Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 141 The Hinter (Nearly 10,000 words, three updates)
“Male, who gave you permission to look me in the eye! Kneel down and accept my whipping! Kiss my boots now, or I will grant you death.”

The classic dark elf taunts stunned Rean.

He paused for a moment before realizing that the words were being spoken to him.

Lucille Charlotte, the eldest daughter of the city's third-largest family, was riding a small black dragon, looking down at the group of people on the ground.

At this moment, they had arrived at an open space outside the city, having been teleported there by Purple Rose's magic.

When Verna came to see her off, the noblewoman was perfectly normal.

But after setting off, this eldest noblewoman revealed her true colors.

"These are the Dark Elf nobles?"

"Yes, this is what dark elf nobles are like. What you saw before were extremely rare examples."

The purple rose continued to smile, seemingly unrelated to me.

In traditional Dark Elf society, only noblewomen from aristocratic families are considered human; men are either cannon fodder or slaves. But this noblewoman directly mocked him, which, in a sense, is also a habit.

"She's trying to seize control of the team, and she's using me to establish her authority?"

Rean sighed and prepared to draw his sword.

Unbeknownst to them, those pupils had already transformed into dragons.

Dragons are proud, even arrogant, and Rean never felt inferior to anyone. When he silently raised his head, his dragon eyes shone with a faint golden light.

"Awoooooo!" Before the dragon knight could react, the little black dragon instinctively retreated.

It felt a nameless fear, as if it had been preyed upon by a superior.

"Roar! (Even though he's just a mortal)" The little black dragon seemed to feel it had been wronged and tried to roar back.

Rean smiled; his hand had already touched the hilt of his sword.

He didn't actually want to make things so ugly; he originally intended to let this unfortunate guy die naturally.

But now, it seems there's no other choice.
"Apologize, or die."

However, someone stood in Rean's way and stood up for him.

The fiery red Valkyrie floated in mid-air, her divine spear radiating deadly fire.

The eldest daughter of the first family silently watched the eldest daughter of the third family, her phoenix eyes filled with undisguised killing intent.

She was planning to kill someone.

If Rean and Lucille were to fight each other, regardless of who wins or loses, this mission would have already failed.

If Rean were to kill the noblewoman on the spot, the alliance that had just been signed would likely be null and void.

How can we let this happen?

Not receiving an immediate response, Valkyrie Alexie raised her spear, ready to kill Lucille instantly.

If the third eldest daughter dies at the hands of the first eldest daughter, it will just be another internal power struggle within the Dark Elf family.

Her killing intent had materialized, and her spear was already ignited.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Earthling! I spoke without thinking."

But the mighty "Dragon Knight" was completely stunned when he realized that the city lord's sister was really going to make a move.

Beneath that seemingly tough exterior lies a cowardly soul who preys on the weak. When life is threatened, what does dignity matter?

The dragon knight hurriedly took off his helmet and offered a series of insincere apologies.

She was chosen by the Goddess City Lord to join the team, thinking that the city lord's family valued her and her dragon's power. These days, because she obtained the dragon rider, she's been strutting around like a whirlwind.

Dark elves are typically opportunistic and will take advantage of any opportunity. This noblewoman felt she was being "pursued" and decided to use this advantage to demand more money, at least to gain some control over the situation.

In the culture of the Dark Elves, the dominant figure reaps most of the benefits and honors, while followers are merely servants.

On the way here, she had been praised by her sisters as if she could become the new city lord at any time. But now, frightened by the spear imbued with divine power, reason took over and she reverted to being the opportunistic dark elf noblewoman.

"I was just a little too excited, earthling, I apologize for my shallowness." This wasn't because he knew he was wrong, but because he truly realized he was about to die.

Although she apologized to Rean, her eyes remained fixed on the Valkyrie Alexie, and she never took the people on Earth seriously.

Rean sighed. The Valkyrie stood in front of him. He glanced silently at the dragon and the dragon knight. There was no rush. There was really no need to rush.

After this little incident, it became unnecessary to continue working together.

Originally planning to split into small teams to carry out the mission, the Charlotten family members were the first to leave with their luggage.

According to the plan, the next step is to disperse and snipe individual mind flayer squads. The focus is on the mind flayer squads that come from Outland to provide support, eliminating the mastermind's minions. There is also some intelligence indicating that there are mind flayer search teams in the wasteland, which should also be eliminated.

Rean watched the Black Dragon Knight leave in a hurry, lost in thought.

It wasn't that he was surprised by the noblewoman's idiocy; he had actually heard many similar stories before.

