Eski frowned, the red light in his eyes bloomed, and he turned to the little prince Menis over there.
"Bath slave?"
"There's not enough clean water, the woman said."
There was disgust in the boy's tone, obviously very dissatisfied with this kind of thing, but Esky just scratched his head.
"Hecate, let her be."
Who cares about the woman who just gave birth to a child, even if he uses this boy to repeat what happened in the Temple of Cain, he can only express sympathy for Menes.
And... Esky's eyes fell on Menis.
This boy inherited his mother's beauty. His lips are as strong as a boy's and as soft as a girl's. His delicate brown skin is as delicate as agate processed by a master. His eyes are also amber-like in color, paired with his soft hair.
With black hair, no one would doubt his Lahmian royal ancestry.
This appearance is very attractive to females, whether they are humans or elves. Letting the slave rat bathe him with his tongue must be the hobby of that woman Hecate.
Looking at those amber eyes, Esky's mind suddenly flashed back to the woman who died in the Lahmian Palace a few months ago because he needed to repair his soul for some inexplicable reason.
After killing his mother and still treating this little prince like this, no matter how you think about it, it is still a bit too beastly.
But no matter what, Eski clearly knows that he is the little boy's mother-killing enemy, and now, in Skaven society, he is his slave. In this case, he should follow the rules of the Skaven.
Already.
Placing his white paws on the little prince's curly black hair, Esky said:
"Apprentice, remember, in the society of our underground empire, strength and influence are everything."
"Until your strength surpasses that woman, you can only endure these things, but be careful not to use dimension stones just because of such things. You definitely don't want to see your body mutate."
The little prince frowned and tried to shake off Eski's claws, but failed. He could only say in annoyance: "I know."
"Now, come with me to meet that woman."
"What did you say?!" Menis's eyes widened and he stared at Eski in disbelief.
Eski ignored the question that the boy whose skin seemed to be lumped together asked loudly again. He just stretched out his hand and let the magic force push the boy to follow him towards the room where Hecate was.
The decoration here is quite gorgeous, compared to Eski's own room.
In addition to the walls and ceiling, which were filled and polished to a smooth black color, the walls of the room were covered with purple silk obtained from unknown sources, and there were a pair of completed and several unfinished embroideries on them.
, these golden embroideries combine the dual styles of Oriental and Nehekhara.
Opposite Hecate's large black wood bed upholstered with down, there is a huge tapestry depicting goblins flying among flowers and many roaring lions that look like the East, and even a brazier around it.
Lidu is different from the common fiery red and green colors in the Underground Empire, but a blue flame like the color of a lotus.
It’s been a long time since I came here, and there are so many new gadgets, but I always feel that it’s not something that a woman like Hecate can handle. Eski suddenly thought of the prisoner he captured, so he leaned on the backrest to help himself.
Hecate, whose daughter was breastfeeding, said, "Hecate, where is the vampire?"
The wizard had a cold expression on his face, and his pale face still showed the unique arrogance of the elves. He did not let go of the hand holding the baby, but just raised his head and said: "You mean Naema?"
Eski raised his left eye and said with a playful smile: "That woman really likes this name better."
"Of course, that is the connection between her master and her." Hecate shook her head, her messy white hair swaying slightly, and then said:
"She said that Cathay Bailan is dead, and her new life was given by her master. Therefore, she will only have one identity and one name from now on, Neferata's maid, Naema."
"I've even told you this. Do you know her very well?" As he spoke, Esky grabbed Menis who was dodging behind him, grabbed him out, and placed him in front of him.
"You know more than you think." Hecate patted the swaddle, changed her position and held her daughter. While breastfeeding, she looked at Menis with bright eyes and said, "That is an interesting woman. But you
Are you bringing him here?"
"My apprentice is almost your pet now. Do you want to use him as one of your slaves in the temple?"
"A magic apprentice, the Witch King never allows this kind of thing, I want to give it a try." Hecate's aggressive gaze stayed on Menis's amber eyes, as if he wanted to eat those clear eyes.
Seeing this, Eski sighed helplessly, pulled the little prince to his side, and said: "I am not the Witch King. Everything will be handled according to the rules of the underground empire. You are better than him now, so I won't
I don’t care about this matter, but equally, I won’t care about what he does to you in the future when he becomes stronger.”
"Are you sure he can become stronger?" Hearing this, Hecate raised her eyebrows and looked at Eski's white hair, and said, "Interesting, as his mother-killing enemy, you are playing the role of a good master."
"As a trophy, I didn't give him a mark of ownership. No matter how you look at it, I am indeed a good master." Eski rubbed his paws on the little prince's black hair and said with a sneer: "As for the revenge of killing his mother,
I'm not worried about that kind of thing. With human's magical talent, it's very possible to defeat you as a bride of Kane. If you want to defeat me, it's impossible without the gods."
"As for him calling for the help of the gods, it is worthwhile for me to train him. Whether he can revive the gods of Nehekhara or let the four gods turn him into a demon prince targeting me, I am very happy.
interested."
"But no matter what, now, he is mine."
Hecate pressed Menes on her body, and Esky couldn't help but complain: "To be honest, your picture of Kane's bride breastfeeding is as contrasting as the owner of the Palace of Joy breastfeeding Tyrion.
.”
"Hey, if you think about it this way, Moraes couldn't really have done this. Rounding it off, it can be considered to have really happened."
Hecate looked at Eski angrily, and with her free hand took out the dagger hidden under the pillow, "Shut up, are you trying to kill me?"
By mentioning the Palace of Joy so easily, Salish's eyes may turn here at any time!
