The Heartbeat of the Cruel Elves

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect my luck to be so good."

"But, anyway," he said calmly, his eyes casually sweeping across Myrcella's, "I don't think you're a wizard, are you?"

Myrcella froze for a moment, then suddenly exploded:

"Who told you? Who?" She was furious, and suddenly realized, "Was it Hagda? Was it that idiot Hagda?"

She looked at Li Yin with eyes that seemed to be spitting fire.

Li Yin smiled in surprise, "Hagda..." He pondered for a while, "Very good, it seems that I have a new friend. I must get to know him when I have the chance."

"I guess, he must be the one who sold you the magic potion, oh no, elf?"

"It's not him?" Misella's face turned pale, incredulous, "Then who is it?"

Does he have other enemies? Is there some shameless guy who is secretly obstructing his plans?

Li Yin smiled slightly, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Myrcella. A clear light suddenly appeared in his deep eyes, and the light flowed, revealing an indescribable sharpness.

"Do I need someone to tell me?" he asked in a deep and calm voice.

"What?" Myrcella's mouth half opened.

"Master Myrcella," he said methodically, "I notice you have a stereotype about slaves."

"Think they know nothing about anything, especially about the Dark Elves."

"In fact, your obsession with the position of Archbishop not only reveals your true purpose to me, but also reminds me of another thing."

"Although arcane magic is not as brilliant and highly respected as the divine magic of the Spider Queen in the dark elf society, it is also a talent that is highly valued. Especially for male dark elves who have no affinity with divine magic, becoming a mage is widely regarded as one of the most likely ways to change their destiny."

"If you are really a mage, then it is obvious that you will also be a rare talent of the Borgia family, not to mention your gender advantage. How could you condescend to appear in the slave camp and even have to work hard and scheme to fight for the position of a slave chief commander?"

Chapter 1: Mission Impossible ()

"I think a more reasonable explanation is that it is precisely because you subconsciously know that you are just one person and that the so-called 'you' do not exist, so you need to use every possible opportunity to strengthen your deterrence against me. So you suddenly had an idea and took advantage of my doubts about Instructor Turner at the time to create your unpredictable identity as a magician in my heart, further reducing the possibility of my resistance."

"And you, who claim to be a wizard, are actually just a user of magic items at best."

"Nonsense!" Myrcella was obviously angry and shouted in an unusually high voice.

Li Yin noticed that she had repeated this sentence too many times tonight...

However, Myrcella herself was obviously not aware of this. She snorted contemptuously, rolled her eyes slightly, raised her chin slightly, and said sarcastically:

"You are a stupid, ignorant, and self-righteous human. You know nothing about the society of our dark elves, yet you are making rash judgments here."

"How ridiculous, you—"

Li Yin ignored the female dark elf's cold and contemptuous words, but his pupils shrank slightly, and then the corners of his mouth curled up slightly:

"Instructor Myrcella, now, can you please tell me the name of that magic shop?"

The cold eyes of the dark elf instructor, which were full of sarcasm and arrogance, suddenly froze, and then, in the next moment, her icy gaze suddenly melted and became bright. At this moment, Li Yin felt sorry for the burns she had suffered before. Because in his imagination, her bright expression at this moment must complement her beautiful face in the past.

"I, I," she said in a flustered tone at first, and then very happily, "I don't know why I have to hide it. You are so smart and you already know everything."

She completely put away her arrogance and looked at Li Yin seriously. Although she was looking down at him because of his height, her eyes were full of appreciation and admiration.

"The name of the store is Glowing Moss. It's a very inconspicuous little store, just like its name."

"But I often go there." She talked to Li Yin non-stop as if she was chatting with a close friend, "Because it is better and cheaper than those big magic shops."

"But," she suddenly took a few steps forward and came to Li Yin with warm eyes, "If you want to go, it's best to take me with you."

"Because that scum Hagda specializes in cheating those unlucky people who don't understand the market and are not good at speaking. If you go alone, he will definitely ask for an exorbitant price, so it's better to have me accompany you because I have rich bargaining skills." She put her hands behind her back, leaned forward, got close to Li Yin, her scarlet eyes flickering, and she smiled with dimples, and recommended herself very sincerely.

"I'll consider it." Li Yin said with a smile, stretched out a hand and patted her cheek gently in a friendly manner.

The dark elf female instructor actually covered his hand, as if she didn't want him to let go immediately. She also shook her head, rubbing her tender face against his palm through a layer of cloth, looking like she was enjoying herself.

This previously ferocious "female leopard" suddenly seemed to have turned into a docile big cat that only knew how to act coquettishly and beg for mercy from its owner...

In order to make it easier for Li Yin to touch her face, she even bent down further and lowered her waistline. From Li Yin's perspective, he could clearly see the tall and fit female dark elf's slender waist and the graceful curves of her plump buttocks.

