The group of slave traders saw the young warriors parked on the side of the street and immediately cast a wary glance. God knows how many poison-quenching darts are hidden under the magic cloaks of these slave traders, and maybe several staves of energy that can turn the convict into a mass of char in the blink of an eye.

While the slave trade is a "legal" industry in drow society, slave traders are also a high-risk activity. After buying slaves, the housewives of many city-states did not mind turning these lowly refugees who were professional slave traders into spare sacrifices or live specimens. Therefore, every time-honored caravan engaged in the slave trade is also a powerful mercenary group, ensuring that those insatiable mistresses will not tear them down and eat them by the way.

The slave trader at the head looked at the too simple magic cloak on the young warrior's body, and then gave the order to the team to "pause" in Drow sign language, and then bowed lightly to the other party, and greeted with an exaggerated expression: "Isn't this the vice president of the Male Warrior Guild, the second son of the Fourth Ruling Family, Lord Sorafion? ”

Solafien glanced indifferently at the slave trader named Nisedir.

The thin, small, drow had a short, pointed face that looked like a fox in a forest on the surface. His long hair draped behind his head took on an eerie copper-hued, a color that only said one thing to the drow elves who were born to be as white as snow: his bloodline was mixed with the "dirty" blood of the surface elves, and the metallic sheen of the hair color probably came from the lineage of some surface elf noble.

"The guild of male warriors doesn't need slaves, these cowardly things are only delivered to the altar, Nisedir. Answering the slave trader so contemptuously, Sorafien turned his gaze to the cage. There is no way, a priestess of the queen of the spider god has become a slave girl, this kind of thing is too rare in drow society.

Although the Spider God Queen is an out-and-out evil god, the social norms she created for Drow almost completely take care of the interests of Drow women.

Generally speaking, there are only two ways for a drow priestess to legally die:

First, the direct children of the family who lost the war must be put to death, including the noble priestesses. Of course, sideline priestesses are often adopted by the victorious family's family to strengthen the family.

Second, if a priestess is proven to be an angry spider god, then any drow, even a lowly outcast and slave, has the right to kill her.

Either way, putting a spider-queen priestess in a cage as a slave for sale is too challenging for drow society.

Raising his chin, Sorafien quietly asked with his lips, "What's the matter with that slave girl?" ”

"It was the loot we captured outside the ruins of the defeated city of Gacharov. The slave trader replied triumphantly, "She is a criminal abandoned by the Spider God, for she is no longer able to serve as the Goddess's scepter, and has become a utterly useless waste." ”

This is also very common, and the Spider God, as a temperamental evil god, is not a good master for her priests.

The evil goddess who presides over the fate of the Drow Elves is like a web-knotted spider, sensing every trembling of the Drow race in the web of fate. Although this evil god is not omniscient and omnipotent at all, those drow elves who are especially concerned by the Spider God Queen, as well as those priestesses who often perform bloody murder rituals on the altar, are too deeply bound to this evil god, and every move cannot escape the Spider God's perception.

Therefore, as long as a priestess, or a family led by a mistress, and an inattentive and extremely sensitive evil god, the goddess will never give the "sinner" the slightest response until they have completed their atonement.

And a priestess who has not received divine grace, who cannot perform even the most basic healing magic, in this cruel place of the dark region, it is obvious what will happen.

Retracting his gaze, the vice president of the Male Warrior Guild glanced at the slave trader again, and the corners of his mouth raised contemptuously: "A loser who has lost the favor of the goddess, this is not a valuable sacrifice. But for the sake of her face and figure, you can sell her to the city of Shamma, north of Gacharov. ”

Shammas City, the capital of the Dark Web, is a city located in the middle of the Dark Regions with a very long history, even eight hundred years before the city of Morsobra, founded by the Spider God's chosen electorate, the "Unrelated One". However, its reputation in drow society has been mixed, with the city ruled by a joint council of powerful mages, while the Spider Priests have been relegated to a secondary position.

