Noland, a tavern in a dark corner.
Today's semi-finals had ended. The second match was won by the Iron Forger who defeated the White-horned Deer.
This meant that the Fuya Knights would be facing the Iron Forger tomorrow!
As a member of Freya's Knighthood, Monet should be training together with his team members.
But at this time, his sister ran to this … cheap and shabby looking tavern.
Clary said she was here to meet the bishop of the Inquisitor, but Monet knew … she was here to drink.
"Don't you have eggplant?!"
"Yes! I'll roll it for you right away. "
"Two more mugs of ale!"
Clary controlled the strong body of the Chaos Demon and ordered the waiter to serve the drinks.
Monet curled up in the corner of his consciousness and remained silent. In his mind, this was how his sister was.
Although her sister was a Sacred Army soldier, she was completely different from those Sacred Army soldiers who were filled with a sense of honor and acted rigidly.
Whenever she encountered something troublesome or stressful, the first thing she would do was to drink and smoke a type of tobacco called 'eggplant'.
This kind of tobacco was very popular all over the world, but most people had the impression that only men would smoke it. However, his sister had been smoking it since she was 15 years old. At that time, his father had beaten her severely because of it.
After the beating, Clary became much more restrained, until the news that their parents had been killed on the front lines reached her ears.
Monet remembered that night very clearly. His sister was sitting by the window, leaning her head against the windowsill. She seemed to be in a daze. She held the eggplant in one hand and puffed out the smoke. Empty bottles were all around her feet.
When she saw Monet, she immediately shouted, "I … I must avenge that bastard of a father and mother!"
Just as Monet was immersed in his memories, the waiter respectfully placed two mugs of ale on the table and a few eggplant rolls beside the Chaos Demon.
Clary controlled the Chaos Demon's body to take out an inscription stone engraved with the heat attribute. She skillfully ignited the eggplant roll.
Clary let the Chaos Demon's body take a deep breath. A large amount of smoke was sucked into the Chaos Demon's lungs and then exhaled.
After doing all this, Clary picked up the glass of ale and downed it in one gulp. When she had finished the ale in the glass …
"Sure enough … there's no smell at all," Clary said.
"Sister, we've already become undead."
Mo Nai comforted her sister in a low voice. She had been in a bad mood ever since she came back from the semi-finals.
"Is it fun to fight alongside the enemy who killed your parents? Monet. " Clary suddenly put down her glass. "When they find out who you really are, do you think they'll still treat you as a comrade or a friend?"
At this moment, it was Monet's turn to fall into silence. During this period of time, he was indeed immersed in the honor of being a member of the Devil National Team.
Clary could only let out a long sigh at her brother's silence.
"I've already contacted the Bishop to perform the soul-stripping ritual tonight," said Clary.
"Sister!"
Monet instantly panicked when he heard the ritual. The Chaos Demon's body was too strong. If Clary were to control it alone, it wouldn't take long for her soul to run out of energy.
"I'll kill all the demons by myself … Monet, just wait for me at home like before," said Clary.
"Home?"
Even if Monet was stupid, he knew that Clary was sacrificing herself for her revenge. Even if she succeeded, she would only face the complete dissipation of her soul!
This act of sacrificing her own soul for revenge inexplicably made Monet very … angry.
"Sister." Monet repeated Clary's name once more. Then he mustered all his strength and said, "What is it that you're dissatisfied with your current life?!"
Monet's question stunned Clary. This was the first time she heard her brother question her so angrily, and it also angered her.
"Dissatisfied? Are you satisfied with your life of struggling under the shadow of the demons? And the demons killed our parents! Monet! "
"The ones who killed our parents weren't Miss Pauste, nor Her Highness Cersei! And what do you mean by struggling? " When Mo Nai said this, all the accumulated resentment was released. That resentment was called "Sister Stealing My Computer Every Day".
"Ever since we got the Weave, sister, you've been living happily every day! I know that! Every time I go into hibernation, sister, you still use the Weave to watch the Weave Vision and listen to music! Is this a life of struggle?! "
Clary choked. For the first time in her life, she couldn't outtalk her brother.
"And I also know that sister, you're actually interested in the third demon prince …"
"Shut up, Monet!"
Overwhelmed by anger and shame, Clary screamed out loud. Her agitated emotions made it difficult for her to control the body of the Chaos Devil.
Even the demon's body angrily shouted the word 'shut up'.
The moment the angry roar echoed in the tavern, the customers in the tavern immediately shut their mouths. The entire tavern fell into a deathly silence.
Oh no!
Clary realized that she had lost her composure.
The demon's height and physique weren't enough for customers to provoke her, but her actions made her a little too conspicuous.
However, there were still many mercenaries in the tavern. The words' shut up 'made them look at the demon.
At that moment, the mercenaries suddenly stood up from their seats and walked towards Clary.
Damn it … Did she have to fight because she provoked them?
Normally, Clary wouldn't be afraid of fighting, but the problem was that she had to meet the bishop of the Court of Heresy in secret.
The group of mercenaries held their wine glasses and sat in front of the Chaos Devil in an aggressive manner.
Clary secretly made the demon clench its fist, but the next second, the leader of the mercenaries revealed a horrified smile.
"You're Master Scott from the Fuya Knights, right?!"
The mercenary's question made Clary confused, but Monet controlled the Chaos devil to nod her head repeatedly.
"It really is Master Scott! I'm from the Snow Forest Mercenary Group, the leader of a mercenary group in the Land of Frost. Your Black Hook is really amazing! I don't think any hero can escape from your anchor. "His eyes shone with a light similar to Monet's when he saw his idol.
"Yes."
Clary didn't understand Holy Spirits at all, so she could only reply perfunctorily. However, this mercenary's enthusiasm ignited the enthusiasm of the other mercenaries.
"Master Scott, I'll buy you a drink. I'm also a Black Hook player … Can you teach me when you have time?" the mercenary asked cautiously.
No time! Clary was about to reject her, but Monet controlled the Chaos demon to nod its head. Clary could clearly feel the excitement coming from her brother.
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