The Righteous Player(s)

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Hearing Salvatore's narrative, Annan also suddenly became interested.

"Doesn't even Senior Sister Vattore have solved the mystery?"

"Don't call her ‘Vatore’, it’s really weird... I feel like I’ve become a girl."

Salvatore complained casually: "And what is the name of the senior sister? She is not my shadow, obviously we are the same person..."

"Of course it's because, in most cases, Senior Sister Vattore is much more reliable than you, Senior Thrall."

Annan said unceremoniously: "Aren't you just a Vattore launcher? I called the senior sister separately, obviously to you-otherwise it would be the male pedestal of Thrall senior sister."

"--Ah ha ha ha ha ha!"

A hoarse, low, and powerful voice sounded from Salvatore's side.

The liquid shadow, like a wave, condensed on the side behind Salvatore.

A female demon head with sharp double horns, made of pure shadow, grows from Salvatore's left shoulder.

The hoarse and low-pitched voice would remind Annan of Bai Ichigo's loud and neutral voice, and it resounded from her mouth: "You are right, my majesty!"

Salvatore patted his shoulder angrily.

The tar-like liquid shadow was shot back immediately-or he hid it back, and emerged from behind Salvatore's other shoulder.

"The body of Thrall, this idiot, is so wasteful that it is not worthy of being my body!"

Miss Shadow, who was named "Vatore" by Annan, gave out a frantic laugh without hesitation: "When encountering problems, this idiot can only pitifully ask me for help, Your Majesty!"

"You bastard, get me back!"

Salvatore furiously slapped the shadow on the back of the head.

However, his ability to restrain the shadow was obviously weaker after he advanced. It's like Salvatore's state after injecting the Sage's Stone.

Shadow ignored him at all.

On the contrary, there was a pure black demon's hand with protruding joints and oily, protruding from Salvatore's heart. After it got out of Salvatore's body, it quickly became dry...The texture was like dried beef jerky.

It completely ignored Salvatore's "really holding" his arm-but reached out to Annan with a thin demon's hand. Salvatore's weak strength was unable to shake the demon's right arm, which was full of muscles.

This made his harsh reprimand sounds more like a weak aegyo.

The shadow's move caused Victor, who was standing behind Annan and Kafni, standing solemnly like a housekeeper, slightly narrowed his eyes.

But Annan just signaled that it didn't matter.

As Kafney let Annan go, Annan got up to tidy up her somewhat messy hair.

Then he stretched out his left hand towards the demon.

"The Grand Duke's right hand must always hold the tricolor scepter."

Annan Wen said: "This hand... is it okay?"

"--of course!"

The husky voice with overlapping echoes of the shadow sounded again.

This time it was not that a new head emerged from Salvatore.

But while the entire head was retracted, on the palm of the right hand where the shadow protruded from Salvatore's chest, opened a mouth with teeth: "You have the final say!"

As it said, the knuckles and joints of the right hand suddenly turned around-from the right arm to the left arm with a snap.

Its palm's mouth suddenly resembled a zipper, pulling itself back. And disappeared in the palm of his hand.

As it shook hands with Annan, the entire upper body of "Vatore" emerged from Salvatore's chest.

It was a demon made of pure darkness.

She has two curved horns, strong arms that are too long to be folded, solid black sclera... and scarlet vertical pupils.

This is undoubtedly inhuman.

Her entire arm was pure black, but when she was close to her shoulders, the color gradually faded and turned into a faint gray-as if the ink had suddenly disappeared.

And from the back of the arm, she also has about three or four points of Salvatore’s appearance, but an extremely feminine face, pure black long hair that is unnatural like tentacles... A wild smile without humility, slender shoulders, and a full chest directly exposed.

-Devil and Maiden.

The two diametrically opposed, hatched into one on Salvatore.

"This is the second meeting, my majesty."

"Senior Sister Vattore" smiled openly and cheerfully: "I like the name you gave me very much."

"As long as you like...I guess you will come out."

Annan said gently: "So I want to ask about your specific situation again.

"After all, you are much more reliable than Senior Saar."

"Of course hahahahahaha—"

"Senior Sister Vattore" laughed triumphantly.

Salvatore was crying and complained loudly: "What are you so happy about? Annan is just saying kind words!"

"Idiot, this is called the truth hypothesis! You can't understand it with your IQ!"

Shadow reached out and held down Salvatore’s head, turned his head to press his face, and said louder: "Be quiet, idiot! You struggled around, making it very difficult for me to come out. Ah you idiot!"

"...This is obviously my body..."

Salvatore’s voice became aggrieved ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but he really did not continue to resist the existence of "Vatore".

"Vatore" was obviously relieved.

"keep quiet!"

She gave another order.

She appeared from Salvatore in a half-length posture, which obviously took a lot more effort-in terms of the value visible to the naked eye, the "ink" on her body was gradually being consumed.

It's like gradually using a clean pen on the ink sac.

Starting from her shoulders, the dividing line between black and gray gradually moved forward - toward the arm.

This posture of getting stuck halfway through Salvatore's chest is obviously not particularly comfortable.

She propped her horribly long left arm on the sofa aside, shook her head and shook her long hair that seemed to be disguised by tentacles, before continuing to say to Annan: "Salna What the idiot said was all nonsense.

"He just meant to show you that he didn't do nothing, so he deliberately said Philip's thing so mysteriously. Use this method to raise himself."

"Senior Sister Vatore" first made a "self-criticism", and then explained: "In fact, we have already investigated some of the results...probably when he sent you a letter, but you have not yet come. During this period.

"The nobles who surrendered to the sweet fat man of Prince Philip actually have a certain commonality."

After she got out, her voice became less deep, but she also looked hoarse and noisy. Rather, because the voice becomes clearer, the sharpness caused by the echo becomes more obvious.

"That is, they are all old men half-legged into the coffin!"