Therefore, as soon as the old priests of the city of Shamas were mentioned, they prayed to the Spider God to rain down on her invincible wrath and to destroy the profane city that dared to be ruled by men. But for many ambitious Drow mages, the city of Sharmaz was a role model, an ideal that freed mages from the oppression and torment of the mad priestess.

It was only in the city of Shammas that someone would want to buy a former priestess as a slave girl. In other drow city-states, the nobles who simply expressed this idea were bound into cocoons of enchanted spider silk and soaked in dilute sulfuric acid. The enraged priestesses had enough patience to watch as a living elf slowly turned into a pile of rotten rotten flesh in a pool of acid.

One last glance at the women in the cage, Sorafien silently prepared to leave.

But the short time spent in Solaphion, and the respectful attitude of the slave traders, was enough for the priestess in the cage to sort out the information available.

Trying to hide the fear and helplessness in her voice, the beautiful white-haired beauty cried out, "Man, I am from the city of Morsoblay, and I am the daughter of the Divider family! I can also forget the unpleasantness of these days, and I will not hold these homeless people accountable for their offense!"

As a priestess from a noble family of Drow, the Drow girl's reaction was quite shrewd, even taking into account the reactions of the slave traders. Generally speaking, these chambers of commerce that operate in the various drow city-states are not very willing to offend the high-ranking drow nobles in each city-state, as this often means that a city-state's trade routes are completely cut off. Even the most lawless slave traders were unwilling to provoke the murderous revenge of the powerful nobles from morning to night.

But Nisedir, who had a fox face, glanced at the priestess in the cage and replied in a more relaxed tone: "The Deaver family, the former fourth ruling family of Mosoblay City, then we can go to Shamas City with confidence, the little princess of the Deaver family." ”

Stroking the long, copper-colored hair, which was too bright, Nisedir said, "I have heard that after the Gina Fey mistress of the House of Devot foolishly angered the great gods, her daughter committed a blasphemous sin in an important sacrifice. Because of this, all the priests of the Deaver family lost their divine grace, and not long ago, the fourth ruling family was wiped out by the 10th-ranked Ducha family. ”

Staring at the girl in the cage with great interest, the slave trader retorted cheerfully, "Guess what kind of reward I would receive if I sent you to the Mareth Mistress of the Ducha family? ”

Solafien watched calmly as the young priestess fell from hope to despair, and then silently withdrew her body into the shadows of the side street.

Whether it's a triumphant slave trader or a bluffing desperate girl, the vice president of the Male Warrior Guild is unhappy.

No, not unpleasant, but angry, anger that is never allowed.

It's just that this anger is well hidden, and even if an old drow beggar suddenly sprang out from under his feet, he would not show it in the slightest.

In the Drow city-state, the profession of beggar is actually quite rare, and it is better to ask the drow elf to give alms to a beggar, it is better to let him kill the other party directly. But the queen of the spider god on high seems to have a different view, and in many of the religious festivals that followed chaos in the praise of chaos in the Drow city-states, the goddess of chaos repeatedly issued oracles: beggars and thieves must be left in the city, and at certain times, alms must be given to them, and their evil deeds should be tolerated.

It sounded as if the goddess didn't think the Drow city-states were safe enough.

The old beggar who was holding Sorafien's boots, wrapped in filthy rags, spoke quickly and urgently, with a distinctly dark northern accent: "Please don't hurt me, I just want to rest here for a while......"

Solafien tried to kick the old guy away, but the other man hugged him so tightly that he probably had little hope of getting rid of him if he didn't cut off both of his hands.

Reluctantly pulling out a small gem, Solafien threw it at the old fellow's feet: "Take it, get out of here, and don't try to challenge my patience." Understand that you scum are still in Ustnazar only because of the grace of the Goddess!"

It seemed that the luster of the gem attracted the old Hanako, and he didn't even add much to it, but quickly picked up the gem, and then left a small thing in place like a treasure: "Goddess first, I will never forget your grace!"

After saying a word, the strange old beggar jumped towards the gutter in the shadows, and when he heard a plop, he did not know where the old man had fled.

Losing a small gem is not even a fortune for the vice president of the Male Warrior Guild, and these rat-like outcasts in the civilian area are not worth stirring up.

