Aaron stared at Drolma.
That icy gaze was rather like Husky's "contempt of a king" whenever he kept his dog head calm and didn't stick out his tongue at random!
Drolma's expression changed slightly as she resentfully took two steps back. "Buddha Son?"
"When did drow elves beneath the earth learn to play pitiful?"
Aaron gave a cold laugh.
Drow elves were the race most adept at scheming. In every underground city and family, the power struggle surrounding the matron mother and eldest daughter always ranked first among dramas that never ended!
Trust a woman like that, and you were as good as dead!
The fact that she had clawed her way from the lowliest slave to become one of the foremost figures in the Consort Court said it all!
"Yes, drow elves... but ever since our god died, no other gods have been willing to shelter us..."
Drolma sighed softly.
Originally, the elves' chief god had to bear the heavy responsibility of protecting the elves. But the goddess they worshipped had murdered too many elven deities through deceit, and the two sides had long forged an irreconcilable hatred!
Later, after the Underdark was destroyed, the drow elves scattered in all directions. Many came to the surface and were captured as slaves.
This Drolma must have had a past too painful to revisit.
But that had nothing to do with Aaron.
What was more, she wielded the Peacock Demon Devouring Mantra, capable of consuming vast quantities of flesh and blood to turn it into her own strength. She was absolutely a black widow.
Any man who got too close to her was bound to meet no good end.
Seeing Aaron's expression, Drolma's face also became uncertain.
She had been captured as a slave and sent to the Consort Court. Given