Crimson Servant.

Chapter 236 Automatic Substitute
"Be careful, witness, stay away from those dangerous traces." Leila warned the dark elf, with her mask facing the center of the blood moss, a piece of black and red ash.

The remnants of the crimson power made this area a truly dangerous place. However, the blood moss itself was known as a dangerous fungus by the residents of the underground world. Therefore, there was no need to leave a warning to remind travelers.

Malbi Laila thought she was more careful about her life. She stood at the entrance of the tunnel and didn't want to step into the pit where the shark lizard corpse was. She didn't notice the black ash in the center of the blood moss that Laila reminded her of. The deep red scars in the pit were enough to scare her.

"No matter what you say, I won't go!" Mar Blade vowed, and the tracking and understanding along the way made her more familiar with the footprints of her cheap uncle Francis. He participated in the battle, and the traces of the fight almost merged with those evil forces.

Perhaps the black scorch marks on the ground were the last thing left of the dark elves, Mal thought maliciously. Her education showed that dark elf men were weaker than them, and from those past visions of him being bullied by his mother, he was a coward.

Mal did not think there was anything wrong with Silna's viciousness in her youth, except that she had to endure everything from the perspective of a victim. In the hallucination, Mal was able to empathize with Francis, but after leaving the hallucination, the dark elf's heart kept reminding himself that this was the obligation that a dark elf male must bear.

Mar Blade used this exhortation to suppress her anger, not realizing that she had developed an undue hatred for her family. Leila was quietly changing her.

"As long as you don't get close, these won't hurt you."

"No." Mal folded his arms and stood at the entrance of the cave, looking down at Leila. "I will not touch that man's footprints. Your evil magic will put his painful memories into my mind again! I'm not stupid, why should I suffer?"

"What if it's paid?" Leila said softly.

"Hmm?" Mal frowned.

"Those pains gave Francis strength." Because his face was covered, Leila was very sure that the dark elf could not feel the joy of her plan succeeding.

"You must be very curious in your heart. Why did your mistress never mention that she had a brother who lived far away from home? Why did she want you to become a warrior so badly? You are not stupid. You must have found the answers to these questions."

"Your blood relative, Francis Blade, is very powerful now. That's why he is associated with the dangerous Crimson Warlock. It was the pain that made him who he is."

"And I also have a way to make those pains become you. Think about it, haven't you already endured some? Why not keep trying?"

Leila could easily figure out what was in Mar Blade's mind. She was still too young, just like an ordinary dark elf. The pursuit of power and authority permeated the dark elves' lives. She would definitely accept it, otherwise wouldn't all the hardship she had suffered before be in vain?

Three minutes later, Mal was next to Leila.

"I'll trust you again."

The illusionist opened his arms and slowly stepped back, giving space to the dark elf.

Mal looked at Francis' footprints on the ground, took a breath, turned to Leila and said, "If this time doesn't go as I expected, I will never listen to your arrangements in the future, but you still have to dispel the crimson pollution in my body!"

Mal had her own little calculations, and she thought she was smart for taking advantage of the opportunity.

Leila smiled.

"You can trust me completely, you won't be disappointed."

……

Once again, Mal went deep into the illusion and quickly adapted to the body of young Francis. This time, she was not in the family mansion. This was the Fighting Martial Arts Tower, the school where dark elves learned martial arts.

Mal was very familiar with this area, which was a training ground for young warriors to fight in. The Fighting Tower would conduct a comprehensive ability assessment among students every three months. They would defeat every opponent here. The final assessment ranking was related to the glory of the family and would become the capital for the mistresses to show off in the aristocratic circle.

Mal felt nostalgic and excited about participating in this event again. The first place in that event made her favored by the mistress and thus gained an extraordinary status in the Blade family. Now, she will compete with this group of beginners again with the experience of a martial arts graduate. When she thought that many participants in this assessment had grown into authoritative figures in Menzoberranzan, even in the illusion, Mal felt her heart stirring.

Next, it will be my Marl Blade's turn to perform!
She was too skilled. In the assessment group melee, the most efficient way to win was to form a team and kill her teammates at the end of the team victory. Betrayal and exploitation were almost instincts of the dark elves.

Mal began to look for suitable allies around him, but found that the dark elves, who should have been familiar with the whole process, looked at him with dangerous eyes.

They were hostile to Francis, every single one of them.

Mal found herself without allies, for all of them were her enemies.

At this time, Mal got the key information from Francis' memory. This was not the first year of the martial arts assessment, but the third year. In every previous assessment, Francis was the first, and every time he was alone.

And this time will be no exception.

Everyone except Francis has formed a group, and they have reached a consensus to give priority to Francis. There is even a member of the Brad family among them, Francis' half-brother.

Even Mal felt the pressure in this situation. She believed that she was stronger than anyone present, but she also knew that she couldn't beat everyone.

The invigilators turned a blind eye to the atmosphere among the candidates, and one of the examiners even gave Francis a kind smile.

A ball of purple demonic fire was released into the air by the examiner, which also meant that the assessment officially began.

Mal's heart sank. Before her intention to escape could be turned into action, Francis' body had already turned into a shadow.

Mal personally experienced Francis turning into a crushing storm. He took two wooden sticks and slaughtered all the candidates on the scene. Yes, it was a massacre. While Mal fully enjoyed the pleasure of fighting and beating the enemy, he sadly discovered that Francis, as a student, was stronger than himself. Incredibly strong, surpassing all his peers.

Francis didn't make a single wasted movement, operating efficiently and perfectly like a fighting machine.

Mar Blade experienced the joy of driving Francis. His body moved on its own, and his opponent fell. His hands were faster than his brain! Lost? Sorry! The only thing I need to worry about is the time. After all, happy times are always so short.

The last man fell under Francis' sword skills, and Mal felt his vision blurred, after a brief shock.

The dark elf grinned as he watched the test time return to the beginning.

Mal Blade's blood boiled.

"Hahaha! Even a hundred times wouldn't be enough!"

(End of this chapter)