Tracey had spicy comments on the Prophet many times, and Murphy once thought that Tracey's poisonous tongue for prophecy must have come from the fact that she had been harmed by prophecy more than once before.

According to Trace, the soothsayers on the continent are a bunch of god-like babbling creatures, their sanity tormented by a glimpse into the future, and their minds trapped in the illusion of disaster.

They are fish blessed by fate, and they can poke their heads out of the long river of time, get rid of their blinded lives, and peek at the flow of fate that has been planned for a long time.

But they are also cursed outcasts, because the future they peek at is not necessarily real, and even if it is, they cannot know what to do to make that future come true.

It's quite terrible pressure!

It is never easy to understand fate, an obscure prophecy can take years or even decades to parse, and the saddest thing is that many unskilled soothsayers have already seen the birth of the future with their own eyes before they have figured out the truth of the prophecy.

For better or worse, they didn't have time to prepare.

How can you describe this feeling?

It's like you dream that you will win millions of lottery tickets or even dream of a specific winning number, but you are missing such a single digit, and at the moment when you are happy to try to distinguish the last digit so that you can get to the top of your life, you see a bastard at the door of the lottery shop pinching the ticket that can bring happiness and learning to scream and ride your face output.

Ah, look!

I can't see the future when I'm poor, I see the future and I'm still poor, so don't I fucking see it in vain?

This is the biggest problem that plagues prophets.

They can only see it, and rarely can change it, not to mention that every time they peek into the long river of fate, they have to pay a price. In a continent full of psionic spells and fallen miracles, the price to pay for seeing the future is definitely not as simple as missing out on a lottery ticket.

This is the wonderful Triss の prophecy spitting.

The Scarlet Witch has always had this attitude towards prophets, soothsayers, and soothsayers, but even Trace, who hates prophecy so much, will bring a subtle sense of identification with "this seat admits that you are indeed strong" when talking about the "special unit" of the shadow elves.

She had dealt with the Weaver Maidens a few times during her travels around the continent, and she admitted that the spider priests of the Spider Ladies did have two brushes.

And now, Murphy has also experienced first-hand the strength of the Weaver Girl in this regard.

Eventor in front of her didn't see the truth that Murphy was a hanger, but she did interpret the prophecy that the vampire governor would definitely participate in the change of the world, and she was extremely powerful.

Before Murphy had yet to show his ambitions on the mainland stage, Villanzor had already come all the way to be the "Minister of the Dragon".

She had really chosen a perfect time to sell herself to Murphy, and now that the Governor was seriously lacking in high-end power, talents like her could be reused as soon as they were accepted.

But here's the problem.

She had to convince Murphy to accept her, which was really hard.

For what she prays for is trust.

This is a relationship that is more difficult to obtain than mere allegiance and recognition, and in order to achieve this, Velanther, who met for the first time, put away almost all the bad things about being a shadow elf, and behaved like a holy moon elf, humbly standing in front of Murphy and waiting for the question of the "future master".

To describe Verancer's current state in a less apt way, it's like a humble female licking dog.

However, her humility was still exchanged for Murphy's skeptical gaze.

This is normal.

No person with a brain would trust a woman who had known her for less than half an hour in such a situation, especially if this woman was still a shadow elf with six hands.

The negative buffs are almost stacked with yes.

"Tell me, what the hell is going on in Mejewa?"

Murphy rubbed his eyebrows and asked:

"It is one of the thirteen families of the Shadow Elves, the backbone of the Shadow Elf civilization, and I have learned from a trusted friend of mine that you have been guarding the path from the Eternal Rift to the Dark Mountains for hundreds of years.

You are the local tyrant, even the gnolls dare not provoke you, you have a powerful city and hundreds of thousands of people who are subordinate to you, not counting the small families who are attached to you.

You are the most powerful group of the Shadow Elves, why did you come to such a sudden demise? ”

"It was sudden, like a disaster without warning."

Murphy's mention of this made Verancer, who was trying to maintain humility in front of him, also show a trace of pain and sadness, and this very disguised drama lady sighed and said:

"No one knows when the first wave of attacks took place, or what happened before that, except that by the time I woke up from the ahem of my male pets and the guards of my guards, the city of Mejwa had already fallen a third of the way.

And by that time, less than ten minutes had passed since the start of the war.

The earth was screaming, the city was shaking, the spider temple of the Mejewa family had sunk into the rift, the entire city was torn apart by the beasts that poured out of the ground, and countless people had lost their lives before they could react.

The fallen people who crawled out of the darkness swept through the city like a storm.

There were horrible sounds of chewing and gnawing everywhere, and I was horrified, to tell you the truth, I was terrified.

The samurai and commanders of the clan went crazy and gathered their soldiers everywhere, but before they could reorganize their forces, the catastrophe entered the second phase, and the terrifying dimensional meteorite was summoned to smash into the city, and I swore that I saw a group of burning humanoid monsters in the flames of that astral plane, and they were on a rampage, and nothing could stop them!

Those invading lunatics don't care about the casualties of their own people, as if their only goal is to take our city, but they don't care if the city is intact or not.

