Chapter 384 Words of Aging, Fanny, what do you think?
Soon, under the arrangement of the slave trader supervisor, Moriarty and Medusa were taken to a remote single-family building near the market. This was an idle logistics warehouse of the caravan. Although it was not clean, it was better than
In secret.
"Sir, I'll take my leave now. Do you...enjoy yourself?"
After looking at Medusa who was lying on the ground, the supervisor still shook his head incomprehensibly, smiled and left before leaving. Anyway, the Nigon world is vast, and it is normal for a few dark elves with unique "interests" to appear.
Outside, when he saw the slave supervisor coming out and leaving, Pokes carefully closed the door again and stood guard around him.
When there was no one else in the small building, Moriarty looked at Medusa who was lying motionless on the ground, suddenly smiled, then directly took out the test tube, grabbed her surprisingly delicate and tender arm again, and began to draw blood.
"What are you doing!? Let me go! You bastard!"
Medusa, who was still "pretending to sleep", suddenly opened her eyes and saw a dark elf "riding" on her body in an extremely obscene manner, doing unimaginable "evil things". Medusa was immediately shocked.
She drank and twisted with all her strength, hoping to escape from the opponent's clutches. Unfortunately, she was weak and weak, so her struggle was not only in vain, but also showed her graceful and agile figure, which made people fall in love with her.
Fortunately, the weird dark elf just drew a tube of blood and stood up from his body. Medusa then turned over and leaned on a pile of pockets on the side, looking at the other person with disgust and vigilance.
"Very good, now that you're awake, we can communicate smoothly." Moriarty carefully collected the blood before sitting down opposite Medusa. He looked at her chest with both hands, half-smiling.
The "weird old woman" before.
"snort!"
Just glaring at Moriarty again, Medusa turned her head away and ignored the other person, clearly refusing to communicate.
"This is not the way to talk to your master, old lady!" Moriarty looked at Medusa and suddenly smiled again.
"snort!"
Medusa actually didn't want to pay attention to anything the other party said, but when she heard the word "old woman", she couldn't help but feel angry and snorted heavily.
"I know that you are not as old as you appear. Is that right?" Seeing Medusa's reaction, Moriarty finally put away his smile, stood up, and lowered his head to the other party.
“…”
Upon hearing these words, Medusa's body suddenly trembled. But she stopped immediately. Then there was a long silence.
"It doesn't matter. If you don't want to talk to me, don't force it. Anyway, I have got what I want, and I will leave soon. As for you, you can stay here if you want. You can also go back to the slave market and continue to lie down.
It's all up to you." After waiting for nearly five minutes, seeing Medusa still lowering her head and saying nothing, Moriarty gave a simple explanation, then turned around and walked towards the door.
This is not a show of pretentiousness or playing hard to get. Although Moriarty is somewhat interested and curious about the weird Medusa in front of him, it is not serious enough to affect his business. Anyway, Medusa's blood has been obtained, and the transformation
Yu has a new transformation choice, and Moriarty's goal has been achieved. As for Medusa's unwillingness to talk, she is left to fend for herself. And in this "Dark Neon", alone
Once she is abandoned again due to her weak body, her fate will only be even more miserable.
"You, wait a minute!"
Just as Moriarty's hand touched the door bolt, Medusa's soft drink suddenly came from behind.
And unlike the previous times when he pretended to be hoarse, this time, what came to Moriarty's ears was a coquettish and charming cry, with a strange "silk sound", which actually increased his
There are many exotic and imaginary customs.
Immediately, Moriarty turned around.
"Why did you want to draw my blood?" If nothing else, Medusa raised her head and asked coldly first.
"What does this have to do with you?" But Moriarty frowned strangely, as if he heard a stupid question.
"you!"
"As a slave, you have no right to question what your master has done to your body. Instead, you should be glad that I didn't do anything else."
As he spoke, Moriarty's eyes swept across Medusa's towering chest. The latter immediately felt a chill and folded her hands in front of her body harder to block the "extremely disgusting" look.
"How do you know I'm not really old?" After looking at each other for a long time, Medusa finally couldn't help but asked the core question.
"Have you ever seen an old woman with such a slim figure, such clear eyes, and such a delicate voice?" Moriarty chuckled, and finally said something that Medusa recognized slightly.
talk".
But in fact, what really made him make such a judgment was the blood just drawn from Medusa's arm. The blood was mellow and thick, full of active power; but at the same time, it seemed to be filled with some weird
Entangled in the energy, the luster is inexplicably dim.
