Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 107 Goddess City Lord
On the servants' plates were heads, their eyes wide open in death.

This is a fish that took the bait willingly, and also a way to intimidate the envoy.

"Earthling, as the host of this place, I have come at your invitation. But I apologize, given the current situation, for coming uninvited at a time when I should be sleeping."

Verna's calm voice echoed through the hall as soon as she spoke.

This kindness and courtesy eased the tension somewhat.

She came at the invitation of the city lord. Since the city lord is negotiating according to diplomatic protocol, at least a fight won't break out now.

Verna Talabal, her beautiful face devoid of any smile, her long white hair gleaming with gold in the night.

Standing there, she naturally became the focus of everyone's attention.

She was not only a young city lord, but the golden pendant on her chest also signified her religious identity as a high priest.

The noble lady, whose status was high, was dressed quite scantily under her loosened cloak.

Beneath the cloak was only a thin, semi-transparent veil, and her erect, sensitive areas were bound by golden chains. Judging by her body alone, she even resembled a bar dancer.

However, most rational people would not underestimate her because of this.

Despite her cold and alluring face and enchanting curves, the combination of her icy expression beneath the shepherd's crown created an eerie sense of holiness.

At this moment, facing those red and gold eyes, Purple Rose revealed a serious expression.

"Self-sealing? Divine servant? Goddess?" Beneath those peculiar chains, the magical girl sensed the power of the gods.

“Yes, my lord is also my mother.” Verna Talabal, one of the many seeds sown by the Silver Bottle Mirror Woman in the mortal realm, is also a so-called legend of this plane.

She declared that the purpose of her power was clear, so now we can talk on equal terms.

Throughout, her gaze remained fixed on the purple rose.

In this extraordinary world, supreme power can disregard the authority of mortals.

Only something powerful enough could make this mature magical girl take things seriously.

“Ha, I have always respected Lady Silver Bottle,” Purple Rose replied with a smile.

It seems we can move on to formal negotiations.

But then, an unexpected event occurred.

Within the group, there was a middle-aged mercenary who couldn't control his eyes, or perhaps he didn't want to.

He stared intently at the scantily clad goddess, focusing on the sensitive areas of this noblewoman.

The visiting dark elves seemed unconcerned; in their culture, men were considered inferior, even family property, but this offense was still unacceptable.
"Aaaaaah!" The mercenary suddenly rolled on the ground in pain.

A malicious curse spread across his body, and large swaths of flesh were directly eroded by the shadow.

"Keep your dog under control." The goddess's crimson eyes remained calm, but her words carried a hint of annoyance.

"I'm so sorry. But this isn't my pet; it's probably a stray dog." Purple Rose refused to take the blame and then conveniently pushed Sallyman forward to take the fall.

"This is my niece, and she's also the envoy for this trip." Purple Rose was merely a "middleman and proxy," ensuring that the delegation could connect with the local city lord.

The city lord countess was taken aback. She was even a little surprised. Dark elves were known for their absolute respect for the strong. Was this girl too weak?

Not only was it a matter of ability, but as the person in charge of the ambassadorial affairs, he hadn't even taken the initiative to speak to her.

Verna then looked Salman up and down for a few seconds, before revealing a sarcastic smile.

"Heh." Then she turned around and continued talking to Purple Rose.

"Are you all alone in the cities up there?" Such hurtful words were actually uttered directly!
What she said, though impolite, was not wrong.

As an envoy, Suliman was truly unqualified; even as a high-ranking noblewoman, her performance was somewhat of a mere ornament.

However, the princess doesn't have many nobles she can trust in Radiant City. Considering her unique abilities, it's understandable that she was sent out as a diplomatic envoy despite the difficulties.

Or, in the princess's view, at this crucial juncture, loyalty is more important than ability, and if Purple Rose follows, the worst possible outcome can be avoided.

But right now, it's not a question of whether Suliman is capable or not; it's a bit embarrassing.

She was in extremely poor condition and appeared dazed, clearly unqualified to serve as an ambassador. From the very beginning, her failure to step forward was a disqualification.

But the truth is one thing, and Verna said it so directly, which was a bit humiliating and a slap in the face.

Sallyman was furious, but she couldn't lash out.

That's a tough question to answer. If you're assertive, it will disrupt the hard-won communication; if you're weak, you'll be looked down upon and put at a disadvantage in the following negotiations.

Sometimes, humiliating the envoys of the weaker or more desperate party, thereby shaking their resolve and gaining an advantage in the agreement, is also a negotiation tactic.

"Pfft." But at that moment, Rean covered his mouth and laughed out loud, feeling embarrassed.

Then he was met with a death stare from Suliman.

"Sorry, sorry. It wasn't intentional, I just thought of something funny."

