Elsewhere in the Crypt, a drow woman walked briskly through a wide passageway.

She looked hurried, but her gaze was determined, and she walked hurriedly, and the disproportionately slender heels on the soles of her feet were taller than those of the other Dark Elf women.

The pedestrians on both sides all looked sideways, bowed to the drow woman, and bowed their heads in greeting, but the drow woman still maintained a proud attitude.

She listened to the voices of others and looked at them.

"Good evening, High Priest Sehiris. ”

The bow was made by a burly male, unusual in the world of the Dark Elves, whose three Venus ornaments on his left shoulder showed great feats, giving him more of a voice in this matriarchal society.

It is precisely because of this that he dares to face the Rachel family with a slightly presumptuous attitude - the third most powerful family in the underground city of Gullora, and Sehelis is the fourth high priest of the Rachel family.

But given the particularly fond attitude of Rachel's mother, it is quite possible that this fourth place will at some point become third, second, or even first - all measured by the mood of the mother.

After seeing the person who came, the high priestess of Drow raised her head slightly, looking at the guy in front of her, who was rumored to have an affair with her in the underground city of Gulrolla, and she didn't have much good feeling in her heart. It can be said that there is even some disgust, disgust with its frivolous attitude, and disgusted with its approach to himself, the purpose that everyone knows.

"What is the matter with you, Your Excellency Serafi Evante?"

Sehiris silently withdrew the palm of the hand that had been held by the other, before the disgusting lips were about to touch her skin.

Her Excellency did not object to her daughters messing with flowers outside, in other words, the Rachel Mother even supported her daughters' participation in the relationship between the children.

If they can indulge in boring love, they will be even more satisfied, because then they will not have time to peek at the throne under their still sexy buttocks.

In this regard, Cehiris knew her mother's intentions early on, but what she couldn't accept was that the matter of winning over the lustful man in front of her, Serafi Evant, the second family's martial arts chief, had to be done by herself?

"After a long night, I wonder if I have the good fortune to be favored by the High Priest of Sehiris, and go to the back garden of the temple of Lola to taste the fragrance of the mandala flowers everywhere?"

The chief martial artist of the Evant family was unimpressed by Sehelis's reaction, and he took a step forward, and the female high priest in front of him also had an unusual height, which may have something to do with her bloodline.

The close proximity allowed him to taste the fragrance of the other more clearly, and no matter how many times he received a stern rejection from Cécillis, Serafi always enjoyed it.

"I'm sorry, I'm not available. The High Priestess of Drow had a cold face, no matter who the other party was, as long as it was a man, she didn't need to give the other party a good face.

And in her cognition, if it weren't for the status of the other party's family, why would she waste her tongue.

She clenched the whip in her hand, and made up her mind that if the other party testered further, she would be welcome, and she believed that even if it reached the Gullora Elder's House, she would win.

In a sense, it's a good habit to retreat.

Although Serafi has patience, there is always an urge in his heart to press the black rose with too many thorns in front of him.

He smiled and maintained his demeanor, and under the soft, close-fitting chain mail, a pair of symbolic scimitars spread out to the sides with his slight bowing movements.

Serafi said, "Dear Sehelis, oh, High Priest of Sehiris. Have you not thought about the safety of your life under the command of the great Rachel Mistress?"

"Worry about your bloodline, impure half-dark elves, do you think that with a defective product like yours, you can win the favor of Lord Rose?"

Taking advantage of the time that the other party's gaze stayed, Evant's martial arts chief quickly added, "I think, I should be your best partner, and by my side, there is such a thing as a sense of security?"

"Presumptuous!"

With his dexterity, the master easily dodged the priestess's whip, and his mocking expression made a mocking grimace at Cehilis, who thought he was very attractive.

Serafi took a few steps back, and the meanness in his mouth remained unchanged: "Céhiris, the leather whip will not work against me, you should use your most powerful weapon, the flesh, to conquer me." ”

"Get out!" Excess, Cersillis pulled out her left hand, her magic quickly condensed, and condensed into a black ball above her palm.

Seeing this, the martial arts chief hurriedly flew up with dexterous steps, subconsciously pulled out the double knives on his waist, and quickly retreated to the rear.

But with his character, Serafi looked around and was surrounded by a vast crowd, which made him still attack with a sloppy language: "Although Lord Rose approved of the assassination in private, she does not seem to support a duel in public. ”

"Oh, is it?" Thérillis ignored the crowd around her, and she threw the black energy ball formed in her left hand towards Evante's martial arts prowess.

