Chapter 564 The Past in Pursuit
The adaptation process for drow, especially those who are Lolth's kin, is quite difficult after coming to the surface, but Seymour rarely mentions this to others. After all, except for those races that really "die in the light", even Sylvia, who is half vampire, would have a hard time understanding what he went through.
In particular, before the most difficult time was over, he was captured in Carolina and made a slave. His "owners" would not just arrange night shifts for him just to take care of his health.
When recalling those memories that were already somewhat yellowed, Seymour would inevitably fall into silence, but...that was all in the past tense.
Now he can move freely during the day, just like ordinary people on the surface. He is no longer a slave, but an instructor, master and commander. No one except Ron and himself can Instead of telling him what to do, he can give orders to others.
If he still misses his past life in darkness, he can move most of his work to after the sun goes down and train all his trainees to be "night owls." But he didn't do that.
Those pasts seemed to be someone else's life to him - at least that was what Seymour believed until he saw Salona.
But now, his past is catching up with him.
"But you have it all down there, Seymour."
Salona imagined many scenarios of the two getting along after meeting Seymour, including but not limited to beating him up, tying him up and dragging him back, and being beaten up by Seymour and being tied up and thrown back by him, but there was no such thing. One possibility is that they are communicating normally like old friends reunited after a long separation - that is abnormal for drow.
"Your family, your brothers and sisters, your parents, they are all still there. They know that you are still alive, but do you want to accept the fact that they will never see you?" Solona looked at the person she was talking to. The complex emotions in the eyes of the man who claimed to be his "distant cousin" could not be explained by a distant relative. "Go back, Seymour, for the sake of so many people who died today."
Logically speaking, she should probably move out his relatives and friends again, rather than the drow who died or were captured alive, but Salona obviously knew more - this man was leaving to give birth to him The relationship between the family and the city has not been smooth sailing for many years. Those feelings have been brought out and reexamined a long time ago, and there is no meaning in bringing them out again except to humiliate oneself.
However, after another brief silence, Seymour opened his mouth in a low and hoarse voice: "...Mother, how is she now?"
"It's pretty tough. We've always been healthier than our despicable cousins on the surface. You know," Salona glanced at the battle on the other side. There was a "half-human" who had his whole body wrapped in armor, or to use a better word. A common title would be "half-elf", "but she often talks about you."
"Especially when facing my younger brothers and sisters, right?" A smile appeared on Seymour's face, "She would say to Frederick and the others, 'Your brother was there', and to Samantha They said, 'You are not even as good as a man'..."
"Yes, just like you said," Salona couldn't help but laugh, "She was always like that. Before you had a name, she used the names of your eldest brother and eldest sister, but now they have become "
"...I actually can't keep up with my eldest brother," Seymour shook his head. "His talents are multifaceted. My eldest sister's talent in combat is unmatched. The family will move to a higher position with their help." ”
"Are you talking about jumping from a second-rate small family to one of the top five in the city?" Salona looked at Seymour, "If you hadn't left at the beginning, I think you would have been at least among the top three, and I would have been jealous. Crazy.”
"Then you should thank me, Salona, for keeping you sane."
Salona looked at the male drow in front of her again: "Actually, I'm so jealous now that you can actually move freely on the surface? I can't imagine that I did something like this when I was very young. A dream, but a dream... is just a dream after all.”
"You don't need to take risks. You are the only legal heir of your family. Everything you want will be met. And I...heh," Seymour put away his weapon. He knew that he wouldn't have to fight with the opponent anymore today. "The only one." A good suit of clothes that belonged to me was ruined soon after coming up."
"You really don't plan to go back?" Salona asked again with a confirming tone. She knew that there would be no way to take the person away by force tonight, so it was better to be more frank.
"My friends and work are all here, Salona," the drow, who climbed to the surface and lived like a legend whose fame spread across the multiverse, made it clear where he would go, "but you, why are you and Those, uh, cultists? I don't think that bald guy would be to your taste, or do you want to have some fun?"
Salona rolled her eyes at the other party: "Some of his spells can create a good fragrance. As for the others, it's just a matter of course - I don't have such a strong taste, but that little bitch Samantha would be. Not sure."
"Don't say that about her. She's yours after all... Never mind," Seymour shook his head. "If that's the case, then you wait here for a while. I'll explain the situation to my benefactor later. If possible, I'll try to let you take the rest back - but don't have too high expectations. After all, you were the first to start."
The drow looked at the piles of goblin corpses on the ground, but in terms of quantity, the goblins suffered much more losses than the drow assassins. Even if we talk about the cost, even if twice as many goblins died, it wouldn't be enough to offset the loss of the drow.
It takes almost a century for an elf to become an adult, and a goblin... The longest-lived goblin will never see the coming-of-age ceremony of a drow of the same age until he dies of old age.
But a goblin who becomes an adult at the age of eight has the opportunity to use numbers to kill a well-trained drow assassin. After all, compared with the former, the latter's so-called cruel experience is not a thing worth mentioning.
"We haven't seen each other for so many years. I can't make things so difficult for you as soon as we meet," Sarona's lips curled up slightly, and her eyes were cast on the other side where the real life-and-death struggle was going on. "In fact, I am a little proud of this guy. After all, most of the surface races are stupid and hateful. There are really not many who can please me."
"But compared with the interests of the family... Seymour, make a move, make a big noise, at least let that guy see it." (End of this chapter)
