My Adventure Diary of Reincarnating as a Bad Woman

Noita urged impatiently: "Speak."

can not say.

The half-blood thought bitterly, a voice telling him not to reveal the secret, or he would die instantly. When he heard the secret, the vampires had actually discovered him, but out of disgust, they didn't kill him themselves. Instead, they cast a secrecy spell on him, making fun of him. If he revealed the information, he would die instantly.

But he was already on a one-way street, caught in a dilemma.

Noita's coercion is right in front of us.

"They build nests underground where the leaves are suitable for them to grow."

Huh? An unexpected bonus?

Noita wanted to ask more, but the next moment after the secret exit, a poison spread out from the half-blood as the center. It passed through the thin film of wind covering Noita's body and drilled deep into her flesh.

[You are exposed to the blood curse. The curse fails.]

"The Vicious Promise can mix poison into an oath, causing the poison to keep a secret. If a servant attempts to reveal the secret, it will poison both the servant and the person who attempted to steal it." The rat emerged from the sewage and said to Noita, "But if the Vicious Promise is used properly, it can also accomplish many things."

"See, your insatiable curiosity has brought this servant, one of my favorite toys, to his doom."

"Toy?"

"Yeah, isn't it interesting to watch a show where slaves survive underground and fight other slaves?"

The elder tree laughed and laughed at the slaves and Noita, sang the ballad of the cold plain, flew upwards, and disappeared in the bright light.

Its mockery did not shake Noita, but only increased his murderous intent. Arguing with those who talk nonsense is often ineffective. It is necessary to deliver a fatal blow to them when they are full of confidence, so as to put a satisfactory end to the incident.

But how could she not know that there were nests of drowning leaves growing underground? She had never heard of such a thing in her previous life.

Drowning leaves usually grow in sunny areas and require a sufficient amount of magic power and earth vein power to produce high-quality drowning leaves. If the cultivation nest is deep in the sewer, the unreasonable loss of earth vein power will definitely attract the attention of the guards and lead to destruction.

After thinking for a moment, Noita concluded that the half-blood information was false.

Noita continued to move deeper into the sewer. Several bats followed her openly, monitoring her from all angles. Even if this batch was destroyed, the next batch would soon replenish it.

The Mystic Eye, originally tasked with monitoring her, now followed from a distance. Its lifespan was limited, and it was only suited for covert observation. If its location were known, it would be easily destroyed, so it could only be used for long-range positioning. For close-range surveillance, cheap rats and bats were still used.

Noita knew this very well. She secretly recorded the number of observers and circled around in one place as if she was trapped by the complex terrain.

When they were about to pass the same complex intersection for the fourth time, Noita suddenly attacked. The wind blade destroyed most of the surveillance animals that he had been observing silently. At the same time, hormones were released from his body. A large number of insects induced and controlled by the hormones rushed out from the corners, pounced on the surviving mice in a riot, occupied every piece of ground, and made the surroundings untenable.

Noita walked lightly into the darkness, and the log showed no surveillance at this time.

She was free from surveillance, and the offensive and defensive situations changed.

Now it was her turn to take the high ground.

The blood servant complained, leading the blood-born hound to a chaotic intersection teeming with insects, and tasked it with tracking Noita. The hound, sniffing Noita's remaining traces, had been following docilely, but suddenly it circled and began chasing its tail. It was agitated, unusually excited. The blood servant tried to comfort the hound, but was instead bitten hard by it. In pain, he flung it away, only to find it unconscious and motionless where it had landed.

The blood servant went forward to investigate and was dismayed to find that the hound was dead.

He examined the corpse and found large bluish-gray marks under the hound's skin, which were signs of infection by putrefactive spores.

The blood servant checked the bitten part of his body in panic, but there was no sign of infection in the wound.

He punched himself a few times to quell his excitement, then contacted his master through the blood servant to report the situation here to Elder Wood, and explained the reason why he could not track him next.

"Corruption spores?"

Elder was also taken aback, suddenly feeling that Noita was even more difficult than expected. His confident poison attack had no effect. Noita was still full of energy, even able to use the poison to cause him trouble. Fortunately, she still knew nothing about him and the forces he was collaborating with.

The battle between spellcasters is a showdown between intelligence and resources. Now he has the advantage in intelligence and resources. As long as he plays steadily, he will definitely win.

"Just stay underground and don't come back. I suspect she's somewhere near you."

Give the blood servant an order to let him wander outside even until his death.

Elderberry raised his hand and pointed, unleashing his "Otherworldly Detection" technique.

This is a fifth-ring spell, and also the highest-ring spell he can currently cast. This spell allows it to seek advice and information from powerful beings in other worlds such as the Void Realm and the World Reflection.

After several minutes, the spell connected with the otherworldly being, and Elder asked, "Will my enemy go to the surface next?"

