Azeroth Monster Manual

"This is Councilor Greet, he is responsible for the connection between the Sarona family and the Blood Eagle family and the Firewing family."

Barton continued to introduce him in his unhurried 'Silvermoon accent'.

"Hmm, let me think, it seems that the duty of a councilor is to connect with the large and small nobles of Silvermoon City, right?"

The young man tilted his legs, with a root of calming flower in his mouth, sitting crookedly, looking like a playboy.

However, everyone present dared not underestimate this cynical young man. A man's reputation is like a tree's shadow. Even the stubborn and conceited high elves have heard of the great name of Earl Sarona.

"That's right, young master, there are a total of 28 councilors in the entire Sarona family. These councilors not only have the responsibility of managing the family's territory, but they also have a more important task, which is to connect with the 343 nobles in the entire Silvermoon City."

"Okay, it seems I misunderstood you."

Rudely spitting the root in his mouth on the ground, the young man leaped nimbly and instantly came to Councilor Greet's side.

"Councilor Greet, right? I have some good stuff here, would you like to take a look?"

At this time, the young man was like a hooligan who frequented the streets, without any grace. He grabbed Greet's collar and lifted him up.

"What are you doing! What are you going to do! Earl, I warn you! This is a family meeting, wuwuwu..."

"So noisy."

The young man plugged Greet's chattering mouth with telekinesis while picking his ears.

"Kainar, our Sarona's latest intelligence director, it's time for you to show your face, let our Sarona 'elites' see how ignorant and pathetic they are."

Before the councilors and elders could attack, Earl 'pinched' the 28 high-level executives in the air as if pinching flies.

"Wuwuwu..."

"Let...wuwuwu..."

"You dare...wuwuwu"

......

Belovar looked at the twenty-eight family executives wriggling in the air like maggots with a complicated expression, not knowing whether to be angry or happy for a moment.

"Stinky boy..."

Shaking his head helplessly, after all, he was his own grandson, there was no reason to help outsiders. Belovar smiled bitterly, his eyes and nose watching his heart, and continued to pretend to be dead.

"Let go of my father!"

A young and handsome elf stood up and shouted at the young man tremblingly.

"Oh? There's even a knight appearing in this stage play? It's a pity that there is no princess you are looking for here. However, your appearance makes my script even more exciting. Tell me your name, boy."

Earl raised the corner of his mouth frivolously and 'grabbed' the young elf over gently.

"My name is Miken, please...please, let go of my father."

Although this young elf named Miken was very scared, he still said bravely. A flash of light flashed in Earl's eyes. He did not expose the young man's clumsy lie in front of him, but asked narrowly:

"Look, we have 28 villains here, which one is your father? Point it out bravely, maybe I will release him if I am happy?"

"It...it's Councilor Greet Sarona, he is my father."

As if he had exhausted all his strength, the young elf named Miken slumped down after saying this sentence.

"What a great young man, you have given me a wonderful inspiration, you can rest for a while, brave 'knight'."

Ignoring Miken's bitter plea, Earl thoughtfully pressed him on one of the 28 empty chairs next to him and sealed his mouth tightly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I wonder if I have the honor to invite you to play a game?"

The young man floated in mid-air, a rare hint of evil smile appeared on his beautiful face, and the female elves below screamed as if they had lost their souls.

'Hey, this persona is really not suitable for me, these female comrades are too dramatic, right?'

......

"Please step forward the children of these 28 family executives. If the children are not here, direct relatives are also acceptable."

Earl didn't care about the silent crowd below, but twiddled his fingers idly.

"How about this, I will count from 1 to 28. Every time I count a number, a lucky person will be selected by me. If you are not ready to stand up, then after the 28 numbers, the 28 high-level executives floating in the air will get a group ticket to the Shadow Realm.

What? You ask me where the Shadow Realm is? Hmm, let me think, the Shadow Realm is the kind of place where you can see your great-great-grandfather..."

In the end, the direct relatives and children of the 28 high-level executives stood up. These 'young' men and women followed the young man's arrangement and sat under their 'fathers'.

"Pa pa pa..."

"Very good, I announce that this parent-child (daughter) filial piety Lianliankan officially begins."

Belovar looked at his grandson, who had not lost his childlike innocence, with a wry smile. He knew that Earl's appearance was just to quickly deter the rebellious forces in the family, but such vulgar and rude behavior still made the old gentleman very uncomfortable.

'I've decided, after this matter is over, I must beat this bastard to death.'

Belovar made a secret decision in his heart, but Earl, who was having a great time, was completely unaware at this time.

"Please welcome our first knight, Sir Miken, of course, I made up the title of knight, hahaha, everyone, don't mind these details.

Ahem, he has to face a villain who does all kinds of evil, a bad seed with pus flowing from the soles of his feet, a kingdom trash with sores on his head...dang dang dang dang, Greet!"