Solafien gently kicked the little thing left by the old beggar with the tip of his boot, and the little green stone beads rolled mischievously on the ground.

This is a cheap jadeite bead.

In the north of the mainland, jadeite jewelry is very popular with nobles. However, in the southern countries of the continent, there are so many jade veins here that no one regards this translucent green stone as a precious gem, whether it is the inhabitants of the surface or the city-states underground.

Leaning over to pick up the emerald bead, the young warrior whispered a syllable of unknown meaning, invisible magic flowing around the emerald bead, transmitting the message from the bead to the drow elf.

Like most ores in the Dark Regions, this Emerald Orb has a naturally rich magic and solidifies a very botched protective spell that slightly increases Fire Elemental Resistance. As a magic amulet, this kind of inferior product with rough craftsmanship and cheap materials is probably only worn by civilians in the lower classes of the city, and I don't know where the old beggar got it.

Slipping the bead into his pocket, Solafien shook his head slightly, throwing away all the troubles along the way. The reason why he came to the lower level of the city was to breathe in the relatively free air, not to make more trouble for himself.

Taking out a simple mask from under the magic cloak and putting it on his face, the vice president of the Male Warrior Guild changed his appearance in an instant. The tall figure became thinner, and his back was unnaturally slumped, and under the cover of the mask, he could still see the vertical and horizontal furrows on his face.

Except for the heads of the ruling families, no one else cared about an old man. Perhaps they had accumulated enough experience and cunning over the years, but unfortunately the priestesses would not let an old man climb into their bed, and even when offering sacrifices to the queen of the spider gods, the priestesses preferred to choose those young drows who were muscular and handsome.

So the old Drow, the drow who couldn't hold a sword, and the drow who didn't become a great magician, the best ending was to wait for death in the lower city of Ustnazar. Or worse, being used as a target by passing drow youths to practice sword swinging and darts.

Silently turning into a narrow alleyway, Sorafion, moving in the shadows, burrowed into the crack between the two ruined houses.

The walls are so narrow that the ruined houses are so dilapidated that they are almost on the verge of ruins, and almost no one notices the movement.

Drilling through the cracks in the wall, Sorafien's figure was enveloped in darkness. A moment later, a cold glimmer shone lightly on the drow's face.

It was a small hidden room, the walls were inlaid with magic crystals for lighting, and the bookcase, alchemy lab table, and a chaise longue covered with the skin of the Los animal were all furnished. Solafien, standing in the middle of the room, watched everything in the room.

Everything was exactly the same as it had been when it had left, the transparent walls coldly cutting off the space, and the four walls switched back and forth between certain scenes of Ustnazar.

Yes, in the eyes of the inhabitants of Ustnazar, Sorafien is a cold and dangerous warrior, but no one knows that he is also a magician who hides his identity as a spellcaster. This small abode hidden in the void looks simple and lacks outstanding atmosphere, but in the Warlock Academy, only a few high-level members have the ability to independently construct this kind of spatial concealment shelter.

In a dark area, you can't go wrong with a few good hands.

Placing all the miscellaneous items he had with him on his workbench and sitting on a chaise longue covered in the thick fur of the Loth, Ustnaza's best warrior and most hidden mage looked up at the ceiling, the transparent walls projecting images of the city center. Huge stalagmite columns form the complex, which, when viewed from the air, looks like a spider ready to lay eggs.

It was the Spider Lodge in Ustnazar, and all the female members of the Drow nobles were to enter the Spider Lodge after celebrating their twenty-fifth birthday. Twenty-five is a wonderful time for the drow elves who have long lives, but they must devote this time to the realm of the spider god queen, learning how to torture men with snake whips, how to scalp their fathers with blunt knives, how to make the elves lying on the altar suffer the most torture and keep angry, and even learn how to summon demons and use their bodies to please these monsters of the lower realms.

The Spider Academy, the Warlock Academy, and the Fighting Martial Tower are the educational institutions that every Drow city-state must be equipped with, and they are also the most important gateway to corrupt the hearts of the Drow elves.