Such a gentle and charming look was unprecedented, however, Li did not dare to have any romantic thoughts in his mind at that moment.

The effect of the charm has been verified, and now comes the most important moment.

He wants to ask the most crucial question.

"Tell me, Myrcella, why, have your plans changed?"

The dark elf female instructor who had been rubbing against his palm raised her head and looked at him lovingly with her ruby-like eyes, a faint light flowing.

"Why, you who are just an ordinary dark elf, changed your mind and want to use me to deal with Cassia?"

The faint light flowing in the ruby ​​eyes suddenly froze, and Myrcella seemed to be in a difficult situation.

However, before she could open her mouth, Li Yin continued talking on his own.

"Don't say anything yet, let me guess."

"First of all, the fact that all dark elves know still exists. No ordinary dark elf is qualified to challenge the noble princess of the family alone."

"So, can I understand that you are finally no longer 'alone' now?"

"You can finally say 'we' without batting an eyelid. Because you've finally found a collaborator, or—"

Li Yin pondered for a moment and continued, "Should I call him a 'backer'? After all, it is impossible for someone who can plot against Princess Cassia to maintain an equal relationship with you."

"That person must have a strong conflict or conflict of interest with Princess Cassia, so you can easily use my resources to get her."

"Moreover, you must have hooked up with her recently, otherwise we wouldn't have been living in peace for so long. In other words, at the beginning, although you 'dominated' me, you had no plan to deal with Princess Cassia directly. Until recently, a sudden change changed your plan."

"As for the mutation factor that befell you recently, I can only think of one reason. It's very simple. Your burns - you need a powerful being to use incredible means to help you restore your appearance."

"Considering that recovery and healing are the domains of priests, this inference is consistent with the previous inference about the identity of that person. She must be a high-level priestess of the Spider Queen. At the same time, she has another identity that is highly overlapping with this one - a princess of a family, because only a princess is qualified and capable of dealing with another princess!"

"Otherwise," he continued, "if there hadn't been this sudden incident, I guess you had prepared two routes as alternative plans to control me in the future - one of them was to use me as a bargaining chip and defect to the princess's enemies. You have already practiced this yourself, so there is no need to say more. The other is to use my eyes and ears to increase your understanding of the princess, cater to her preferences, curry favor with her, gain her trust and favor, and rise to the top..."

"So you said at that time that maybe one day in the future, you would ask me to seize the opportunity to say a few good words for you in front of the princess - this was the only thing you said at that time that was not a complete lie."

Chapter 2 Mission Impossible ()

"…So, unfortunately, you are not only a brutal and tyrannical slave owner, but also a cunning conspirator, a power-hungry official, and a habitual liar!" He concluded indignantly.

Every time he said an adjective, the dark elf's pupils trembled violently. He looked at him pitifully with fear and grievance, as if he was extremely hurt.

Li Yin, who was spitting all over the place, suddenly realized that he had expressed his true feelings a little too much, so he changed his words in time: "But..."

He gently rubbed the dark elf's face, "But the way you lie seriously is actually quite cute."

"And, once again, you're a good instructor, both in bed and out of it."

After a slight surprise, Myrcella regained her composure. She smiled, and even felt a little shy, as if she was overwhelmed by the compliment. Then, she moved her face closer. Li Yin's hand could feel the amazing heat coming from her face through the cloth.

"Finally, I didn't go off track." Li Yin breathed a sigh of relief. Although the charm made Myrcella's attitude towards him temporarily friendly, if he was too harsh and vicious to her, it might forcibly end this effect.

"Now tell me, my good instructor." He looked back at Myrcella and asked softly, "Is my guess correct?"

Myrcella's eyes suddenly became struggling and hesitant again.

Seeing this, Li Yin's eyes darkened slightly.

"Yes and no." After a while, Myrcella answered with a strange expression.

Li Yin was quite surprised. "Then first of all, tell me who is the real mastermind behind this."

After a brief hesitation, Myrcella raised her head, took a deep breath, and looked at Li Yin with eyes filled with respect again, and... a hint of fear.

"You...are all monsters?" she said with lingering fear.

"We?" The surprise in Li Yin's eyes grew stronger.

"You have almost guessed the whole story, except for a few minor differences."

She took another breath, paused for a moment, and then said:

"The one who ordered me to order you to murder her was none other than Princess Cassia herself."

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"Is it hard to guess?"

In the long dark alley, Cassia leaned against a rock wall, her arms folded across her chest, her tone indifferent, without even glancing at Mircella.

"You underestimate our intelligence."

"Any noble who is even slightly distracted will find that the death of the male dark elf named Turner is suspicious."

"Ogres are indeed gluttonous creatures with low intelligence. However, even ordinary animals can distinguish between feeders and food, let alone them?

