Ten minutes later, Clayvix, who took off his armor and changed into a black tunic, came to the side of the Bloodblade Hall. He was wearing a black silk dress and Males with long purple curly hair on his shoulders, sitting elegantly on the sofa, tasting the wine in the goblet.
"Ah, beautiful Madame Males, what wind blows you?"
Clayvix walked forward with a smile, then gently held the other person's right hand and kissed the back of his hand.
Males then let out a seductive laugh.
"What else can it be?"
But his next words froze Clayvix's expression.
"I'm not my cousin yet. I cried to me every day, and my heart broke. Oh, and my poor niece, she is still so young and has a great time."
Seeing the other party pretending to wipe his tears with his handkerchief, Clayvix's scarred face thrust, then turned around and made a butt to a chair with a cold face.
"You're not just trying to mock me."
"How dare I? The famous curse blade cannot be fought against by a weak woman like me."
"Ha, do Comoros have something that you, Mrs. Males, dare not?"
"Well... I have to say something."
As she said that, Mahles changed her sitting position and put her right leg on her left leg. This action made her clothes slip back involuntarily, revealing a large area of snow-white skin, which looked particularly dazzling in this slightly dim room.
"Clayvix, I can help you solve those thousand sons, but I hope you can do me a favor."
"Oh, that's the deal?"
Clayvix frowned and thought for a moment. He did not doubt the other party's ability to solve problems, but because of the reputation of this lady, he had to doubt the other party's true purpose.
And there have been rumors that this lady encountered something in the Internet when exiled by her husband Victor. When there was no one around, she would stare at herself in the mirror for a long time, then grin and even suddenly burst into a terrible and wild laughter. If some servants unfortunately encounter this scene, they would soon disappear silently.
But thinking of his daughter's tragic death, Clayvix decided to learn more.
"What do you want me to do? I agreed in advance. Time is very sensitive now. We cannot intervene in the battle between you and Victor. This is also the meaning of the above. Moreover, believers of the God of Plague may have new actions at any time. We must closely guard all the gates of chaos and cannot draw out the power for you."
"No, I don't need you to do anything for me. I just want you to bring a thread to let me meet someone."
Clayvix's brows frowned even more. As a nightmare, he had a wide connection, but compared to this lady, he was a drop in the bucket and could not even see him. How could he have the ability?
"who?"
Males smiled slightly and said an unexpected name that made Clayvix.
"Your leader, Drazar."
"Ah, this-"
Clayvix was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.
"You don't know that the Archbishop almost never leaves his spire, and no one can walk in and out alive, even us, only his designated messenger can enter and exit safely, and the only guest I know who walks out from there is Victor."
From his words, you can feel a clear fear. Considering his identity as the nightmare bishop, Drazzar's deterrence can be seen in Comoros.
In fact, Drazar itself is not a name. It means "living sword" in the spiritual language.
This executioner bishop is not only taller and more agile than other nightmares, but also has amazing power, his double-wielding Clive blades capable of attacking from any direction.
He usually charges at high speed on a chaotic battlefield, allowing enemies to land before they raise their swords or pull the trigger, and those marked as prey of Delazar have no other way but to pray to their own gods, because they often have only a few seconds of life left.
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. Communication with the outside world only relies on simple head movements, and only the highest-level Nightmare can get his slight ritual response.
All Nightmare Bishops were very suspicious of Drazar because he never fell into depravity because of his emotional arrogance. Unlike other Nightmare Lords who had hidden fire of ambition in their hearts, they seemed to live just for killing.
It is precisely for this reason that Drazzar is one of the very few people who are respected by all the consuls in Comoros. No one wants to go against him. A contract or commitment about him is even more expensive, but so far only the overlord of Youdu Victor has signed a contract from Drazzar.
Regarding the nervousness of the Nightmare Bishop, Males just smiled and said disregardlessly:
"Maybe I'm the second one?"
"I can't say this, but I can't-"
"Don't be so full, you just need to let me enter his spire. As for my life or death, you don't have to worry."
Clayvix thought for a moment and finally said softly:
"Okay, I promise you, but those thousand sons--"
"Don't worry, when did I violate the contracts I made with you? I promise, I will send them to you."
"Okay, when will you see him?"
“The faster the better.”
"Then I'll arrange it immediately, wait for my news."
"Okay, I'll ask you. I'll have to go there with you in the arena, so I won't continue to bother you."
As he said that, Males stood up charmingly from the chair, and was about to turn around and leave, Clayvix behind him suddenly laughed:
"By the way, madam, can you ask you something? There is no other meaning, I'm just a little curious."
"you say."
"The upcoming gladiator, I heard that you sent a new succubus to Rilis Hespera. What is your new daughter's origin? She actually has the courage to face the undefeated queen of the arena."
Males chuckled twice gracefully, and replied:
"She, she used to be a dancer in Beyetan."
"Dancer? Are you sure?"
"certainly."
"So you want her to die?"
"It's hard to say, dancers are sometimes more deadly than killers, not to mention-"
Males pulled out the fan on his waist, shook it gently and then covered his face.
"And no one can tell which side of death stands."
After saying that, she turned around and walked out of the automatically opened door gracefully while the hem of her skirt was fluttering, leaving only the nightmare bishop behind her with a confused look on her face.