The history and sins of the Drow Elves are stored in these distorted buildings.

Even if it was only through the magic of prophecy, the mage disguised as a warrior sensed that the cloud of chaos that hung over Ustnazar had devoured the emotions and sanity of the Drow Elves, the spider web of fate woven by the Spider God, and bound all the Drow Elves between her eight long legs.

And now, this cloud of chaos is now going to devour him, and her.

Fili, the eldest daughter of the first family, Desbana, was a noble-born woman who received so much preferential treatment in the Spider Church that she retained some traits that the priestesses considered "unrealistic". Instead of following the teachings of the post-chaos era, she buried her love and lover on the altar, but kept a secret relationship with the vice president of the Male Warrior Guild.

This is not a real betrayal for the Spider God Queen, but it is also a provocation. Even though the priestesses of House Desbana were unable to detect the details of this underground affair through the divination plate after a lot of magical interference, some details were enough for House Desbana's Adurex Mistress to guess some of the facts.

The eldest daughter of the Desbana family fell in love, rather than simply looking for a father-in-waiting for pleasure, which is a big or small matter. If Sorafien had been just an insignificant little person, he would have been dragged to the altar of the House of Desbanna, where the lovely priestess would have gouged out his heart as atonement for his sins.

But as the vice president of the Male Warrior Guild, even the Adurex Mistress couldn't publicly execute him. This position was certainly dangerous, but it also became a talisman for young warriors.

In the end, Philip Desbana will re-enter the Spider Church and cleanse her soul of the stain with a pious priestly practice. As the vice president of the Male Warrior Guild, Sorafien can protect herself from being dragged to the altar, but she can't break into the Spider Church to take her lover.

In fact, breaking into the Spider Church is also useless. During a recent war on the surface, Mistress Adules "admired" his martial prowess, and spoke of how her daughter, who had "gone to the Spider Church for a second time", revered the Spider Way reverently, and served as the Church's glorious assistant to dig out the hearts of the victims.

In the city-state of Drow, destroying a powerful enemy is difficult, and it takes the mastermothers to weave countless intrigues. But it's easy to destroy a little bit of goodness.

Perhaps, this is the after-show that the goddess on high is most happy to watch?

Silently staring at the images projected on the four walls, the mage, who had been active as a warrior, stood up and pulled out a small box from the bookcase. The box is reinforced with several spells to evade detection, prevent contact, and even arrange extremely dangerous magic traps to ensure that any drow who tries to force it open will be killed.

But the young mage who opened the lid of the box just stared at the hand-copied pamphlet lying at the bottom of the box.

The booklet was made from the leather of a young Lothmon, and the original gray-white leather was congealed with patches of old blood.

The mage who picked up the booklet flipped through it in silence. In fact, he had memorized every word in it for a long time, but every time he read this sketchy manuscript, he felt a secret excitement in Sorafien.

It was the excitement of touching the greatest taboo in Drow society.

On the title page of the booklet, a small poem was written in the Drow language, and all that was legible was the beginning and end of the recognizable sentences, except for the bloodstained part:

Black waves rushing on the shimmering sea,

Don't be afraid of the web of rocks.

The shackles lock your ankles,

The rushing torrent drows in the rancid mud pool.

......

Sleepy underwater,

The spring can still be conceived.

Poetry was a luxury in drow society, and no drow took the trouble to write poetry except for the sacrificial words in praise of Rose, and the laments of the prisoners were more pleasing to the priestesses than the singing of the bards. Of course, some commoners would learn how to please the nobility with music, and there were also special bands among the nobility, and these instrumental slaves were responsible for playing music at the nobles' banquets. For example, the "Feast of Naidra", which was very popular in Drow society, always featured the magnificent fighting and dancing of the host and guests, and such a banquet naturally required a skilled slave player. But poetry, a pastime that tests the intellect and knowledge, is too weak and a waste of time.

The drow elves, who enjoy poetry and singing, and whose way of life is closer to that of the surface elves, have only one group—the Dark Maidens who rebel against Rose's ways and follow Eliestria. And the poem is full of malicious metaphors of reality, except for those who oppose the Drow society, probably no Drow elf would use the term "rancid mud pool" to describe the Drow city-state.

