The Righteous Player(s) - Chapter 822

[Chapter 347 Valtore-senpai “grows out”]

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Hearing Salvatore’s narration, Annan suddenly became interested.

“Is there a mystery that even Valtore-senpai didn’t solve?”

“Don’t call her ‘Vatore’, that’s really weird… I feel like I’ve become a girl.”

Salvatore complained casually: “And what is the name of the senpai? Isn’t she my shadow, obviously we are the same person…”

“Of course it’s because, in most cases, Vatore-senpai is much more reliable than you, Thrall-senpai.”

Annan said unceremoniously: “Aren’t you a Vatore launcher? I called Senior Sister, obviously, to be nice to you – otherwise, it would be Sister Saar and her male pedestal.”

“–Ah ha ha ha ha ha!”

A hoarse, low, imposing voice sounded from Salvatore’s side.

Liquid shadows like waves condensed behind Salvatore.

A female demon head of pure shadow with sharp horns grew from Salvatore’s left shoulder.

The hoarse voice with a deep echo reminded Annan of Bai Yihu’s loud and neutral voice, and it sounded from her mouth: “You are right, my majesty!”

Salvatore patted his shoulder in exasperation.

The tar-like liquid shadow was photographed back immediately—or rather, he ducked back and emerged from behind Salvatore’s shoulder again.

“Sal’s stupid body is so useless that it doesn’t even deserve to be my body!”

Miss Shadow, who was named “Vatore” by Annan, did not hesitate to laugh wildly: “When encountering problems, this idiot can only ask me for help pitifully, Your Majesty!”

“You bastard, go back to me!”

Salvatore slapped Shadow on the back of the head in annoyance.

However, his ability to restrain shadows has obviously become much weaker after he advanced.

Just like the state of Salvatore after injecting the Sage’s Stone.

Shadow ignored him completely.

Instead, there was a pure black demonic hand sticky like oil and protruding from the joints, protruding from Salvatore’s heart.

It dries up quickly after it leaves Salvatore’s body…the texture is like air-dried beef jerky.

It completely ignored Salvatore’s “really hugging” his arm – instead, it stuck out a thin demonic hand towards Annan.

Salvatore’s weak strength couldn’t shake the demon’s right arm, which was full of muscles.

This made his sharp rebuke sound more like a weak coquette.

The shadow’s action made Victor, who stood behind Annan and Kafney, standing solemnly like a housekeeper, narrow his eyes slightly.

But Annan just signaled to him that it didn’t matter.

As Kafney released Annan, Annan got up and straightened his messy hair a little.

Then, he stretched out his left hand towards the demon.

“The Archduke’s right hand must always hold the three-colored scepter.”

Annan said warmly, “This hand…isn’t there any problem?”

“–certainly!”

Shadow’s hoarse voice with overlapping echoes sounded again.

This time it wasn’t Salvatore that a new head emerged.

But while the whole head was retracted, a mouth with teeth opened at the palm of the right hand where the shadow protruded from Salvatore’s chest: “You have the final say!”

As it said, the knuckles and joints of the right hand suddenly reversed – from the right arm to the left arm in an instant.

The mouth in its palm suddenly pulled itself back like a zipper.

and disappeared into the palm of his hand.

And as it shook hands with Annan, the entire upper body of “Vatore” floated out of Salvatore’s chest.

It was a demon composed of pure darkness.

She had two curved horns, strong arms so long that they had to be folded, solid black sclera…and scarlet vertical pupils.

This is unquestionably inhuman.

Her entire arm was pure black, but as it approached her shoulders, it gradually faded into a faint gray—as if it had suddenly run out of ink.

And from the arm back, she also has about three or four Salvatore features, but an extremely feminine and soft face, and her long, pure black hair that is unnatural like tentacles… An unassuming and arrogant smile, slender shoulders, and a full chest that is directly exposed.

– Demons and Girls.

Two diametrically opposed, incubating in Salvatore as one.

“This is the second time we have met, my majesty.”

“Vatore-senpai” showed an undisguised happy smile: “I really like the name you gave me.”

“As long as you like it… I guess you’ll come out.”

Annan said gently: “So I want to ask you more about your specific situation.

“After all, you are much more reliable than Senior Thrall.”

“Of course that is hahahahaha-”

“Vatore-senpai” laughed proudly.

Salvatore grimaced and complained loudly, “What are you being happy about, Annan is just saying polite words!”

“Idiot, this is called a truth hypothesis! You can’t understand it with your IQ!”

Shadow stretched out his hand to hold Salvatore’s head, turned his head to his face, and said louder: “Be quiet, idiot! Your struggle to move around makes it difficult for me to come out. Ah you idiot!”

“…This is obviously my body…”

Salvatore’s voice became aggrieved.

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But he really did not continue to resist the existence of “Vatore”.

“Vatore” was clearly relieved.

“keep quiet!”

She ordered again.

She appeared from Salvatore in a half-length posture, obviously it took a lot more effort – in terms of the value visible to the naked eye, the “ink” on her body was gradually being consumed.

It’s like gradually removing the ink sac with a clean pen.

Starting from her shoulders, the dividing line between black and gray gradually moved forward—towards her arms.

This position of getting stuck halfway through Salvatore’s chest is obviously not particularly comfortable.

She propped her long, ferocious left arm on the sofa beside her, shook her head to loosen the piece of long hair that seemed to be disguised with tentacles, and continued to say to Annan: “Salna All the idiots say is nonsense.

“He made the Philip thing so mysterious just to show you that he didn’t do nothing. It’s just a way to elevate himself.”

“Sister Valtore” first made a “self-criticism”, and then explained: “Actually, we have already investigated some of the results… Probably when he sent you a letter, but you haven’t come yet. these days.

“Those nobles who surrendered to Prince Philip, the sweet-toothed fat man, actually have something in common.”

After she got out, her voice became less deep, but also hoarse and noisy.

Rather, as the sound became clearer, the sharpness caused by the echo became more pronounced.

“That is, they are all old men who stepped into the coffin with half a foot!”