Chapter 877: Things of rules?

Faced with two powerful men, the dark elf chose to follow his truest thoughts.

"Sir Knight of Favonius, my name is Shabel. My mother is a dark elf assassin and my father is a human bard."

"My father accidentally entered the underground world of Sodalilanda while traveling, and was captured by the dark elves and became a slave. With his knowledge and ability, he gradually became the most outstanding of my mother's many lovers."

"Fifty years ago, after my father's death, I assassinated my mother and escaped from the underground world of Sodalilanda to the surface world."

"..."

"Finally, six years ago, I came to Zephyrus and settled down here temporarily."

"Since you are the son of a dark elf and a human, why don't you have human blood in your body?" Weilin handed the wooden sculpture in his hand to Kyle, looked him up and down, and asked curiously.

Upon hearing this, Shabel took off her bronze mask, revealing her true face with a hint of struggle in her eyes, but in order to survive, she had no choice but to confess.

"I once accidentally entered an underground ruin, which seemed to be the final resting place of a wizard."

"I got this bronze mask from the ruins. I don't know if it was left by the wizard."

"When I got the bronze mask, a voice sounded in my mind, asking me to choose between becoming a human or a dark elf."

"I choose to become a dark elf."

"After making the choice, the bronze mask attached to my face, devouring the human blood in my body and turning me into a pure dark elf."

"After that, the bronze mask allowed me to choose between indulgence or self-denial."

"Influenced by my father and my dislike for my mother, I eventually chose self-denial."

“Once the second selection was done, a lot of memories related to carving came to my mind.”

"At the same time, the bronze mask changed my appearance, but it must be worn on my face to be effective. After it leaves my hands, it becomes just an ordinary item in the hands of others."

"As time goes by, I find that as long as I control my desires, my strength will slowly grow."

"In the past forty-two years, I have grown from a low-level silver assassin to a low-level gold assassin."

After listening to Shabel's story, Weilin felt very strange.

The bronze mask seemed to be made for her, but the truth was different.

What would have happened if she had chosen to become a human being, or if she had chosen to indulge herself?

In the silent environment, Shabel couldn't help but feel nervous, not knowing how the dragon knight would deal with her.

"Are there any similar stories in the memories you have passed down?"

Hearing this, Kyle nodded and explained, "My Lord, the bronze mask should be a rule-based object. This dark elf meets certain conditions and will make a specific choice when he touches the bronze mask."

Weilin asked curiously, "How far will these people go in the end?"

"I don't know." Under Weilin's expectant gaze, Kyle shook his head helplessly and answered, "The story of the weak has no reference value. I can't peek into the past of the strong."

"alright."

This result was both unexpected and reasonable.

"Sabel."

"Sir Knight of Favonius."

The dark elf responded cautiously, always watching Vaelin's expression.

"Are you interested in doing something for me?"

Upon hearing this, Shabel was about to think about it, but when she saw the flames on the blond young man's fingertips, she shuddered with fear. The most primitive fear from her body forced her to make a choice as soon as possible.

"Sir Knight of Favonius, I am willing to do anything for you."

Seeing Shabel's panicked look, Weilin turned his head to look at Kyle, only to see him smile gently.

"Sabel."

"My subordinate is here."

Shabel answered, and in just a few seconds, she had completed the transformation of her identity.

“How long will it take to finish the wooden sculpture you promised someone else.”

Hearing this, Shabel silently estimated and then answered, "Six days."

"I'll send someone to find you in ten days."

"Thank you, sir."

After exchanging a few words, Weilin and Kyle left the courtyard.

After watching the other person leave, Shabel breathed a sigh of relief and slumped to the ground.

The look in that blond young man's eyes was so terrifying, as if if he made a wrong choice, his soul would be torn to pieces by the other party.

After recovering, Shabel put the bronze mask back on her face and continued carving.

After leaving Shabel's courtyard, Weilin and Kyle walked on the street, chatting casually.

"That dark elf, do you think she can go that far?"

"I don't know."

"Well, let's give her a sinecure and see if she'll go that far."

As for the other party's escape, there is no need to worry at all.

You must know that the mark left on Shabel has not been taken back yet. If the other party goes back on her word and runs away early, just catch her and give her a good lesson.

When he returned to the mayor's mansion in Parkup City, Weilin saw Orlando in a hurry, preparing to go out.

"What happened?"

Looking at the other person's expression, Weilin asked.

Orlando stopped, bowed his head, and replied respectfully: "My lord, a relic was found in the Misty Forest. I am going to take people to investigate."

Seeing this, Weilin waved his hand and said, "Go ahead."

"Yes."

Orlando bowed and saluted, then quickly left the place and went to the Zephyrus Legion to gather the troops.

Ten days later, Weilin ordered people to invite Sabel and bring her back to Qixing Territory.

After returning to the Star-Moon Castle and entering the study, Weilin saw the family secret letter on the desk.

Sitting in the chair, Weilin picked up the letter, checked its integrity first, and after confirming that it was correct, he opened the envelope and read the contents.

A few minutes later, Weilin put down the letter and muttered to himself, "If nothing unexpected happens, I may be assigned a task at this family meeting."

After growing into the pillar of the family, he has to start taking on corresponding responsibilities.

She might be like Aunt Miali, Countess of Blood Moon, who is responsible for the family business and network development of a certain kingdom.

It is also possible that he would be responsible for building the family's armed forces like his great-grandfather, Count Ivirios, the Hurricane.

Or like Grandpa Oster, Count Andusi, who is responsible for financial custody and guarding the family secret vault.

Weilin couldn't help but have some thoughts about this matter, but when he thought about it carefully, he realized that neither his father, elder brother, nor the elders of the family would entrust this matter to him.

As for the affairs that his cousin Ipgil, Count of Misis, was in charge of, he was not quite sure, but he would know after this family meeting.