The pamphlet was supposed to be handed over to the post-chaos priests in the first place, but it was the spoils of a raid on Sodenisra's outer defenses. And in this kind of dangerous surface raid war, basically no priestess is willing to risk going to the front line.

For the average Drow soldier, keeping a copy of Priest Elistra's book in his possession would be enough to make him the best sacrifice on the altar. But for a Drow mage, it was not a big deal to collect a few contraband books that described surface knowledge, ancient elven history, and the teachings of the elven gods, as long as he could guarantee that he would not be caught by the priestesses.

At first, Sorafien read the forbidden knowledge of drow society out of curiosity peculiar to a spellcaster. After all, as the vice president of the Male Warrior Guild, Sorafion's resume is perfect, and he is already a winner in the power game of Drow society, and even the martial arts chiefs of many sub-ruling families have to show him a certain level of respect, which is a high position that most of his peers cannot imagine, and there seems to be no reason to betray this place that gave him glory and status.

But now, the booklet is becoming more and more attractive to him.

At the very least, the goddess dancing in the moonlight would not want to grab them on the altar and dismantle them because of the love affair between her followers.

However, Sorafien still had some doubts about the creed of the Moon Dancer: "A new heaven and earth on the surface of the earth awaits you, and that great land of light lies in it." Return peacefully to the surface and bask in the sun once again, with its verdant trees and blooming flowers. ”

This was the last page of the codex, and unlike the ancient elven wars that preceded it, it was written in a bright green pigment that would not be detracted from its color even if it was stained with blood.

But for a high-ranking warrior who has been in charge of attacking Sodenisra all year round, the verdant trees and blooming flowers are no more beautiful than the mossy plains and giant mushroom forests. And around Sodenisra, almost every tree is buried with the spell trap of ancient elven magic, and every blooming flower becomes a carnivorous predator.

If a drow had seen enough of how the magicians of the city of life, Sodenisra, had transformed the forest, escaped from the war plants that strangled their necks, the leaves that burrowed into their spinal cords, and the pitcher plants that preyed on the drow warriors, they probably wouldn't have the idea of moving to the surface.

Eventually, the mage who had hidden his identity put the booklet back in the box, cast the spell again, and put it back in the bookcase. He sat down on the chaise longue covered in the furs of the Loth beasts, slowly leveled his breath, and stood up to leave.

From this point on, he was no longer the mage in the hidden space who hated the Chaos Queen, but the vice president of a cold-tempered and decisive male warrior guild.

In the space where the master left, the inconspicuous jade bead on the workbench rolled gently.

The emerald green jade beads became more transparent, and the pale silver brilliance wrapped around the jade beads, revealing the fine stone flocs inside the jade, like a tree with lush branches and leaves, opening like an umbrella cover.

Under the tree, a drowning woman was dancing.

And among the branches of that giant tree, Xia Yuan Taiyijun squatted very unvividly, and then thought about it, he was not surnamed Sun, and finally changed to a posture of sitting with his legs crossed.

Reaching out to climb a green branch, and weaving a wreath slowly and methodically in his hand, Xia Yuan Taiyijun still glanced at the dancer under the moon.

The eagle strikes the sky, the fish dives to the bottom of the sea, this is the nature of living beings, and the nature of the dark girl is not to wear clothes?

In the blink of an eye, the wreath has taken shape, and the verdant leaves with a rich woody fragrance are dotted with fine golden inflorescences like millet, so that the woody fragrance of the green leaves and the sweet fragrance of the golden flower are mixed, making the wreath a crown of pure fragrance.

Yuntai Tiantong and Lingquan Tiantong were on the side of Xia Yuan Taiyijun, and without command, they both held the Xianghua crown, floated down, and gently and skillfully put it on the head of the goddess who showed the figure of a girl.

The well-dressed Xia Yuan Taiyijun and Elise Cui, who had nothing but a flower crown, looked at each other on and off the trees.

