Melissa closed her eyes and tried to empty her head. The feeling that her thoughts seemed to be forcibly guided also subsided.
"Did you catch the key right away? Are you really a genius?" Crounpis held her face in surprise and then smiled, "But it's useless. As long as you are still you, you will not be without need."
Time to think.”
Merriface continued to let herself go, and simply started to meditate on magic.
Suddenly she felt something pressing on her thigh. She opened her eyes and found Crounpisi lying on her thigh.
"You...you, this..."
"Don't worry, you continue. But, if you can touch my head, I will be happy." Crounpis teased in a cute tone.
Melissa stretched out her right hand involuntarily. The feeling of the hair on her legs was really great. It seemed to have a faint floral fragrance. She really wanted to touch it and leave this nostalgic floral fragrance.
"No, no, my right hand." So she had to stretch out her left hand to grab her right hand, which she could no longer control.
"Hee hee hee hee hee hee…………"
"Smile, what are you laughing at?"
"It's nothing, it's just that the words you said when you were struggling made me want to laugh." Crounpis continued to laugh. Who told her that her lines sounded like she was about to release some power from her right hand?
At this moment--
"Miss Vermeer, we're here." The attendant's voice sounded outside the door, indicating that they had arrived at Merriface's home.
"Tch, it's the time when the show is going on." Crounpis sat up a little disappointed, glanced out the window across the road, and said to herself, "Fortunately, this body has also developed some sense of special organs.
It can be discovered, unlike the six people that the housekeeper also knows... In addition, eight people, is it okay to leave it to them? Well, it should be okay since we have so much experience."
She stuffed a small cloth bag into the pocket of Merriface's uniform, whispered a few words, and disappeared into the carriage.
Melphis stepped out of the carriage silently.
"Huh? Where's the other one? Did he leave with magic?" the butler asked.
"Well, that's it." Melissa nodded.
"Really, then, farewell."
As the carriage drove away, Melifiss looked at her small yard, which was much better than the common people but still inconspicuous compared to the big nobles. She did not step in immediately, but leaned against the wall and put her hands in her pockets.
I touched the small cloth bag and clearly felt a tingling sensation through the cloth, and there were multiple small sea urchin-like things.
"You genius little aristocratic lady, you should have established some relationships with the aristocrats in the class, right? Try to get them to eat all this. Smart people like to be with smart people. If you know anyone else who is worth investing in, let's work together
Let them eat." Crounpith's whisper echoed in Melphis' mind.
"Eh!" Melissa gritted her teeth, raised the cloth bag, and wanted to destroy it immediately with magic.
Sure enough, I actually couldn't do it.
Why would you be involved in such a thing? Why would you be the only one who encounters such a thing?
Isn’t this what everyone does? Doesn’t all interpersonal communication begin with something like this? Why is it that you are the only one who plunges into a terrible black hole?
Obviously, a small noble family like hers can rely on the newly established academy of the empire to get the opportunity to get along with the big nobles and common people on an equal footing temporarily, giving her the opportunity to make friendships with the big nobles and win over talented common people. But now——
I no longer have these temporary equal opportunities, I can only be a dog.
No, how can you forget it like this?
But what can I, who is still so weak, do to save myself?
By the way, isn’t it possible? Everyone is equal.
Just let everyone encounter the same thing as yourself!
"Hahaha, hahahahaha." Melifiss slowly put down her hand, trying her best to hold back her laughter that could easily make her family suspicious, and walked towards the door of her house.
I am the first, the first person to swallow this monster, so I am the oldest. Although she is...ah? Eh? What is she in my mind?
Monster? No, she would look cute without wearing those strange clothes, and her ambitions are also very great. We humans are afraid of the undead, but she and her daughter and son-in-law are thinking about how to benefit mankind through the undead.
.
Forget it, whenever I try to think about these things, I always feel more and more dizzy, my stomach hurts, and I don’t want to think about it anymore.
As long as we try to get them to eat these, they will all understand the loveliness and greatness of Pisi.
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On the roof of a building nearby——
Two men jumped over from the roof next door without making any sound. Wearing urban camouflage outerwear, their faces were covered with cloth, and their exposed eyes had no luster. It was better to call it numbness than emotion.
The look in the eyes of someone who makes a living out of killing people.
"There is no signal. An accident occurred on the other three routes. They have been exposed. Take action now."
"yes!"
The two of them poked their heads out from the edge of the roof, took out their crossbows, and prepared to snipe at the carriage that had just left the Vermeer House, because they didn't see Crounpis get out of the car.
Suddenly, the one who just shouted "Yes" fell down, with a trident on his back. Then, the trident reacted to the deceased, and red liquid and blue "gas" overflowed from the corpse.
, absorbed by the spikes on both sides of the trident.
"I see, the ability of the Trident of Thirst is to absorb the blood and magic power of dead targets and store it for its own use? It's not bad as a 'test sword' target, but it seems a bit inadequate compared to my upper limit of HP and MP.
By the way, judging from your tone, are you their leader?"
It wasn't that the assassin captain didn't want to make a difference. The moment something unexpected happened to his companions, he immediately launched a counterattack, but was immediately entangled by the tentacles on Nue's back and lifted up.
"If you want to attack directly, do you want to hit the target straight from the start? If you don't want to be like that person, just say it. Don't you have anything to say? What organization? Who sent you here?" Nue asked fiercely.
"Hmph, just life and death——"
Nue immediately swung his tentacles and "cracked" in a series of Lingchi attacks, peeling off a lot of the assassin captain's skin and flesh, just like diced meat.
However, the assassin captain remained calm and unwavering until he passed out from blood loss.
"Isn't it? It's really troublesome to be so stubborn. Those three went to intercept the other three groups. Why did the captain meet me here? I don't know how to mentally torture." Nue complained in his heart.
But Nue still used the remaining tentacles to ball up the deceased and the minced meat in order to eliminate traces and avoid waste, wrap them up and eat them.