"do not know."

There are many possible answers from otherworldly beings. They can give truthful answers, or they can lie or make up stories. However, the latter two are generally only done by fairies.

The first question was wasted, but it was not a big problem. With his ability, he still had six chances to ask questions.

Elderberry continued, "Is she still suffering from the poison?"

"do not know."

Elderberry felt uneasy, but continued asking.

After the seven questions, Elderberry felt that there must be something wrong with Noita, because all the answers given by the alien being were "I don't know".

In the past, even those who predicted people of the same level or even slightly better than it did not get all the unknown answers, but now it happened to a first-level person.

What the hell is she?

Elderberry was rarely afraid, so he turned into a cloud of bats and flew away from his hiding place.

From the darkness and the sound of running water, it can be known that he is also in the sewer.

Noita hid in a corner, closed her eyes, and counted her breaths. When she opened them again, a sword appeared in her hand. Entering and exiting the gate and taking out the frost blade had consumed a third of her spiritual energy, but the power of the frost blade was enough to make up for the loss. She still had a quarter of her spiritual energy reserves.

The girl danced with her sword skillfully, and the sharp blade easily left deep marks on the wall.

The power of the Tao comes with it, making the frost blade even sharper.

Now that both sides are in the shadows, it’s time to look for the elder.

P.S. The next chapter will be late. I stayed up late watching the game last night and felt sleepy at work today. I took a nap during lunch break to recover.

Chapter 40 Why are you the second son?

The master walks on the path of spiritual glory, seeking upwardness and rationality.

The descriptions of wizards in legendary stories manipulating celestial phenomena, moving mountains, and sweeping armies into the abyss with a wave of their hands are impressive, but in fact, wizards are best at divination and prediction.

The sage always predicts the hero who will save everything, and always provides the protagonist with the right benefits at the right time. Although this is a dramatic narrative for the sake of fun, it also subtly reveals the strength of the mage in the field of prophecy.

Elder's profession is a branch of the Mage, the Blood Melter. This profession is based on the Path of Spiritual Radiance and supplemented by the Path of the Cup. It can use blood as a powerful medium to cast magic.

In battles with other professions, he can often achieve the greatest results at a small cost by flexibly using prophecy spells to gain intelligence advantages.

But today, he encountered the most incomprehensible thing in his life.

How could someone not be affected by the prophecy?

Now that he had lost Noita's position, his intelligence advantage was greatly weakened. Although he felt that he could easily defeat Noita with his own methods, even in a skirmish, it was best to retreat when he couldn't figure out the enemy's situation.

Dormant!

The cloud of bats went away.

Noita walked underground with a sword in hand, his fingertips pressing on the wall from time to time. This was an application of the Four Phases Mastery: Earth Phase. Through the vibrations of earth and rocks, he could sense movements in areas that were beyond the reach of vision. This application was good at detecting hidden objects.

She used the fork in the road where she escaped surveillance as the center, exploring the underground structure while searching for the enemy.

Soon, Noita found a wandering vampire, not very strong, just a blood servant. He crawled along the narrow pipe, as if he was going somewhere.

Noita watched him from a distance, thinking that this man might be a decoy.

Thanks to Elder's talkative nature, Noita had a general understanding of his character: arrogant, cunning, cruel, proud of his status, and not hesitant to waste his men's lives in exchange for victory.

He was undoubtedly a formidable foe, and he might be nearby, hoping to ambush her using the Blood Servant as bait.

This could be mixed news.

The good news is that if Elder wants to control the blood servant, he cannot be too far away from the blood servant in a straight line.

Vampires couldn't control their own kind from an infinite distance. A vampire progenitor could indeed control their offspring across multiple planes. But what was Elder? He was merely a second-tier professional, perhaps not even at the pinnacle of the second tier.

The bad news is that the wizard hiding in the dark is difficult to deal with. Without knowing the elderberry spell table, there is a small chance that she will be defeated.

After careful consideration, Noita finally decided to follow the blood servant.

He was crawling along a narrow and winding pipe. The pipe was only half a person's height, and people had to bend over to move around inside. The inner wall was clean and not dirty. It was obvious that someone was often responsible for cleaning here.

Passing through a long and narrow pipe, the blood servant came to an enclosed room.

It is fully equipped with food, clothing, various weapons and spellcasting materials. It is one of the many safe houses prepared by its owner.

The blood servant came here to replenish supplies. His master ordered him to stay underground and not return to the surface base for the time being, so he needed a place to hide and get supplies.

Noita hid in the shadows, observing the layout of the room and the blood servants' every move, his fingers always on the wall, sensing the surrounding structure.

When she had used the Four Phases Skill to investigate the building structure and discovered that there was no one-button collapse trap, she darted out of the pipe like a fish leaping out of water and removed the blood servant's limb joints and jaw in an instant.

