The overlord of the gods is interrogating the alien female spy.

　"Thank you for your gift, Lady Veronica. Please take a seat. Someone, please make proper arrangements for this wonderful gift. Today, we invite His Majesty to use this organ to play the Golden Melody for everyone!"

　With such a generous gift, Horn naturally had to act enthusiastically. Besides, this banquet was arranged specifically to win over the other family's vote.

　"It is an honor for us in Lancaster to hear the Emperor of Music perform in person, Lord Horn."

　Veronica Lancaster's voice rang out from behind the golden-armored knights, her voice as melodious as a deer's call, making one wonder if her appearance was as captivating as her voice.

　As the golden-armored knights made way, that slightly slender figure appeared before everyone.

　"Wow...it really is a deer..."

　Looking at this person, Chen Lingxu was overwhelmed by memories of the deer that had willingly offered themselves to him.

　Chapter Fifty-Nine: The Blood-Red Banquet

　"Veronica Lancaster. Daughter of the former Emperor of Letania, and the future heir of the Lancaster family."

　In a corner where no one paid attention, someone was reviewing the background information of the little deer girl in front of them who had attracted everyone's attention from the moment she appeared.

　"At her twelfth birthday banquet, the former emperor was assassinated. The assassin's dagger eventually pierced Veronica's body, causing her to be cursed and transformed into a completely beast-like form."

　"What should we do... um? Sarkaz?"

　A deer dressed in gorgeous silk clothes stood in the crowd, speaking human language, which naturally attracted a lot of attention.

　Some felt regret, some were happy, some secretly mocked, and some were excited...

　But Chen Lingxu had already chosen to 'keep his distance'.

　Having tasted delicious food, he had no desire to return to the era of eating raw meat and drinking blood.

　"Master, master."

　When Theresa saw the little deer girl, something suddenly occurred to her.

　"Ok?"

　"Could you... use your myriad transformations to remove her curse?"

　If he could turn Theresa into a bird, wouldn't he be able to do the opposite and turn her back into a human?

　“Of course. But... why should I help her? Besides, I think she has already gotten used to this state, and may even be enjoying it.”

　That makes sense...

　Theresa thought about it and realized she might have been meddling a bit... She had initially thought the girl would be incredibly troubled and miserable because of the curse, but it turned out... aside from needing four hooves to walk, her living conditions were otherwise unchanged. And as the heir to the Elector's family, even if her life was bad, it was still a hundred or a thousand times better than that of an ordinary Letanian.

　"However, I am somewhat interested in the origin of her curse. Lamaren, what do you think?"

　"I?"

　I stood and watched.

　Lamaren ate the nut pie in her hand, and then looked carefully at the little deer girl.

　"Hmm... the magical aura emanating from her... it's somewhat like... witchcraft?"

　It looks kind of familiar.

　Lamarle remembered some secrets she had overheard here.

　"Do you know her? Lamaren?"

　Theresa tilted her head and pressed her for an answer.

　"Perhaps... Sarkaz witchcraft is as numerous as the stars in the sky, including many spells related to transformation."

　Lamaren saw the Qilin's probing gaze, and she puffed out her chest slightly, feeling a little smug.

　Even if this guy is incredibly powerful, he still needs to consult Ramalen on certain matters.

　win!

　"Have you heard of the Shapeshifters, Theresa?"

　But to prevent this guy from stirring up trouble, Ramallen continued Theresa's topic and chatted with her, simultaneously relaying the message to the arrogant Qilin.

　"Hmm, I've heard of some... some Sarkaz who have lived for a very, very long time."

　The last time Theresa heard about the shapeshifters was when the Qilin Overlord killed the Forgive Master.

　The other party showed no interest in inquiring about this afterward, so Theresa didn't hear any related gossip from the three beast lords.

　"Hmph, that's right. But what you don't actually know is that the Shapeshifter isn't a group, but a single entity."

　"

　"one?"

　"Yes, but it is said that it has countless clones, each of which is itself and can transform into anyone, or even something other than human."

　"Wow... then, wouldn't that mean... invincible?"

　Theresa Bird glanced at the Qilin beside her. Seeing that he wasn't upset because she said others were invincible, she was slightly pleased and raised her little paw on his shoulder.

　"It's alright. Although the Shapeshifter has such amazing power, the strength of her clones varies. Some clones are relatively weak, while others are relatively strong. Of course, its most amazing feature is its ability to transform into anyone."

　Lamaren then explained to her the origins of the Sarkaz transformation spells.

　"So some Sarkaz scholars, that is, liches, found shapeshifters and asked them for help. By studying their shapeshifting process, they created shapeshifting spells. However..."

　"But what is it? Tell me quickly, Lamaren, I'm so curious."

　When Theresa saw that she was being mysterious halfway through her sentence, she couldn't help but flap her wings and land on her shoulder to peck at her pretty pointed ears.

　"Okay, okay, I'll tell you now."

　Ramalyn led Theresa the bird to her, then cupped her in her hands, stroking her beautiful pink and white feathers as she continued her story.