"Okay, I'll shut up. Then, where is the vampire?"
"She's inside, and she won't wake up for a while." After saying that, Hecate pointed to a black curtain that was not noticed at first. It was composed of two layers of black and purple gauze. The scene behind it was as follows:
Ji couldn't see clearly for a while, but the sensitive Skaven sense of smell allowed him to notice that in addition to the smell of vampires, there was also the unique smell of Hecate behind him.
Esky's eyes widened in surprise, with a look of astonishment on his face, but the corners of his mouth could not help but raise, and he asked: "Does she love her master more, or did you capture her?"
Hecate also laughed: "I don't have that ability, but I do know her ability. As expected, I have been trained since childhood."
"It's a good show, such a twisted plot, I quite like it. Call her here. I really want to know what she thinks when she is here with us." With that, Eski walked towards the curtain.
Afterwards, the oriental woman with her head coiled looked angrily at the rat who had broken her arm and grabbed her, revealing her vampire fangs.
Eski looked at the vague black magic connection that the magic wind found on her body with amusement, which was the connection between the blood descendant and the master, and then he said: "Let me see, your
What is the master thinking about now?"
Hecate was surprised and asked: "Can you do that kind of thing?"
Eski said in magic words: "The tentacles of Sla' (Entertainment)."
The Anoquayan used by the elves is based on the magic language. Of course Hecate can understand the meaning of this. After the root word Sla', just add the affix nes, which means monarch in the magic language, and it becomes
Salish, also known as Slaanesh.
After mentioning the Palace of Joy, he mentioned this word again! The Witch Spirit threw the dagger out of her hand. After Esky caught it with her backhand, she said angrily: "You want to harm me with that thing's spell?"
Has his soul been devoured?"
Eski showed the mark that belonged to Lilith on his hand with a nonchalant expression, and said: "Your soul is with me, protected by the Moonlight Girl. There will be no more until the sister of all elves is unable to afford her divine power.
Any questions."
He grabbed Naema's pale, delicate and flexible neck and lifted her up.
"Okay, maid Naema, do you want to see what your master is thinking now?"
"No! I won't allow you to hurt..." Before the oriental woman could finish speaking, Eski held down her head, and his soul tentacles directly penetrated in, finding the blood connection that transcended space limitations.
"I said, I just want you to see what she is thinking." As he said that, Esky's will has been extended with the magic energy and has been close to the other end of the connection, but the strange thing is that Neveu
Rita's consciousness seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and the magical atmosphere around him felt familiar and disgusting.
However, Neferata's spirit was completely undefended, which allowed him to sink his consciousness easily, and the consciousness split in the body simultaneously projected the pictures presented in it.
Eski looked at the scene that gradually solidified from illusion: "Is this a dream? Wonderful pain, this is the emotion of regret, let's see."
A woman's face appeared in front of Neferata's eyes. There were no flaws on the brown skin kissed by the sun. Under the tall, thick black eyebrows, there was an almost perfect oval face and full lips. She had smooth black hair.
The braids were bound by gold hair rings and neatly separated on both sides, forming a unique warrior hairstyle from Nehekhara, making her look heroic and clannish.
Time has also left traces on her face, and some wrinkles can tell that she is moving towards inevitable aging, but those black gem-like, almond-like eyes are still as unyielding as a flying eagle.
At this moment, black blood was flowing out of the mouth of the woman in front of Neferata. Eski could also feel the panic in Neferata's heart. She leaned forward and said: "Kiss me, little eagle, and then, you
Then you will be free.”
Looking at the projected scene, Naema clenched her hands tightly, her long nails digging straight into her palms. The identity of the woman in the picture was obvious enough. The queen of Lebaras, Khalida, was the one she would always see.
A woman that no one can compare to.
Eski opened her hands, poured the black magic Dahl into the vampire's body, and said regretfully: "Will your master feel sorry for you if you do this? No, she won't."
Holding Naema who was looking at Neferata frantically kissing the dying Khalida in the picture, Eski sighed: "Judging from your emotions, I feel that the matter between Alkadiza and her
, there’s nothing that can break your defense, but a reminder, don’t hit me unless you want your hand to be broken again.”
Naema bit her lip tightly to let her blood stay from the wound, and the vampire's endless thirst became more serious.
Although she had seen Neferata with other maids so many times, this was the first time Naema had seen Neferata like this in the picture. She said unwillingly: "I didn't know she could accept it.
I'm not good enough."
Eski sneered and said: "Why, you, a palace maid, still want to compare with the queen who is a war eagle? Tsk tsk, I feel sorry for you."
Khalida was born as noble as Neferata, grew up with her, was a goshawk on the battlefield, and was a blood relative that Neferata would never forget.
As for Naema, although she has relearned chess, calligraphy, calligraphy, and dance, she looks like a lady, but she still has a way of serving others. She is just a vase trained for the powerful in the East. To put it nicely,
The point is like a vase, and to put it bluntly, the point is like a slave that the Eastern powerful can play with at will.
Eski came close to her ear and whispered: "Whether it's Khalida or Alkadiza, your master seems to like heroes on the battlefield. How about you also learn how to become one?"
Warrior, maybe you can attract her attention."
After receiving eyes filled with anger, Esky smiled and said to Hecate on the other side of the curtain:
"I was originally thinking about whether to take this woman to meet her master. But now that I think about it, Neferata's power is just that, and she has so much fun. There is no reason not to go."
"Okay, we have to go see the vampire and bring our little prince and your daughter... No, speaking of it, she was formed by combining my magic power with your egg cells. To a certain extent