87_87643 Lil stood in the middle of the street, and for the first time completely lifted the protective spell, letting the rain go up, on his face, and on his lips. She tasted a bitter and sour astringency, a foul smell that wafted in the wind from the mixture of household and industrial waste, which at first glance smelled very pungent. The mage looked down and saw a pair of beautiful calfskin boots stepping into the water. She tried to walk like someone else, not caring that dirty water and mud would splash all over the hem of her robe - not to mention, there was a hint of relief.

Kyro and Philgas were right in front of them, and the magic allowed Morriel to "see" the different energy responses in their bodies even from across the house. Huh, it seems that there are other people...... The female mage's eyes flashed, and she quickened her pace slightly.

"Why? I've only been gone for a while, and you've made such a big mess. Can't you just wait for me to come back?"

Before you see anyone, you hear it - it sounds a bit like a furnace of hot coal bursting and burning. Morriel could hear that it was a common language used by creatures of the abyss. And what is even more striking is that as soon as this language is spoken by the female voice, all the noisy and piercing syllables are transformed into a seductive tone and frustration, and even if she sounds obviously a little angry, there is a coquettish and lazy smell inside and out.

Morriel frowned. The female mage turned the corner in a few steps, and sure enough, it was not true.

A succubus. She just stood there casually, and she had the demeanor of captivating all beings—slender and round thighs, plump and straight breasts, smooth and flawless skin, perfectly curved waist and hips, even the bat-like wings on her back, the scales covering her elbows and other parts, and the sharp horns that could not be concealed between her black hair, all embodying the most feminine and seductive charm that chaos and evil could create.

"What can Pipsqueak do?" The little devil flapped his wings and squeaked in defense, "Besides, you didn't leave for a while......"

"Sister Moriel!" said Kylo, turning his head to see her.

The succubus also cast a gaze. "Moriel, I've heard of it for a long time...... It's not good for you to sneak up on a demon like this. ”

"Do you know me?" her voice drilled into her ears, and even the female mage needed to stabilize her mind, "So, you also met Forty-Seven when he was in the abyss?"

"Yes, but we don't just know each other. The succubus's eyes were filled with dangerous lust: "Ah, I am his bloody field assistant, a close friend. To put it another way of saying it is less hypocritical - we are intimate. You're his companion in the main physical realm, and with all due respect, you don't seem to have taken as much care of him as I did. ”

"Oh? That's a blessing. Morrill didn't fight like he did with Filgas, but greeted him generously: "Haven't asked for advice yet, I'm sorry, I've been through a lot with Forty-Seven." But he never mentioned you. ”

The succubus smiled.

"Maybe he didn't think it was necessary. It's a coincidence that the book is not written, but I didn't expect Miss Filgas to be your partner too. She glanced at the semi-invisible steel elf in the shadows, "It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Vadaria. ”

"I've been asking around the city to see if there's anything I can do to help Miss Filgas. The succubus retracted her wings and walked away, although she had used her natural ability to "change shape" to cover up her angry appearance, but her figure was still swaying to the letter: "I really didn't expect that Your Excellency Forty-Seven would also come to Seal City, and have such a big conflict with the lady." Alas, Pipsqueak always messes things up. I don't know why I'm still putting up with it. ”

"Hide and don't get in trouble, Pipsqueak has done it all! And Pipsqueak has done a great job!"

"Okay, we'll talk about what you're doing later. The succubus complained, "It's imperative that we can't continue to wander the streets." You have to find a place to stay. Inn?or ......."

"Vadaria. ”

"Hmm, what's the matter, Miss Moriel?"

"I don't mean anything else, and I don't want to misunderstand you. The mage took two steps forward to join her: "But I think you can understand what I'm going to say." You're a succubus from the Abyss - why would you help Filgas? She's on the run from the Abyss, and she looks like she's provoked a very powerful demon. ”

"I understand. The succubus's expression found the perfect balance between indifference and hurt: "I'm a succubus—so I'm destined to seduce mortal souls." Suck their bone marrow dry, and watch the miserable images of thousands of living beings in pain and despair in order to reach sexual hyperalism. If I said that I liked her and couldn't bear to see such a beautiful person suffer to help her, you would scoff at it, wouldn't you?"

