My Players Are So Fierce

1282: 433.

The Contamination of Avalon and Speculation on the Face of Divine Spirits_2

1282: 433.

The Contamination of Avalon and Speculation on the Face of Divine Spirits_2

Adel’s voice was filled with a certain loathing.

She detested everything related to the Shadow Elves, yet fate was always so disrespectful, forcing her to repeatedly encounter things related to that one-quarter of her bloodline within her body, to the extent that it could even be called a “bloodline curse.”

“So, the Twilight followers secretly in league with the Snegov family come from the Dark Territory beneath the Eternal Abyss…”

Murphy sat in the chair, an opened envelope beside him.

These rats of the dark all communicated with each other using secret languages; on the surface, these appeared to be ordinary letters, extremely difficult to decipher without knowing the encryption method.

Behind him, Triss was setting up a brand-new binding ritual, intended to trap the Spider Demon that was currently being frozen.

Murphy was very satisfied with the outcome of the Shadow Trace Sect’s operation, but he knew full well that the players’ duties and missions had been fulfilled.

They had brought back the evidence that Murphy and Triss needed, but whether they could gather the information Murphy needed from this evidence depended on the methods of the Vampire Lord and the Blood Vulture Duke.

“Can you decipher these letters?”

Murphy asked, and Adel shook her head, saying,

“I was born in the Dark Valley, Master.

My knowledge of the Shadow Elves is limited to what I’ve heard secondhand; I’ve never truly lived in the society of Shadow Elves, and my understanding of their customs is not deep.

But I guess Uncle Bella and Aunt Bernice would certainly be willing to help.

They are half-elf Gladiators born in Mejewa City; they might be familiar with the secret languages used by the Shadow Elves.

However, I advise you not to hold too much hope.”

The Shadow Intelligence Officer picked up the letters while murmuring softly,

“If even one-third of what I know about the Shadow Elves’ modus operandi is true, then the Heretics hiding among them would not leave such conspicuous, exploitable flaws in their day-to-day work.

I guess that even if Uncle Bella does decipher these secret languages, we’ll have a hard time capturing specific details about that Twilight follower.

In terms of covert operations, the Shadow Elves might be comparable to the Thorn Clan.

But when it comes to hiding oneself and the skill to protect oneself wisely, I guess even someone as astute as Lady Shani could only be a ruler of a single city in the society of the Shadow Elves.

The Shadow Elves are born from lies!

They grow up steeped and absorbing the cunning nourishment from a pool of conspiracy, with every adult male Shadow Elf enduring at least three assassination attempts from peers to ensure they don’t commit foolish mistakes when holding important family positions.

And every female Shadow Elf who lives to adulthood usually has more than ten times the experience in this regard…

In such a terrifying society, fools who don’t know how to hide themselves cannot possibly survive.”

“I have heard of these secrets; I just can’t understand why the Shadow Elves want to maintain such a social model that is abnormal from any perspective.”

Murphy shook his head, saying,

“But just as Turner’s report stated, I am not at all surprised that the Shadow Elves would be involved in matters of the Twilight.

However, Adel, have you ever encountered such a Spider Demon before?”

The Vampire Lord pointed to the frozen Spider Demon behind him and asked, and Adel glanced at the twisted creature.

She shook her head, saying,

“No, I haven’t even heard of it.

Clearly, my mother concealed many of the dark things she saw in the elf cities to protect my young mind.

I’m sorry, Master, I can’t be of much help to you in this matter.”

“That’s okay, everyone has their shortcomings.”

Murphy said in a mild tone, gesturing with his hand as he stood up,

“Then I’ll trouble you to invite Sir Bella to help us decrypt these messages.

If anything comes up here, I’ll share it with you right away.”

“No, Master, I don’t need it.”

Adel took a step back, holding the letters; her increasingly lovely and seductive face was filled with disdain and resistance.

She said earnestly to Murphy,

“I don’t want to hear any information related to the Shadow Elves; I have no interest in those rats born from the dark domain, but I understand it’s my job.

I will keep an eye on this.

But you really don’t need to share those with me especially.”

“Alright, I respect your choice.”

Murphy nodded and watched as Adel gave him a very elegant curtsy before turning to leave.

At the moment the door to the underground chamber closed, the busy Triss suddenly spoke,

“Her neckline has dropped a few notches…”

“Ah?”

Murphy, feigning complete ignorance, turned around with a look of surprise and said,

“Why would you pay attention to such strange details?”

“Because my dimwitted little boyfriend hasn’t realized that his physically attractive subordinate is trying to seduce him, or perhaps he has noticed but is pretending not to see it for some male mischief and hasn’t made any clear attempts to stop her.”

Triss said with a calm tone,

“If this goes on, I won’t be surprised if one day Adel shows up in front of you wearing just a brassiere.

Hey, she’s really a clumsy girl, not knowing how to play to her strengths.

It’s obvious she’s anxious about it, yet carried by the momentum of the bloodline bond, she involuntarily wants to showcase her charms to you.”