"哗啦…"

Dense water vapor filled the air. In just a moment, countless 'pure water pigeons' flew towards Councilor Greet, who was hanging in the air and unable to speak, instantly drenching this poor worm.

Earl snapped his fingers and gave up the C position.

Kainar nodded knowingly and stood excitedly in the young man's previous position.

"According to investigation, Greet was promoted to the councilor's seat 563 years ago. In these 563 years, he embezzled 30,864 gold coins of bow funds, and took bribes by taking advantage of his position, causing the Sarona family to directly or indirectly lose 58,750 gold coins... and so on, 12 crimes.

According to reliable information, just at 10 am yesterday, Greet secretly met with the stewards of the Blood Eagle and Firewing families, and received a dirty K of 12,000 gold coins, and designed a conspiracy to expel Earl Sarona from the family..."

Greet stopped struggling and just stared at the notebook in Kainar's hand with a pale face. He knew he was completely finished.

The other controlled high-level executives finally understood what this young man wanted to do.

'Drawing firewood from under the cauldron...killing people and punishing their hearts'

All 28 high-level executives thought in their hearts with dull eyes. This young man had already calculated everything, and they had taken the initiative to bump into it like clowns.

Miken trembled all over, not daring to look at his father hanging in the air. A fishy smell gradually came from his crotch.

"Tsk tsk tsk, how can our knight be so cowardly? Stand up!"

At this time, the young man no longer had the neurotic appearance he had just had. The handsome face was gradually covered with frost. He had been holding it in for too long, so long that he was about to explode.

Looking at those azure blue eyes, Miken didn't know how he overcame the fear in his heart and slowly stood up.

Belovar's eyes lit up. He knew that this must be his grandson's trick.

'Charming humans? It doesn't look like it. Could it be another new spell developed by this brat? No, I have to ask him what's going on later.'

It has to be said that these two elves are worthy of being grandfather and grandson. The scene once became out of control, but Belovar didn't care at all. At this time, he was rubbing his fists and palms, completely attracted by the strange magic that the young man had just used to control others silently.

......

"Miken, right? Let me guess, are you 763 years old this year?"

Miken nodded mechanically like a robot.

"You've had 19 girlfriends? Oh, what a terrible number, but for Quel'Dorei, it's not unacceptable."

Listening to the young man's mind-reading questions, all the family members in the conference room couldn't sit still and began to whisper.

"Is this...mind reading?"

"Impossible, it should be a coincidence."

"Ah, I'm dead..."

......

"Your mother was seduced by a plumber next door? And gave you a half-brother? Okay, let me mourn for you for three seconds."

"Your father has three mistresses, what!? Lovers? Damn it, my ears! Your father deserves to be a bastard with purulent hemorrhoids!"

Like a one-man show, everyone watched the young man's performance in stunned silence, while McKen seemed completely hypnotized, responding only with 'uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.'

Of the 28 high-level executives hanging in the air, only a third were still conscious, the rest having fainted with their eyes rolled back.

'Is this what they call psychological torment? No wonder he's the instructor.'

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Kainar continued to face away from the crowd, rustling as if writing something.

...

"Alright, you can wake up now."

Ayr snapped his fingers crisply, and McKen, who had been like a puppet, shuddered and suddenly woke up.

"I..."

"I..."

"I'm finished."

Remembering what had just happened, McKen knelt on the ground and wailed like an innocent child.

"Alright, next, oh, it's actually a female knight, not bad, not bad, Kainar, get to work."

...

Time slowly passed, and everyone watched this wonderful 'father-child (daughter) filial piety connecting game' unfold before them, scene after scene.

People went from initial shock to awe to horror, then to numbness, until finally they became indifferent, even feeling a little hungry and wanting to go home for dinner.

Ayr threw the last completely collapsed 'knight' and 'thug' on the ground, and when he wanted to continue with undiminished interest, he found that the high-level executives hanging upside down in the air had long since disappeared.

Kainar was panting heavily, but still excitedly writing something in his notebook.

If you looked closely, you would find that there was almost nothing of value in this densely written sketchbook, it was just a whole gossip magazine.

"Did you think this game was over?"

The young man covered his nose and came to McKen, who was covered in yellow and white filth, and disgustedly used magical pure water to wash away the filth on the ground, including McKen.

McKen blankly raised his head, his eyes lifeless as he looked at the young man, who was clearly broken by Ayr.

"Want to be an official, ahem, want to become the new director of the Salona family?"

The young man whispered in McKen's ear in a very seductive tone.

Like a hyena that smelled meat, McKen, whose eyes were originally empty, suddenly regained consciousness, his eyes filled with six parts fear, one part suspicion, and three parts greed.