She turned and walked backwards with her hands behind her back: "Yes." The devil is certainly not so good. Filgas has to pay a big price for me, no, no. Because I'm just going to knock her down. robbed her of her money. By the way, I have to dig out her heart. ...... You who have come from the main material realm. I'll admit that some of you know you very well. Learn about the bottomless abyss, know all kinds of demons, and always have an advantage in the face of us. ”

"But you don't love us. You don't care what a demon thinks, you don't care what she thinks. You only believe that the devil will be chewed like a donkey, the reins fastened, and a carrot hung in front of her head to make her obedient to work. But we're not the same. We love the bottomless abyss, we love the elves, we love the humans, and we even love the creatures of the multiverse - except, of course, the stubborn bastards of the Batzo. Tell me, why can't you appreciate me and love me without prejudice like Your Excellency Forty-Seven?"

Love a demon? Oh my God. The succubus said a lot of things with guns and sticks, but there was no real sentence. If you meet a demon who is willing to help you, there must be a conspiracy behind it...... Is there such a creature as a "demon who sincerely helps people" in the multiverse?

"When you're talking about people behind your back, you'd better pay attention. The voice of Filgas came from above, and the steel elf who had been walking on the beams of the house spoke coldly.

Snaponi was alerted by her, and Morriel spotted a thin figure walking across the street.

It's kind of weird...... She's not like someone who can change her mind. When the prostitute approached, Kyro let out a soft "ah", and the female mage also saw something unusual about her.

Eboni was still stubborn and depressed, dirty all over her body, but her eyes

Like ink.

"Come with me, someone wants to see you. ”

The succubus looked at the black hole-like eyes and winced imperceptibly. "Be careful. I don't think there's quite something wrong with her. ”

"Enough things have been wrong these days. Morriel shook his head and followed the prostitute.

Self-righteous and self-serving...... That's why I hate mages too. She's going to be out of luck sooner or later, believe it or not?

Don't believe it, don't believe it! she's not the same stupid guy we met last time!, Pipsqueak rolled her eyes and scoffed.

Epbonie led them to a house on the edge of a small square. The house is magnificent, with floor-to-ceiling windows, bright lighting, pointed vaults, and patterned floor tiles...... It doesn't fit in with the low, dilapidated shacks around it.

"Sister Moriel, I'm ...... I'm not going in, am I?" said Kylo in a low voice.

"Be brave, Kyro. There seemed to be some kind of magic in Moriel's reassuring voice. The girl furrowed her nervous brow: "It's not you who should be afraid." ”

Leaving everyone else waiting in the living room, Ebonie led the mage up to the second floor.

Sure enough, what awaited her was a new set of shiny clothes and leather shoes, and a fair face peculiar to an aristocratic son. A slightly curly black hair draped over his shoulders - wrapped in an O'Sullivan.

"We meet again, dear Morriel. An elegant smile appeared on O'Sullivan's face: "It's hard work, this beautiful young lady." ”

As he spoke, the blackness faded from Ebonie's eyes and burned in the eyes of the former earl.

"I ...... You bastards!"

Aiboni, who was out of mind control, only understood what was going on in a trance. Offended, she immediately did something that surprised Moriel - the prostitute raised her hand and gave the count a slap in the face.

"It's bad luck to meet you!" she glared at the female mage viciously. Turning around and slamming the door in a rage.

O'Sullivan's smile was slightly stiff, but he quickly adjusted it as if he had just been kissed goodbye by his lover: "Smiling buys people's hearts, this is the secret of making friends." ”

“...... Great Prince, I am truly admirable in your magnanimity. "Morriel is heartfelt. The O'Sullivan in front of her is not really just O'Sullivan, she knows very well. She had seen him on her return from the Broken Glacier, and remembered the cold, heavy, suffocating, murderous majesty - but now he was a thug who didn't pay. There are red marks on the faces

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't hurt anyway. The god of murder, possessed by the Count, turned back to the table and sat down. He raised his hand and combed his sideburns, as if he were really a prodigal and pompous gentleman: "Miss Morrill." You don't like the red tape of greeting you for a while when you meet and what the weather is like today...... Then we'll get back to business. Looks like you're bothered by the troubles you encountered in the City of Ten Thousand Gates, right?"

