What Should I Do If I was Forced to Marry the Elf Queen

So, according to the description in the book, I prepared the sacrifices loved by the king of the North Sea-a large number of fresh herring, salted fish marinated with spices, our traditional food "Looking up at the stars" fish pie... .. and so on, something completely different from other evil gods...

After throwing these into the deep well in the altar.

I separated my wrist, spilled my own blood, and pronounced the spell as described in the book:

"Zazas-Zazas-Nasnazas -"

Then the water in the deep well boiled and evaporated a strange blood mist!

Immediately after a loud noise like a stormy sea...

A lazy and inattentive voice sounded:

"I am the king of the North Sea——"

Then the mist condensed a man's face that was not clear, he stared at me and yawned and said:

"Mortal, what do you call this king?"

165. Cthulhu Warlock Margaret

When I saw the face in the blood mist, I was shocked at first.

But then he was stunned.

Because the man in front of him looked listless...whatever he looked at, he was just an ordinary uncle, without a trace of evil spirits at all.

It is also completely different from the horrible, weird and indescribable description of the ancient evil god in The Book of the Necropolis.

If it wasn't because the figure in front of me was completely condensed from blood...I even wondered if I had made a mistake and summoned a fake evil god...

It seems to have noticed my suspicious look.

The man in the blood mist rubbed his waist with a wry smile, and said helplessly:

"I was stabbed with a trident by my wife just now, and now my waist still hurts terribly...If there is nothing wrong, the king will go back and rest first."

As he said, he turned around and was about to leave, yawning as he walked, just like a married man and middle-aged uncle.And the blood mist began to disintegrate around with his actions.

"It's really troublesome..."

Hearing the Cthulhu's complaint, I suddenly felt a little bit dumbfounded.

You know, in order to deal with the unexpected situation that may occur in this evil god's call, I did enough homework.I tried my best to prepare all kinds of magic spells to eliminate evil and prevent mental manipulation. I also specially modified the basement and designed several easy escape passages.

It is to prepare for the worst and always prepare to deal with the accidents that may occur in the sacrifice of the evil god.Try to ensure that you can get out of your body.

Because I anticipated the indescribable and weird phenomenon that might appear in the sacrifice ceremony...I even went to the church specifically and asked the regional bishop to cast the [Soothing Curse] on me, in order to calm my mind. .Complete the entire sacrifice ceremony in the calmest state.

However, judging from the current situation... this evil god that I finally summoned seems to have no interest in the sacrifice ceremony...

Thinking that the preparations I have worked so hard in the past few months might be in vain, I hurriedly stopped the evil god:

"God, please stay! I have sacrifices to offer!"

"Huh? Sacrifice?!"

After hearing the words "sacrifice", the uncle-like evil god immediately turned around and said with a smile on his face like a flies smelling a fishy smell.

"Little girl...have sacrifices? Let's talk and talk..."

Seeing a 180-degree change in Cthulhu's attitude, I was suddenly speechless.But out of caution, he knelt down on one knee, keeping the mortal respectful to the gods and said:

"Yes, this time I will summon God to offer sacrifices to you."

Having said this, I gritted my teeth and said:

"As long as the sacrifices you need are still within my abilities...I can do my best to find them and offer them to Lord God...but I also hope Lord God will give me too The corresponding gift..."

Having said this, I am mentally prepared to hear from Cthulhu what it is difficult to accept.

After all, this is how the book describes the devil contract.

I have seen many many.

But in order to gain the power to protect Attu, I am willing to give everything I have...

Of course...I also have a bottom line...

I will not betray my family in exchange for strength, let alone betray myself.

Because in my heart, I have long belonged to Attu.Since it's Atu's thing, then only Atu can dominate me.Never allow others to get involved.

Therefore, once the Cthulhu's request exceeds my bottom line, I will immediately activate the magic scroll hidden in my sleeve, and then escape the basement from the dark tunnel, turn off the engine, and let the underground altar completely collapse...

But what was completely beyond my expectation was that the demands made by Cthulhu were not excessive demands such as the "body", "soul", "life of the beloved" in my imagination.

But...

"That.... Do you have any salted fish?"

The Cthulhu's voice was a little flattering and a little embarrassed.

Salty...salted fish?

Why would a dignified ancient evil god need salted fish?

This is too strange!

As if he had noticed my gaze, he grabbed the back of his head and said with a bit of twist:

"It's the kind of dry and salty...fish marinated with salt and spices...if it doesn't work, fresh herring will work..."

After speaking, the evil god looked around, then cautiously continued:

"My wife won't let me eat at home...so I can only count on the sacrifices of you believers..."

This evil god... is still a strict wife?

Did you make a mistake?

Enduring the desire to vomit in my heart, holding back a smile.I try to say in a respectful tone:

"There are still a lot of salted fish in the warehouse of the next house... If Master Shangshen needs it, I will get them all..."

The Cthulhu immediately nodded and said:

"Yes, yes...that's it! Hurry...get the salted fish. After you get it, what spell do you want to learn? Can the king teach you?"

In this way, at the price of towing the salted fish every Monday, I learned a lot of taboo spells from the Cthulhu from the [Chunker] and [Transcendence] ranks that I can’t even think of.

