In the sewers of Prudence City, Hardy's drool is almost dripping as he daydreams over the

shy performance of his beautiful handmaiden. At the other end of the passageway, the warrior

monk Regula's blood is dripping from his wounds.

Carrying the monk on her back, Zena quickly ran away from the previous group. She did not

like the feeling of being ridden on her back. She thought it was a great shame. Though she

had become an arachnid, the pride she had acquired as a Drow priestess had not changed. If

the warrior monk had not promised her a way out of the arachnid curse, Zeena would never

have allowed the male to lie on her back -- even if she still stubbornly believed in her heart

that it was only a spider's back.

The battle between the two groups was confined to the ground, where the inhabitants of the

city of Prudence lived on as before. At the First Family residence, Shelley drifts past the family

on patrol, hurrying to the audience room, where her mother Batana has summoned her.

It was always Zena, the eldest daughter of the family, who headed to the audience room for

some training. But since the end of the Temple of the Limbs mission, Zeena has magically

disappeared from the family. Everything associated with her -- from her special room to her

guard, even in some accounts, it's as if the dark Elf never existed.

This is not the first time this has happened, Shelley clearly remembers that her younger

brother, because of some ties to the third family, suspected of selling out the family interests,

also "disappeared". Shelley told herself that now was the crucial time to execute her escape

plan. As long as she could keep her mother Batana in the dark, everything should go smoothly.

There should be no mistakes, especially if her mother could not find out. The sorcerer would

never want to stay in the Underdark for long. Now that he has achieved his wish and entered

the Blackcrystal Tower, he should have gained the magical knowledge he has always sought,

and it is time for him to leave.

At this thought, the Drow woman still had some trepidation. Although the mage seemed kind

and concerned, Shelley wasn't confident she could see into his mind. All the conclusions she

had learned from her childhood were that the master was cunning and despicable, and that

he used all kinds of tactics and made all kinds of changes in his own words. Shelley was also

afraid of being lied to -- she had done it before and didn't want to feel it again.

Opening the door and entering the audience room, Matron Batana was sitting on her throne

with her eyes closed. She heard the door open and opened her eyes to her daughter.

"Shelley, you are late," she said. She pointed out Shelley's mistakes immediately, but there

was no blame in her mother's voice.

"I'm sorry, my dear Mistress, but I won't make that mistake again." There was no sign of

remorse in Shelley's voice.

The mother stepped down from her throne and joined Shelley, unexpectedly taking her hand.

Shelley shuddered, not knowing the meaning of the gesture. Her instinct was to pull her hand

away, but she held it back.

"Of all my daughters, Shelley, you are the most special one."

A: Bullshit! "Shelley thought. Being a fair-skinned dark elf, not to mention the First family, was

unique in the whole dark elf world.

"Perhaps you have heard many rumours in the city of Prudence, my dear daughter,

concerning your origins." Mistress Batana patted Shelley gently on the back of her hand and

rubbed it lovingly. But Shelley felt that the mother elephant was fumbling with her toys and

pets rather than petting her baby.

"Some of the rumors were accurate and some of them were pure nonsense," she said. Batana

spoke with rare gentleness, but it chilled her daughter. "Today, I'm going to tell you the exact

process."

"Why today, Madame?" Shelley had a hunch that something was wrong. An instinctive feeling

gave her warning signs of danger.

"Because now the First family was at a critical juncture, and the development of the next

hundred years would depend on the actions of a few days." The mother said meaningfully,

"Child, your father is indeed an angel, or rather an angel of the sun. He was my prize, a captive,

during a ground cleaning operation."

"He is powerful, but he wants to help those ineffectual Earth spirits, the cursed ones! I took a

few hostages, and your real father surrendered without a fight. So sympathy for the weak only

makes you weak too!"

"I wanted to sacrifice him to the spider goddess, but there is no denying that angels do have

extraordinary charms. The enchantment is no different from that of the banshees of the abyss,

and not even the dark elves can escape it. So I decided to seduce him and make him my slave.

This will make the Spider Goddess even happier!" Batana's eyes were full of excitement, as if

she were still remembering the moment. "Daughter, think how wonderful it would be to have

a proud angel, who thinks herself superior, prostrate herself at your feet and lick your toes

with the most pious gesture!"

Shelley listened to the story calmly, with no particular expression. Shelley had long ago pieced

together the pieces of the story that she had learned about, and by combining them, she had

an idea of what was going on. Shelley found no reason to be surprised or excited that the

conversion of captives into slaves was a daily occurrence.

"But you know, my daughter, angels are a little stubborn. And the most irritating thing is that,

despite his masculine appearance, none of the angels have any interest in having sex." Batana

chuckled twice and said coldly, "But don't think that makes me helpless! Praise be to the great

spider goddess, who has given me a way to strengthen the innermost desires of angels, who,

in combination with powerful transfiguration spells and various seductive drugs, have

succumbed before me."