In the end, it was Xia Yuan Taiyijun who first looked away, the pure natural life habits of the dark girl, it would be better to change to a goddess, and it would be a little embarrassing to meet her at home.

In this way, if you want not to be embarrassed, then hurry up and talk about some serious things.

"It seems that this vice-president, who disguises melancholy with coldness, is very popular with you. ”

"He's in a state of confusion," Elise said, gently pulling her sideburns to her ears in a mournful tone that she could never erase. "It's just that he's still hesitating whether to deviate from my mother's spider ways. ”

Speaking of this, she raised her head and looked at Xia Yuan Taiyijun: "So what do you think, should you give this confused young Zhuoer some correct guidance?"

"I'm happy to help people in distress, Ms. Dancer. Xia Yuan Taiyijun did not answer directly, but talked about a seemingly unrelated matter: "But how to 'save from doom', there must be an objective standard for this matter." ”

Picking a fragrant leaf from between the branches and sniffing it at the tip of his nose, Xia Yuan Taiyijun immediately kneaded the leaves into a ball, pulled out the leaf veins and leaf stems, and woven them into a short human shape, holding it up in the palm of his hand. This rough little doll was lying half-dead in the palm of Xia Yuan Taiyijun, and its slightly twitching body seemed to be swinging.

"For example, this old gentleman in the palm of my hand, who is very sick, and sincerely congratulates me, and asks me to help him get rid of his afflictions. So here's the question—"

"What kind of relief does this old man who is about to come to the end of his life need? Will he eradicate all his illness at once and finish the last journey of his life happily, or will he simply stop his suffering and let him return to the embrace of death?"

Without waiting for Elistry to answer, Xia Yuan Taiyijun replied with a sigh: "Life and death, this is a journey that life must go through, and I am not a god in charge of death and life, whether it is to increase life expectancy or euthanasia, it is not something I should ask." Since it is said to be the solution of calamity, I should not deny the calamity itself, but can only focus on 'solving the problems caused by the calamity', which is the original meaning of 'eliminating calamity and relieving misfortune'. ”

Speaking of this, Xia Yuan Taiyi Jun spread his hands: "For this young man from Ustnazar, his position is stable and safe, although the love has been dismantled, it can be regarded as an unfortunate thing. But there is no superficial marriage system in Drow society, and a priestess who is too young occasionally has a heart for a handsome young man, and this kind of dew marriage is too short-lived, even if the little lovers are really combined, it is just a master-slave relationship between 'master mother' and 'father-in-waiting'. Regardless of whether they are separated or not, in my opinion, they will never be a serious husband and wife, a qualified couple, let alone a husband and wife, and a phoenix to be dismantled. ”

The meaning of these words is very clear - the "love" entanglement of the Drow elves? In this chaotic state of the Drow city-state that only talks about rolling the sheets and does not talk about feelings, I have to see a Drow couple who is really more in love than Jinjian!

When these words came out, Elise Emerald pondered for a moment before nodding: "Since you think so, then we can take another look." ”

"Naturally, we should take another look. ”

......

.........

The Spider Church in Ustnazar is no different from the similar "women's university" in every Drow city-state.

The probationary priests, dressed in low-shouldered robes of black and red, then knelt around the teaching hostes in the most reverent posture and listened to the glorious history of their grandmothers 10,000 years ago.

The history of Drow, written under the will of the Queen of the Spider God, basically replaces the things that the Drow Elves did to the surface elves and other races with the perpetrators of the crimes. And the Drow Elf, who has been "insulted and damaged" and "suffered all misfortunes", must take revenge on all this.

Therefore, the four-hour hate education always caused the teaching mother to fall into a twisted emotion that their master had tasted-

"This year's mushroom harvest failed—"

"It's all the surface elves' fault!"

"The grey dwarf thieves have attacked our caravan—"

"It's all the surface elves' fault!"

"The Psionic Monster has annihilated our expeditionary team—"

"It's all the surface elves' fault!"

"I killed ten males in one night, and I couldn't find a suitable bed pet—"

"It's all the surface elves' fault!"

Such sermons and "history lessons" eventually become trainee priestesses excitedly tearing off their not very tight robes and venting all their grievances in life to their close relatives on the surface.