Then, he was glared at even more fiercely.

But this incident immediately eased the tension.

Ke Lien has thus gained attention.

"Hmm, there are still completely free classical knights in this era. Your oath is very heavy. Extremely heavy. You have chosen an extremely difficult path." The female city lord's crimson eyes faintly burned with the flames of divinity, yet they held a hint of respect.

A devout shepherd will often respect another devout person, as long as their beliefs do not conflict. However, a free-spirited classical knight, who has only an oath but no deity, may have the possibility of serving any god and can easily rise to high positions.

A classical paladin who follows the path of asceticism may not be strong enough, but he certainly has enough prestige in the religious world.

“If you are willing to pledge allegiance to my lord, I can make you my knight.” With her mother’s sake in mind, Verna was eager to try her luck. A neutral deity could definitely recruit a free-sworn knight like Rean.

A devout, classically-minded knight, and possessing a terrifying power of will—this is perhaps a man destined to become a legend.

The "eyes" of gods, divine children, and mortals are different; they are more likely to see a person's essence and soul, especially their "great vows" and "faith."

Before Rean could refuse, Sallyman stepped in front of him.

"No need. I thank you for your offer on behalf of my fiancé, but we have already made plans for the future."

Huh? When was it booked? I didn't know.

Rean scratched the back of his head, a little confused. Then he was glared at.

Oh, you mean the future after the engagement is broken off? Don't blink, I understand, I understand, I won't misunderstand. (Sallyman: You don't understand anything.)

"fiancé?"

At this moment, Verna looked Sallyman up and down again, but just smiled and shook her head without saying anything.

But this almost unspoken humiliation is probably even worse than a direct rebuke.

Sallyman could no longer hold back and was about to speak when Rean grabbed her hand.

Rean smiled and shook his head. As a diplomat and the weaker party, he couldn't just follow the other side.

Seeing Rean's smile, Sallyman calmed down. She took a deep breath, and her eyes regained their coldness.

"Lucky little girl, I hope you can bear the price of this gift of fate in the future." Verna was too lazy to beat around the bush.

"My time is limited. What do you want?" she asked directly, inquiring about the reason for her visit.

“As the special envoy of Princess Dania of the Kingdom, I…” This time, Salman was not led by the nose.

He stopped halfway through his sentence and looked around, implying that the place was not the right place to talk.

Once the conversation got down to business, the two of them went upstairs, accompanied by guards.

After thinking it over, Rean realized he had no reason to follow. Seeing that Purple Rose had gone after her, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's keep playing cards. Kuku, this time we're going to win!"

To be honest, playing cards with "yourself" is a rather subtle feeling, as the two of you can think quite similarly in many ways.

But not winning a single game was a bit frustrating. Rean always felt that Kuku was cheating, but he had no evidence.

Kuku, who has been cheating all along, seems to be no match for Purple Rose. Could it be that playing cards itself tests the abilities of the spellcaster?

Rean's actions did indeed ease the tension.

Although the Countess's attendants remained standing there silently, at least they weren't staring at the other side.

As for the mercenary who was almost dead on the ground, no one seemed to care.

The private conversation upstairs didn't last long; about half an hour later, Verna came downstairs first.

Her cold eyes held a hint of a smile, as if she had obtained something quite nice.

After coming down, she left immediately, taking those heads with her.

About five minutes later, Sallyman and Purple Rose came down.

The "temporary ambassador of Glorious City" looked quite grim, indicating that the talks had not gone well.

"Fortunately, we reached an agreement with her, a private truce." She took a deep breath, smiled, and said this.

The crowd in the hall cheered and listened intently.

But in the ensuing internal meeting, she hurriedly asked the question.

"Is there any way to contact Radiant City directly?" It seemed there was some intelligence that needed to be relayed back as soon as possible.

This scene undoubtedly led everyone to have bad thoughts, but Suliman was too anxious to think about such things now.

But everyone else shook their heads in denial. Purple Rose could take people back, but it was unlikely they would be able to come back after they left.

Suliman was clearly in a hurry, but there were some things she didn't dare to say.

Rean initially thought this matter had nothing to do with him, but unexpectedly, Kuku suddenly spoke up at this moment.

“You have it! Rean, you have it.”

"I mean...

Rean subconsciously pulled out the Heroic Spirit Encyclopedia, where the Heroic Spirit card belonging to Kuku was flashing and glowing.

"Hmm. Dream Training Mode! Almost there, almost there." Kuku has less than a week left; it's indeed time to activate the final Hall of Heroes mode.

Using dreams to communicate information seems quite feasible.

The straight-line distance between this city and Radiant City is indeed not far, but can they really cover each other?

[Can a wide-range search mode be started? Start it?] It seems that it really can be done.

(End of this chapter)