"Great Prince, you've been keeping an eye on me?" This place is obviously not Ciric's office, and there is no room for the Dark Sun Church in the City of Seals to stir up trouble, so the answer is obvious.

"Don't say it so badly, Moriel. The thin lips of the murder prince smiled even more: "I'm not a voyeur. But do you remember? We have a deal. Now that my trader has a big problem, how can her partner stand by and watch?"

"Oh, so you can make forty-seven ......."

"I can't do that. O'Sullivan's appearance of Ciric interrupted the female mage's words, and said regretfully: "I'm sorry, this time I can give you very limited help, at most it is just a few buildings. ”

"I don't want to dwell on that lady. He made a mysterious expression, and the black fire in his eyes was even more eerie: "I don't know too much...... After all, I'm just a freshly baked god of murder, not a creator. ”

"Some say the lady is a god, some say she's a demon, and some say she's just an apparition. Who knows? I don't know anyway. Her blade can tear people apart in a split second, and that's just a small thing. The real horror of the Lady is that she can tear off parts of the plane of the Seal City and turn it into a labyrinth at will. Those who disobey her will be locked up inside, powerless to resist, even gods. I've got to be a man with my tail between my legs here, and I don't even dare to walk around. Although the lady can't get out of Seal City, she is the No. 1 boss in this city. ”

"The labyrinth? Where is it?"

Please use plural. Everyone lives in a single room, and since it's a life sentence, do you think the lady will be kind enough to let them get together and chat to relieve their boredom? Maybe it's in the ether realm, I'm not sure. You can't find it. The multiverse is big. Besides, Seal City has a longer history than any god I know, and God knows how many people she's locked up over the years. It's not all bad news, I'm sure there's an exit to every labyrinth. It's just that the hard ones are to die, and this little hope magnifies the prisoner's pain—the lady's punishment is a long torture. ”

"Since there is a way out, has anyone ever escaped from the labyrinth?"

"At least one. Ciric touched his chin and looked up and groaned, as if suddenly caught up in the memory of a long past: "The strongest mortal of all time...... I didn't know until I became a god, and he was such an amazing guy. ”

"I think your tin man has that potential. Rest assured. Don't frown. Behold, a deity hereby assures you that you will soon meet again. I have a strong hunch, really. ”

Morriel laughed dumbly. Succubi say love. Ciric had a hunch that why did she encounter such completely unreliable things all day long?

"Trust me, I'm giving you advice. I'll help you get out of Seal City, I can do that. This place should not be stayed for long. The god of murder emphasized, "You have already provoked the lady once, and she may have taken someone for the slightest matter." There's really nothing I can do about it, and the lady controls all the portals in the city—you don't want the Barlow Flame Demon bedroom on the other side of the door, do you?"

"When you are reunited with him, I would like to ask you to ask him to do me a small favor. I didn't have to rush it. But to be honest, you guys really scared me this time. It's just a matter of courtesy, and I just need to test the effect. ”

Cirek pulled out an object like a juggler. The female mage knew it at a glance. It follows

It's inseparable. One is three feet long. Palm-wide metal straps. It's incredibly delicate and intricate – and if you look closely, you can even see the myriad gears that make up this metal ribbon moving slowly. She's almost sure. The first reaction of the tin guy when he saw this thing must have been to grab it.

"I'm sure you're the only one who can call him to help me, and not fight me over this. Ciric seemed to see through her thoughts: "I've done most of the process, just inject a small amount of energy to activate it...... It was nothing to him at all. I believe that with my friendship, it is not a problem at all, right?"

"What is this? I beg your pardon, Your Majesty. But I have to ask. Morrill cautiously replied, "Otherwise I am afraid I would not have been able to convince him." This seems to be ......"

"That's right, I'm using the remains of ancient constructs as ground. As for what I want to do with it, it doesn't hurt to sue you some. Anyway, it's not a big secret, at least it's much cheaper than Sha's three measurements. ”

The god of murder's face once again showed the unusual calm before the storm: "I have a plan...... A plan against the gods. Moriel, what do you think God is?"

"God is not a thing. You're still not reacting fast enough, Moriel. If he had changed, he would have said so. Ciric burst out with a smirk, "But he's right! Ask a question, Moriel. Do you believe in Mystra, the goddess of magic? Do you pray to her, attend her church, perform rituals to praise her, and do you know of any mages who do that?"