It should be said that in a place like the Drow society, which is deliberately controlled by some god, the pressure has accumulated enough that it is also good to establish a common imaginary enemy, which is also beneficial to the rule.

When the Drow elves are happy to hunt the surface elves, at least they don't have the strength and heart to show their fangs at the mastermothers, do they?

Outside of these half-deranged priestesses, a petite priestess stares indifferently at the daily sermons of the Spider Church.

Unlike the cleanly dressed rookies, the priestess with an obsidian dagger around her waist wore a bloodstained white vestment.

The use of color is also a university problem in the realm of the Spider God, those bright and bright colors have always been unpopular, and the white robe is even more insulting. Only those priestesses, who were considered to be contrary to the way of the spider, would wear such robes as a symbol of atonement.

Behind her, a tall priestess was caressing her face: "According to the oracle recently obtained by the Masters of Teaching, we are going on a hunt to capture two criminals who have betrayed the gods. They were nobles from the northern city of Morsoblay, but they had tarnished the glory of the Queen of God. Mistress Adulles has asked me to tell you that if you can complete this hunt on your own and sacrifice the criminals to the gods, you will be able to complete your atonement practice. ”

Philip Desbanna, the eldest daughter of the First Ruling Family, was once a promising priestess.

But since the drow elves serve an evil god whose marriage has failed, it is only natural that all good marriages and relationships will be regarded as a betrayal of the queen of the gods, and it is extremely serious blasphemy.

Working as a handyman in the Spider Church, responsible for the dirtiest corpse disposal during the sacrifice process, is the atonement practice of Philip Desbanna.

Once, her life at the Spider Church was easy and pleasant. Girls from ordinary aristocratic families share a dwelling with their companions, and are constantly on the lookout for daggers and poisons from their roommates. But in the Spider Academy, she has always used the single lounge that can only be enjoyed by the teaching mothers, there are no narrow cots, low desks, and even the cutlery is a full set of gemstones.

This was the privilege that the eldest daughter of the first family deserved, but when her mother found out that her daughter was naïve in love, she immediately demoted her to the Spider Church as a handyman to atone for her sins.

Gently pulling the robe on her body that had been stained with blood and had nowhere to wash, the girl who seemed to be accustomed to the rancid smell narrowed her eyes slightly: "Can I recruit some soldiers myself?"

A smile appeared on the corner of the priestess in charge of the message: "If it is a soldier who does not serve the other ruling families, and those lowly outcasts in the lower city, you can recruit them in the name of the family." ”

In front of the priestess, Fili took off her blood-stained robe without hesitation, and her smooth and smooth body fell directly to the ground. The eldest daughter of the First Ruling House silently repeated the name of the cruel goddess,

After a moment, she raised her head, her stray white hair hanging down her forehead, and smiled to the priestess of her family with a smile so bright that it made people tremble: "The goddess has shown me a wonderful and interesting thing again. ”

Looking at Fili like this, the priestess of the House of Desbana immediately turned her bracelet and took out a gorgeous long dress decorated with the coat of arms of the House of Desbana, a cobweb that strangled her prey.

Clearly, after a painstaking practice of atonement, the eldest daughter of the House of Desbana had regained the favor of the Queen of God. A priestess who can walk in the city-state of Drow on behalf of Rose is the scepter of the Spider God Queen on earth.

Serving Fili in a long dress, the priestess cautiously asked, "What did the Queen of God tell you?"

Fili glanced at the priestess, and saw a hint of anxiety in her flattering expression to probe into her secrets. There was a look of nostalgia on her face, but this nostalgia, with insignificant regret, disappeared into her red eyes:

"The will of the Queen of God is not something you can snoop into, so don't ask such stupid questions again. Fili stretched out her hand and pulled out the snake's head whip from the priestess's waist, and the triangular viper flatteringly landed a kiss on the back of her hand, "Now, let's go to the Male Warriors' Guild, those arrogant men don't have the courage to disobey the requisition order of the eldest daughter of the First Family!"

(End of chapter)