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Because he was still in the Duke's Mansion, the owner of the voice did not reveal his true form, but continued to communicate with Vivian with the help of the contract: "Why do you think so? The descendants of the light elves have no resistance to psychic magic. In my memory, you should have taken Linnaeus’ place.”

Vivian bit her lip: "It's different."

Cyril treated her completely differently from Linnaeus.

She has lived as the eldest lady in the Duke of Cumberland's Palace for so many years, and she can still distinguish between hypocrisy and cowardice and sincerity.

Cyril was completely business-like with her, and he didn't even bother to hide his impatience. He almost wrote the words "I was forced" on his face.

But why?

Is she worse than Linnaeus? Obviously everything was taken away, why couldn't Cyril treat her like Linnaeus?

Apart from his eyes, what is there about Linnaeus that is worth cherishing? Not to mention that even those eyes were gouged out by her!

Sensing the negative emotions in Vivian, the voice laughed softly: "Please don't be angry, little Vivian, since the descendant of the light elf is so ignorant, then kill him."

There was a hesitant look on Vivian's face: "It wouldn't be good to kill him... How about trying to confuse him?"

The voice was kind and gentle: "If you can't, kill him."

"Okay." Vivian nodded crisply, "Can you strip off his bloodline talent and give it to me?"

"I'm sorry, I can only destroy it like I did to the little girl named Linnai." The voice replied unhurriedly.

Vivian blinked in disappointment. This was one of the few things that had gone wrong for her recently. The talents of others can only be destroyed but not transferred. She took away Linnai's life, but there was no way to take away her all-element affinity physique. Although she can still use the psychic magic in her hand to temporarily fool them, but as time goes by, It's not an option after all.

We have to find a way to solve this matter.

Unlike Vivian's distress, the voice left the Duke's Mansion with a joyful, creepy laugh.

Although the mainland's protective formation has weakened, it still blocks the Chaos Clan. The Chaos Clan's actions on the mainland are subject to many restrictions. Only by signing a contract with the creatures on the mainland can they walk with the help of their bodies or wills.

He just gave a little guidance, but Vivian relaxed. Only in this way can they attack the descendant of the light elf according to the contract.

The only psychic mage has been killed by Vivian's hands. Now we only need to deal with the last threat - the descendant of the light elf. By then, nothing can stop the Chaos.

Gray mist seeped out from the ground of the Duke of Cumberland's Palace, hidden in the thick night, extending into the distance.

……

Uriel stood beside the teleportation circle, his hand wearing special gloves holding a magic crystal used to activate the teleportation circle - as an inanimate body, he needs to wear special gloves even to use magic tools, otherwise Can't activate.

The pointer wrapped in vines slowly pointed to the "ten" position. Just as Yuriel was about to put the crystal into the eye, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind: "Uriel, wait!"

The next second, Uriel felt a heavy tap on his shoulder, and Cyril's familiar face came into view. Cyril took the crystal in his hand and walked in carelessly: "I'm not late yet. I'm just stepping in. Why don't you wait for me?"

Uriel looked at Cyril in confusion: "Cyril, will you escort me to the Western Continent?"

After the disaster that ended the Golden Age, all races were hit. In order to preserve their homeland, the elves moved their territory from the Western Continent to the Central Continent. As a result, they had enmity with various races in the Western Continent, so this time they sent He, a prince who was not taken seriously but was still a member of the royal family, came out to fight against the orcs.

According to convention, envoys need to be accompanied by elves when traveling. Uriel is a type of elves who are disgusted by elves in the elves. He didn't expect any elves to take over this mission, so he just prepared to leave directly.

As a result, not only the elves came, but also the treasure of the clan, Cyril, a descendant of the light elves.

"I was required to protect Vivian over there. I didn't want to go, so I accepted a mission and hid." Cyril was never one to be tactful, so he directly stated the reason.

Hearing Vivian's name, Uriel squeezed the hand hidden under the wide sleeves, but soon let go. With a faint smile on his face, he reminded: "She is very popular now, you Don’t let outsiders hear this.”

Cyril scratched his head: "Why do you talk so much like Ophelia?" He thought that at first he wanted to refuse this commission directly, but Ophelia pulled his ears and gave him a lesson.

Ophelia was possessed during a previous Chaos attack and was now staying in a specially-made dungeon. She looked at her twin brother who never let her worry, and felt deeply powerless. Now she was locked in it. , I don’t know who can look at this guy with no brains and say: "Didn't you still compete with me for this task before? Why do you suddenly not want to go now?"

Yeah, why?

Cyril scratched his chin, thoughtfully.

He remembered that he still liked the psychic elementary school girl, but he didn't know why. After getting out of trouble at that time, he always felt that the elementary school girl had changed. Although the aura was the same, Cyril always felt uncomfortable when getting along with her. I feel free and can't find the feeling of freedom and spontaneity I once had.

If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. If you don't like it, stay away. This is what Cyril has always thought and done, so he casually accepted a mission to the Western Continent and could hide away for a few days.

The person being escorted was Uriel, an extremely rare soulless body. In his impression, he was very unpopular with the clan, and even the treatment of the royal family members was often withheld.

Probably because he had been struggling with Vivian's issue recently, Cyril suddenly turned to look at Yuriel who was keeping a distance from him: "Uriel, have you been calling me by my name before?"

Uriel's eyes fell on Cyril's face, and his faint smile did not change at all: "Yes, what else?"

"That's it." Cyril slowly retracted his gaze, "I just suddenly felt that we should have had a very good relationship."

"You must have remembered wrongly." Uriel replied warmly, without any fluctuation in his voice, "I don't have any close friends, whether they are elves or..."

Before Yuriel finished speaking, Cyril suddenly chuckled: "Oh, I really got this mission right."

The teleportation circle under their feet suddenly rushed out of gray mist, and the chaotic atmosphere condensed into a solid body, rushing towards them with claws and teeth.