"You are right. My real age is indeed not as old as my face seems. Or do you believe that I am actually only twenty-six years old." Looking at the dark elf in front of her, Medusa suddenly let out a long sigh.
.
"I believe."
However, Moriarty nodded directly, and at the same time his eyes slid over Medusa's concave and convex curves again, as if to prove his words.
In response to this, Medusa first snorted coldly, but then couldn't help but roll her eyes at the other party. Her eyes were not flattering, but full of temptation.
"Are you cursed? Or were you eroded by some kind of supernatural energy?" No longer joking, Moriarty put away his smile and asked directly.
"It's a curse!" Medusa gritted her teeth, almost biting her lip.
"What kind?"
"The language of aging!" This word seems to have been suppressed in Medusa's heart for too long. Now that she spits it out, it feels like she is bleeding every word.
"impossible!"
However, when he heard Medusa's words, Moriarty immediately denied them.
There is no other reason. The "Language of Aging" is the signature skill of Dejia's "Dragon Lich", which can be said to "can corrupt all things in a whisper". Once the curse of "Language of Aging" is successful, people below the extreme realm will die immediately.
However, it seems like a natural death due to exhaustion of life span. However, depending on the strength of the strong person above the extreme level, he will suffer multiple powerful injuries such as "deprivation of life span", "reduction of professional level", "aging of the body", etc., and it is extremely difficult to cure it.
According to the classic records, only the Holy Spirit Priest under the God of Light could expel the "Word of Aging" from the subject's body with the power of divine light. In addition, unless the legendary "Word of Aging" is found,
"Mysterious Garden" and washing the body with the spring water in it can eliminate all malicious forces including the "Word of Aging".
And it is precisely because of the power of the "Speech of Aging" that even the Dracolich must reach level 15 before he can master this spell. And the Dracolich at level 15 is already a national figure in Dejia, so he can't master it at all.
It is impossible to appear in the underground world. At the same time, if it is true that the "Language of Aging" was caught, the Medusa in front of me would have been reduced to a bowl of ashes, and there would be no need for her to sit here and gnash her teeth.
"It is indeed the 'Language of Aging'. However, the curse was sealed in a scroll that flowed into the underground world hundreds of years ago." Seeing that the other party did not believe it, Medusa immediately added.
"Spell scroll? Something from hundreds of years ago? Well... that's still possible."
After hearing the other party's additional information, Moriarty nodded again.
If what Medusa said is true, then the spell scroll with the "Word of Aging" sealed on it should have been transferred from the surface to the underground world before the end of the ice, and it must also be a rare item classified as a treasure.
After hundreds of years of wasted time and baptism, especially the indiscriminate energy storm of the Ice Doomsday, the spell scroll must have been damaged, so that the "word of aging" in it was also greatly weakened. Until
In the end, he was summoned, but even a little Medusa was cursed to death. It could only make it look old and weak. Of course, for Medusa itself, such damage is enough.
It's powerful, and it's a heavy blow to a young and beautiful woman.
"Your status should be very noble, right?" After thinking for a moment, Moriarty suddenly said.
"Why do you say that!?" Medusa was stunned immediately and showed a wary look.
"Isn't this obvious? No matter how old the 'Word of Aging' scroll is, it is still a very precious magic prop. It is naturally impossible to use it on a penniless pawn. And through assassination methods such as curses, it is not a frontal attack. I want to come to you.
Your enemies should not be as powerful as you."
“…”
Medusa couldn't help but be horrified when Moriarty guessed six or seven of her background in just a few words.
"Tell me, your name, professional level, and... origin." Then, Moriarty asked directly.
"You can call me Fanny, level 11 'Mandala Servant'. As for your background, you don't need to know!" After a moment of silence, Medusa finally answered the question, even though it was only half of the answer.
"Eleventh level Mandala Servant? Well, considering your actual age, you are already amazingly talented."
Looking at Medusa Fanny, Moriarty sighed and nodded.
It can be seen that there are geniuses everywhere. They can reach the middle level of high-level before the age of thirty. There is no suitable description other than genius. Unfortunately, because of the "word of aging", Fanny's actual battle in front of her
I'm afraid that my strength has been reduced to a low-level level. Even because of my weak body, I'm afraid I can't even be called a low-level one.
"If I say, I may have a way to eliminate the 'language of aging' on you. What do you think?" Just when Medusa was about to say something again, Moriarty suddenly smiled and said to her.
When she heard this, Fanny almost pounced on the dark elf in front of her as if struck by lightning. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