Serafi was stunned, sensing the power contained in the artificial orb, and continued to dodge to the side as fast as he could.

After he was able to dodge the high priestess's attack, he heard the words from the other party, "Then I don't think Lord Rose will care about the small fact that a male pariah has become disabled. ”

"We'll see. Serafi said angrily, the angry look on his face that made the young men look sideways, for fear of becoming his next target to vent his anger.

"Hmph, sir. ”

The High Priestess of Drow put away her whip, and she remembered her purpose, and walked faster towards her destination.

As she got closer to her family's castle, the eerie face of the black-haired man's sleeping slumber came back to her mind.

She recalls discovering the guy.

"Cersylis. As she walked out of the family shrine dedicated to Rose, Mistress Rachel called her name.

"Mother, what do you command?" said Secillis, who stepped briskly forward to the master who had stepped down the stairs, and she bowed her head in a respectful response.

"Go to the Naselob swamp and bring a man with long black hair to me. The mistress's expression looked a little confused, but Cersylis only dared to speculate in her heart, but did not dare to show it on her face.

This kind of sophistication is a skill that has been cultivated since childhood as a drow elf—no, nature.

"Yes!"

The mother's mood doesn't seem to be too good, and as her daughter, absolute obedience is the way to go.

Cersillis turned, waving slightly in the air, and then surrounded by a group of men.

"Wait. The frowning Mistress Rachel looked still worried about something, and she stopped her daughter's behavior and reproached, "Don't make a fuss, do you want those two old fellows to know what we're doing?"

"Is it that serious?" asked Sehiris.

Mistress Rachel glared at her daughter, and she explained dissatisfiedly: "In any case, this matter must be done cleanly and beautifully, and there must be no way to leave the two old fellows with any control." ”

"This is an oracle from Lord Rose. Remember, don't leave a trail. ”

As if uneasy, she added, "If it can't be done, then in Gulrollari, Sehiris will cease to exist, you think about it yourself." ”

"Yes!" replied Sehiris, "it is our pleasure to please Lord Rose. However, I need support. The high priestess's last words were a little slight, as if she were afraid of her mother's wrath.

But instead of a whiplash, she was greeted with an indifferent voice, "Hmm." ”

"Call Zorro, our family's martial arts chief is also the strongest in Gulrolla. ”

Mistress Rachel pondered, and it seemed that she wanted things to be as foolproof as possible, "The family's private soldiers are at your disposal, in short, things must be taken care of." ”

"Goddess Rose thinks so highly of that person?"

Sehiris tried to fill in the gaps in the mistress's considerations, which was also the reason why the mother valued the alternative existence of this mixed-race daughter, "Is it a guest?

"Please?" Because these drows, who have access to the Lord God, know that the powerful being who is high up above will never say anything to death.

Rachel looked at her daughter, and quickly made a decision, she said, "The words of Lord Rose: He is my man." ”

"Understood. Cehilis said no more, and the mother handed over the last barrier around her to herself, and it involved the instructions of Lord Rose, so there was no room for selfishness and misconduct in this matter.

Breaking ground on Tai Sui's head, death is quite a happy destination.

Nacellob is located in the southeast corner of the underground city of Gulrola, where Barceló, the first family of the city's drow.

In other words, no matter how you act, you will have to pass through Barcelo's layers of defenses in order to reach the location that Lord Rose has decreed.

"Father, what can you do?" said the high priestess as she walked up to the burly man, and she asked respectfully.

Before the Ming Dynasty, the martial arts chief who was the best in the underground city, he never went out on weekdays, and he had no more hobbies except for honing his martial arts in the compound. The only thing that is special is that he cares about the non-biological daughter in front of him.

According to the theory of the bloodline of the Drow Elves, it is the primary duty of every Drow to maintain a good and pure bloodline, which is the rule set by Lord God Rose.

But it was an accident for Zorro, because the strongest martial arts master was the same as himself, and he was also a half-drow, but Rose's protection did not help him at all. Because the priestess knew that the half-drow named Zorro in front of her had all the martial arts skills that she had retained when she was on the ground in the early years.

In Sehiris's heart, there was always a feeling that the other party was her own father, although the other party always smiled and denied it. The mother, on the other hand, was even more resolute, and the priestess was never allowed to inquire about any news concerning her father.

This has become an iron law since she was a child.

The most heard topic from this father's mouth was always about human beings, and Sehiris was fascinated by the race that flowed half of her blood.

- Now, a living example lies in the room of the mistress.