For example, a potion formula that can transform a docile sheep into a murderous Cthulhu family, a mental spell that can hallucinate people into madness, a summoning spell that summons tentacle monsters in rivers and oceans... and immunity. All curses, even [curse reversal] that can double the curses of others back...

After learning the taboos from Cthulhu, I pretended to relax my vigilance on the safety of the mansion.

Soon, the stupid assassins of Little York's family came up.

Their methods are still the same, but I am no longer the weak girl I used to be.

Therefore, without exception, the assassins have become my test objects for practicing the evil god forbidden technique.Either he died under the mouth of a mutant goat full of tentacles, or he scared himself to death in the illusion and became a lunatic.

I will not let my father and Attu know about these things.

Therefore, I did not waste the corpses of these assassins, but gave them all as sacrifices to the ancient evil gods.

Although the Lord Cthulhu who only loves salted fish is not interested in human corpses, I promised to give him an extra cart of salted fish every week as a "sacrifice fee."

He readily agreed to my request, and instead of me handed over the corpses of these human beings to other evil gods as sacrifices, and then handed over the gifts in exchange for sacrifices to me.

And I kept doing it, taking this opportunity to uproot the intelligence network that the Duke of York was lurking around Glamorgan, and ruining all the intelligence systems of the York family in Wales.

Of course, none of their corpses was wasted. I sacrificed all of them to the indescribable beings, and replaced them with real benefits.

After realizing that the intelligence network he had worked so painstakingly collapsed overnight, the Duke of York was naturally furious.

Although he didn't know that I did all this, he invited a wizard to curse me through the clues left on the scene.

And this is in my arms.

Because after mastering the curse reversal technique, the curse that almost all human wizards put on me has completely lost its meaning.

On the contrary, I can bounce it away, disgusting and disgusting Duke of York.

So a week after I first released the curse reversal technique.

Unsurprisingly, I heard rumors in the tavern about “the Duke of York’s mansion caught fire and exploded” and “and the Duke of York was blown up and blinded one eye”.

166. The End of Crisis

After confirming the effect of the reversal spell, I also tried to cast a spell directly on the little Duke of York.

But for some reason, all the curses cast on the young Duke of York were either ineffective or blocked by a mysterious mist.It is completely unable to play its original effect.

The King of the North Sea told me that this is probably someone who is secretly protecting the Duke of York from the curse.

I was a little disappointed in not being able to curse the enemy directly...but it also made me faintly excited.

Because if it were that simple and let the little Duke of York die...it would be too cheap for him!

After all, he is my dear uncle...

I have to "thank" him well.

Because they are all given by him, since birth.My life has always been in the shadow of death, shrouded in clouds of conspiracy and assassination...I can't sleep well day and night, always in fear.

And my mother, the attendants who kindly took care of me... all died, all were killed by the running dogs of the York family...

Thinking of the difficult years of these years, thinking of the cold corpses lying in the storeroom... thinking of the bloody scene of corpses all over the Welsh border.

I can't wait to smash that damn little Duke of York!

But... how could I let him go so easily?

If it is just for him to die easily, then my heartache and pain for so many years are not meaningless!

So, I will definitely catch the little Duke of York...

In the name of my mother, I swear that I will make him suffer all the time, and return the pain he previously inflicted on me and other people thousands of times!I want him to understand what despair is...what is fear...to make him feel so painful that he knelt down and begged me to kill him!

Even then, I won't let him die easily!I will put him on the torture rack and roast him slowly, and let his blood drain a little bit in the severed artery!Then he was burned into a scorched corpse by the fire!

Only in this way can I slightly release my hatred...

But now, it seems that it is not just the Duke of York who is planning all this...it seems that there is some black hand hiding behind him.But... it doesn't matter, because one day I will catch them all!

Although I don't have the ability now...but I can give the Duke of York a taste of fear...let him understand what kind of life I have been living for so many years.

So, I began to curse some of the York family members, or directly let Cthulhu's family members descend in their mansion.

After I killed seven Yorkers in a row... the expert behind the little Duke of York finally made another move.

After that, although I never succeeded again, I was quite satisfied.

Because from this point on, Little York has lived a life of simplicity, mostly in his own territory or in the mansion of the royal capital.Even if they have to go out, they will be surrounded by a large number of soldiers, plus the protection of hired mages.

His performance like a frightened bird made me very satisfied.

So, where after.Except for the two trailers of salted fish every week, I stopped making sacrifices to the evil god.

Although the King of the North Sea had also suggested that it could help me gain greater strength.

But I still rejected his proposal.

It's not because I don't long for revenge or strong power...

It's purely because...These ancient gods crawling in the chaos are all evil and elusive existence...

The more I understand these evil gods, the more I appreciate the initial caution.He didn't rush to choose those elusive existences, but chose the King of the North Sea, which is actually not a great existence of Cthulhu.

Otherwise, I might have died long ago.

After all, dealing with the real evil god is still too dangerous and full of variables.

And if you want to get the true blessings bestowed by the evil god... the price you have to pay is even more than signing a contract with the devil.

Not only oneself...but also family members, lovers, and all those close to them...maybe they will become the playthings of the evil gods and become puppets manipulated by the unpredictable will.

For those ruthless wizards, such an approach may be understandable.

But for me...I just want to protect my beloved Attu, my father...and all the people who treat me kindly, so I don't hesitate to become a believer of the evil god and gain strength.