When the whole thing came to an end, Debovelaar belatedly appeared in front of Yaleriga. He must have heard about the mysterious room-swapping incident, and perhaps also knew about Ji Zangyu's incredible request to join the gang, so there was obvious anger on his face, which almost dyed his handsome and pale face red.
He walked quickly to the cell. At this time, Yareliga and her new roommate were occupying separate areas, resting without disturbing each other. Villar, who saw the alienating atmosphere between them, took a breath and his expression softened slightly.
"Kid," he said sternly, "come out."
Ji Zangyu did not immediately pay attention to this provocation. It wasn't until Villar repeatedly shouted at him several times that he finally raised his face and looked at the cursed iron railing between the two of them.
"Come in," he said to Villar.
Anger completely ignited Villar's eyes. Yaleriga even doubted that he would really do what Ji Zangyu said. She watched Villar pull out a branch-shaped dagger made of gold from his waist—it was actually a wand used to curse those who came into contact.
Although Yaleriga had many doubts about his ability, she knew very well that Villar had the true blood of the Sisterhood, and it was the blood of Lisafa. If placed on a complete heir, the power would be enough to make bones grow flesh and skeletons dance. And even for a descendant as weightless as Villar, it is easy to cast a curse that distorts human nature. He may not be able to cause his enemies to lose their bowels and give birth to countless deformed offspring with a look like Lisafa, but if they are stabbed by his sword and staff, even elves may be cursed and deformed into pus-covered bodies. ugly monster.
She sat up from the ground alertly. On the one hand, she wanted to organize words to stop this dangerous conflict, but on the other hand, she felt the blood roaring and eagerly hoped that Villar would take the initiative to enter the prison. He walked in and had a duel with the young man. Maybe the young man would die, but she would have the opportunity to rip out Villar's throat.
Fortunately, Villar is not as familiar with everything about the Skull Rainbow as the Ebony. Even though he was filled with anger, he had to shout to Sati and ask him to open the door for him.
Sati was undoubtedly happy after hearing his request, and she was probably eager to see such a good show. But he still said: "Oh, my lord. I don't think this is appropriate."
Villar's face turned redder. Sati continued as if she hadn't seen it: "The fate of this kid has not yet been decided, sir. He boldly proposed to my wife to join the gang before, so we can't let him talk casually."
"Madame will not consent," Villar snapped.
"It depends on Madam." Sati answered with a smile, "I am just following orders, sir. If you enter the cell and do something wrong, how should I explain to Madam?"
"You think I'm going to lose to this kid?"
"No, of course not. But you see, this kid was kept in good shape by Lord Manrostila a few days ago, but when I came in this afternoon, no one was in his room! Who moved him? Seat? Even Madam doesn’t know about it. This kid is so weird. Sir, if I were you, I wouldn’t go and get to know him.”
Perhaps Mrs. Dead Leaf's name does have weight in Villar's heart. For the first time, he listened to Sati's advice and took back the golden sword and staff unhappily.
"He cannot stay in this cell," he demanded of Sati.
"That's quite strenuous, sir. I burned my hand by him a few days ago - this kid is probably something related to the fire element, and he can bypass some of the restrictions in prison. Of course, compared to The fact that he has changed rooms is just a small problem. At most, we have to be careful when touching him. Madam asked us to treat him normally these days and not give him a chance to go out. Besides, what harm can it do to let him stay here? Yeah, I think these two get along pretty well."
That's obviously what Villar doesn't want to see. His eyes moved back and forth between Ji Zangyu and Yaleriga, until he found the straight and clear midline between the two of them, and the flush on his face faded slightly.
Ji Zangyu kept staring at him. As soon as Villar's expression returned to normal, he immediately took a step towards the midline.
Villar's expression froze. He glared viciously at Ji Zangyu, who blew contemptuously at him, then strode across the center line and unceremoniously slipped into the territory belonging to Yaleriga.
This made Yaleriga no longer able to stay out of the situation. She turned her head slightly and glanced at her new roommate sitting down next to her. She thought this was already extraordinary, but then Ji Zangyu started to open the corners of her mouth with her fingers, making faces and sticking out her tongue at Villar.
Villar almost pulled out his golden branch sword staff again, but fortunately Sati gently coaxed him and brought him back to his senses.
"Then that annoying guy is deliberately trying to attract you." He said, "Why bother with him? He's such a little kid, what can he do?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Zangyu immediately leaned back and lay down towards the back. From the outside, he seemed to be leaning on Yalailiga's belly. Only Yalailiga could see clearly: In fact, Ji Zangyu's body was just hanging in the air in an awkward posture, connected with her. Not a single hair was touched.
If she moved a little bit at this time, the new roommate's tricks would be immediately seen through by the two people outside. But Villar's reaction really made Yaleriga feel contemptuous and ridiculous. She couldn't even figure out what this man was angry about - she was here entirely because of his order, his premeditation, and his madness. But now he was acting like a victim.
She felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, so she deliberately lay still to cooperate with Ji Zangyu. Villar's anger at this incident was uncharacteristically high. If Sati hadn't taken him away with half-advice and half-threat, Yaleriga had no doubt that he would actually break in and fight an imp of unknown origin.
As soon as Villar disappeared, Ji Zangyu immediately sat up straight, staying away from Yaleriga, preparing to sneak back to his own territory.
His self-awareness is not a bad thing for Yaleriga. She still felt strange to this strange boy and could not figure out his thoughts. When evangelical people encounter such a situation, they usually have two choices: either embrace it in order to expand their knowledge, or stay away in order to ensure safety.
