This was the most sane and sober Loria since self-hypnosis, so when she categorically refused to help each other with the middle-aged mage, her mood fell into some kind of contradiction.

I'm a vampire queen, so why bother with the power of others to get revenge, so I should avoid the trouble that can be avoided, and why be stubborn if I can greatly increase the chance of winning...... Two opposing thoughts kept alternating in her head, causing her to jump in place in frustration.

Don't make any noise!, the words have already been spoken, and then turn back and let out the mage's words, let me put my face somewhere!

Loria patted her head, and the schizophrenic exchange of ideas finally stopped—no matter which position they held, everyone was in the same mood to defend the majesty of the pink hair!

Her spirit was reunited into one, and she made up her mind that she must make the old man with the white beard, whom she now knew to be called Briss, pay a heavy price for the grievances she had recently suffered.

Late at night, a pale pink mist emerges from the crack in the basement door and floats to the edge of the hall to form a loli, which taps her toes on the ground and turns into a cloud of mist again, and when she reappears, she is standing on tiptoe on the handrail of the stairs leading to the second floor.

Loria turned her head to look at the Arcane Golem, this time it didn't even react to activation, and it seemed that the range of the Alert Circle was very limited.

She lifted her hands to balance and jumped lightly off the handrails, as light as a cat when she landed on the stairs.

Pulling the corners of her skirt and tightening the bow on her collar, she walked unhurried like a steady guest on the way to the banquet. Walk slowly up to the second floor.

Although the Mage Tower looks like it doesn't take up much space from the outside, it is surprisingly wide inside, with spiraling staircases in the middle, and circular corridors on each floor surrounding the stairs, which connect the six rooms. Their doors are located right at the sharp corners of the six-pointed star.

Loria leaned her head to the door every time she walked to it, listened intently for a moment, and when she was sure that no one was there, she gently pushed the door open, the first five rooms were full of miscellaneous items and tools, and the sixth room was inhabited.

She walked in and picked up a comb from the table. There were still a few long red hairs hanging from it, and the resident here was obviously a woman, but the room was a mess.

Loria noticed the scattered piles of papers on the table, and she picked up one of them to look at it, with a criss-crossing grid drawn on it. The lattice is filled with circles and forks from the same stroke.

It looks like backgammon...... But since she is a woman who lives in the mage tower, she must not be bored enough to play backgammon with herself...... Well, Loria nodded, it must be some kind of magic array that she couldn't understand.

By the way, if you look at it according to backgammon, the circle is on par with the fork, but in the end, it is still the circle that is higher.

Loria solemnly said that the paper was put back in its place, but there was no known knowledge. It will always make her respect unconsciously.

A wooden box with a ribbon tied at the top of the wardrobe caught her eye, and she moved a chair and stood on it—the atomization was quite physically draining, if not for practice. She doesn't usually use it lightly.

Loria stood on tiptoe and stretched her arms, and with great difficulty took the box off the top of the cabinet...... She opened the box, which contained a new pair of red patent leather shoes, a simple button-up style she preferred, so it seemed that the owner of the room should not be very old, and the design that would show one instep was not suitable for women above the age of girls.

Of course. This is simply the standard configuration of Lori.

Loria hesitated for a moment to put the little leather shoes back, she didn't have the habit of messing around with other people's things. But when I think about it, the guy who would hang out with the white-bearded old man Brice isn't a good guy anyway. I'm here for revenge and destruction, or don't care about etiquette.

The little leather shoes are completely brand new, the shiny red patent leather looks great, and most importantly, it looks very good.

Making such a pair of shoes in the mechanized era is naturally a breeze, and can be ...... in Azeroth It was definitely expensive, Loria reckoned, and it was worth at least a few gold coins.

The hyperinflation brought by the adventurers is still far more than a decade later, and a few gold coins at this time may be half a year's income of a Lordaeron farmer.

A few gold coins were a drop in the bucket for Loria's small vault hidden in the snowy castle, but for Loria now, a few gold coins were a lot of money.

It's okay to give it a try.

Loria jumped out of the chair with her shoes in her arms and said to herself, just give it a try, just give it a try.

She walked around the room in her new shoes, trying again and again...... Finally remembering that she still had something to do, she could only reluctantly exchange for her old shoes, which were already old and even more shabby after being soaked in the water in the dungeon.

Loria pouted and carefully put the red patent leather shoes back into the box, staring at them with a blank eye, gritting her teeth and closing the lid, though she wanted to...... It's very, very wanted, but even if it's a bad guy, you can't just take it.

Obviously a guy who only likes to be naughty and mischievous, and can even break the limbs of those who hurt her without hesitation, she is surprisingly obedient in some ways.

Her concept of right and wrong, good and evil, is always in chaos and chaos, and may continue to be chaotic until she encounters something that challenges the bottom line of her soul.

One second she was in her own strict moral framework, and the next she was starting to wreak havoc in the room.

Now that she's here, Loria isn't afraid of being discovered...... Rather, she was deliberately causing trouble, with a play-like mentality, and she wanted to see Briss panicked...... Before he died.

……

Vanilla pokes her head in front of the door of the room where Alice is being held, and just a few days ago, she was attacked by a tentacle monster...... Well, in every sense.

Alice was unable to escape, leaving behind the red-faced, strangely stiff vanilla, and fled outside, only to be caught by the mage before she had been caught by the magical-burning flames, and after being burned off by the magic flames, Alice was thrown back into the cage - this time the cage was larger and stronger, and there was only a small iron window that could only fit a little food into the outside world.

The attacked Vanilla later approached Briss and solemnly stated that she no longer wanted to take care of the tentacle monster, but the mage refused.

…… After a few hesitations, Vanilla approached the cage where Alice was held with an indescribable subtlety