Compared with the chaos in the lower areas, although the upper central area of Comoros is not lacking in murders and conflicts, each archon knows the consequences of measuring their actions, so most of the time this area can be called It's safe (relatively speaking).
Of course, this kind of security also benefits from the strong suppression of Victor, the overlord of Youdu.
But now the overlord's authority is facing serious challenges, not only from the invasion of foreign enemies, but also from huge internal hidden dangers, among which his past wife is the most serious.
As usual, the Venomous Tongue Cabal will invite its allies with good relationships to hold a banquet before participating in the competition. However, this time the banquet was not held at the Cabal headquarters. Instead, it was chosen to be in the castle of the Trembling Blade Cabal. There are also thirteen whispers and the leaders of a dozen small cabal groups.
When the gunboat landed on the solemn tarmac, the castle's security system was as vigilant as Yin Freine expected.
Every query that was not answered correctly had the potential to trigger violence, and every automatic check required that the right code be sent at the right moment so that the gunship would not be targeted by the pulse cannons of the castle defense system or the weapons of the patrols.
At the top of the castle, there is also a terrifying rotating eye, under its malicious gaze, everything is carefully scrutinized.
"Madam, I don't like dressing up like this."
Wearing a black sleeveless witch-spirit dress, her legs wrapped in shiny stockings, and a red skirt trailing behind her hips, Yin Freni said bluntly, looking at the giant eye that monitored everything.
"Why?"
"It's not for me, and I don't like being watched all the time."
Malus, wearing a gorgeous black armor dress, asked with a smile, then stepped onto her consul's throne and floated down from the gunboat surrounded by a group of guards and servants.
"The Archon of Trembling Blade has always been like this, cautious, bloodthirsty and careful. After all, he has been assassinated hundreds of times."
"I just don't like the feeling of being watched."
"Many times there are not so many choices for some things. It's better to say...if you want to change, you have to get the right to change."
Yin Frene knew what her "mother" meant, but during this time she was indeed tired of the struggle for power among the cabals. She came to Comoros to find a new self, not to become a contender. Tools of power.
The value of Malus to her has become less and less, and all that is left is the original life-saving grace. After this fight, she feels that this favor should have been repaid, and then she has to make her own choice.
Moreover, the lackeys of the God of Corruption are here and will attack Commorragh with all their power. Yin Freni cannot guarantee whether reinforcements from her home world will come, but she does not want to take the risk.
Especially she didn’t want to face the person she loved most in the past, the Avenger Priest Larian Songstar of the Silent Blade Shrine in the world of Bietan, who was also the one who guided Yin Frené when she switched from the path of a dancer to the path of a warrior. Teacher of the craft.
Soon, the Venomous Tongue Cabal and his party passed the checkpoint and began to enter the castle.
“You need to be charming.”
While Malus was taking elegant steps to attract the attention of the surrounding guards, she was preaching to Yin Freine behind her gently waving fan.
Yinfrenee was a little bored. Mallus was a cunning villain, a scheming liar who made a living by playing power on the fringes of Victor's rule. If she hadn't saved her from the wrecked ship, she would never have done it. I won't deal with such people.
"I'm not trying to be charming."
"Okay, then you should start trying."
No matter what situation she was in or who she was talking to, Malus always maintained a relaxed smile on her face.
"You should at least act like a noble."
"I've met so-called aristocrats who don't use words like 'charming'."
"Maybe some are special, but for other nobles..."
"I'm not a noble. I'm a killer. I just want to defeat my opponent and kill him."
Yin Frene wasn't sure if she was talking to Malese or to herself. Maybe she wasn't born with this idea, but she now had more bloodlust than the most ferocious warriors in her former hometown.
"No one is born that way,"
Malus's voice was unusually calm, even though he still kept his smile.
“Everything is learned, so you just have to be the best version of yourself at the moment.”
The fortress where the rulers of the Shivering Blade live is actually made up of multiple parts, mainly huge floating plates that look like a series of floating cities.
Although in the tense conspiracy struggle, they did not give up their luxurious lifestyle.
Even in the current state of war, exotic delicacies may be harder to find, and the sky above may be illuminated by the tracks of patrol ships, but this is not enough to truly disrupt the society of these top Comorian dignitaries. daily.
After all, isn't it the first step to failure for the Dark Eldar to stop living according to their own desires out of fear of their enemies?
After passing through many gates and floating bridges, the team arrived at their destination.
This is a huge hall, the largest room that Yin Freni has ever seen.
Its shadows are dotted with reflective pillars that stretch into the distance like huge trunks in a forest of extremely regular and widely spaced trees, while far above the roof is made of clear crystal, through which Some faint points of light can be vaguely discerned.
There are beautifully designed pieces of art everywhere, designed so beautifully that they almost look like natural formations, but distorted by artificiality.
In addition, there were many plants, most of which she couldn't name, which were comparable to the ecosystem of the Ark.
Elegant autonomous machines resemble extinct animals from the Eldar's homeland. They walk gracefully on slender legs. Soft music comes from metal antler pipes. Refreshment trays are placed on the backs of the crests. Sporadic lighting is provided by hanging or cast by free-floating lighting clusters.
One of the floating lights floated towards Yin Freni, occupying a position about one meter above her head.
She looked up, then asked the guard standing on one side of the gate.
"Sorry, ma'am."
Admiring laughter came from under the guard's helmet.
"It just lights your way."
"It makes me nervous. I'm not used to attention like this."
At this time, Malus spoke.
"Yin Freni, open your eyes and tell me what you see."
Yinfreni paused to carefully observe the crowd around her. Only then did she notice that each group radiated its own light. When nobles, consuls, or other wealthy or influential people ended their conversations with their companions and began to When you have a conversation with another companion, the person you talked to will break away from the light group and move to another light group.
"You have to get involved, nobles always think people want to talk to them, and for Kane's sake, smile more - you're unpleasant enough as it is."
Yin Freni touched the ring with carved patterns on her neck with her fingers. It was a gift from Malus. Although it was more like a tool than a flashy ornament, Malus said that it could increase Yin Freni's beauty. charm to offset her innate rebellious temperament.
"Oh, the beautiful and wise Mrs. Malus, welcome to my humble home."
Soon, Lando Quinteros, the trembling blade consul, came over with a smile, then picked up Malus's right hand and kissed the back of it gently.
