Her wild, thick white hair flew in the air as she danced ecstatically.

When the girl came to Sireen, she suddenly stopped dancing, pounced on her, and said excitedly, "Shirlyn, Aunt Jonara said that I can finally accept the blood sacrifice, and I can participate tomorrow.

It’s a coming-of-age ceremony.”

"It's the mistress! Please correct your wording, Santila."

Xierlin emphasized, then stood up from the chair, and calmly broke away from the girl's warm embrace.

Santilla wore travel boots, trendy tight leather pants, a silk top, and a delicate chain-mail vest.

Among this group of wealthy nobles and drow commoners who pursue pleasure with typical drow enthusiasm and are good at using intrigues and intrigues, Santila is undoubtedly the most popular woman.

She is younger than most drow, her thirtieth birthday is not coming tomorrow, and she is in the long and crazy period of adolescence and rebellion that drow have.

And her face is as fresh and beautiful as a human girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. She also enjoys wealth and the status of the heir to the chief mage.

Many young drow in the dark city have wealth, status and beauty, but Santila, a little wanderer, is extremely different in the ancient city of Orens because of her laughing nature and enthusiasm for pursuing life.

Under the indulgence of the Chief Archmage, she also preferred to pursue adventure and magical knowledge rather than social intrigues.

Santila loved to laugh, and she also liked others to laugh with her. Since few drow could share her unique sense of humor, she became keen on playing pranks and enjoyed teasing other friends.

Because of this, almost no one can resist her unique charm, and many young drow are vying for the opportunity to adventure with her.

Because the social status of survivors can naturally be improved to a higher level, and exciting stories can also be told at evening gatherings.

Shireen never found this interesting.

For drow, life is a cold, serious matter, and magic is an art that requires mastery, not a child's plaything.

However, this particular 'drow girl' possesses magic more powerful than hers, which deeply stings her self-esteem.

That wasn't the only thing that made her resentful.

Matron Jonara, Sireen's own mother, always showed special care for the Chief Archmage's girls - almost to the point of pampering.

This is something she can never forget or forgive.

Even her blood sacrifice ritual was so attentive that she even went to Manto Dris and spent a lot of money to buy a battle mage from the Kingdom of Cormyr.

Although Matron Jonara's goal is clear, she still suffers from jealousy and hatred.

Because every time she mentioned the blood sacrifice ritual, it would touch her pain.

Her prey turned out to be a kobold, and she took care of it with only a small dagger.

Her blood sacrifice is more like a routine than the grand adventure Santila fantasizes about.

What she hates the most is that as long as Santila is near her, her male partner seems to be distracted.

The two of them had been training together since they were young. Not long after the Chief Archmage adopted Santila, he became obviously impatient with this precocious and naughty daughter, and sent her directly to her dead mother's Taks once and for all.

Family, raised and trained by the family's Mistress Jonara.

A childlike rivalry soon developed between her and Santila, which lasted for many years until she gave up in frustration.

Whether it was family status, wealth, or magical talent and charm, she was completely defeated.

"In my opinion, it's long overdue."

A male drow stared at Santila intently, "You will be thirty years old soon and have already entered adolescence. Even I wonder why you waited so long..."

Xierlin glared at him coldly, and the latter quickly shut up.

This is her new spouse, the son of a wealthy businessman.

He is a sleazy nouveau riche, covered in expensive accessories, rich and powerful, full of energy but easy to tame, which makes him very popular among aristocratic women in the circle.

"I think so too, and I asked Aunt Jonara specifically."

Santila said depressedly, "She explained to me that she would not hold the ceremony until she found a suitable prey. I think the prey must be a real test of my magic. Think about it, a

A grand and heroic hunt – an adventure in the tunnels of the Dark Territory wilds!”

"Mother Jolana."

Sireen once again coldly corrected this unruly drow girl.

"I know, it's Mistress Giorana." Santila repeated impatiently, sat on the chair again, supported her pretty face with her hands, and said whimsically:

"I'm really curious about what we're hunting tomorrow. I've heard that there are many wonderful and terrible beasts in the Land of Light. I've also seen them in books, big wild cats with gold and black stripes, like swamps on all fours.

A big brown bear that looks like a bear, maybe a fire-breathing dragon."

Great adventure, fire-breathing dragon, unimaginable innocence.

Sireen looked at the girl sitting in front of her, pondering whether her words were pure words from her heart.

