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“…You said goodwill?”
“You really…”
Looking at the face that was close at hand, Lliira felt her calves go weak, and she leaned against the wall, a little unsteady.
“What’s going on?”
“Why is this happening?”
She was not a young girl who had not had contact with men. It was impossible for her to be so moved by this kind of teasing.
“But why…”
Shelley looked at her somewhat dazed eyes and laughed silently in his heart.
Under normal circumstances, Lliira would certainly not have lost her autonomy because of Shelley’s kabedon. But the means that Shelley had used from the very beginning, the real contest, had already begun from the moment he had knocked on the door.
From that moment on, Shelley had been pressing her step by step, constantly putting pressure on her.
First, he had said her name, making Lliira have the fear of being discovered. Then he had blocked her escape route, making her truly feel the gap in their strength. Finally, he had casually broken her specialty, making her begin to despair.
Shelley was trying his best to lead her to fear, and then to stimulate an effect similar to the suspension bridge effect.
The “suspension bridge effect” refers to the fact that when a person is walking across a suspension bridge with trepidation, their heart will involuntarily beat faster. If at this time, they happen to meet another person, then they will mistake the accelerated heartbeat caused by this situation as a physiological reaction caused by the other person making their heart flutter, and thus they will develop feelings of love for the other person.
Shelley did not expect this goddess to fall in love with him at first sight, but as long as he could leave a deep impression in Lliira’s heart, then his goal would be achieved.
He reached out and gently lifted Lliira’s smooth chin, and then he brought his face closer, so that the two of them could clearly feel each other’s breath.
“That’s right. I’m showing my goodwill.”
“Otherwise…”
He slowly poured the wine glass in his hand on Lliira’s chest, and then he admired the wine flowing down from it along the undulations, and said gently, “You would have long since fallen, and would not have the mind to try to trick me.”
Crack.
The wine made a crisp sound as it passed her waist, and then the daze in Lliira’s eyes also disappeared, turning into anger and panic.
Shelley let go of her chin, took half a step back, and then said in a warm voice, “Although I am very tolerant of beautiful women, there is a limit.”
“This is the last time I will tolerate you.”
The gentle voice, but it could make Lliira clearly feel Shelley’s seriousness, so she nodded with grievance.
Shelley snapped his fingers with satisfaction, and then the wine on Lliira’s body disappeared.
He was already very satisfied with today’s result, so he did not want to continue to play with this goddess’s fragile heart. He got to the point, “I really can’t figure out why you didn’t think of leaving this place the first time you got your divine power.”
Do you really think that the gods here are all blind, and no one knows you’re here?
Lliira clenched her fists with some grievance, and then she let go. She protested, “No one will attack me.”
Not everyone will risk offending several powerful goddesses to dare to harm Lliira.
“Under normal circumstances, that is indeed the case.”
Shelley shrugged, did not refute, but just said playfully, “Lady Sune is indeed powerful, but at this time, she is not on the Material Plane, and she does not have the extra energy to care about you.”
“The world is much more dangerous than you are now.”
Shelley was also a little speechless. This hedonistic goddess may have developed the habit of not thinking in her previous life. She had not even thought about what the Material Plane had become at this time.
“But… sigh, forget it.”
Shelley decided not to explain… a fool can’t be blamed on society.
“In that case, I’ll tell you a few pieces of news.”
Shelley, in Lliira’s confused gaze, began to narrate on his own, “The first thing, her ally, the God of the Hunt, Malar, seems to be plotting to release a certain monster.”
A monster? Release…
Lliira’s expression became strange. She thought of a possibility.
“Could you be talking about…”
Nodding, Shelley was satisfied with her knowledge. At least he didn’t have to explain it again.
“That’s right. It’s that ancient evil.”
“The Elf-Eater, Ityak-Ortheel.”
It was Malar’s servant, born from the mingled blood of [the God of Orcs, Gruumsh] and [the God of Elves, Corellon Larethian] in their battle. It fed on elves and had repeatedly plundered elven kingdoms, causing great damage to the elves on various planes.
From a distance, Ityak-Ortheel resembled a giant sea turtle. It possessed three misshapen legs of enormous girth, each as thick as a gnarled oak trunk, supporting a dome-shaped carapace as hard as granite.
Regardless of its appearance, Ityak-Ortheel could run wildly on any terrain like a galloping steed.
Under its rough, raised carapace, on the side of this behemoth’s dome-shaped body, there was a toothless, moist… orifice. This blood-red opening could expand to the width of a large rift, or it could be compressed into a long, pointed pig’s snout.
In its throat, the churning cartilage plates slapped like a giant tongue. Any elf or other creature that was caught by the large number of tentacles around it would immediately be crushed into a bloody pulp.
As many as two dozen tentacles, each over 30 meters long, surrounded the Elf-Eater’s throat. Its tentacles were like those of a giant squid, each with multiple suckers, used to wrap around its prey and drag it to this monster’s abominable orifice.
Each tentacle seemed to have its own intelligence and could freely attack the monster’s enemies in front, behind, and on the side.
Ityak-Ortheel’s low intelligence was driven by a hunger and hatred for elves. It had no ears, but it could sense all the warm-blooded creatures around it and could easily determine which of them were elves.
This terrifying monster was a nightmare for ordinary elves, and it was also very difficult to kill. It would be resurrected after death and would continue to devour elves.
Although it was extremely terrifying, Lliira’s expression was not very concerned, because this monster would only go against the elves and was not much of a threat to others.
Shirley laughed at her indifferent expression and continued, “The second thing, the Maiden of Pain seems to have appeared in her true form in Deephearth.”
Hearing the news of the enemy who had killed his wife, Lliira’s expression changed. She couldn’t even be bothered to be afraid and stared at Shelley.
“I don’t suggest you go and find trouble with her at this time, because she is very likely to be with an ally.”
Lliira’s expression was extremely ugly. She narrowed her eyes and asked, “…You mean?”
Shelley nodded casually and smiled. “I can be sure that she and Malar have already met.”
While Lliira was digesting this news, Shelley said silently in his heart, “This is the prelude to the stage.”
