[West Fantasy] The noble lady who was divorced became rich

The dungeon of the Grand Duchy of Aquique was comparable to a small palace, and it was divided into major areas with different suppression effects according to the race and characteristics of the prisoners.

When Mariana was young, in order to train the children's psychological endurance, the Grand Duchess Aquique let them hold a candle lamp and "visit" the entire prison without being accompanied by anyone.

For this reason, Prince Henry was frightened and fainted directly in the depths of the fourth floor, and Lucius did not survive the demonic coercion of the eighth floor, so the Grand Duchess Aquique had to send a paladin to bring him out.

As for Mariana, who was only six years old at the time, she was the only one among the siblings who "visited" the entire dungeon, and the speed was so fast that even the Grand Duchess of Aquique felt unbelievable.After all, aside from the inmates' aura that is difficult to be completely suppressed, their personalities and appearances can also make people feel mental pressure.

Afterwards, the Grand Duchess Aquique specially asked Mariana to perform various tests, and it was concluded that she did not possess any professional talents, but was immune to all non-physical attacks and mental detection.

In the words of the temple priest, this is a physique that most people are anxious about, but for Mariana, it may not be a bad thing.

"Every time I come to the dungeon, I feel that this place is more eerie than the hell guarded by Gorgon." Abigail hugged her chest and touched the goosebumps on her arms, and was thrown three or four steps away by Marianne without paying attention.

"Aren't you afraid?" Abigail, who was obviously a witch, ran to Mariana's side and secretly grabbed the lace of her shirt to avoid being thrown away by Mariana again.

"I don't have any special feelings." Mariana passed through a series of iron bars, leaving behind the swear words and murderous intent: "It's just a group of tigers whose teeth have been pulled out and their claws have been chopped off. There's nothing scary about it."

Abigail took a peek at Marianne's profile, and couldn't help but complain, "Are you really that bold?" It took a full six years to capture the existence of success.

Marianna subconsciously met Abigail's eyes, and she understood what the other person was thinking after just meeting each other: "Can a coward take you by his side?"

Abigail choked on Mariana's words.

Fortunately, the steward of the royal family did not arrange the slaves that Mariana bought from Segunter deeper in the dungeon, so Mariana and Abigail quickly found the room where the slaves were held.

"Get up!!" Mariana handed the oil lamp to Abigail, who used magic to raise it to a high place so that Mariana could see the situation in the cell clearly.

Drow, who is suitable for acting in the dark, was the first to respond, but he didn't rush forward to talk to Mariana, but patted the half-breed forest elves and advanced half-breeds beside him, and wanted to borrow two roommates to try it out. Mariana's attitude.

"Come here." Mariana waited on the other side of the iron fence for a long time but did not see anyone coming, so she patted the iron fence, causing the female elf next door to tremble slightly.

The more intelligent mixed-race forest elves knew that Drow wanted to use them as touchstones, so they bared their teeth at Drow and warned him not to mess with him.

On the contrary, the senior mixed-race got up and stumbled towards Marianne, and then stuck his whole body on the iron rail which was not smooth, not caring at all the marks on his face being pressed by the iron pillar.

"His name is...Bai Xue, right!" Mariana stretched out her hand and scratched the chin of the senior hybrid, who actually rubbed his cheek against the back of Mariana's hand like a cat, making Mariana unable to help but sigh at the other's skin Actually more delicate than women.

"Is this guy really an idiot?" Abigail had never seen such a human-like pet, so she wanted to touch each other curiously, but Bai Xue almost bit off her finger.

"The real murderer." Although Abigail, who stopped in time, avoided the disaster of becoming a disabled person, her well-manicured nails did not end well.

The traditional image of a Gein witch is always accompanied by long nails, so Abigail especially cherishes her pair of nails that are not suitable for work.

"If he's not your thing, I'll definitely turn this little bastard into a mouse." Abigail, who was distressed about her nails, blew on the frizzy cut, lamenting that it would take several days to grow back.

"Bitting is not a good habit." Although Mariana appreciated Bai Xue's "loyalty", she didn't want to bring a rabid dog with her.

"Maybe you should find a professional animal trainer." Abigail has more eyes than Mariana, so she thinks that Mariana's wave is not bad: "I can guarantee that his physical fitness and magic resistance will not be mentioned. It's on par with Lucius, but it can also reach [-]% of Lucius."

You must know that the Grand Duchess Aquique wanted Lucius to be the head of the Southern Templars.

Although there are many relationships involved, the Templars, as the church's armed forces, will not allow ordinary people to mix in.

"Co-author Lucius has now become a unit of measurement for combat power." Mariana teased, but her movements were not gentle at all, pinching Baixue's jaw, as if evaluating his value.

"It's a pity that neither humanoids nor mixed races can enter the temple." Mariana lifted Bai Xue's hair with her other hand, thinking that he was a stunner: "Find someone to cut his hair."

Marianna, who slowly let go, said to Abigail: "Since he is going to be trained, he shouldn't have such long hair."

After finishing speaking, Marianna rubbed the top of Baixue's hair, and signaled the two observing elves to come over quickly.

"Are you coming here by yourself, or should I find someone to drag you here?" Mariana spoke to them in a more aggressive tone than when she spoke to Bai Xue, as if "you don't dare to come and try".

The half-blood forest elf gritted his teeth, walked up to Mariana first, and then looked down at her: "What do you want?"

Mariana admired his spirit, and even Abigail had never seen such a slave who did not bow his head.

"I kind of understand why Segante's slave traders want to sell you at a discount." Because the average height of the elves is more than 1.8 meters, Mariana had to look up at the half-blood elves, which made her feel very uncomfortable: "I have always Not a patient person, but also reluctant to leave marks on your pretty face."

After all, disfigured slaves were not easy to change hands, and even though Mariana was rich, she didn't like to lose money in vain.

The forest elf seemed to like Mariana's reaction very much, so he showed an even worse smile, which made Drow, who was paying attention to him, put aside his "idiot" evaluation in his heart.

"How do you want to torture me?" From this half-breed forest elf, Marianne could see neither the gentleness of the forest elf nor the arrogance and reserve of the gray elf.He is like a demon or a half-orc imprisoned under the skin of an elf, and the momentum of his whole body almost smashes the iron bars in front of him: "Find someone to brainwash me or directly inflict mental torture."

The half-breed forest elf seemed to understand his own value a little bit, so he said even more frantically, "Or...do you want to threaten me with a hostage?"

As soon as these words came out, Marianna noticed a slight change in the expression of the half-blood elf, guessing that he regretted his attitude just now.

"Since you know that I'm going to threaten you with hostages, you shouldn't keep your mouth shut." Marianna lost the interest to stop after the half-blood elf made such a fuss: "I can find a slave trader to transfer you out, But in this way, where you will be sold is also something you can think of with your toes."

The half-blood forest elf frowned slightly, and was about to put down harsh words in front of Marianne, but was stopped by his own reason.

"I'll give you a chance to reorganize your language." Mariana stretched out a finger, still in the negotiable gesture: "If you still can't speak human words this time, you are ready to accept the consequences."