It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

Victoria withdrew her gaze. She smelled something bad on the veiled girl, so she habitually took another look.

"Strange smell, not too clean but not filthy...not like blood and not like a wizard—forget it, never mind."

Victoria has long since stopped hunting. No matter what kind of existence the other party is, at least I don't smell blood on her body.

Pure race and bloodlines can no longer constitute the reason for the girl to kill, and she has absolutely no need to act.

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The episode just now did not make Elaine pay too much attention. Her current mental state did not allow herself to think about other irrelevant things. Just suppressing her instincts and controlling the rush of desire required all her efforts.

"Please come in."

Elaine Belusay's body trembled, and she found that the moment she had been looking forward to for a long time had come, and she became afraid instead.

I am afraid that no one can resist the instinct from the depths of the blood, and I am afraid that it is just a lie used by the alliance to deceive itself.

Can an ordinary filthy blood really be able to resist the instinctive bloodthirsty desire?

She could feel the fingers holding her palm tightened at this moment, and that touch was the encouragement from the maid Lydia.

At least they are facing the same dilemma and always stand on the same front.

So Elaine took a deep breath and stepped quickly across the threshold.

Chapter 66 is no different

Elaine walked into the room, raised her head slightly to have a panoramic view of everything here.

The rooms are fairly spacious, but have no other features beyond that.A middle-aged man in a black formal suit sat behind a brand-new desk. He was over 1.9 meters tall, but his figure was slightly fatter, and he was no longer as strong as before.

The man's mixed gray hairline receded slightly, revealing a wide forehead.Except for a pair of dark red eyes and somewhat pale skin, he looked like an ordinary middle-aged person in a high position in an ordinary world.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Elaine froze for a moment, this seemingly ordinary middle-aged man was not quite the same as the hero she had imagined who could completely overcome the blood instinct by himself.She even began to wonder if it was really possible for a man like this to do what even she and Ella Williams couldn't.

With doubts, confusion and somewhat diminished expectations, she stopped in front of the other party's table without saying a word, not knowing how to speak for a while.

Lydia took a step forward, saluting on behalf of the owner who was clearly in a state of being out of order,

"Meet you for the first time, respected Lord of Blood, Mr. Duncan Coleridge."

"The king of dirty blood? I can't afford this title. The king and nobles of dirty blood have become history forever. They only exist on the walls of the memorial hall now."

The middle-aged man shook his head and laughed at himself, then looked at Elaine's blurred face under the veil with those dark red eyes.

"You are Miss Elaine and her servants, right?"

Duncan slid a letter across the table and glanced briefly, then called the waiters in the room to prepare chairs and tea.

He gave a low laugh,

"Then why did the two ladies come to see people like me? Do you want to check the development speed of the new Enoch as a cooperative ally and supervisor?"

"It's just a joke. I've read the alliance's letter of introduction, and I probably know why you came to me. But to be honest, I don't think I have anything worthy of being consulted. There are many more in this city. People who choose to suppress their instincts and live, we are all the same."

His words seemed to have touched the fuse of the gunpowder, and Elaine, who had always maintained a relative evaluation, began to tremble all over, and the restless magic made the space here a little trembling.

"You said they are all the same?"

A strange lavender aura leaked from under the girl's veil, collar and clothes. They were like some kind of scale powder or spores, spreading in the room.

The crown and veil that were almost as high as the head fell off, and in the girl's long red hair, two huge curving horns went up along the curve of her head, almost forming a twisted crown.

The translucent rose red color is crystal clear, and it looks like a thin and smooth water film is covering the surface, making people who look directly at it feel hot all over for no reason.

Under the shedding veil, there are lovely facial features and baby-like soft white skin. Even if Elaine is making an angry expression now, the intelligent creature seeing this face will feel a tremor in his heart.

This has nothing to do with gender, or even race. In theory, the high-level succubi's charm ability will take effect on all living beings.

Her eyes have been lit up into a burning golden yellow, while her pupils are eerie rectangles like goats or demons. This does not destroy the beauty of her appearance, but instead brings an irresistible sense of mystery and charm.

Rose-red magic lines climbed and spread upwards from the girl's snow-white neck, and in the process, the mist and spores became more dense.They emanate from Elaine's breath, from every corner of his body.

The whip-like long tail twisted behind her, as if it had an independent life and consciousness. The hem of her long black dress slightly lifted up to reveal the rose-red lining. It turned out that it was not the hem at all, but grew on both sides of the lumbar spine. black meat wings.

Lydia, who had been prepared, took a few steps back and held her breath to prevent them from being sucked into her body. The air formed a barrier on her body surface, keeping the mist and tiny spores out.

Elaine covered almost every inch of her skin with clothes on the road. She could no longer retract her horns and tail. The girl inhaled all the mist into her mouth while breathing. She frowned and trembled slightly, as if she was suffered considerable pain.

"Now do you think we're all the same?"

She raised her head, speaking sarcastically.This kind of ridicule is not only to Duncan, but also to herself.

She laughed at Duncan because the other party confuses her situation with those dirty bloods with mixed blood and not strong instincts.The instincts that the two sides need to resist are not at the same level. Perhaps this man can do this only because he is weak enough.

She laughed at herself because Elaine found the ambitious naive girl in the past ridiculous.

It wasn't until the mutations in her body gradually got out of control that she really understood Ella Williams' warning.

The so-called power is not as beautiful as she imagined. Now she lives in deep pain almost every day, and the sense of deviation between spirit and body becomes more and more obvious.