The temple where I live was hit by three meteorites.

The chaotic astral aura overwhelmed my guards, and I could only muster myself up and bring weapons to try to break out of the encirclement.

I tried my best to leave the city and ask for help from my fellow travelers through the secret art of the Weaver Maiden, but it was then that fate suddenly showed me the way forward.

Lady Spider speaks to me!

He whispered in my ear and asked me to go to Transcia immediately.

He said the future was there.

As you can see, the humble me, apparently a sincere clergyman, did not hesitate to give up contacting others, rushed out of the city besieged by destruction, and reassembled a group of frightened family members on the dark path of the Eternal Rift, and led them all the way to Translasia.

Just as I entered the Barren Mountain, I once again caught the ripples of the flow of fate.

I saw your warriors slaughter dangerous gnolloll warlocks in the flames.

I saw them walking with the Ancient Serpent.

I have also seen you, handsome, walking majestically in the supreme glory of the Creator.

So, I knew I couldn't move forward.

If I recklessly enter the filthy swamp, I will surely ruin the victory you have planned.

So, my followers and I stayed in the Barren Mountains, found the gladiators and their descendants who had fled from Mejwa City more than sixty years ago, bought a small village from them, and waited silently for fate to come.

That's all there is to the story. ”

Velanther humbly folded her hands folded on her flat belly, but she still had four hands hanging down at her sides, like a maid serving her master.

Murphy was sure that Velanther hadn't told her all about what she had experienced, but what she said should be true, because from the moment the Weaver Girl spoke, the power of desire had quietly seeped into her heart.

Murphy didn't just listen to her description, but the voice of the Weaver Girl revealed that this was the case.

"I don't really care if we can agree on a partnership with the descendants of the gladiators."

The Weaver Maiden said softly:

"They're just a bunch of poor creatures who think they have a choice, but in reality they don't have a choice right now. Only by throwing myself into your warm arms like the humble me and fighting for your supreme will is the only fateful way!

It's just that they're too stupid to see through the guidance of fate, and they're not as smart and obedient as I am.

You don't need them at all, Murphy master.

As long as you nod your head, me and my followers will be your deadly vanguard.

I have already set out to choose your servants when I fled the city of decay for my true destiny, and although my followers are small, there are thirty sword minstrands among the two hundred people, and the rest are assassins and psionists trained by the Mejewa family.

I won't choose the underdog to join my queue because I know that you don't need the underdog to serve you.

The best part is that their hearts have been shattered by disaster, and if you accept them, they will soon become your faithful servants.

And if all this is not proof of my burning heart of service, then I will also tell you that the blade of nature, which had fallen into the hands of the Mistress of the Mejeva family and once belonged to the church of Avalon, was hidden by me on the way we came.

As long as you ask, I'll be happy to contribute the Tempest Bow as a gift

Ah, behold how stupid I can be, lowly!

That is the treasure that fate has given you, and we just return it to its original owner. ”

She stopped talking flattering and praising her strange black and white eyes looking at Murphy expectantly, while the vampire governor remained silent, he had to admit that it was a good feeling to be so praised by a graceful female licking dog, no wonder so many faint kings couldn't resist the praise of the courtiers.

But Murphy managed to keep his senses, and it was a few minutes before he put the sword into its scabbard, and said in a strange tone:

"Are you life-weavers so good at talking? Looking at your remarks, it makes me feel like I'm sorry for myself if I don't accept you. But the problem is, no one likes a betrayer, Lady Villanser.

If you could betray your clan and join an obscure vampire because of a prophecy, then I'm afraid that in the future, if you receive another oracle, will you leave me behind and join someone else?

I know that it would be inappropriate to discuss this issue at this time.

But I feel like we have to sort this out before we get to the next step. ”

"Your concerns are real, which is a testament to your wisdom and the simplicity of solving this problem."

Veranser let out a royal sister's laugh, she stepped forward, pulled the small amount of clothing from her shoulder, revealing her delicate collarbone, and said:

"Then prove my fiery loyalty with the supreme connection of the blood, Lord Murphy, come, devour my blood and make me your heir, and I will lose myself as a loyal servant at your disposal.

That would be a terrible end for any sane man, but fortunately, my God has given me the grace to allow me to temporarily deviate from the destiny she has woven at this time, and this is what I most desire at the moment.

Come on.

Don't be sorry, just swallow it.

I'm a shadow elf, you know, we love pain and we enjoy it.

As for the minions

I guess the skills I have seen and learned in the city of Mejewa in my 313 years of life are all prepared for my duty to serve you. ”

Speaking of which, the life-weaver girl who was still pretending to be very serious just now finally showed the proper posture of the shadow elf, she looked at Murphy's extremely handsome face, licked her lips and felt that her body seemed to be warm.

She said:

"Do you want to 'inspect the goods' first? Master.

Do you want to test if I have the skills to be your loyal servant?

Lo and behold, I've prepared everything in advance.