"Heh, men, sure enough, power is the most potent aphrodisiac, he doesn't even care about his father's life or death, and he's still thinking about getting rich from his funeral."

Despising him in his heart, but not showing it on his face, the young man continued to say quietly.

"As long as you personally repeat your father's crimes in front of all the Salona family members, then you will get everything you want."

"I can't... I can't... I can't..."

A look of struggle appeared in McKen's eyes, but the young man clearly saw a strong emotion called greed in the depths of his eyes.

"Think about that disgusting father, think about that degenerate mother who abandoned you, and the 20, oh sorry, 19 ex-girlfriends who abandoned you, do you think what you need now is that worthless conscience? Or power, money, and strength..."

Ayr, like a devil tempting a lost lamb, was telling McKen about a future that made his heart itch but he couldn't refuse.

The guilt, fear, and unease in McKen's eyes gradually faded, until only naked greed remained.

He knew that he was finished, like a cream cake injected with poison, as long as he tasted the sweet cream on the outside of the cake, he would not stop until he had eaten it all, and finally died from the poison...

But he didn't regret it, he knew that following this dangerous man was a hundred times, a thousand times better than following his dirty, incompetent father, at least this man could give him what he wanted, couldn't he? Even if it meant selling his soul.

"I'm willing..."

After saying this, McKen collapsed to the ground like a deflated doll, but strangely, his originally pale face became extremely red.

"Barton, take him to write the script, remember to have him write it himself, I think as a knowledgeable and experienced butler, your writing skills must be good, right?"

"Your will, to be honest, when I was young, I was an editor for a youth fashion magazine, I have to say, that was a naive and beautiful time."

Looking at the old butler who was lost in memories with a face full of black lines, the young man sighed helplessly, who doesn't have a pink dream?

He took out a soft, white silk handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hands with disgust, and then threw it on Grit's completely unconscious face like throwing garbage.

With light steps, the young man walked towards the next victim who was trembling like a deer.

"Don't be afraid, good child, don't be afraid, I won't do anything to you."

Ayr completely changed as if he had a split personality, he gently stroked the girl's hair in the corner!

This girl's life was very miserable, she was pushed by her beast-like father to so-called partners, taking turns... all the tragic encounters that could be imagined happened to the girl.

Just because she was an illegitimate daughter, just because she was the product of her father's drunken encounter with a cleaning maid.

This girl was very strong and had a lot of skills, just one step away, just one step away she could win her father's trust and completely unleash the flames of revenge on this demon-like 'father'.

But all of this was interrupted by the young man's sudden attack, she hated her father, and she hated her weak mother who committed suicide, she hated Ayr, hated the Salona family, and hated herself even more.

Looking at the young man with gentle eyes, the woman did not show gratitude, but looked at him fiercely, she knew that falling into the hands of this young man was just another cycle.

Ayr sighed in his heart, it seems that this mask has brought me a lot of 'haters'.

But in order to completely end all of this without any hidden dangers, he can only put on this mask.

'I'm sorry, although my heart is towards the light, but at this time I can only act in the dark.'

The light in Ayr's eyes became more gentle, he didn't explain too much, but held the woman's scarred, ginger-yellow palm, grabbed a silver table knife on the table in the woman's surprised eyes, and stabbed it hard into the unconscious 'father'.

Ruby-like bright colors burst out, time froze at this moment, the woman blankly looked at the table knife that was deeply inserted into the 'father's' eye socket, watching the demon-like man let out a pig-like scream before his death, an emotion called pleasure grew wildly in her heart.

At first, Ayr was holding the skinny palm and stabbing the 'father' on the ground again and again, but as time passed, Ayr had long since let go, but the woman became more and more crazy like a beast that had lost its cub.

At first it was blood, but as the woman waved madly, the 'father's' body no longer flowed blood, but red and white things like mixed with chili oil splashed everywhere.

Ayr sat next to the woman, not caring that the filth stained the bright red robe on his body, at this time he just felt a little lonely.

'Adding up my previous life, I've probably quit smoking for 50 years, right? But why do I want a cigarette so much now?'

"Hey, what's your name?"

"Natasha, my name is Natasha Salona."

I don't know how the masters feel about this chapter after reading it, the author can only say that when writing this chapter, my thoughts were like urine bursting out. It used to take me two hours to squeeze out 2000 words, but it only took me less than an hour and a half to code 4700+ words.

Although the protagonist is wearing a mask and playing the role he wants to become, his mentality has actually undergone many subtle changes. In the past, when reading the books of some big shots, I was always curious about what it felt like to have a breakthrough in writing skills, but after writing this chapter, the author understands. No matter what, whether the masters think it's good or it's garbage, the author thinks this chapter is better than some previous chapters. It can't be compared with the big shots, but at least it is a real breakthrough compared to the previous chapters.