Neither method is suitable for her current situation. She wagged her tail twice and brushed away the dust on her arms.
"What do you want to do?" she asked bluntly.
Ji Zangyu was startled by her voice. He glanced at Yaleriga quickly - it felt as if he had just done something wrong - and then turned his face away resolutely.
Yaleriga wagged her tail twice more. She was used to being treated as a monster and a scourge by some people, and sometimes there would even be bloody conflicts, but this young man's attitude made her find it quite interesting. He obviously didn't like himself, but he didn't mind sharing the food with him. That might be some kind of "repayment", but it was difficult for Yaleriga to be sure whether the other party knew that she had protected him - she didn't expect any repayment.
She just wanted to satisfy her curiosity, and a gospel tribe was hard to refuse in every sense of the word.
"You were peeking at me just now." She said that deliberately.
"No." Ji Zangyu replied with his back to her.
Yaleriga got up from the ground and walked back and forth around the boundary drawn by the boy. She rarely walked around in the prison in the past, firstly to save energy, and secondly because the long chains always made her neck sore. She hated hearing that tinkling noise.
The noise was now beginning to bother others. Ji Zangyu turned his head unhappily and stared at her feet intently. Whenever Yaleriga's toes stepped on the edge of the center line, he would open his mouth to speak, but then Yaleriga would take his foot back as if nothing had happened, and his words of warning could not be uttered.
This trick was repeated several times, and he finally realized that Yaleriga was deliberately playing with him, so he pursed his lips tightly and continued to lower his head and face the wall. Yaleriga asked again: "You just wanted to anger Villar, why?"
"He is weak." Ji Zangyu said.
Yaleriga admitted that the boy was right to some extent. Villar has a weak mind and impetuous temperament, and Villar has slow hands and feet and a fragile body, but that still cannot explain Ji Zangyu's thankless and provocative behavior - unless he wants to take the opportunity to subdue Villar and then kidnap him to escape.
This thought flashed through Yaleriga's mind. "You don't really want to join them," she said tentatively.
Ji Zangyu didn't answer. Maybe he didn't bother to tell Yaleriga what he was thinking, or maybe he was worried about potential eavesdroppers. But silence itself is an answer.
Yaleriga was confused, but she also felt an unknown expectation. She had not forgotten how the other party appeared in her cell unexplainably, and before that happened, she had a very strange dream.
She had an idea and said to Ji Zangyu, "I know how you got here."
Ji Zangyu's shoulders shrugged and he turned his head inconspicuously. Yaleriga revealed again ambiguously: "Someone is helping you."
That could be interpreted as almost any situation. Ji Zangyu looked at her suspiciously, but Yaleriga no longer exposed her trump card easily. She sat on the edge of the center line and swept the ground with her tail unhurriedly.
"Tell me how you got in." She asked the boy.
Ji Zangyu frowned unhappily: "You say it first."
That was not a taboo for Yaleriga. She thought about it for a moment and then answered decisively: "Debo Villar locked me in."
"The white-haired monster?"
Yaleriga reacted for a second: "Yes, that's Debovlar."
Ji Zangyu looked at her strangely: "Why?"
His voice and words were sometimes a bit stiff and awkward, but they were still within the range that Yaleriga could understand. Combined with the young man's demeanor, he was obviously confused about her relationship with Villar - even Yaleriga could not ignore the fact that to this day, Villar still behaves like a person with deep feelings. pursuer. He was completely immersed in his drama, confusing the audience who entered the scene behind him.
Since this new roommate might be able to help her, Yaleriga didn't mind telling him the ins and outs of all this. She kept some secrets about the Temple of Doom and the Crimson Valar, and only briefly explained her past with Villar: how they met and fell in love, and then how Villar drugged her and let the Black Knight take her. Beat him until he can't move, and then throw him into this prison.
Ji Zangyu huddled in the corner, far away from her, but he listened very attentively. After Yaleriga finished speaking, he bit his lip and thought about it for a while.
"He betrayed you?" he asked.
"He betrayed me." Yaleriga corrected.
Ji Zangyu read it again after her. He seemed to understand, and then asked: "Why?"
This already involves the secrets of the Doomsday Temple and the Evangelical Clan, and Yaleriga is still unwilling to confide it to a person of unknown origin. She just said thoughtfully: "He needs to fulfill an atavistic spell."
"Atavistic curse" is another unfamiliar word to Ji Zangyu. Yaleriga had to explain to him the specific effect of this spell and how it could transform the person being cast back into the form of their ancestors through blood connections. Sometimes it's just a part of the appearance and abilities, sometimes even the mind is completely overturned.
Ji Zangyu quickly grasped the meaning she expressed. He looked at Yaleriga thoughtfully: "He wants to return to your ancestors."
Yareliga sensed a certain fact from his affirmative words. Ji Zangyu was so sure that it was she who Villar wanted to return to his ancestors, and he didn't even ask for a reason. This is not like the logic that a person who is ignorant of worldly affairs should have - unless he knows what a gospel tribe is.
"No," she said, "Villar didn't want to cast an atavistic spell on me. The spell was dangerous and could easily cause accidents to the person being cast...but he took away my role."
Ji Zangyu tilted his head and said with a vague understanding: "Character?"
Yaleriga reached out and touched her abdomen. The complicated tattoo was slightly hot, burning her skin. The rage of hatred boiled in her organs and belly.
"Mother," she said.