Dark cells, clean beds, robes that can be easily torn apart, charms to enhance pleasure, barbed whips, sharp knives and spiked collars"

"Please, don't say any more! If you continue to talk about it, you won't be able to pass the trial. ”

Murphy sensibly terminated the weaving girl who showed an increasingly outrageous nature, and he waved his hand and scolded:

"I don't want to understand you at all, I want to maintain the last bit of purity in the life of a vampire who has fallen to midnight, if you want to serve me, please put away these indecent jokes.

It would make me feel like a little boy who was surrounded and teased by the evil big sisters.

It is said that you shadow elves are 'ahead' of the entire continent in this regard, and I have finally experienced it myself, and you have really completed this thing into an art that is 'terrifying' from every angle.

But you are a priest, a clergyman.

Will Lady Spider really allow me to take your faith with me? And your true form doesn't seem to be able to accommodate the transformation of you by the blood of the Sinner. ”

"It's just that the physical plane will not be transformed, but the soul can be bound."

Velencher shook his head and said:

"The power of the Weaver Maiden comes from the gift of the Spider Lady's divine power, and our bodies are shaped into containers for the Spider Lady's divine power in the material world, ready for the arrival of the Lady at any time, this is the power that the blood of the sin seed cannot erase!

I'm not going to be a vampire like the rest of your minions.

But your gift will transform my power attributes, allowing me to move from the realm of toxins and corruption to the heavens of shadow and blood.

This change in strength doesn't make me weaker, but it does turn me into your blood servant.

The effectiveness of Midnight Blood Pact is not affected.

As for faith, as I have said earlier, I have come here at the request of Lady Spider, and it is clear that Lady is watching you, and this fiery attention from the abyss will allow me to leave her kingdom and enter your shadow.

My body and my existence will belong to you, but my heart will still belong to Lady Spider. ”

"Ha, I see, you'll be the eyes of Lady Spider!"

Murphy nodded, shrugged his shoulders and said:

"Like the gods of the north wind and the Holy Spirit of the East, they have placed their eyes beside me to focus on and participate in my life and destiny.

But I have one last question.

It's not about you, it's about Ms. Spider.

A friend of mine was curious to know, what exactly is the relationship between Lady Spider and the other faces of Avalon? This is a theological question, and the answer may have given my friend new inspiration in this field. ”

"There is no one else here, master, and you can say that it is the answer you want to know, and it is impossible for me to tell anyone but you the mystery of this spirit.

You know, anyone who dares to raise this blasphemous issue in front of Lady Spider's followers will be hacked to death at once, their bodies chopped into puree to feed Lothmon, and their souls will be the price for the Lifeweaver to peek into the future.

However, you are special in your handsomeness and majesty.

You are always special, you have all the privileges of the world, and your humble servants will tell you that you want to know everything.

If you ask, I will answer. ”

Clearly, Villanzer is a woman who is very good at fighting snakes and sticks, and although she has not yet made a blood pact, she has begun to address Murphy by her master.

It was so natural, without a hint of awkwardness, as if she had been born as a servant of Murphy.

Well, what a terrible woman from every angle.

She approached Murphy's ear, stretched out her nimble tongue as if flirting, and drew a circle around the vampire's ear, before she spoke:

"Lady Spider represents darkness, and the other face is the light that cowardly Avalon longs for, and he was originally a star djinn full of hope and harnessing the natural rebirth, but he has been fighting in the abyss for too long, so he is also looked back by the abyss.

The pure and majestic God also saw the darkness born in his heart, and he couldn't accept it and even wanted to cut himself off, but at this most critical moment, the Spider Lady appeared!

He took the place of the cowardly Avalon to bear the terrible darkness and depravity, allowing hope and rebirth to continue to shine in the abyss of subspace.

However, the brighter the light, the stronger the darkness.

The theologians of the material world cannot comprehend this sublime relationship, and Lady Spider is not the pathetic face of Avalon, my master! The Spider Lady is the shadow of Avalon, the other side of Him, the entanglement of darkness and light, the bond of destruction and hope, the unity of opposition and invisible twin born of contradiction.

Lady Spider clearly doesn't like Avalon's cowardice, and Avalon also wants to get rid of Lady Spider's increasingly greedy absorption, and one day, the two great beings will say goodbye to each other and start a new destiny.

But the gods can't hurt themselves, and it's not so easy for them to be separated.

I.

I am a servant of the Spider Lady, and I owe everything to her desires, as I am doing now.

The lady thinks you can help Him.

And in this case, ironically and emotionally, the cowardly Avalon also thinks that you can help him.

Lo and behold, the fact that Light and Darkness have chosen the same person without warning when they fight in the abyss means that you have a doomed choice to make in the future, well, my supreme master is such an amazing vampire. ”

Velanther sighed in Murphy's ear, and she said:

"Beware of the other gods, master, they don't set their sights on you out of sheer curiosity, believe me, they have their own purposes, and the gods are not to be trusted, except for Lady Spider.

Unfortunately, I am only a humble mortal, and my voyeur of fate has taken me on too much, and for your safety, I can only say that.

So, master, can you start the blood pact?

Is it possible to play with a little thrill means?

My heart and body are so hot that I obviously can't wait to embrace my new life. ”

(End of chapter)