But at this moment, it was gently picked up by someone.
!!!
"I don't know who you are, nor do I know what you want to do by breaking in here. In principle, as the warden, I need to expel you."
Herbert looked at the soul fire that suddenly lit up, nodded, and then unceremoniously clamped the skull under his arm like a basketball.
"But since you killed this body, I'll help you out reluctantly."
"Come on, I'll take you to see her."
Herbert actually had some impression of this blasphemer, or "Grass Carp Monk".
His background is somewhat related to some great nobles in the kingdom. He is a pawn they have planted in the monastery, and has been secretly targeting him since he arrived.
Now watching him turn into a pile of dry bones, Herbert felt no wave of emotion at all. Not only did he not feel sad, he even felt like laughing.
Like a meow!
Without the burden to slow him down, Herbert, who was leading the charge, increased his speed greatly and strode forward in the darkness.
He wasn't worried that Sfanny would set a trap for him.
On the one hand, Herbert believed that Sfanny would not be so stupid.
Besides, if Sfannie really had the ability to kill him, why would she have to wait until now
I'm afraid they've already started.
On the other hand, it was because of his dear ally, Nenasha, no matter how unreasonable she was, would not sit idly by if something really happened.
No matter what He says, He will give a reminder - whether it is with good intention or bad intention is another matter, but it will make some noise anyway.
Now, not only did Nenasha not stop him, she even urged him to go and take a look with great interest.
"I'm afraid I'm not the only one interested in Sfanni."
After walking for a while, Herbert suddenly saw the light.
Wait, light
This is the lightless prison, there shouldn't be any light.
He raised his eyebrows, kept walking, and soon saw the true form of those light sources.
It is not the candlelight emitted by a candle, nor is it the magical light of magic products.
There are some fluorescent plants emitting a faint glow in the darkness.
In this dark world, fluorescent plants are like a pair of shining eyes in the darkness.
He seemed to have walked into an underground garden, or perhaps a kingdom of fluorescent plants.
There are vines hanging down from above the head, and on the slender vines there is a node emitting soft blue light at regular intervals.
There is green grass under your feet, and some tiny mushrooms emitting colorful light.
rustle…
Suddenly, Herbert was already in the forest.
At the end of the road, Herbert saw a giant tree emitting a faint blue light.
As he approached, the center of the trunk of the giant tree slowly cracked, revealing an ancient wooden door.
"So, dark elves are also elves? They all like to live in trees."
This is very elf-like.
Herbert was looking at the beautiful surroundings and was about to go in when he suddenly blinked. He suddenly thought of something worth complaining about.
"You bought yourself such a luxurious place, and then you just watched your roommate curled up in a broken coffin."
This is really...
Well done!
Chapter 45: The Cold Elf (Thanks to the leader of poorsen!)
Knock knock.
"Is anyone home? Is there... oh, automatic door."
Herbert knocked on the door, but before he could start making a joke, the wooden door opened automatically.
The room was not much brighter than the outside, and the light was still emitted by the fluorescent plants growing everywhere.
He walked in slowly, his eyes scanning the layout of the entire space.
A huge table covered with various bottles and jars, each filled with liquids of different colors, some of which contained biological organs of unknown origin.
A huge eye stalk that exudes a strange aura, withered and shrunken limbs, five red stomachs connected side by side, an eyeball with three pupils...
Logically speaking, Herbert should have felt creepy and had goose bumps after seeing such a scene, and he should have even taken a SAN test.
But for some reason, Herbert didn't feel scared at all. He even felt that this scene was somewhat...satisfying
Is this correct
Just as Herbert was wondering if there was something wrong with his mind, the culprit jumped out.
[“Hmm~ She has really good taste.”]
"Oh, it's because of you."
Okay, case solved.
It's you, this damn thing, that's interfering with my aesthetic taste.
[“What? Don’t you think these things are good? They are all good things! And the processing methods are very exquisite, and the preservation techniques are very professional!”]
"Are they all good things..."
Herbert stared at the three-pupil eyeball for a while, and when he found that it was also staring at him, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
Well, I am not worthy and I don’t understand aesthetics.
He forced his eyes away and continued to observe the decorations in the room.
Apart from the study table, which occupies the largest area, there is only a small round table and two chairs woven with vines in the entire space.
One of them had just been woven, and the tender leaves on it had not yet fallen.
