Succubus System: Starting Strategy for the Half-Elf Queen

Chapter 11

[Natia discovered your little secret

] [She discovered the fact that you are not entirely right

] [Unbelievable!!

] [She thinks you are more real

!] [Natia Raiders: 42%] [Congratulations! Raiders over 40%!

] [Bonus "Natia's Favorite Color": Pink] "

Oh Roar? And this good thing?"

Shelley didn't expect to get the secret, and he had some ideas in his head.

"You have to make good use of this reward, and strive to get a bigger strategy boost!But then again

......" "Pink? What a girl! Miss Tia

!" "Under the appearance of the cold queen is a girl's heart? This contrast can be there!"

...... How does it feel as if someone is targeting me?"

Fateors are hard to keep up with! let alone legendary Fateorlocks!

Any thoughts and plans that might hurt her will make her aware of them.

This ability is further enhanced into the realm of the gods, just as the gods can gaze upon their followers by chanting the name of the gods.

"Who could it be? and it didn't feel very clear, as if it had been obscured by something?"

Secretly raising her vigilance, Natia continued to speed over Shelley.

......

"Don't put pressure on the embarrassing mentor, I'm so sweet!" Shelley

rode back from the inn, and instead of going up to find his mentor, he hurried back to the Duke's Palace.

Although the time was just after noon, Shelley was already preparing for the afternoon trip, and the preparation of the nobles before the trip was also very troublesome.

"Shelley!!"

"Lord Bowen!"

As soon as he entered the mansion, Shelley, who had relaxed his vigilance, was startled by a bloody roar and almost jumped off his horse.

Shelley: "What's the matter with ????

?" What's going on? What are you going to do, Mr.

Bowen? Turning his head to look at Bowen, who was sweating profusely, and Old Wild, who was following behind him and not stopping him at all, he sighed.

"Gentleman, ......"

"Death will not change!"

Turning over and dismounting, and handing the horse to the guard, Shelley took the initiative to walk towards the two men, wondering what had happened.

Bowen looked angry, not like he had succeeded, otherwise he would have grinned and laughed at me. "

Wilder...... It seems that he didn't stop him, Lydia exposed?"

There was some speculation in his heart, but Shelley still maintained a puzzled look, tilting his head to look at the two.

"Shelley, why don't you let me go to your house? How dare you let him stop me!?"

Bowen looked unacceptable, as if he had been treated inhumanely, and what he said was the opposite of his angry expression.

Ignoring him, Shelley looked at the disgraced Butler Wilder.

His neatly combed hair was now messy, his bow tie was gone, there was a noticeable bruise on the left side of his face, and his monocle was cracked.

Although he didn't care much in his heart, Shelley still made a faint expression of irrepressible anger on the surface.

He believed that someone could see it!

"Lord Shelley, we didn't stop Lord Bowen, but it's okay......" Observing Shelley's

face, Old White quickly explained

, "But don't worry, Miss Lydia has not been harmed in any way.

"Lydia, what Lydia, Shelley, you tell me clearly, why did you let people stop me?"

Seeing that Shelley ignored him, Bowen became even more agitated, shouting at the top of his voice, attracting the attention of the others in the mansion.

"Bowen, don't you really understand the reason why I'm stopping

you?" Ignoring Bowen, who wanted to continue shouting, Shelley continued to explain flatly

: "Let's think about it together, what did you take from my room

?" "Did you break my three mirrors because you saw your own face from them?"

Shelley seemed to understand, and said helplessly:

" Bowen, don't be angry with the mirror for this kind of thing.

"You also took every one of my perfumes, even though they were given by someone else, and I didn't really care.

"But ah, the smell of your body is not something that perfume can save, do you understand?"

At this, Shelley seemed to suddenly remember something, looked at Bowen with angry eyes, and said with a serious expression:

"Also, you also secretly took the love poems I copied from my bookshelf and gave them to a certain marquis's young lady."

"Ah, we don't have anything to do with each other, I only found out when she gave me the poem.

"After all, those things are just things that are copied in your spare time, and if you lose them, you lose them.

"I'm happy to be able to help you.

Wilder looked at Shelley, who was talking eloquently, and Bowen, who was uncharacteristically uncharacteristically speechless, and felt that something was wrong

!" "What's going on!?"

Bowen was quiet the whole time, except for waving his hands angrily and jumping up and down, he didn't say anything to refute.

It's not that he's changed his temper, it's that Shelley has used today's domination over humanity on him, and he wants to open his mouth now but just can't speak.

