Chapter 1413 Night Banquet
Compared with the chaos in the lower areas, although the upper central area of Comoros is not lacking in murders and conflicts, each consul knows to measure the consequences of his actions, so Most of the time this area can be called safe (relatively speaking).
Of course, this kind of security also benefits from the strong suppression of Victor, the overlord of Youdu.
However, the authority of this overlord is now facing serious challenges, not only from the invasion of foreign enemies, but also from huge internal hidden dangers, among which his past wife is the most serious.
According to the usual practice, before participating in the competition, the Venomous Tongue Cabal will invite its allies with good relations to hold a banquet. However, this time the banquet was held not at the Cabal headquarters, but at the Trembling Blade Cabal. In the castle, there were also Thirteen Whispers and the leaders of a dozen small conspiracies.
When the gunship landed on the solemn landing pad, the castle's security system was as vigilant as Efrenie had expected.
Every inquiry may lead to violence if it does not receive the correct answer. Every automatic check requires the correct code to be sent at the right moment. Only in this way can the gunship not be attacked by the pulse cannon or the pulse cannon of the castle defense system. Patrol weapon aimed.
At the top of the castle, there is also a terrifying rotating eye. Under its malicious gaze, everything is carefully scrutinized.
"Madam, I don't like this kind of dress."
Wearing a black sleeveless witch spirit dress, her legs are wrapped in oily stockings, and a red skirt is trailing behind her hips. Freni said bluntly, looking at the giant eye that monitored everything.
"Why?"
"It's not suitable for me, and I don't like to be watched all the time."
Marles, wearing a gorgeous black armor dress, asked with a smile, and then stepped on Her consul's throne floated down from the gunboat, surrounded by guards and servants.
"The Archon of Trembling Blade has always been like this, cautious, bloodthirsty and careful. After all, he has been assassinated hundreds of times."
"I just don't like the feeling of being watched."
"Many times there are not so many choices for some things. It is better to say that if you want to change, you have to get the right to change."
Efreni knew what her "mother" meant, but during this time she really Tired of the Cabal's struggle for power, she came to Commorragh to find a new self, not to become a tool for power.
The value of Malus to her has become less and less, and the only thing left is the original life-saving grace. After this fight, she feels that this favor should have been repaid, so she will Make your own decisions.
Furthermore, the lackeys of the God of Corruption are here and will attack Commorragh with all their power. Ifreni cannot guarantee whether reinforcements from her home world will come, but she does not want to take the risk.
Especially because she didn’t want to face the person she loved most in the past, the Avenger Priest Larian Songstar of the Silent Blade Shrine in the world of Bietan, who was also the one who changed the path of Efrenie from a dancer. The teacher who guided her in her craft as she embarked on the path of a warrior.
Soon, the Venomous Tongue Cabal and his party passed the checkpoint and began to enter the castle.
“You need to show your charm.”
While taking elegant steps to attract the attention of the surrounding guards, Malus was swaying Efreni behind the gently waving fan. Preaching.
Efrene is a little bored, Mallus is a cunning villain, a scheming liar who makes a living by playing with power on the fringes of Victor's rule, if it weren't for sheer innocence she would have pulled herself out of the wrecked ship I would never deal with such a person.
“I’m not trying to be charming.”
"Okay, then you should start giving it a try."
No matter what situation she is in or who she is talking to, Malus always maintains a relaxed smile on her face.
“At least you should act like an aristocrat.”
“I have met so-called aristocrats who don’t use words like ‘charming’.”
"Maybe some are special, but for other nobles..."
"I am not a noble, I am a killer. I just want to defeat my opponent and kill him." Ifreni was not sure whether she was talking to Malese or to herself. Maybe she was not born with this kind of talent. idea, but she now has more bloodlust than even the most ferocious warriors from her former homeland.
“No one is born that way,”
Males’s voice was unusually calm, even though he still kept his smile.
“Everything is the result of acquired learning, so you just need to be the best version of yourself at the moment.”
The fortress where the rulers of the Shivering Blade live is actually made up of multiple parts, mainly huge floating plates that look like a series of floating cities.
Although in the tense conspiracy struggle, they did not give up their luxurious lifestyle.
Even in the current state of war, exotic delicacies may be harder to find, and the sky above may be illuminated by the tracks of patrol ships, but this is not enough to truly disrupt these sciences. The daily life of Moro's top dignitaries.
After all, for the Dark Eldar to stop living according to their own wishes due to fear of their enemies, isn't this the first step to failure?
After passing through many gates and floating bridges, the team arrived at their destination.
This is a huge hall, the largest room Everenne has ever seen.
In its shadows are dotted the reflective pillars that stretch into the distance like huge tree trunks in an extremely neat and widely spaced forest, while the roof far above is made of clear crystal It is composed of some faint light spots that can be vaguely recognized through it.
There are beautifully designed pieces of art everywhere, designed so beautifully that they almost look like natural formations, but distorted by artificiality.
In addition, there are many plants, most of which she cannot name, which are comparable to the ecosystem of the Ark.
The elegant self-controlled machines resemble the long-extinct animals from the Eldar's homeland. They walk gracefully on their slender legs. Soft music comes from the metal antler pipes. Refreshment trays are placed on their backs. Lighting is projected via suspended or free-floating lighting clusters.
One of the floating lights floated towards Ifreni, occupying a position about one meter above her head.
She looked up and then asked the guard standing on one side of the gate.
"Sorry, ma'am."
Admiring laughter came from under the guard's helmet.
“It just lights your way.”
"This will make me nervous. I'm not used to being paid attention to like this."
At this time, Malus spoke.
"Efrenie, open your eyes and tell me what you see."
Efrenie stopped and looked carefully at the crowd around her. Only then did she notice everyone The group emits its own light, and when a noble, archon, or other wealthy or influential person ends a conversation with a companion and begins a conversation with another companion, the person who has spoken with it will break away from the group of light. , moving towards another light group.
"You have to get involved, nobles always think people want to talk to them, and for Kane's sake, smile more - you're unpleasant enough as it is."
Ifreni touched the carved ring around her neck with her fingers. It was a gift from Malus. Although it was more like a tool than a flashy ornament, Malus said that it could increase the charm of Everène. , to offset her innate rebellious temperament.
"Oh, the beautiful and wise Mrs. Malus, welcome to your humble residence."
Soon, the Consul Lando Quinteros of the Trembling Blade came over with a smile. , then picked up Malus's right hand and kissed the back of it gently.
(End of this chapter)