Chapter 877 Rules?

Facing the two powerful men, the dark elf chose to obey the truest thoughts in his heart.

"Lord Knight of the West Wind, my name is Saber. My mother is a dark elf assassin and my father is a human bard."

"During his travels, my father strayed into the underground world of Soda Lilanda, was captured by the dark elves, and became a slave. Relying on his knowledge and ability, he gradually became the most outstanding of my mother's many lovers."

"Fifty years ago, after my father died, I assassinated my mother and escaped from the underworld of Soda Lilanda to the surface world."

"..."

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

"Since you were born from a dark elf and a human, why don't you have human blood in your body?" Verin handed the wooden sculpture in his hand to Kyle, looked at him up and down, and asked curiously.

After hearing this, Saber took off her bronze mask and revealed 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 mistakenly entered an underground ruins, which seemed to be the death place of a mage."

"I obtained this bronze mask from that ruins. I don't know if it is a legacy of that mage."

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

"Under the choice, I chose to become a dark elf."

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

"After that, the Bronze Mask gave me another choice: indulgence or self-denial."

"The influence of my father, coupled with my disgust for my mother, ultimately led to self-denial."

“After the second selection was completed, a lot of memories related to carving came to mind.”

"At the same time, the bronze mask changed my appearance, but it must be worn on my face for it to take effect. After it is taken away from my hands, it is just an ordinary item in the hands of others."

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

"In forty-two years, I grew from a silver low-level assassin to a gold low-level assassin."

After listening to Sabel's story, Verin felt very strange.

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

What would have happened if she had chosen to become a human or indulged?

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

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

After hearing this, Kyle nodded and explained: "My lord, the bronze mask should be a regular thing. This dark elf meets certain conditions and will be given a specific choice when he comes into contact with the bronze mask. "

With curiosity in his eyes, Weilin asked, "How far will such people go in the end?"

"I don't know." Under Verin's expectant gaze, Kyle shook his head helplessly and replied, "The stories of the weak have no reference value. I cannot peep into the past of the strong."

"Okay."

This result is both unexpected and reasonable.

"Sabel."

"Lord Knight of the West Wind."

The dark elf responded cautiously, always observing Verin's face.

"Are you interested in doing something for me?"

When Saber heard this, she just wanted to think about it, but when she saw the flames on the blond young man's fingertips, she trembled with fear. The most primitive fear in her body forced her to make a choice as soon as possible.

"Lord Knight of the West Wind, I am willing to do something for you."

Seeing Saber's panicked look, Verin turned his head and looked at Kyle, only to see him smiling gently.

"Sabel."

"My subordinate is here."

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

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

After hearing this, Saber silently made an estimate, and then answered: "Six days."

"In ten days, I will send someone to find you."

"Thank you, sir."

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

Watching the other party leave, Saber breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the ground.

The blond young man's eyes were so terrifying, as if if he made the wrong move, his soul would be torn to pieces.

After calming down, Saber put the bronze mask back on her face and continued carving.

After leaving Sabel's courtyard, Verin and Kyle walked on the street, chatting.

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

"Not sure."

"Okay, then give her a sinecure and see how far she goes."

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

You must know that the mark left on Saber has not been taken back. If the other party goes against his promise and runs away early, then just catch him and give him a good education.

Returning to the palace of Parkpu City, Verin saw Orlando in a hurry, preparing to go out.

"What happened?"

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

Orlando stopped, lowered his head and saluted, and replied respectfully: "My lord, a ruins have been found in the misty forest. I am going to take people to investigate."

Seeing this, Weilin waved his hand and said to him: "Go."

"yes."

Orlando bowed and saluted, quickly left the place and went to Zephyrus' legion to gather the troops.

Ten days later, Weilin ordered his people to invite Saber and bring her back to the Qingxing Leader.

Returning to Star-Moon Castle and entering the study, Verin saw the secret family letter on the desk.

Sitting on the seat, Weilin picked up the letter, first checked its completeness, and after confirming it was correct, he opened the envelope and read the contents.

A few minutes later, Weilin put down the letter and murmured to himself: "If nothing else, this family meeting will be held, and I may be assigned tasks."

After growing into the pillar of the family, he will begin to assume corresponding responsibilities.

He might be like Aunt Miali, Earl of Blood Moon, responsible for the family business and the development of contacts in a certain kingdom.

It is also possible that he might be responsible for building the family's military force like his cousin Ivelrios, Earl of Hurricane.

Or, like Grandpa Oster, Count of Androsi, he is responsible for financial custody and guarding the family secret treasury.

Regarding this matter, Weilin couldn't help but have some thoughts in his heart, but thinking about it carefully, neither his father's eldest brother nor the family elders would leave this matter to him.

As for the affairs that Uncle Ipgil, Earl of Michis, is responsible for, he doesn't know much about it, but he will know after this family meeting.