Shelley's voice became higher and higher, and more and more people in the mansion looked at him:

"As a nobleman, your conduct is extremely inferior.

"As an elder brother, your behavior is also despicable.

"And I, as a Paladin apprentice, have always indulged you because of our same blood

......" "This is not right! Extremely wrong! My mentor will be ashamed of me when he finds out!"

At this, Shelley closed his eyes in pain and took a deep breath, opened his eyes and said heavily

, "After this, I will repent......

". Everyone who heard the meaning of Shelley's words was shocked

, he was going to judge Bowen, and it seemed that he was going to send him to hell and the abyss to repent completely!

Bowen, who was furious, also realized that something was wrong, and tried to retreat but he tripped over himself, fell heavily to the ground, and looked up at Shelley.

Drawing the long sword from Bowen's waist, Shelley looked at the frightened Bowen and shook his head bitterly.

"Your Excellency, Lord Shelley, you can't do this, Lord Duke won't......,"

Wyder rushed forward and hugged Shelley's raised arm, but to no avail! Shelley

slowly raised his sword above his head......

"Judgment ...... evil

" "Enough......!"

an old shout interrupted Shelley's words, causing everyone present to look at the comer.

"Go back, I want to see if your justice is to make an old man who is about to die lose his child?"

At this time, Shelley was like a pious and even fanatical holy warrior, still holding the ornately decorated sword in his hand tightly.

"Evil must be destroyed!Crimes committed cannot be forgiven because he is

a child!" "And he's not a child anymore!" The

old duke barely stood up from his wheelchair, glared at his bastard, and exclaimed

, "You're not a true paladin either!Enough, I'll send Bowen to the convent for a year!How about it?What else do you have to say?"

No, we have to make sure that there can be no woman!

Shelley turned his head to look at the old Duke Bell, and looked at his biological father, who he didn't seem to see for many years.

He was hidden in the shadows, his once silver-gray hair now dry like dead grass, and his majestic body was already as clumsy as a ghost.

At this time, he was gasping for breath in pain, and he was standing with the support of others.

It's hard to imagine that this was once a high-ranking warrior who almost stepped into the realm of legends.

At this time, he is more like an undead creature than a human.

"You mean...... Monk Monastery?" Shelley

asked uncertainly, not caring about his appearance.

"You!ahem, ahem......"

"Ugh...... So be it. The

somewhat demobilized Duke Bell sat back in his wheelchair, stared at the sword in Shelley's hand, and said no more.

“...... As you wish, Your Excellency Lord Bell.

"Hopefully, the life and practice of the monastery will make him understand the crimes he has committed.

After a long silence, Shelley finally lowered his sword under Bowen's terrified gaze and plunged it into Bowen's scabbard.

Patting Bowen's trembling shoulder, Shelley looked into his eyes with genuine emotion:

"I'm about to become a true paladin, and this is the last time I'll pamper you as a brother." "

I hope you will correct it, and don't let me judge you personally, my dear brother. Looking

solemnly at the trembling Bowen, Shelley got up and saluted the old duke, and turned and walked to his lodgings.

Look at Shelley, who is wearing silver armor that glistens in the sun, and look at Bowen, who is wearing luxurious clothes but lying on the ground with a sweaty face.

Wilder stepped forward to help Bowen up, and sighed silently in his heart:

"If Master Shelley wasn't ......"

"How nice it would be!"

The old duke looked at Bowen, who was lying on the spot gasping and scolding, and did not speak, and motioned for the servant behind him to go back to the room.

Looking at the portraits of the heads of the family in the corridor, he sighed faintly:

"My son

, ......" and "Alas, ......"

......

Shelley's room was not in the mansion, but in a small building that had been erected on the side eighteen years earlier, and he had always lived in it alone.

"Haaah......

" Shelley sighed deeply, patted his expression that was about to stiffen, and whispered to himself:

"In this way, Lydia will be safe and can walk out of the room......"

"Although I really want to cut that idiot, but, after all, my current identity is not suitable!"

"...... I still need strength!

" "I really don't want to live like this hypocrisy anymore......

" "Nobles are really hypocritical creatures, heh!"

"Including my ......"

[Acting is a necessary cultivation for nobles]

Natia looked at Shelley's disgust after the big performance, a little surprised, a little clear.

"Although it has always been known that the aristocracy is hypocritical...... But I didn't expect to be able to perform to such an extent

......" Her brow suddenly furrowed slightly, and she thought secretly: