"What do you mean?" He held the ruby ​​scepter in his hand secretly, and Moya retreated at a slow speed that ordinary people could not detect.

Unexpectedly, he was careless for a moment and was pulled closer to each other by the night elves. Seeing him instructing others to leave, Moya could not guess his intention.

Want to silence?

Or...bring me back to Ergrigue Prison?

If it were the latter, I wouldn't be worried... But his identity as a night elf has been exposed, so he probably won't let me go...

Trouble guy...

The knight is innately restraining the mage, even if we are injured, he has the advantage over me in terms of speed and physical strength, and in terms of injury, he is also lighter than me.

I will definitely not beat this guy when the decay on my back has not been cured.

Damn, I can't die yet... I haven't taken revenge yet, how can I... die in such a place...

Seeing Moya's eyes emitting a firm look, Sistale sighed secretly.

The eyes full of survival hope contain anger and hatred in addition to persistence and not giving up.

That anxious and unwilling expression of revenge made Sistaer's hand holding the sword tremble slightly.

Is it hard to escape from prison just to take revenge?

Maybe, I shouldn't have killed her...

Asriel died and the family lost the only priest. How can I calm my father's rage?

perhaps……

After looking at Moya with a cold and scrutinized look, Sistale finally gave up killing the female prisoner who knew his secret identity.

"It's nothing, I just want to make a deal with you." The Paladin signaled that she had no malice. But this did not alleviate Moya's suspicion. She was still vigilant to maintain a safe distance to prevent a sudden attack that might be launched at any time.

Sistale disagreed with Moya's suspicious attitude. Instead, he admired the amazing perseverance of the female prisoner.

Night elves' weapons usually carry huge poisons, and the wounds stabbed by the swamp knight are no exception.

This woman can really persist. Under the torture of decay, even a qualified church knight could not bear it. Unexpectedly, she could persist until now.

Being able to persevere until the end of the battle and keep a clear mind is already a very powerful character in terms of humans. At least, at his nearly 100-year-old life span, he has never seen a woman stronger than the person in front of him.

She is wise and quick, insidious, cunning, cruel and ruthless, and never ruthless. Compared to her dead idiot brother Asriel, she is more like a night elf.

"Hmph, make a deal with the night elves? Lord Paladin, have you forgotten who has been pestering and chasing him for three days? If it weren't for you, I'd been back on the ground now, how could I be trapped in such a ghost place?"

After hearing Sistale's words, Moya couldn't help but sneer.

She had no good feelings for the night elf who had put herself in such a predicament, and naturally she would not be interested in what he said.

Only idiots can deal with night elves. It is their usual style to turn against others. They are active alone in the area near the Night Capital, and their lives are at risk at any time. It is hard to say that this is just a trick to deceive her, just to give a fatal blow when she loses her vigilance.

This kind of trick may be useful to deceive others, but for me who has been in prison for thirty years, it cannot be considered a clever trick.

"Ha... I can't be considered a successful strategist. I really want to negotiate a deal with you sincerely. If I don't agree, there is nothing I can do, but do you think you can escape my pursuit? The wound on your back hurts? "The "protection" has been used, and there is not much magic left. It's impossible for you to defeat me in your current state. Even if you have the staff of my not very clever brother, it will be useless. At most, you can only temporarily suspend your death and increase your pain."

Slowly put his hand on the hilt of the sword, Sistale's expression also changed with his words.

In a flash, the gentle and kind Paladin immediately turned into a cold-blooded and cruel night elf.

Indeed, he was right.

Moya knew that the injury on her back was already very serious. If she was not treated, the toxins attached to the rot technique would cause serious damage to her body's nerves. She would die if she didn't need the night elf to take action.

"Tell me, your purpose."

"Walking forward, it is the honorary city of Night Elf, one of the four gathering places of the night elves. My family Ludwiss is now ranked seventh, and the one you just killed was my brother Asriel, who is the eldest son of the Ludwiss family."

"So what, do you want to seek revenge on me? Kill the benefactor who saved your life for a fool brother who wants to get rid of his own?"

"He is the only priest in our family. Since he is in a war with the Nakalin family now, how can I explain it to my father if you kill him?"

"You can just say what you want. I hate the roundabout conversation." Impatient with Sistaer not talking about the key points, Moya was a little anxious.

The toxins in her wounds were expanding bit by bit. If he continued to talk at this speed, he might have died of poison before he could express his true purpose.

