Shelley heard this voice, the heart was immediately full of questions, especially the other side

of the sentence "mother calls you" is to make her confused. Normally, her mother would have

wanted her to appear, especially to meet in the audience hall, simply by means of the family

crest. There was no need to send another person to call her. Moreover, the person who came

was a woman, and all the Drow women except herself were pastors, and should now be busy

with Batana, how could there be time to call her?

At this, Shelley replied simply, "Wait outside!" She grabbed her weapon. In normal times, she

never took off her armor, and only wore clerical robes for a while while studying in the Spider

Temple. Shelley used the technique of floatation, standing upside down on the ceiling and

near the door of the room. Keeping an alert eye out for movement on the other side of the

door, she used her thin sword to pick the lock.

The door burst open and four dark elves rushed into the room. They scanned the place

bloodily and said, "Shelley, the traitor, lay down your hands and pray to the spider goddess

for forgiveness."

Shelley did not surrender so easily. She held her breath and hid in the shadows of the roof

and corners, making no noise. Although she now pounced and could easily take down the

four men in front of her, she was not sure if there were any more lurking enemies behind her.

In case this matter is within the family of the kill order, she now most need to do is to hide

their own strength, but definitely not impulsive to go and these killers desperately.

The few dark elves who enter the room are afraid to disperse in the room for fear of being

killed by Shelley alone. Back to back, they moved cautiously around the room, their eight eyes

alert to their surroundings.

Shelley drifted slowly toward the door, keeping her body in the shadows, hiding as much as

she could. By flying out of the house undetected, Shelley was confident she could escape the

family compound -- the priests had defected from the Second family, and in two or three

days it was impossible to fully familiarize herself with the structure of the First family, a prison

Shelley knew as well as she could.

Inch by inch, Shelley was getting closer and closer to the exit, but just then a shadowy figure

appeared. The warrior monk Regula's steps were forever silent, even to Shelley's rapt attention.

"What are you four doing?" Regula looked at the priests in a defensive formation and asked,

"This is the room of Shelley, the eldest daughter. Did you come in here with the intention of

murdering her?"

"It is the Master of martial arts!" As a general rule, dark elf women rank far above all men. But

these four have only recently arrived in the First family, and have not even been able to gain

the full trust of their mother. At this point, Regula, as the master of martial arts, was in a

position to scold them. After all, the warrior monk himself was responsible for the defense of

the castle. The four Dark Elves can only look respectful.

"By order of the Master Mother, kill the traitor of the House, Shelley, to preserve the honor

and safety of the First family!" "Replied the priestess.

The monk, too, was alert. His ears were sharper than those of the average dark elf, and with

concentration he soon heard a slight breath on the ceiling. He reflexively turned his head to

spot Shelley floating in the shadows.

The four priests followed the master's line of sight and found the object that had merged with

the darkness. With a low roar, not content to be deceived by a Drow woman warrior, three of

them pounced on it, and the other began to recite a spell. Be ready to unleash the spell at

any moment.

Shelley gave an angry snort and fell from the ceiling. In this case, she could not escape until

she had dealt with her immediate enemy. Shelley did not know which spell she had in store,

but it could not be anything that would help her escape.

The monk furrowed his eyebrows and his eyes became heavy. He looked at the three dark

fairy women speeding past him and made no movement. Suddenly, as if he had made a

sudden plan, a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

The monk Regula's body floated out, moving through the air like a ghost. The ghostly speed

surprised both Drow and Shelley, who had unleashed the spell. It was as if the monk did not

need to move his feet to accelerate to this terrifying degree.

Before any of the dark elves present knew it, Regula's hand was on the forehead of the Drow

who was using the spell. There was a flash of white light, the room filled with light, and a thud!

There was a bang, and a Drow's head flew into the air.

The monk's sword was as sharp as a sword, but as strong as a hammer. Taking advantage of

the fact that several others were blinded by the white flash of light, the monk jumped back

and forth at the same speed, and struck two claps and two fives on the nape of each drow's

neck.

Shelley wasn't exactly a dark elf, and the glare didn't bother her too much. After a brief spell

of vertigo, she had regained her vision just in time to see the posture of the two men after

the attack.

Shelley had to say that even if she did it herself, she could only attack once in the same time,

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so sensitive and swift, it can be regarded as a fantastic martial skill, even more powerful than

the general sense of "wind combo".

