Chapter 382 [Bonus chapter] Appraisal 2
"Alterhuman viscera and ritual blood." Fler'Gan interjected, too engrossed to realize how tense the tone of the conversation had gotten. His mouth tendrils wriggled in study as he stared at the bloody ss on dula's arms. "You are in the final stages of heart construction.
The design and far of the heart has already been conceptualized – you need only to fill it in with realm compatible flesh.
As I see now, it is Alterhuman flesh. The presence of ritual blood, a perfect alchemical mixture of your essence and mortal lifeblood, only proves this further. All that is left for you now is to begin the ritual to transfer your consciousness.
And a full heart? Not a simple shard? It seems you are looking for a permanent host."
"Ah, now here is an academic I can talk to," said dula, her body language easing up. "And one versed in the ritualistic arts, too. Sha you did not show yourself here earlier, Mind Eater. And a wonder you are still around. I thought the goddess purged ritualists quite thoroughly."
"Believe , demoness, I am here in spite of the goddess's efforts, not from a lack of them," said Fler'Gan.
"I can imagine." dula gave Fler'Gan an appraising, vaguely appreciative look, about as appreciative as her deadpan stare could muster. "Hounded on both sides by enforcers of the Elder Mind seeking to purge strays and paladins of the One Light. Quite troubleso."
"And yet here I am now. In pursuit of knowledge that never ends."
"Here you are," repeated dula. "And here I am, requesting a body such that I may finally leave this prison and continue my own search. How are we on that quest, Usurper?"
"Five days off. I trust that living a thousand years has given you the patience to wait that long, right?" said Aldrich.
"Of course, of course." dula flicked her wrists, and dinsional shimrs rippled about her arms, fading away the viscera and blood until they were spotless clean. "Now then, what do you wish from ? That is why you are here, no? To wish sothing of ? As if I am so genie?"
"More useful than the genie I have already," said Aldrich. "I need you to appraise that."
Fler'Gan held up the case.
"Fler'Gan will appraise it on his own, but I'd like a second opinion too," said Aldrich.
"And appraisals are not my specialty, even if, as a generalist, I do know a little of the field. I am sure a demon of knowledge such as you are capable of far more," said Fler'Gan.
"Flattery has long since ceased to work on ," said dula.
"I do wonder why," said Valera, pointedly. "Perhaps, maybe, your attitude draws little of them."
dula leered at Valera, the two won engaging in a locked horns staredown.
"Where's the Death Lord?" said Aldrich, defusing the situation. "I can usually sense her presence, even if she's not right here. But today, it's faint, if not nonexistant."
"In ditation," said dula. "As you know, Rella sustains a large portion of the Necropolis's magical energy needs. Every so often, l will take Rella's spot as conduit to alleviate her boredom and clear her mind. She says sitting in that swell of energy is like feeling the crash of a waterfall above the head.
Calming in a chaotic way.
In the anwhile, I as Curator oversee the operations of the Necropolis."
"So...Rella is out and about?" said Aldrich. He did not forget the last ti he t the demigoddess and her promise of a good ti that sounded all to much like a threat.
"Training, yes, so you do not need to place your worries upon her."
"Training?" Valera asked. "For what? You face no enemies here."
"The last we t, I recall your dear master issuing a potential threat against us," said dula. "And Rella is our greatest war power behind the Death Lord herself. I have seen so of this new ream of yours, Usurper, and I must say: if you believe it will stop Rella, you are sorely mistaken."
"Or you're severely underestimating it. I would have thought you the last person to make a judgent call before knowing how all the chips fell," said Aldrich.
Rella was strong, no doubt about it. At level 90 with boss tier stat multipliers and resistances, she was an absolute juggernaut of a physical powerhouse. Her necro-lightning could also probably threaten to one shot the vast majority of Alters and variants in the Alter world.
Suffice to say Rella was easily at the level of the high-end S class. Considering the magic she had, magic that nobody in the Alter world was used to, and she would be one of the most dangerous threats the world had ever seen.
However, the world was big and far more mysterious than Aldrich thought it once was. There were Alters or items with special, unique powers that could probably handle Rella in a roundabout way that did not involve matching her in brute force.
"I am simply bluffing, Usurper. Like you were. Do not think so hard about what I said," said dula. "The Death Lord has taken too much of a liking to you. She will not let Rella rampage about. Nor would I. She would destroy and leave nothing for to study."
"A liking, hm?" whispered Valera under her breath.
"Yes, a deep, carnal, burning liking," said dula, voice still deadpan, eyes dead serious. "She yearns for nothing more than to rip your master from your grasp and make him hers for all eternity."
Valera cracked a tooth with how hard she clenched her fangs.
dula, for once, laughed. "Ah, l was right. It is easy to tease you." She whirled around, her coat tails flapping behind her. "Co. I will teleport you all to my study. I can begin your appraisal there and finalize the details of my new incarnation."
"So it was a jest? About the Death Lord and my master?" said Valera as she and everyone else stepped behind dula.
"Who knows?" dula smiled ever so faintly before she snapped her fingers, and white light engulfed the group, teleporting them away.
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