Beria Mayil's refusal to be an arcane scholar was furious, and an urge to commit murder immediately erupted in his heart, and the wizard was also wary of finding a way to protect himself if this woman was really a madman who did what he wanted.

Although it provoked Beria's anger, Penny did it on purpose.

He tried to attract the attention of this woman, but after being in this world for so long, he also understood that it was impossible for a submissive slave to be noticeable, especially the woman in front of him.

The sorcerer's knowledge of the elect was limited to those three unpleasant meetings, which, though far from sufficient to know a person, did not prevent Penny from giving a general and superficial impression that she was a cruel and arrogant woman.

Most people with arrogant surnames don't take a slave who can only nod their heads to heart.

The reason he had the audacity to do this was mainly because he knew from Savian's memories that this woman only had 'spiritual' authority in the Netherworld, and did not have the power to kill people by bypassing the Nether's axe, but Penny was not sure that her sanity would be able to suppress the murderous intent of anger - Penny knew very well that this woman was definitely the kind of dangerous animal who would kill people if she didn't agree with her.

When he saw Beria's breathing rate unnaturally slow down by two beats, Penny let his guard down slightly, knowing he had made the right bet.

"You don't have a lot of guts, Shade Man. Beria Mayl glanced obliquely at the Arcanist who rejected him: "How dare you refuse me?"

"Your Excellency, your broad-mindedness should be able to tolerate the petty contempt of the contemptible. Beria saw the ghostly man nodding politely at her, "I beg your pardon, I'm so busy with work every day that it's hard to squeeze in enough leisure, eh...... That's the case with my colleagues. ”

"Hmph!" The anger in her heart rose again, but she didn't feel it, this time the anger that rose was not as strong and hot as when she was rejected just now, she coldly looked up and down at the young ghost man in front of her, tall, with a respectful expression but not the humility she often saw, and suddenly had a feeling in her heart:

Isn't this person afraid of her at all?

If so, that's pretty unusual.

"Isn't serving the great Lady of the Night your job as a Netherworld?" she narrowed.

"If the Lady of the Night needs the service of a contemptible person, I will certainly feel extremely honored, and I am willing to spare some time for it, and I am sure that Lord Brainers will agree. Penny responded with a standard answer like a standard ghost man.

Rejecting a private invitation from a female voter with the surname Ren is not a political issue, but the explicit refusal to serve the Lady of Night in the Netherworld is a matter of right and wrong.

Although those high-level Arcanists in Netherworld who have lived for thousands of years have limited respect for Shar, and most of the time they are just serving the Night Lady with the idea of part-time work, but among the middle and lower freedmen of Netherworld City, the Night Lady who has blessed the city for thousands of years on the shadow plane has a high status, so that those upper echelons who have limited respect for Shar will not be stupid enough to openly express their disrespect for the death of the Night Lady, maybe several Nether princes such as Tyramante have the courage to do so- However, the result is likely to cause a violent upheaval among the various classes of the Netherworld, which in turn will lead to a split.

Neither the Shadow Princes nor the Church of Thal, who uphold the legacy of Nesser, want to see such a scene, so both sides maintain a tacit understanding.

Out of this tacit understanding, the Nether Arcanist is obligated to serve the Lady of the Night unconditionally, and of course, out of that tacit understanding, this 'unconditionality' is somewhat limited.

Belial was satisfied, and with a wave of her hand, her body floated, and Penny flew up behind her in amusement.

The scale of the temple area in the Netherworld City is unusually huge, which really opened Penny's eyes, most of the Shar temples he has seen in the past are hidden in the gutter sewers of the city, although the identity of this goddess is the oldest and most powerful nature god in the multiverse, but her teachings are really difficult for her beliefs to put on the table, probably only in a place like Netherworld City, can you see the Shar Temple of this scale.

As a high-ranking goddess elector and worshipper, Beria lived in a small room on the side of the temple's garden, which was truly dumbfounded for a moment by the furnishings - large chunks of deep crystal-covered walls and floors, and all that remained was a chair, a shrine, and no other ornaments.

From the side, you can see a corner of the bedroom, which seems to have only a bed.

What a pure monster.

Penny couldn't help but think so, but there was nothing on his face.

Beria sat down on the chair, it seemed that he had no intention of setting up a seat for Penny, and Penny didn't say anything, just maintained the calm demeanor that pretended to be - in fact, he didn't dare to let himself relax even the slightest bit in the face of this woman, with his mana, the wizard was naturally not afraid of her, but as soon as he made a move, he would definitely show his stuff, and then everything would be over.

Beria scanned Penny up and down for a while, as if to see through this ghost man thoroughly, until she frowned, because she didn't see even the slightest special thing in this yin ghost, and her appearance was okay, but she couldn't be called handsome—at least there was a gap compared to those ghost princes, and her strength was even more of a mess, and she couldn't see what was worth paying attention to about this person, thinking in her heart, her mouth was saying:

"It......'s strange that such an ordinary ghost can make that little girl like it so much?"

She kept her eyes on the wizard as she spoke, and she didn't feel anything wrong with the contempt in her tone—with her status, she really didn't need to care about the feelings of such an ordinary ghost.