But they are still much smarter than ordinary animals. When they have enough food, they can understand the importance of appetite and their own lives. Otherwise, they would not be sent to the slave camp, but to the slaughterhouse..."

"It's just that most nobles think that things in places like slave camps are not worth wasting their energy on."

"And I happened to have a lovely slave being trained in the slave camp, so I paid a little attention to him, that's all."

"But, to be honest," she turned around leisurely, the tail of her short hair dancing lightly. Her scarlet eyes looked directly at Myrcella, and the corners of her sharp lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of praise: "By the standards of a commoner, you did a good job. If an unrelated noble knew about it by chance, he might even praise you from the bottom of his heart."

"But," the frivolous smile suddenly stopped, and the scarlet pupils suddenly became sharp, "You are wrong in that you can't tell the difference between the important and the unimportant."

"You can fight for an official position in the slave camp. But don't you think you are too greedy to scheme against a princess?"

"Who gave you the courage?" the princess of the Borgia family asked sternly.

"I dare not, no." Mircella, who was standing upright in the middle of the alley, shuddered, her face full of horror, and shook her head vigorously.

"I don't think you understand my question," Cassia walked forward slowly, a smile reappeared on her cold cheeks. She stretched out a hand, pinched Myrcella's face, and caressed it gently, "Tell me, who--"

"—gives you courage."

“No, no…” This time, Myrcella didn’t even dare to shake her head. She just trembled all over and looked at Cassia in horror. “Princess, I swear, I didn’t mean to plot against you—”

Under Cassia's cold gaze, she shuddered, "At least... not at the beginning. At the beginning... I just wanted to be promoted to the position of chief officer."

"I...I am 'establishing a bond' with your slave...in the hope of getting to know you better, so that...so that I may have the opportunity to serve you to the best of my ability in the future."

"Oh?" Cassia remained calm and continued to knead her face with her index finger and thumb.

"It is not an easy task to completely heal this beautiful face. Even a high-level priest would have to spend a lot of effort—" She paused, exhaled slowly, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly, saying meaningfully, "It shows how much you love her."

"A princess's favorite secretly thinks all the time about how to serve another princess with whom she has no connection at all 'with her best efforts'."

"He even risked offending the princess and threatened her beloved slave. What a deep-rooted admiration..." Cassia said with a hint of sneer on her lips.

"If I hadn't had any children, I would have almost suspected that you were my long-lost daughter."

"Let's take a step back," she said, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked dignified without being angry. "That high-ranking priest favored you so much, and this is how you repay her? Even if I believe your lies, do you think I would trust the loyalty of a guy like you, my dear niece?"

Cold sweat dripped down Misaela's forehead. Three days had passed since the battle with the Quigo barbarians, and even her injuries had healed. But at this moment, she suddenly felt as if she had been cast into the spell of the Quigo priest again, and returned to the "furnace", her whole body burning with unbearable heat. At the same time, a piercing cold surged from deep within her body.

"A niece is still a daughter. From today on, you are my real mother!"

A deep fear surged from the bottom of her heart. For a moment, she couldn't help but lower her head, squat down, hug Cassia's legs, and shout wildly to her "aunt", to this little princess who was younger than herself.

Chapter 3: Mission Impossible ()

Of course, she knew that this was just a whim of panic, or mental disorder. This absurd statement was just a funny joke, which was useless except for further irritating the other party.

Besides, even if they were really mother and daughter, what would happen? Dark elves would be suspicious of each other and fight against each other even if they were blood relatives for power. Mothers killed their daughters, and daughters plotted to overthrow their mothers. Such situations were not uncommon in Nevre.

The current matriarch of the Borgia family, Amanda Borgia, Myrcella's grandmother and Cassia's mother, was originally the second daughter of the previous matriarch. She was ranked last in the order of succession. It was "supposed" that she had seized the inheritance rights by plotting against her eldest sister, and she also launched a rebellion at the end of her mother's reign, overthrowing her and taking control of the family ahead of time...

In short, Mircella knew very well that it was useless to make friends with relatives in her current situation.

"This is what just happened," she cried in panic, "Princess."

"I admit that I did establish contact with another prince, but that really only happened just now, just to repair my appearance. Before that, I was absolutely thinking wholeheartedly about how to serve you well." Her face turned pale, and she looked up at Cassia with horror in her eyes, and said sincerely.

"Oh?" Cassia's lips curled up slightly, her scarlet eyes were deep, "Then may I ask, how did you establish contact with 'the other prince'?"

Myrcella immediately pursed her lips and remained silent.

After a moment, under the pressure of Cassia's silence, she reluctantly spoke tremblingly:

"I told her... I had taken control of a slave... who was very dear to you..."

She didn't dare to continue.

Cassia was silent for a while, then smiled, "So you are using this condition in exchange for her treatment of you?"