"Dear Santila, don't you know? People will die here. Many young drow have lost their lives in blood sacrifices." A well-dressed male drow reminded kindly.

"Of course I know." Santila smiled nonchalantly:

"Surprise attacks on the surface often go awry. Sometimes humans or elves know about the attack in advance and are prepared in advance, or they are more skilled at fighting than expected, or they are outnumbered. They even get stabbed in the ribs by other drow's daggers."

She said truthfully, "In those rituals that are held underground, sometimes newcomers get lost in the wilds of the Underdark, or encounter monsters that exceed their magic and weapon skills."

"Sometimes... they are also killed by their own prey." Another male drow added.

Santila looked startled, then grinned, and said confidently, "No matter what kind of monster, I will give them a fatal blow. I will choose weapons and spells that are naturally compatible with them. The dagger will fight against the beast, and the bow and arrow will fight against it."

Bird. Hmm... If that doesn't work, I still have fireball, lightning beam and transformation."

"To celebrate my upcoming festival, I bring you the long-awaited delicacies."

Santila stood up from the chair, reached out and patted the small bag on her waist. A fish basket appeared out of thin air on the dining table, filled with lively silver fish.

She stretched out her hand and saw a fish as big as the palm of her hand floating in the air, twisting and jumping.

The streamlined oval body, silver scales and delicate fins, as well as the mandible as wide as the body, which is full of sharp steel teeth, all indicate that this is a magic pomfret.

Gasps and exclamations kept coming from the table.

Xierlin took a deep look at Santila and quickly put away the contempt in her eyes.

The devil pomfret is a small, cruel fish that can devour an adult lizard until only the bones are left.

These fish are extremely vicious and can even jump out of the water to attack animals drinking water by the river.

Their teeth are so sharp and their jaws bite so powerfully that the first bite often causes the prey to feel no pain and pay no attention.

However, the next pain came quickly.

Because the blood dripping in the water will soon attract countless greedy companions, hunting this kind of fish is a dangerous act, and accidents are not uncommon.

You also have to walk through an inaccessible and almost unpatrolled tunnel to reach the river.

The river itself is also dangerous. Under the calm surface, whirlpools will suddenly appear, and there are strong undercurrents that appear and disappear. The magic pomfret is even more deadly.

Their meat is delicate and delicious, but horribly poisonous. As long as it is cooked carefully, the taste is more intoxicating than wine. As long as there is magic pomfret at the party, it will immediately become a feast.

Just then.

The magic pomfret fish that was bound by magic suddenly broke free in mid-air, twisted and opened its mouth, and fell straight down.

Xierlin's new spouse looked frightened. She was so frightened that she quickly covered her lower body and shrank back.

However this is not necessary.

The magic pomfret was pointed by Santila casually, and bound by the magic power, it made another snap and fell back into the fish basket.

"If you miss..." the drow complained with lingering fear.

"I never make mistakes." Santila showed a playful smile and teased: "If I make a mistake, just one bite and you will be of no use at all. Shirlin will be unhappy."

Everyone burst into laughter, and the atmosphere of the entire banquet was brought to a new climax with the arrival of Santila.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on Santila, Xierlin once again felt the shame of being ignored by everyone.

She began to hate Santila Pumore with a purity and intensity that far exceeded anything she had ever experienced.

She hated Santila's origin, hated her beauty, hated her intelligence, hated her high reputation among everyone.

Wherever the little slut was, Shireen never understood her pranks, and what was worse, she always felt like she was the butt of the joke.

She also hated Santila's magical talent, being able to easily learn the magic that took her a whole year to understand, but what she hated most was that Santila had been enjoying unfettered freedom from the day she was born.

With the deliberate connivance of the Chief Archmage, she didn't even have to go to Spider Academy or Warlock Academy.

However, when she thought about the consequences that Santila would face in tomorrow's blood sacrifice ceremony, she felt inexplicably happy.

This reminded her again of the battle mage from the Kingdom of Cormyr.

A trembling fear flashed through her heart instantly.

Since these two people were the ones she hated so much, why didn't she think of a way to let them meet in advance?

Xierlin suddenly felt that her idea was too wise.

Because of Santila's strong curiosity, as long as she mentioned it a little, she would definitely have a strong interest in the half-elf captives and develop a strong desire to tame them.

With the personalities of these two people, they will definitely fight and stage a spell showdown in advance.

The final result, no matter who loses or wins, is what she wants to see most.
Chapter completed!