Standing in the silent hall, Adil hesitated for a moment before taking off the ring on his finger.
The simple black ring was wrapped in a thin force field, and it flew towards Curaldo before being caught by him.
Standing by the side, Curaldo looked at the black ring in his hand and sensed the familiar aura on it. He lightly sighed and sent his magic power into the ring.
Immediately, a unique reaction occurred. Magic runes flickered on the black ring, and strands of black qi appeared, condensing into the image of a Lamia with a human face.
"Who is it?!" A berserk aura spread out, and the berserk force field rippled out with the ring in Curaldo's hand as the center.
At this moment, the runes of the spell formations in the hall began to awaken, forming a huge barrier with the entire hall as the center, gently dispelling the power that erupted from the ring.
When the violent fluctuations in front of him subsided, a new scene appeared in front of him.
Black energy condensed into a black mirror, and on the mirror, a Lamia with the lower body of a snake and the upper body of a beautiful woman appeared.
"Strange yet familiar aura, are you the new legatee of the Lamia Race?"
Curaldo raised his head and looked at the figure in the mirror with a calm expression. Looking at Gloria's true form, he nodded in agreement, "Your strength is not bad."
"Who are you?" A cold voice sounded out from the mirror, sounding like a hiss.
Gloria's expression was cold, and her lower body was coiled around the hall. Her body gave off berserk power that could cause people's expressions to change.
On her body, a faint black mist continuously rose, condensing into the shape of a snake behind her, looking extremely terrifying.
"Natasha, are you still not coming out?"
Looking at Gloria, Curaldo did not respond and said, "In front of me, there is no need for you to hide."
There was a moment of silence. After a while, a hoarse and unpleasant voice broke the silence.
"Long time no see, Curaldo."
In the mirror, a person in a black cloak walked out from Gloria's side. Judging from the voice, it should be an old woman.
"Natasha, you're not dead either."
Looking at the black-clothed man in the mirror, Curaldo's expression became more serious, and his attitude was completely different from when he was facing Gloria.
"Aren't you the same?"
Looking at Curaldo, Natasha said in a hoarse voice, seemingly a bit surprised, "I didn't expect you to live to this day."
"I was just lucky to find a source of the Water of Life."
Kraldo replied. He then looked towards Gloria and said, "This child is the inheritor that you have chosen, right? Not bad indeed …"
Gloria frowned subconsciously, but she didn't say anything.
As the leader of the Dark Magi and a Rank 2 Magus, not many people dared to treat her with such an attitude.
However, this old elven Magus in front of her was obviously much more powerful than she had imagined. Furthermore, he was an acquaintance of Natasha, so she couldn't do anything about it.
"Enough with the idle talk."
Natasha spoke again. Her voice was transmitted into the hall through the black mirror. "What is it?"
"I want someone from you."
Curaldo pointed at Adil and said, "I want to take him as my student."
"Impossible."
Gloria couldn't help but say, "He's my subordinate."
Looking at Gloria and sensing her resolute attitude, Curaldo felt a bit surprised. However, he still looked at Natasha and said, "This child is a pure-blooded member of the royal family and has pulled out the Moon King's Sword. He's most suitable to be my student and become the next High Priest."
"Pure-blooded?" Hearing Kuraldo's words, Natasha was startled. She turned to look at Adil, who was standing beside Kuraldo.
Standing beside Curaldo, Adil was wearing a white robe and had long silver hair. There was a pure and holy bloodline aura emanating from his body, and his silver eyes shone with a bright light that couldn't be concealed.
A gentle breeze blew in the distance, causing Adil's long hair to undulate. He stood there silently, giving off a calm and serene aura that was hard to forget.
Looking at Adil's appearance, Natasha's expression became more and more serious, "He really is a pure-blooded Moon Elf, a natural-born Elf King.
"Damnit, he was wandering around in front of me for so long, and I didn't notice him …"
She muttered to herself. There was a hint of regret in her words.
"This child hid himself very well. Let alone you, the former Lamia Queen, even I, the High Priest, did not notice him."
Looking at Natasha, Curaldo said, "This child has the Lamia Mark that you left on him; I hope you can undo it."
Natasha did not speak as she listened to him.
As the former Lamia Queen, she understood what a pure-blooded Moon Elf meant to Curaldo, and she knew that he definitely would not give up.
It was just that it was impossible for him to obediently give up on Adil.
"Gloria and I invested so much in him, even giving him a high-grade Meditation Technique. Do you think you can just let him go just like that?" Natasha said coldly, standing beside Gloria.
Curaldo didn't say anything. He just silently raised his hand and raised three fingers. "Three times."
"I can promise you that I will help you three times in the next period of time."
Hearing his words, Natasha hesitated for a moment.
Strictly speaking, Curaldo's conditions were quite sincere.
As an old friend, Natasha was extremely clear about Curaldo's strength.
Even among Rank 3 Sorcerers, very few could contend against him. Even when Natasha was at her peak, she had to take him seriously, let alone now.
The demon disaster was about to arrive, and there would be chaos everywhere. Under these circumstances, a Rank 3 Sorcerer helping out three times was very effective.
At the very least, if the other party was a Rank 2 Sorcerer, a single spell from Curaldo would be able to kill them. Rank 2 Sorcerers were already at the peak of the Mason region.
However, thinking about Adil's usefulness, she shook her head, "Apart from this, I also need him to refine potions for me."
"Potions?"
Curaldo paused for a moment before saying, "There are many precious materials and potions stored in the Elven Palace. If you want anything, just take it from me; there's no need to let this child do it."
"Deep Blue Breath Potion."
On the other side, Natasha seemed to have expected Kuraldo to say this. She said these words in a cold and expressionless tone.
Curaldo immediately stopped talking and looked at Adil with a strange expression.
"There's no need to doubt him; he can indeed refine the Deep Blue Breath Potion."
Seeing Curaldo's expression, Natasha indifferently said, "I have to say, ancient creatures are indeed very talented. Apart from his talent as a Sorcerer, this child's talent in Potioneering is also the best I've seen.
"Three times, and this child will help me refine potions. Those are my two conditions."
She looked at Curaldo, waiting for his explanation.
"Deal."
Curaldo took a deep breath, glanced at Adil, and finally nodded.
The general conditions were met, and the atmosphere instantly became much better.
After discussing the specific conditions, Curaldo waved his hand and withdrew his magic power.
The black mirror disappeared in an instant, and the black mist dissipated in an instant, turning back into a black ring.
On Adil's body, a burning sensation spread from his body.
He subconsciously raised his arm and saw a scene.
On his arm, densely packed black veins appeared in an instant, and finally turned into the mark of a black snake woman. The scales on it were very clear, as if they were real.
The black Lamia imprint blossomed, and a burning sensation swept through Adil's body, but it quickly disappeared.
When Adil came back to his senses, the Lamia imprint on his arm had disappeared. His arm looked white, without the slightest abnormality.
"This is the Lamia imprint. It's a kind of protection, surveillance, and restriction."
Curaldo held the black ring in his hand and explained, "This imprint is the Lamia's bloodline ability. It usually hides on your body and is very difficult to detect. Moreover, it doesn't do you any harm.
"When you are in danger, the Lamia imprint's power can help you block fatal injuries."
"I understand." Adil nodded. His expression was the same as usual. There didn't seem to be any changes.
"Come with me."
Curaldo looked at Adil and said before walking forward.
Looking at Curaldo's back, Adil did not hesitate and directly followed behind Curaldo.
They walked through several aisles and finally arrived in front of an altar.
The altar looked very tall, about seven or eight meters tall, and it was silver in color.
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