"I mean, you will be the priest of our family in place of Asriel."

"Ha? Did I hear it wrong? You want me to go to your family to replace your brother, an outsider, the murderer who killed your brother? Why don't I know when the night elves who never accepted humans were so close to humans?" As if he heard the funnyest joke, Moya really didn't understand the purpose of the night elves this time.

What exactly does he want to do? Let a human live in the city where ninety thousand night elves live.

"If you are just an ordinary human, don't talk about transactions. I will take your life as soon as you killed Asriel. The Night Elf tribe never allows his compatriots to die at the hands of lowly humans, especially being assassinated and sneak attacked to death. This is the greatest insult to the Night Elf who has the title of "Dark Night Wanderer".

Sistaer's word-by-word emphasis caused Moya to panic.

No, no, how could he know who I am.

"A dark clan with Truk's blood will never insult the reputation of the Ludwigs family. On the contrary, his father will be happy about it. Truk's bloodline has been cut off in the Night Capital for four hundred years. For the most faithful believers of the Dark God, a dark Truk is a natural priest and does not need to spend dozens or even hundreds of years to cultivate. The family with the most priests can win the battle of power." During the first confrontation, Sistale had already developed doubts, without the need for spell preparation, magic scrolls and magic books, no staff, magic rings and spell robe, a "human" actually fired eight super magic moment spells in a row. Although they were all low-level spells, this was definitely not something that ordinary people could do.

When Moya performed "protection" continuously, "silence" and "banned" three magical techniques, Sistale officially affirmed her identity.

Only the Truths of the God-Following Clan can have such rapid use of magical skills. Unexpectedly, this time, the entrusted by Warden Grig, tracking the escaped death row prisoners would have such unexpected gains.

Sistale didn't care about Moya's many sneak attacks on him before. This extremely shameless behavior in humans just catered to the appetite of the night elves. In the underground capital full of assassination, kind people would never survive.

If we can win such a priest who combines mind and scheming as our backing, not only will the ranking of the Ludwigssi family rise quickly. Moreover, no one in the family dares to oppose himself. The heir who keeps the closest connection with the priest and priest is the most powerful successor to the throne. This is the unchanging tradition of the night elves for thousands of years.

"How, your answer?"

If rejected, Sistale could only kill the prisoner who had been tracking for three days.

Once discovered by other families, it would definitely be a major blow to the Ludwigsey family. The loss of the priest and a priest and reserve priest are also lost.

It's the worst situation...

After carefully thinking about the night elves' proposal, Moya had a headache.

It seems I have no choice.

If he didn't agree, this guy would definitely kill me. He had ulterior motives before to stop the pursuit of Metty, but he was afraid that he would be invited to another family.

Humph! The scheming guy...

"I'm sure I'll agree to your proposal. However, I need you to agree to my conditions, otherwise... it's better for you to kill me."

Sistaer was overjoyed. He could agree as long as it was not too much beyond his ability; "As long as it was outside my ability, I could agree to you."

"Don't worry, this is not difficult at all, and you can only help me."

Originally, Moya wanted to slowly take her revenge after returning to the ground, but the night elves suddenly offered an invitation to become the priest of her family, which reminded her of another excellent shortcut.

"What do you want? Wealth, status or a noble status? As long as you become the priest of my family, you will be a noble among the nobles, and ordinary family members will have to bow to you."

"Why do you think I was a Truk man who became a serious criminal in Grieg City? Just like your dead idiot brother, a conspiracy. The difference is that I failed and was framed by the enemy and went to prison. So if I take revenge!! I will never let go of all those who framed me and allowed me to spend thirty years in Grieg. But with my own strength, not only will I face the endless pursuit in the days to come, but I cannot deal with all my enemies alone, so I must rely on your identity as a Paladin in the human world."

"...Okay, I promise you."

After thinking for a moment, Sistale nodded in agreement to figure out whether the whole thing was good or bad for him.

The two dark souls who were paying attention were not at ease with each other, and for their own benefit, they had to put their future on the scale called "Fate".

"In the witness of the God of Moon and Night, I, Moya Fassi Truk, made a pledge in the name of the priest to enter into a pledge with Sistale Kale Basinmk Al Ludwis..."

"In the name of the great Lord of Darkness, Sistale Kale-Bassimke-Al-Luedvisi swore his life and set aside Moya-Fassi-Trut..."
Chapter completed!