　"But after that lich turned some Originium bugs into the terrifying Bug Khaz, he went into hiding, and the transformation spell was 'lost'."

　"Ah...it's been lost? What a pity."

　"Of course, it's only said to be lost. After all, no lich has used this kind of magic since then. But in my opinion, that kind of magic should still be recorded in the lich's tower, it's just that no one outside knows it anymore."

　"That's it."

　Theresa looked at the Qilin. The man seemed satisfied with the little story, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

　"hey-hey……"

　This man has such a handsome smile...

　"A good story. Tonight, I will reward you..."

　"Thank you for the invitation. May I refuse the reward? My esteemed... Heavenly Venerable."

　Looking at the smiling Qilin, even though he was now an unparalleled handsome man, Lamaren politely declined. She had no interest in knowing whether the reward and punishment he mentioned were the same.

　"Is that so? I was planning to reward you with something interesting, but since you don't want it, then Theresa, would you like it?"

　"Ah? I... my words... are bestowed by my master, and I dare not refuse."

　Theresa Bird never expected this to involve her. It seems that one of the sisters will have to suffer again today.

　"Well, I doubt you'd have the guts. Once we get back..."

　Before Chen Lingxu could finish speaking, a sudden gust of cold wind blew in from nowhere, extinguishing all the candles and lamps in the banquet hall. Only a silent chill permeated everyone's hearts with the wind.

　"What's going on?! Quiet down! Use Originium Arts for lighting immediately! Relight the lights!"

　"It's no use, Lord Hochberg! I've already cast a spell, but I can't see anything!"

　Horn Hochberg frowned. Even the strongest wind couldn't blow out all the lights inside the tower at once...

　There must be a villain trying to harm him!

　Horn's voice was barely noticeable in the banquet hall, which was now chaotic and noisy due to the sudden darkness.

　This shouldn't be the case... The attendants present were all trained, and the guests attending the banquet were all well-educated nobles... The knights brought by each family were guarding outside the tower... Not even a single Originium Bug should be able to get in!

　"—"

　Suddenly, a piercing whistle rang out.

　The sound was just like... a death knell...

　Panic began to spread; no one wanted to be the first to lose their life...

　Now, even the nobles are cowering like terrified dogs, trying to escape this terrifying, death-bringing sound.

　Damn it... what should I do?

　If something happens to someone here... his imperial dream...

　Horn was frantic, but what could he do to help him?

　You're so dense, get this forwarded!

　"interesting."

　A voice rang out, like an ordinary sigh, neither a loud shout nor a whisper in a corner. He simply uttered this sigh, and then, before Horn's eyes, he saw... the sun.

　Very good!

　It's Yuanshi Tianzun! He's saved!

　Chapter Sixty A Big Pot

　"Master...Master...I can't breathe..."

　Theresa suddenly felt herself plunged into darkness, and her surroundings became chaotic, as if everyone was shouting and running. She also felt as if she were sinking into mud, on the verge of suffocating.

　She couldn't see anything, so she could only try to make the Qilin notice her presence by shouting.

　"Quiet, Theresa. You're all here with me. And Ramalen, if you keep holding her like that, Theresa will suffocate in your filthy cunt."

　"Ah... I'm sorry, Theresa... I was afraid you'd get lost, so I wanted to hug you."

　"It's okay... Lamaren."

　No wonder it smells so good...

　Theresa felt a hand suddenly reach out and pull her away; the familiar force... it was Chen Lingxu's palm.

　I'm relieved now... but why did this happen?

　Theresa suddenly remembered that she and

　Lamarian has always been by the side of the Qilin Overlord.

　Even if they are in darkness and the people around them are making noise, it has nothing to do with them.

　This accident, no matter how you look at it, seems to be...

　"Ramalen, Master, what... what's wrong?"

　“Theresia…we seem to…damn it…”

　Lamaren's arms were tightly wrapped around the man's arm beside her. Even in death, she could hear the succubus's stubborn mouth saying, "I'm not afraid at all," but her body had honestly sought the most reliable refuge out of fear.

　Before she could even process what was happening, she heard a familiar whistle.

　"Someone is using a banshee's bone whistle..."

　"Huh? What will happen then?"

　Theresa knew that Ramalyn had a precious whistle, but she had never blown it.

　"Theresia...do you know why our Banshee's royal court is called the Court of Deathstroke?"

　"...Stop playing riddles now! You stupid banshee! Just tell me!"

　"Oh, it's alright... cough cough. One of our duties as banshees is to toll the death knell for the dead, and our bone whistles are the sign that announce death."

　Lamarle had only intended to dispel the pervasive panic, but then she suddenly realized something was amiss.

　"So that means...this place..."

　Theresa shrank her soft, fluffy body, trying to get some warmth from Chen Lingxu's palm.

　"Someone has died..."

　"interesting."

　Chen Lingxu originally wanted to snap his fingers, but found that he was holding the Theresia bird in one hand and deeply mired in the quagmire of the banshee in the other. He had no choice but to directly display his domineering aura to dispel the dark fear that shrouded the entire tower.

　“You’re right, a banshee’s bone whistle did indeed sound just now. But you are not in darkness.”