Shelley had long known that her mother was a master at making drugs, that even the same

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drug produced by the first family was better than other families, and that the mother herself

was the absolute best drug for the whole family. At the same time, Batana had many unique

recipes in her hands, especially various poisons and mind control drugs, which were very

dangerous. Shelley eats and lives very carefully, because you never know when her mother is

going to drug her.

"The night he gave in was the happiest night of my life. Although his technique was poor, my

feeling of conquest was the ultimate! Shelley, the greatest pleasure in the world is when you

conquer and get what you want! Everything else is a false feeling, and nothing compared to

the feeling of conquest."

The mother sighed softly at this point. "Unfortunately, that fellow had a very good disguise.

He sensed that he was under the control of the drug and began to plan his escape. The first

time, I caught him. That time, I did it without drugging him!" Batana's face became so excited

that she pressed Shelley's hand with an involuntary force.

"That must have been the time I got pregnant with you." Sensing her excitement, Mother

Batana let go of her daughter. "I told him, 'Now you are mine, even if you go to the ends of

the earth! Shelley, the combination of that stubborn look in his eyes and the fact that he had

been conquered was more satisfying than the moment I became the first mother of the first

family!"

"But the angel was powerful, and when I left the family compound to fight in a war, the

wretches under my command failed to watch him and he ran away." Batana waved her hand,

and with that gesture she drove away the unpleasant memories.

"But now that I think of it, even when he runs away, he will remember what happened in the

city of Prudence, and he will wear the collar I gave him for the rest of his life! Ha-ha-ha."

Embarrassed, Shelley didn't know what face to make at such a time. Smiling? She couldn't

find a reason to be happy. Cry? She didn't feel bad, either. Shelley had seen plenty of dark

things in Prudence City, except that she had raped an angel and given birth to a half-blood.

Even though the half-blood was herself, Shelley did not feel anything special.

"I gave birth to you, and instead of throwing you into the arachnid lair to fend for yourself, I

gave you the title of Drow noble so that you could grow up and that memory could live on

this earth forever!" Mistress Batana giggled. "Every time I look at you, I am reminded of what

happened in the past, and I relive the feeling of conquest, the thrill."

"Thank you for keeping me alive, Madam Batana." Shelley now understood how she was able

to live among the dark elves with her white skin.

"Come, Shelley, I only say this to remind you that conquest, and conquest alone, is the best

thing in the world." Batana pulled out a bottle of potion. "I knew you wanted the Advisor

Mage. The human from the surface had long caught your eye. Perhaps you had a plan to get

him from the first time you met." The mother handed the potion to Shelley. "But you must

understand that Mages are cunning creatures, more difficult to deal with than angels.

Especially Vincent, the advisor of the family now, he also has great power. I am afraid you will

be oppressed. '

Batana pointed to Shelley's bottle of medicine, "This is the potion I used against the angel. If

I let him drink it, he would fall to his knees and beg you, obeying your every word. You could

cut off their fingers one by one and they would shout their praises." I call it the Potion of

Conquest, and it will give you the most beautiful feeling of conquest, and you put it away.

Remember, we give our lives to the spider goddess. And beyond that, the feeling of conquest

is your greatest reward!"

'Thank you, Madam. But..." Shelley held the bottle in her hand, but she didn't want it at all.

She was not sure whether the bottle contained a potion of conquest or a poison that pierced

the gut.

"But it's a great drain on his strength, if you can see what I mean. Over the course of the night,

even the strongest man will be drained of his energy and rendered lifeless." She patted Shelley

on the shoulder. "And after a few more days, we need the Master to serve the family with

good energy. So, after that, you can use the potion. Now, you can go."

Shelley bowed to her mother and left the audience room. After closing the door, she looked

back. But Shelley did not have Vincent's insight. She could not see what was going on inside

the room anyway.

She looked closely at the bottle in her hand. The transparent potion was as thick as glue.

Shelley could not figure out what her mother was trying to do or why she had suddenly been

so "kind" to her.

"Better find someone unlucky enough to try the potion first!" "If it's not toxic, Vincent might

as well drink it," Shelley thought.

The smiling face of the Batana keeper in the audience room saw Shelley leave the room. As

the door closed, her face regained its seriousness and grimness. The mother turned to look

at the statue of the spider goddess behind the throne and said in a low voice, "Goddess, she

did not deny her relationship with the counselor Master. A member of a family of dark elves

has been captivated by a male from the surface! It's a disgrace!"

There were no voices in the room to respond to her words, and Batana was left alone in this

empty room. She drew the dagger from her waist viciously and placed it in the palm of her

left hand, the blue and purple light of the fluorescent torch twisting and terrifying in her face.

"The Dark Elves have no need of impotence, the First House no need of weakness!" "She

jerked the dagger, and a gash opened the palm of her left hand, and red blood gushed

immediately. Batana clenched her fist, and in her dark vision, the heat-rich liquid drained from

her body and dripped to the floor, and the family crest flowing toward the center of the room

suddenly disappeared.

"Spider goddess bless you!" "Batana grinned ferociously.