Born into a privileged family, the dark elf noblewoman's social circle consisted only of other noblewomen; men were essentially slaves and playthings. Her actions towards men from the mortal realm were considered perfectly natural, but...
“Sallyman, thank you, but there was really no need to rush.” He suddenly turned around, sincerely expressed his gratitude, and implied, “Well done, don’t do it again next time.”

"Huh?" Sallyman tilted her head, looking innocent, somewhat puzzled as to why Rean would say that.

"Hiss (Hmph, I'm not helping you, I just don't like that idiot)" Another Sallyman, she can actually be arrogant!
Turning around, Rean sighed; his schizophrenia was getting worse.

He wasn't really sure; it was all just a guess. Now that he'd asked, it turned out that "Sallyman" was behind it.

On the way here, Sallyman, the "noble lady of the earth," chatted with this noble lady of the underworld for a few words. It must have been around that time that she was infected.

The purpose? Probably to incite conflict, giving Rean a reason to kill the opponent and the black dragon, and directly obtain the necessary advancement materials.

A mind mage plus an enchanter (psychic/controller) is a double whammy; you won't even know when you've been hit.

The real Salim should not be a first-circle mage (for her, staying at the first circle would be a waste of resources), but should have cultivated to at least the third circle or higher in the field of bewitching.

Perhaps her greatest skill lies in various mind-controlling spells.

Enchanters specialize in "applying magical effects to XX", that is, enchanting "items" and adding various status effects to them.

It can be a curse on enemies, and a buff on oneself or magical items.

If your specialization is to give magical items permanent enchantments, then you become a professional logistics enchanter, which is the most profitable branch of the mage class.

If the target of the spell is an "intelligent being," the main effects are on the mind and actions. Charm, hypnosis, and forced action are all possible, and suggestions mixed with mental power can kill invisibly.

"The revived Sallyman doesn't seem to be in a normal state either. A normal person, split in two, is naturally not quite normal either."

But it seems that Rean can only wait, wait for her to truly stabilize. So far, everyone else in the team has noticed that something is wrong with Suliman, but Suliman herself is completely unaware.

The unpleasant incident may pass quickly, but a rift has already formed. While others are cursing Lucille for being brain-dead, Rean and his group are feeling a little guilty.

However, the fact that the impact had occurred actually made it easier for Rean and his group to act alone.

This time, it wasn't just the people from the ground who came, but also the Third Family. The other families were given the missions of "clearing out scattered soldiers" and "sniping spirit-absorbing monsters," which were actually less dangerous than fighting to the death on the city wall (because they didn't have to face the beasts). Several families sent their core members and noble ladies.

Now, they formed small teams to hunt separately, and Rean and his group successfully separated from the main force to hunt independently.

Alexie wanted to come along, but the other families were keeping a close eye on her, so they had to temporarily agree on a time and place to meet.

Victoria of the second family, on the other hand, was already an outsider when she infiltrated this time. She easily blended into the ground people's team. Although the noble lady of her family had a sharp look in her eyes, no one said anything.

"It would be good if we could get half of them back." And the moment she spoke, it seemed like a curse on her companions.

"No, how is it a curse? I'm just stating the facts. Now is the time to settle our scores. Several high-ranking noble ladies have arrived, so it's the perfect opportunity to eliminate our competitors."

Victoria, who hates dark elves the most, actually has a rather mature dark elf mindset.

She's right. They probably all know what the "real mission" of this trip is, but they just don't say it out loud.

In the process of completing the mission, they will definitely fight each other.

The fact that they are now so obediently and voluntarily forming small teams is probably to facilitate their hunting of each other.

This underground wasteland has all sorts of weird and wonderful things, so isn't it normal for people to die here? You don't even need to deal with the corpses; just leave them in the wilderness for the monsters to eat.

"I don't want to follow my family's path. Someone like me will eventually be pushed up as cannon fodder." Victoria was a little excited; she seemed to have made up her mind to leave the dark elf society.

What's even stranger is that despite having received the inheritance of the heroic spirit, she hasn't shown any obvious changes.

"Alright, we should get to work. We can't count on them; they'll mostly be fighting amongst themselves and won't be doing anything on their own." Rean sighed. Perhaps dark elves are better suited as enemies than allies; they're pure torture.

But smelling the scent of the wilderness and feeling the fragrance of the battlefield, Rean felt inexplicably excited.

He felt full of energy and couldn't wait to have a big battle.

Perhaps this also reflects his gradual adaptation to the battlefield.

"Uh, it's a bit early for Suliman, no rush." ​​Rean sensed something was wrong; he seemed to be in too good a state.

"Huh?" The adorable Sally Man tilted her head, looking completely bewildered.

"Hiss (You don't appreciate my kindness, I'm not giving you any buffs)!" But Sallyman on the other side just accepted it.

Sure enough, it's you again.

(End of this chapter)