She almost thought that her body no longer belonged to her, that her body obeyed instinct and gained independent consciousness, and she watched herself become strange and unfamiliar to her day by day.

The most unbearable thing is that this body has a great desire for sex and reproduction like a succubus in rumors and records, and Elaine himself feels indescribably disgusted by this.

The dreams that emerged one after another unconsciously made her retching almost every day when she woke up, but the suppressed instinct would continue to rebound under this resistance, telling her what she needed now in the most shameful and unacceptable way.

She looked at the man sitting behind the desk with sarcasm and disdain, and waited for his gaffe.

After inhaling the spores and mist she passively produced, even female wizards with weak magic power will fall into a state of charm, showing obvious desire and obedience, and the opposite sex is even more unbearable.

She wanted to prove that Duncan was able to resist instinct only because his instinct was not strong enough, but at the same time, she secretly begged that Duncan could bring her the last hope.

This kind of contradictory psychology will eventually tend to one side because of the other party's performance.

Elaine's eyes gradually dimmed, because she could see the restlessness of the other party, and maybe Duncan Coleridge would be completely charmed in the next second.

The middle-aged man showed some agitation, he moved his body, stood up - and then sat back on the chair under Elaine's astonished gaze.

Duncan took a sip of the black tea in his cup and smiled,

"Yes, your situation is no different from mine, and I have not changed my opinion until now."

"Instinct is not everything, it's the nobility of a human being. You've done a good job—it's been so long, thanks to you."

Chapter 67 Everyone Fights Despair

"You know I've been patient all this time?"

Elaine was silent for a long time before she managed to suppress the turbulent emotions so that her voice would not tremble.

She felt her nose sour and her vision blurred.

"I know, I can be sure of that."

Duncan replied seriously,

"Because there is no dirty smell in your breath, the smell of dirty blood can easily distinguish this difference."

"Maybe you need to vent your emotions properly, talk to people more, or find a chance to cry. I think it's good to be here. If you mind, I can avoid it now."

The red-haired girl took a deep breath, then slowly but firmly shook her head.

Her originally blurred vision became clear again. With Elaine's pride, it is impossible to show her fragility in front of strangers too much. In the final analysis, she is also a Belusse after all.

All the mist in the room was taken back into her body through her breathing and no longer spread outwards.

"There is no need for this. I already feel much better. I am not the kind of little girl who regards tears as a privilege... What you just mentioned can only be regarded as a psychological problem. I still haven't gotten the answer I want."

After half a minute of adjustment, Elaine somewhat regained some of her former rationality, and became more like her confident self in the past.

"No, there is an inevitable connection between the two. In fact, this can also be said to be the prerequisite for the answer."

Duncan shook his head. He smiled and looked at Elaine, who had been seriously demonized, without any desire in his eyes.In his eyes, the charm of the other party is far less than that of the long-dead Sophia Nicholas. Compared with her, the succubus in front of him is just an immature girl. If he could have a child with Sophia at that time... .Probably about the same age as Elaine.

Thinking of this, the corners of Duncan's mouth rose with some emotion,

"I'm curious, what kind of method do you think I will give you?"

Elaine thought about it,

"Maybe it's a powerful magic ritual, used to strengthen and fix one's own consciousness? No—"

She quickly rejected this speculation. Although Duncan, who could resist the charm of the succubus' talent, might be quite powerful, his aura was far from as terrifying as Ella Williams.There is no reason why the latter cannot complete the magic ritual that he can complete, and there is no need for him to specifically ask Duncan for advice.

"Or some kind of special method that can strip away the power of bloodlines and use it to weaken one's instinct."

This time, her tone was a bit more determined. Perhaps this was the alliance's secret research, which had to be completed in a special, hidden island that was only open to the alliance.

The reason Ella Williams didn't try that was because she had to wield a lot of power as an executive and couldn't risk weakening herself to address hidden dangers.

Elaine feels more and more that her guess is accurate. Although Duncan Coleridge still possesses impressive strength, his current state and information are related to the bloody New Party MP, the old Enoch Guard Knight Commander. In contrast, it has declined significantly.

Her guess can fully explain this point. Perhaps it is after the power of the bloodline has been reduced in some way that the consul of Enoch will show signs of aging and weakening.

So she stopped raising new guesses, just looked at the other person like this, and began to weigh the gains and losses in her heart.

There is no doubt that she can no longer maintain the current state. In the past few days, she has only gained a brief sobriety now, and every other minute and every second is just a nightmare that cannot be woken up. struggling.

But...can she completely give up the power brought by the succubus blood?

Elaine's pupils contracted inward, and at this moment she recalled the events many years ago, recalling the mediocre and weak self that had been buried deep in her memory.She once held expectations, but lacked talent and ability, so that she was afraid of the source of that expectation...Now, can she really give up everything that her blood has given her?

Go back to the past, change back to that powerless self——

She felt a chill run down her spine. Maybe this ending would be more difficult for her to accept than a twisted will, or even a loss of life.

"There's no such thing."

"what?"

Elaine raised her head in astonishment, she thought she had heard wrong - that should be the correct answer, a way to get out of the predicament by paying a certain price.

"It's not that great at all, you think I can solve the problem with a magical ritual or a spell, or cut a wrist with a knife and let the cursed blood flow down the drain?"

Duncan's smile became a little weird,

"If things could be solved so easily, there probably wouldn't be so many nasty tragedies happening."