The elven mage asked with a smile:
"You're a Dragonborn?"
Are you blind?
Kebola retorted.
"It seems so; their temperaments are indeed inherited."
No sooner had the elven mage finished speaking than a line of blood appeared on Kebola's neck, and then his entire head slid off from his neck, which had been slashed at an angle.
The next moment, Kebola entered the resurrection process.
The mage turned his head in astonishment to look at the elven assassin:
"So ruthless?"
"Because he insulted you."
The elven assassin answered without hesitation, only to see his companion shake his head:
"No, what I mean is, if you're too ruthless, he'll die quickly, he won't even feel it, and it won't serve any educational purpose."
"I'll be more careful next time."
"Next time, just use the dull knife and shave it little by little."
As everyone watched the two Short-Eared Elf sing in harmony, the elven mage then flicked his finger again, and Kebola came back to life.
At this moment, the dignified Marquis of the Eternal Domain was like a toy with a wind-up mechanism, his every move under the control of the two Short-Eared Elf.
As if waking from a dream, Kebola reached out in horror to touch his neck:
"My head, my head..."
"Don't worry, you're still alive."
The Short-Eared Elf bent down and asked:
"Are you willing to speak properly now?"
Kebola nodded hesitantly.
"Okay, I'll ask you a question—are you Dragonborn?"
"Yes."
Are you Dragonborn of the Amber Dragon?
"Yes."
Do you know what your master's name is?
"Have no idea."
Do you know his honorific title?
"I know, his title is: the controller of all matter, the eternal witness... the Supreme and mighty immortal king."
"Hmm, this old man is quite good at patting himself on the back."
The Short-Eared Elf offered a fair assessment:
"Was the Eternal Domain established by this Immortal King?"
"It was established by the Twin Kings together."
What was the other king's name?
"The manipulator of all souls..."
Tell me the last sentence.
"... King of Domination."
"As expected, it was those two shameless bastards. They're a den of snakes and rats, conspiring together in evil..."
The Short-Eared Elf cursed a couple more times and continued to ask:
"Then your Eternal Domain must have been established around eighty years ago, right?"
"How did you know?"
"Shouldn't there be many nobles, commoners, and serfs in the Eternal Domain?"
How did you know?
"There must be many heroic figures in the Eternal Domain who rarely make a move, whose whereabouts are unpredictable, but whose fame is widespread, right?"
How did you know?!
"Yes, how did you know?"
Upon hearing the Short-Eared Elf guess everything correctly, one player, like Kebola, voiced a sound of doubt.
The elven mage was speechless, while the assassin beside him remained expressionless.
He glanced at Collins and noticed that the old man was equally curious about it, seemingly unaware of the details.
That's a bit strange.
After thinking it over carefully, the Short-Eared Elf quickly understood the key to it.
He then looked at the Soul Returner, a kind of unhealthy smile on his face, as if his talkativeness had been stifled:
Do you want to know?
The five Soul Returner, their eyes sparkling with excitement, nodded hurriedly and simultaneously activated their vision recording function.
Perhaps because he hadn't seen anyone for so long, the elven mage seemed to have an unusually strong urge to confide in anyone.
He turned his head to look at the old city lord:
" Collins, do you want to know too?"
"Yes, sir, is there something wrong?"
"Um..."
The Short-Eared Elf looked him up and down and whispered:
I'm afraid your heart can't take it.
"My heart is mechanical."
"Then you can listen."
Without another word, the elven mage raised his hands, and everyone was enveloped in an invisible barrier.
"Don't worry, it's just soundproofed, they can't hear you."
He glanced at the guards on the city wall and said:
"The story is simple: the Immortal King is an Amber Dragon, King of Domination is a vampire."
"Serfs and commoners are Blood Corpse; elites and heroes are collectibles."
The elven mage casually uttered words that shocked both Kebola and Collins.
"No, that's impossible!"
The Dragonborn and the City Lord spoke at the same time.
Kebola shook his head vigorously:
How could His King of Domination be a vampire?
The elven mage scoffed and retorted:
"Marquis Kebola, do you remember where you were born? Do you remember your parents' names?"
Kebola nodded vigorously and said:
"Of course, I..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he began to convulse on the spot in full view of everyone, like an epileptic patient having a seizure.
As the convulsions intensified, Kebola died amidst the sound of bones cracking.
The radiance became restrained, the matter solidified, and the Short-Eared Elf accelerated the process once again.
He opened his eyes and looked at everyone, and everyone looked at him in turn.
Where were we?
"I asked the elven mage."
You asked me if I'm Dragonborn.
"So what did you say?"
I asked you if you are blind.
"It's okay, go play somewhere else."
The elven mage waved his hand, banishing Kebola from the soundproof barrier.
Despite the undeniable fact that he was being manipulated and Domination, Collins still found it hard to believe what he was hearing:
"I understand the logic, but it's really hard to accept—no matter how bad the relationship is, the Eternal Domain is always on the front line fighting against the Blood Corpse."
"That's inevitable."
The elven mage continued:
"Your Graycast Corridor needs Blood Corpse as the power source for the vehicles I'm on, and the Eternal Domain also needs Blood Corpse as a population supplement."
"Vampires have no other means of reproduction besides infection and assimilation, and the Eternal Domain needs fresh blood."
"So what do you think the two of them can do? They can only capture Blood Corpse, brainwash them, make them believe that they are human, and start living like humans in the Eternal Domain."
"But even Vanessa cannot Domination everything."
The elf looked at Kebola, who stood outside the barrier looking completely bewildered:
"Parents, children, blood ties—these are the hardest things to forget. Even if they are forgotten, deliberately mentioning them will trigger the restrictions left by Vanessa."
"He's a pitiful guy. He thought he was a human turned Dragonborn, but in reality, he's half Dragonborn and half vampire. The only thing he's connected to as a human is that he can speak human language."
"There are countless guys like this in the Eternal Domain; just thinking about it sends chills down my spine."
After hearing the Short-Eared Elf's explanation, many of the players' doubts were answered.
[ Do Some Farm Work ] pondered for a moment, then asked:
How do you two know so much about the Twin Kings?
"Hehe, you want to know my story?"
The elven mage immediately became interested, while the elven assassin on the side showed a helpless expression.
Seeing this, the monk explained to his companion:
"Oh dear, you have to understand me. You've been sleeping for the past eighty years, while I've been awake the whole time."