She even wanted to see how the ghost man reacted when he heard this.

She wondered if this ghostly man, who wasn't too afraid of her, would continue to foolishly anger her.

She saw that the scholar shook her head, and said in a very flat tone: "It is not only extraordinary people who can be liked, and it does not take appearance, power, or power to be liked. ”

Beria felt angry again, and this sentence was combined with what she had heard at Alexia the previous day, and she heard sarcasm in it.

He me off.

Belial's eyes lit up fiercely, and she gritted her teeth into the wizard's eyes, trying to find a sarcastic look in them, and even the slightest hint of this was enough reason for her to indulge her anger.

She should have wondered how good her surname had become, if it had been before, this man's words just now would have been enough to kill him.

It seems that the anger that burst out when she was rejected by this person for the first time was not fully released, so that her reason became firmly in the upper hand, and a curiosity also made her inadvertently restrain her killing intent:

This ghost man is not like others.

What Beria saw in this person's eyes at this moment made her even more sure of this:

Frankly, honestly, without the slightest fear or sarcasm, not even the slightest bit, as if what had just come out of his mouth was just a true sentence that could not be repeated.

This discovery made her rise of tyrannical murderous intent subside again.

"You almost me off again, man. The remaining anger still lingered on her part: "If you were a slave and not a ghost, life would have ended a few seconds ago. ”

She wanted to see the look of fear on the Ghost Man's face, but Penny let her down, and it didn't show the emotion she'd expected.

This discovery made her more uncomfortable, but the greater curiosity kept her anger from rising with the negativity, and this curiosity made it difficult for her to keep the words she wanted to ask from the beginning: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Are you my enemy, Mistress Mayil?" Penny asked rhetorically, "or do you think every shadow should be feared when confronted by you?"

Beria was stunned, and the anger in her heart collapsed rapidly under a strange emotional erosion, so that she was so stunned for a moment that she didn't know what to say.

Penny was silent, just now, he didn't know if it was appropriate to show such a surname, and frankly, since that refusal, he had let go of the disguise of the surname - the psyker was very sensitive to changes in the heart, and he didn't want to lose his work because of some inappropriate details.

But now it seems that he may have been right.

Beria's face was cloudy, and Penny's simple words knocked a hole in her psyche and made her realize the fact that all along, it seemed, that she had secretly expected everyone around her to be afraid of her, friend or foe.

And Penny's words undoubtedly told her that this kind of thinking was inappropriate, and what disturbed her was precisely because she vaguely agreed with this view, which gave rise to a kind of self-doubt.

This, of course, gave her a feeling of bewilderment, and this feeling of distraction lasted for a long time, and was finally forcibly ended by her.

Doubting oneself is in itself a taboo for psychics.

She took two deep breaths and turned her attention back to the ghost man in front of her again, her eyes revealing mixed emotions.

Although there was no anger, at this moment, a deeper killing intent diffused in the bottom of her heart—this person made her doubt her own heart.

It's not just a matter of pising her off, it's a serious threat to her power.

But the murderous intent didn't explode immediately, perhaps because there was no anger in her heart, perhaps it was reason that made her hesitate, or maybe it was a fatal freshness and curiosity that forced her mind to reveal a flaw in her mind with words, something that no one had been able to do before.

In short, it was all kinds of thoughts that made it difficult for her killing intent to burst out immediately.

She was silent for a while and decided to continue the conversation.

As long as this conversation aroused the anger in her heart again, then all hesitation and scruples could not stop her killing intent.

With this man's last name, it should be easy to make her angry.

Recalling the conversation from the beginning of the meeting to the point just now, Beria came to this conclusion.

"Can you, then, tell me how to be likable?" she picked up the interrupted topic, speaking softly, without any negative emotion, as if it were just a pure discussion of the question, "You know, the Church has failed to inspire Her Highness the Princess, and has not been able to make her even the slightest bit of respect for Her Majesty, which troubles me very much. ”

"It's simple. She heard the ghost man reply, "Her Royal Highness obviously doesn't like heavy and tasteless history books, so I've given up on educating her, and now I just hope she doesn't hate me so much." ”

When Beria heard this, he somehow laughed in his heart: "Hey, it turns out that you have also been derelict in your duties. ”

"I am not negligent. Beria heard the ghost man explain: "If a teacher cannot please a student with the surname Ren, then it is impossible for the student to listen to even a penny of whatever he teaches...... What's more, this thing is dispensable to her. ”

Beria was silent for a while, and although this bland truth was hard, it couldn't make her angry: "So you're just doing what she likes, so can you make her like it?"

"Yes, do what she likes. Penny replied.

"For example, what?"

"For example......" Penny paused, he really didn't expect this woman to ask this question with a serious and scholarly attitude, and he had to answer for a while:

“...... Tell a story. ”

"Storytelling?" Beria looked stunned for a moment, and asked in a somewhat strange tone, "What is storytelling?"

This rhetorical question shocked Penny not lightly, and for the first time there was a strange look in his eyes, and it was difficult to remain calm anymore.

Will anyone not even know what storytelling is?

"What is storytelling?" Beria continued, meeting Penny's strange gaze in an unusually serious tone.

(To be continued)