisible hands in rapid succession.

It was as if a hand had roughly torn open a section of a spider’s web, but soon a light rhythm like a skillful weaver easily repaired the tattered web, transforming it into a very different and alternate appearance.

The worst part was that even Yvette herself didn’t know which of her memories had been erased.

The Lady of the Abyss weaves the web of the world’s destiny day and night, everything has no secrets in her eyes, and she is always one step ahead of the rest, sniffing out risks and launching into action ahead of everyone else.

A few minutes later, by the time both Villancer and Yvette had awakened from their dazed state, the Third Lord blinked and frowned:
“Well, I don’t really see anything wrong, Velanthir, but I wish you’d be more well-behaved when you’re around Master Murphy, and refrain from all the Shadow Elf-specific machinations that I have my eye on you for! I am not at liberty to stay beside my most loyal master at this time, and will have to continue to lurk at the wily Paying’s to gather usable information for our mutual master.

You!
You will protect him in my stead!
These fist blades are yours to use, and don’t let Ms. Spider’s trust in you down.”

“Huh? Oh, okay.”

Villanther was even more confused, she watched the serious-expressed Lord Yvette leave and scratched her head, it always felt as if something extraordinary had just happened, but when she thought about it, it seemed as if everything was normal.

So she picked up the bag next to her and scanned it, looking at the “Corrosive Wound” fist blade inside that had been restored to purity, nodded with satisfaction and said:
“This third lord is also strange good le, actually helped me to purify this holy relic. However, when did she become loyal to Lord Murphy? Aiya, it’s worthy of being my awesome little master ah, there are so many secrets.”

(End of chapter)