"Of course not. Magic is a mystery that requires the whole body and mind to explore, not a gift. The mage replied quickly this time.

"That's it. Who would believe in a stinky girl? When the Grand Arcanist of the Magic Empire rode the Floating City to the ends of the earth, she was just a village girl herding sheep. But this does not prevent her from becoming one of the most powerful gods in our world, because while studying and using magic, she also proves the existence of magic, and proves the existence of magic in the world, the existence of Mystra. ”

You must have heard the saying that God is faith. Yes, but what is faith? In my case, the stupid pigs in the Church of the Dark Sun, one counts as the other, and which one truly believes in me? They worship me and worship me because I can give them strength, and I can get into their brains in the middle of the night and drive them crazy! What do they believe? Murder, lies, conspiracies, frauds, strife, their belief is to use these shady means to grab and satisfy their desires......! This is the true foundation of me, a god of murder. What the gods don't give, you can take for yourself. I was physically ill about it, so I sat in this seat after a turbulent year. ”

"But what's the point of this? I have given up on the path of power, and I think that in my time, no one can do better than me. I am the highest! I am the king of murder! I believe that I am the only choice! But when I really became a god, I realized that this *** is a job that can be done by just picking a random street gangster!"

As he spoke, Ciric became angry again for no reason as he had last met: "Bullshit! Divine domain, divine might, divine grace, every qiē is bullshit! A wife murders her husband, a minister frames her colleagues, and an adventurer leaves her partner alone in a desperate situation to die, does this need my guidance? This is instinct! The so-called survival is to tear the same kind around you to pieces! Could it be that the meaning of God's existence is to squat all day in a place where chickens don't fly, dogs don't jump, rabbits don't pee, answer prayers, and be a storekeeper? Other guys may not care, but I'm not reconciled! I don't want to be satisfied with the status quo! If there is a being who is above the gods, I want him to know that since I am ascended to God, I should not let me retain my humanity!"

"I've come to tell you some secrets, secrets of the gods. A bunch of miscellaneous people, who live more depraved than anyone else. Talos, the god of storms, takes pleasure in bullying women, Amberi, the goddess of the sea, and Oruel, the frost maiden, are both victims, and of course they are not good things; Mistra and Kairanvo, the god of death, were originally a mortal couple, but after becoming gods, they turned against each other, because Mistra always went down to seduce those powerful mages, and there were seven or eight illegitimate daughters alone; Amunra was simply an incompetent old rascal! Otherwise, why are there so many kind-hearted people who do not hesitate to sacrifice their lives for justice, but he is most favored by a bunch of beautiful gay girls who never marry? Elves and the gods of nature? I don't want to mention them! They haven't had any decent women since Rose left--let those druids the trees!"

"It's so *** disgusting. I'm annoyed when I look at them, so I'm going to smash their ball!" The God of Murder's eyes burned: "That's what I'm going to do, this thing can help me get what I want." I'm going to prove to the entire multiverse that I'm not a glowing skull symbol! I'm Ciric! I'm unique, and I'm groundbreaking!"

Morriel coughed involuntarily. She was tempted to ask if the murder of the prince was so mad because no one else invited him to the ball—it was obviously not a good idea.

"Think again. Ciric finally calmed down, and took out a white handkerchief to wipe his face: "Take a shower, change your clothes, and take a rest." You've been tossing around for the middle of the night, aren't you? Looking at the little girl next to you, has Ms. Mist woken up again? But once again she didn't even think about the girl's body and mind. Maybe some kind of rhetoric was used...... She's the best at this, and I can help you deal with her. By the way, I heard that every morning there are hangings in the square outside. It's nice to be a human being, and you can even watch entertainment programs while you have breakfast. ”

"Thank you, great prince. Morrill bowed slightly: "I'll try to help you." In fact...... I don't think you need to put so much effort into me. All you have to do is tell him that you want to be the enemy of the gods, and he might be happy to work for you. ”

"Why, the battle between God and God is not a trivial fight. ”

"Who knows? The female mage smiled lightly. "Some people love money, some people value righteousness, and some people just like to watch the world burn. ”。