Ten minutes later, Clevex, who took off his armor and put on a black tunic, came to the side of the Blood Blade Palace. Malus, who was wearing a black silk dress and long purple curly hair hanging around his shoulders, was standing there.
Sit elegantly on the sofa and sip the wine in this goblet.
"Ah, beautiful Mrs. Malus, what brings you here?"
Clewix walked forward with a smile, then gently held the other person's right hand and kissed the back of the hand.
Malus immediately let out a seductive laugh.
"What else could it be?"
But what he said next made Clewix's expression freeze.
"It's not just my cousin who comes to me crying every day, which makes my heart break. Alas, there's also my poor niece. She's still so young and has a lot of years to live."
Seeing the other party pretending to wipe his tears with a handkerchief, Clewix's scarred face twitched, then turned around with a cold face and sat down on a chair.
"Aren't you just here to ridicule me?"
"How dare I? The famous cursed blade is not something a weak woman like me can fight against."
"Oh, is there anything in Comoros that Mrs. Malus doesn't dare to do?"
"Well...if I have to say it, I really do."
As she spoke, Malus changed her sitting position and put her right leg on her left leg. This action caused her clothes to slide back involuntarily, revealing a large area of snow-white skin, which looked very bright in the slightly dim room.
Extremely dazzling.
"Clevix, I can help you deal with those Thousand Sons, but I hope you can also do me a favor."
"Oh, is that a deal?"
Clewix frowned and thought for a moment. He did not doubt the other party's ability to solve the problem, but because of the lady's reputation, he had to doubt the other party's true purpose.
And there have always been rumors about what happened to this woman in the webway when she was exiled by her husband Victor. When no one was around, she would stare at her reflection in the mirror for a long time, then grin and snicker.
A burst of terrifying and wild laughter suddenly broke out. If some servants were unfortunate enough to stumble upon this scene, they would quickly disappear without a sound.
But thinking of his daughter's tragic death, Clewix decided to find out more.
"What do you want me to do? I told you in advance that the current time is very sensitive. It is impossible for us to intervene in the battle between you and Victor. This is also the meaning above, and the believers of the God of Plague may have new attacks at any time.
Action, we must closely guard all the gates of chaos, and we cannot spare any power for you."
"No, I don't need you to do anything for me. I just want you to connect me and let me meet someone."
Clewix's brows furrowed even more tightly. As a nightmare, he had quite a wide network of contacts, but compared to this lady, they were just a drop in the bucket. How could he be capable when the other party couldn't even meet her?
"who?"
Malus smiled slightly and said an unexpected name for Jean Clewix.
"Your leader, Drazhar."
"Ah, this——"
Clewix was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.
"It's not like you don't know that the Archbishop almost never leaves his steeple, and no one can walk in and out alive, not even us. Only his designated messenger can come in and out safely. The only one I know who has never left his steeple is
The guest who walked out was Victor."
From his words, one can feel obvious fear. Considering his status as the Nightmare Bishop, Drazal's intimidating power is evident in Comoros.
In fact, Drazaar itself is not a name. It means "living sword" in the Eldar language.
The Executioner Bishop is not only taller and more agile than other nightmares, but his strength is even more amazing. His pair of dual-wielding Clive Blades can attack enemies from any direction.
He often charges at high speeds across the chaos of the battlefield, leaving his foes dead before they even raise their sword or pull their trigger, leaving those marked as Drazal's prey to do nothing but pray to their gods.
Law, because they often only have a few seconds left to live.
Since Drazal suddenly appeared, he has become an indispensable part of the Nightmare Shrine, but he never speaks, never takes off his helmet and armor, and does not even need to eat or sleep. He only relies on simple communication with the outside world.
For head movements, only the highest-level nightmares could get a slight polite response from him.
All nightmare bishops are very suspicious of Drazal, because he never degenerates due to emotional arrogance, and unlike other nightmare lords who have hidden ambitions in their dark hearts, he seems to live just for killing.
It is for this reason that Drazal is also one of the very few people who is respected by all the consuls in Comoros. No one wants to go against him, and a contract or promise about him is even more valuable.
There are many cities, but so far only Victor, the overlord of Youdu, has signed a contract from Drazal.
Regarding the Nightmare Bishop's nervousness, Malus just smiled and said nonchalantly:
"Maybe I'm the second one?"
"I can't say this, but I can't -"
"Don't be so talkative. You only need to let me enter his tower. As for my life and death, you don't have to worry about it."
Clewix thought for a moment and finally said softly:
"Okay, I promise you, but those Qianzi——"
"Don't worry, when have I ever violated the many contracts I made with you? I promise, I will deliver them to you."
"Okay, when do you want to see him?"
"The sooner the better."
"Then I'll make arrangements immediately. You wait for my news."
"Okay, I'll leave it to you. I have to go to the arena, so I won't bother you any more."
With that said, Malus stood up from the chair charmingly. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, Clewix behind her suddenly smiled and said:
"By the way, ma'am, can I ask you something? I don't mean anything else, I'm just curious."
"you say."
"In the upcoming battle, I heard that you sent a newly promoted succubus to fight against Lelys Hespera. What is the origin of your new daughter? She actually has the courage to face a competition that has never been defeated.
Field Queen.”
Malus chuckled gracefully, and then replied:
"She, she used to be a dancer at Belletain."
"Dancer? Are you sure?"
"certainly."
"So you want her to die?"
"It's hard to say. Dancers may sometimes be more deadly than killers, not to mention——"
Malus took out the fan from her waist, unfolded it with a flick, and then covered her face.
"And no one can tell which side death is on."
After saying that, she turned around and gracefully walked out of the automatically opened door with her skirt fluttering, leaving only the Nightmare Bishop with a confused look behind her.