With this in mind, her hand did not stop, and her thin sword struck precisely at the throat of

the only remaining attacker. Just like the time she stabbed Vincent, the blade made no sound,

and the Drow, who had not yet regained her sight, had no idea how she had been attacked.

Drawing, striking, and holding the sword in front of him, Shelley looked at the monk and

asked, "Regula, why did you help me kill these men?"

The monk did not answer the question. He put his hands up his sleeve and with a smile said,

"Shelley, are you going to find this master named Vincent?"

"It's none of your business. First of all, answer my question!" Shelley answered as quietly as

she could, but the blush of excitement on her white face did not escape the monk's eyes.

"It's normal for me to help you, because you helped me a long time ago." The monk smiled

and said, "Whether you admit it or not, when you see Vincent, tell him that I helped him do

this and did not stand in his way, let him remember his promise, and I will come to him. 'We'

will look for him."

"What are you talking about? I don't understand you! ' Shelley turned to leave, but she

couldn't let go because it had something to do with Vincent, and possibly her departure from

the Underdark.

"Miss Shelley, it's not really anything important. You just repeat what I said." The monk pointed

outside the door. "Now, there may be more killers coming your way. I suggest you leave

quickly rather than listen to my nonsense. Remember, it's an open secret that Vincent is in

the Crystal Tower. '

Without another word, Shelley turned and disappeared into the hallway of the First Family

compound. Instead of using slow floatation, she now used her strong leg muscles to jump up

and down the aisles, zipping through faults and corridors. The whole camp was quiet, as she

had expected, and she did not notice any more enemies coming her way. In a moment she

had left the castle itself, and disappeared into the darkness of the city of Prudence.

The warrior monk Regula looked out of the window of the room, and his eyesight barely

caught a shadow leaving the First House. Smiling, he turned and left Shelley's room.

At the door, there was another person, a female drow. Holding a dagger in her hand, she

stood in front of the master of martial arts: "Did the master mother give the order to kill?"

The dark elf was none other than Sinafi, who had often spent time with her eldest daughter

Zena. The two were originally very "close," but since Zeena became a spider-like spirit, Regula

has long suspected that this dark spirit is the one who betrayed Zeena.

"Technically, the mother didn't give the kill order," he said. "But I know my mother better than

you do," said Regula. "There is never a time to kill. I only spoke my mother's mind."

'You are forging orders, then?' 'said Sinafi.

"No, just think about it. If anything goes against her will, doesn't even Zeena, your sister, who

has been placed in high hopes, say a word?" "Who," said Regula, "has brought about this

change?"

Then he fixed his gaze on Sinafi's eyes and looked at her intently. "I didn't go to the Temple

of the Mutilated Limbs, and I don't think you knew what was going to happen there, but I

suppose you knew what Zeena was planning, too?"

"I didn't cause her to turn into a spider-like spirit. What does it matter to me?" "If you were

determined to kill Shelley, why did you let her run away?" she said, her eyes fixed on the monk.

Did you think that would attract her attention? Forget it, there is only the shadow of that lowly

surface man in her mind now!"

"You're not Zeena, you're not Batana, you're nothing, so you have no right to ask me what I

think." The monk smiled, a relaxed and kind smile that made Sheena want to laugh too.

"But I've been wondering since then, how did you know about the arachnid?" The monk's

expression became suddenly serious. He quickly pulled out the two hands he had up his

sleeve, and several sharp steel spines were fired into Sinafi's eyes. At the same moment he

bent down and shot out with his legs like a spring. As the Drow struggled to fend off the

oncoming weapon, the monk's right hand, like an eagle's claw, penetrated the dark elf's chest,

ripping open her ribs and gripping her heart.

"The difference between you and Zeena is that you are stupid," he said. The monk's hand

gradually gained strength. The dark elf held Regula's wrists in both hands, but no matter how

hard he tried, he could not pull his hard hand out of his chest. She was breathing fast, but

there was blood foam coming out of her mouth. She looked desperately at the monk's face,

but she could not speak.

"Thank you for informing these four idiots that Matron Batana was going to kill Shelley. How

am I supposed to make Vincent owe me anything else? ' The monk closed his hands and

Sinafi's body sank.

"Only Zeena won't be able to kill your traitor herself again. She'll be very disappointed."

Regula took one last look at the room, wiped his hands with Sinafi's robe, and strolled away.