The moves were smooth and flowing, and by the time the blood servant fell to the ground and realized what had happened, the attack was over.

The retreating Elder sensed the Blood Servant's defeat. He unhappily used the Blood Servant's eyes to observe the surroundings and suddenly discovered that this was his safe house.

A safe house is a safe house because it's exceptionally safe and hidden. His safe house lacks even a ventilation vent, connected to the outside world by a single pipe. Its walls, several meters thick, are indestructible even to the person itself. Trapped in this place, the only way to escape is through stone-passing magic.

As long as he guarded the only entrance and exit, Noita would have no way to escape, and he would then have another vampire bride. If he failed, the most he would suffer would be the loss of some body tissue.

The gap between the gain and the cost was so huge that Elderberry was tempted.

He decisively sent part of the bat group to the safe house, and the rest wandered outside, observing in secret.

Noita was not going to deal with the blood servant for the time being. She checked the items in the room and found that they were all expensive and high-end goods, and the weapons and poisons were also high-quality.

Noita opened the wardrobe and took out several pieces of clothing. She smelled a dry, cold, and astringent smell. They had not been used for a long time. Perhaps they had been locked in this place without sunlight since they were bought.

How pitiful.

Noita gave a short laugh and rummaged through her pockets, finding scattered coins of all kinds: gold, silver, and copper. However, one coin was noticeably heavier than the others. Drawing a torch to illuminate it, she saw it was a collector's coin. On the front was a half-closed door carved with laurel and flowing clouds, and on the back was a single eye reflecting the stars and moon.

First Memorial Poem: The Moon in the Shadow

When Creek Moon Land was still on earth, the Lord of Pale Colors created nine sets of commemorative gold coins in his kingdom, corresponding to the nine great paths. This is the Moon in Shadow, the moon that existed before, exists today, and will exist forever, the moon that never rises. It still dances in the eyes of the heavenly song.

[Offer this to the Lord of Pale Colors, and you may be rewarded.]

Something a bit ancient.

Noita put it in his pocket without hesitation and continued to check the rest of the place.

Soon, Noita found an anonymous check in the mezzanine of the multifunctional wooden table. With this check, he could withdraw one hundred gold coins from the Rock Bank. The issuer column was written with a difficult-to-pronounce name protected by a spell.

There is no point, the log can decipher the text.

Noita looked at the log and saw the translated name: Jerori Panchiu.

Seeing this name, Noita raised his eyebrows, as if he had known it for a long time, and as if he finally confirmed it, a hint of realization appeared on his face.

She recognized the name. He was Wingard's right-hand man, the executioner who helped Wingard maintain his underground transactions. However, people didn't know that he was Wingard's man.

It's really a narrow road for enemies to meet. After going around in circles, I finally returned to the Wenjiade Chamber of Commerce.

There was a muffled sound behind him, and the blood servant whose jaw was removed was forced to raise his head, and his chin hit the ground, and then it was put back to its original position.

He sneered and said, "It's really a haunting ghost. It can even chase us here."

From the tone of voice, Noita knew that he had been replaced, and the person controlling this body at this time was Elderberry.

Noita held the check between her fingers and looked down at the blood servant: "Don't you want to kill me? Now I have plundered one of your hiding places, why don't you show up?"

"It's just a shabby house, so what if I gave it to you? But you're already nearing death and don't even realize it." Elderberry sneered, "There's a road to heaven, but you don't take it. There's no door to hell, but you throw yourself into it. You dared to jump into the trap yourself. Heaven will forbid you from dying. I've blocked the air circulation inside and outside, so just wait for your death."

Elderberry chose the safe way to wear Noita out.

Noita scoffed in response to Elderberry's declaration of victory.

She showed the check and asked, "Why is there only one check in the safe house? Has the second son of the Jasmine family fallen on hard times?"

"Hey, if you go to my other safe houses, you will find more similar checks. They are proof of your human allegiance to us, the descendants of the bloodline."

Elderberry was complacent and still arrogant, but his words revealed that this was indeed given to him by Wingard or his subordinates, and there was a mutual interest between them.

"That's true."

Noita put down the check and sighed softly.

So its collaborator is really Wingard.

If I guessed wrong, then so be it. Anyway, Wingard is an enemy that must be eliminated.

Noita's eyes smiled as she whispered words that could truly wound Elder: "Then, Elder, why were you banished to the human realm instead of remaining in Leng to receive a fiefdom and inherit a territory? Unless there was a kinship connection in life, the order of vampire peers is not determined by kinship. It's based on strength. You are the second son, Elder. Ultimately, you are a second son without inheritance rights, a loser in the struggle, an exile. Your bloodline is far less noble than the eldest sons, and your strength is far inferior."

As soon as the words were spoken, Elderberry fell silent.