Overall, it looks like a workplace that combines living functions, but the only thing I see is no bed for resting.
Doesn't she ever sleep
"You seem to have some doubts in your mind."
A slightly hoarse female voice sounded behind Herbert, making him raise his eyebrows.
When did she go there
When I came here just now, I looked around carefully and didn't notice her.
Herbert squinted his eyes and looked back, seeing the dark elf wizard for the first time.
"Oh? Archmage Svani?"
"Well, nice to meet you, Your Excellency Warden Herbert."
In Herbert's stereotype, the appearance of dark elves is generally lower than that of normal elves.
After all, he personally is not very interested in the feature of dark skin, and the skin color alone is already a minus point.
But now he found out that he was wrong.
What is black
Not a problem at all.
The arrogance can be exposed!
It’s not that he doesn’t like dark skin, it’s just that he hasn’t met a dark-skinned beauty he likes.
Sfanny looked to be around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, less youthful but not that mature either.
Her face was exceptionally delicate, and even her slightly dark skin did not destroy her beauty, but instead gave her a unique charm.
Her blue-purple hair was carefully braided, with golden ornaments hanging from her earlobes and golden lines painted on her cheeks.
Of all the prisoners I've seen so far, Sfanny is in the most refined condition, not at all like a prisoner trapped in a cage.
At the same time, there is a special temperament in her, which is the coldness that comes from the extreme of intellect.
She was clearly standing in front of me, but looking into those golden eyes, I felt as if she was not there at a distance.
An undisguised indifference that keeps people at a distance.
Herbert looked at Sfanny for a while, and instead of being timid, he handed the skull to her with a smile.
"Here, your delivery."
Sifannie shook her head and didn't take it. Instead, she motioned him to put it on the wooden table, sat on the rattan chair, and said softly, "Sir, the warden, please sit down."
Herbert sat down and found that the branches of the rattan chair twitched slightly and automatically fitted his back, allowing him to sit in the most comfortable posture.
Ergonomic chair
Living rattan chairs are the way to go.
Herbert leaned back comfortably, not feeling awkward at all as if he were entering someone else's home, and asked in a familiar manner, "So, who is this person?"
"My people, perhaps some assassins sent by some family, want to pass on some news to me."
Sfanny put her fingers together and twisted them lightly in front of the skull, and a phantom soul as high as a palm was pulled out directly.
The soul was dim, and vaguely it could be seen that it was a dark elf girl of eighteen or nineteen years old. Her lips kept opening and closing, as if she was anxiously conveying some message to Sfanni.
But Sfanny's expression did not change from beginning to end. She listened calmly for a while, then reached out her hand and crushed the remnant soul directly in her palm.
Herbert raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "I say, she came to see you after all, and you treat her like this?"
Kill the donkey after it has done its job
So ruthless
Sifanny shook her head and said slowly: "I am helping her get rid of it."
"She died a long time ago, and can only survive in the world with the help of the power of the forbidden existence. Her soul has been completely tainted by [evil desire]."
"Now, her mission has been completed. If she doesn't do this, she will only end up becoming the plaything of that god."
When Herbert heard the name Nieyu, he understood why Brother Caoyu became like that.
“Oh, so it’s because of Him.”
[God of Evil and Lust], one of the most powerful evil gods in the world, is in charge of all depravity, sin, and lust.
Compared to Nenasha, a god of mischief whose origin and strength are unknown, this one is a genuine crazy evil god, the kind that is purely insane.
Becoming his believer can gain forbidden powerful power, but one can never escape from his clutches.
What He is best at is making mortals corrupt, and what He likes to do most is to turn His believers into lunatics who only care about mating—no matter how many people are there, or whether they are human or not.
"And her mission is to deliver a message to me."
"My sister assassinated my grandmother and became the new head of the family. Some elders in the family are not happy about this and plan to send someone to rescue me. I hope I will actively cooperate at that time."
Sfanny spoke indifferently, as if she was talking about other people's affairs.
Herbert:
"Wait, you just told me this news? Is it okay?"
He felt a little strange and asked with amusement, "I am the warden in charge of you. You should at least respect my profession a little, right?"
Aren't you really afraid that I will tell on you
"No problem, you can do whatever you want with those people."
Sifannie fiddled with the weak soul in her palm and said lightly: "Because I don't intend to accept their rescue at all."
"Oh? You don't want to leave here?" Herbert blinked.
This is rare.