The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 347: Senior Vatore “grew up”

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After hearing Salvatore's narration, Annan suddenly became interested.

"Isn't there a mystery that even Sister Valtore hasn't solved yet?"

"Don't call her 'Vatore', it's really weird... I feel like I've turned into a girl."

Salvatore complained casually: "And what is the name of senior sister? Isn't she my shadow? We are obviously the same person..."

"Of course it's because, in most cases, Senior Valtore is much more reliable than you, Senior Sal."

Annan said unceremoniously: "Aren't you just a Vatore launcher? I call senior and senior separately, obviously for your own good - otherwise, it would be senior Sal and her male base. ”

"——Ahahahahaha!"

A hoarse, low, and imposing voice sounded from beside Salvatore.

A liquid shadow like waves condensed on the side behind Salvatore.

A female demon head made of pure shadow with sharp horns sprouted from Salvatore's left shoulder.

Hoarse, with a deep echo, a loud and neutral voice that reminded Annan of Shiro Ichigo, sounded from her mouth: "You are right, my majesty!"

Salvatore slapped himself on the shoulder angrily.

The tar-like liquid shadow was immediately shot back - or rather it hid back, and resurfaced from behind Salvatore's other shoulder.

"This idiot Thrall's body is so useless that it is not even worthy of being my body!"

Miss Shadow, who was named "Vatore" by Annan, did not hesitate to laugh almost wildly: "When encountering a problem, this idiot can only pathetically ask me for help, Your Majesty!"

"You bastard, get back here!"

Salvatore became angry and slapped Shadow on the back of the head.

But his ability to restrain shadows has obviously become much weaker after he advanced. It's like Salvatore's state after being injected with the Philosopher's Stone.

Shadow ignored him completely.

On the contrary, there was a pure black devil's hand that was as sticky as petroleum and had protruding joints, protruding from Salvatore's heart. After it separated from Salvatore's body, it quickly became dry... The texture was like air-dried beef jerky.

It completely ignored Salvatore's "really holding" his arm - instead, he stretched out his skinny demonic hand towards Annan. Salvatore's weak strength was unable to shake the demon's right arm, which was all muscle.

This made his harsh rebuke sound more like weak coquettishness.

The shadow's move made Victor, who stood behind Annan and Kafni, standing solemnly like a butler, narrow his eyes slightly.

But Annan just signaled that it didn't matter.

As Kafni released Annan, Annan stood up and tidied his somewhat messy hair.

Then he stretched out his left hand towards the devil.

"The Grand Duke's right hand must always hold the three-color scepter tightly."

Annan said warmly: "Is this hand... okay?"

"——Of course!"

Shadow’s hoarse voice with overlapping echoes sounded again.

It wasn't that a new head emerged from Salvatore this time.

But while his whole head retracted, a mouth with teeth opened in the palm of Shadow's right hand stretched out from Salvatore's chest: "You have the final say!"

As it spoke, 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 acted like a zipper, pulling itself back. And disappeared into the palm of my hand.

As it shook hands with Annan, the entire upper body of "Vatore" emerged from Salvatore's chest.

That is a demon made of pure darkness.

She has two curved horns, strong arms that are so long that they must be folded, solid black sclera... and scarlet vertical pupils.

This is undoubtedly inhumane.

Her entire arm was pure black, but as she approached her shoulders, the color gradually faded and turned into a light gray - as if she suddenly ran out of ink.

From her arms and back, she also has about three or four of Salvatore’s appearance features, but an extremely feminine and soft face, and unnaturally long pure black flakes like tentacles. Hair... an arrogant smile without any humility, slender shoulders, and a plump chest directly exposed.

——The devil and the girl.

The two completely opposites hatched into one in Salvatore.

"This is already the second time we meet, my lord."

"Senior Valtore" showed an unabashedly happy smile: "I like the name you gave me very much."

"As long as you like it...I guess you will come out."

Annan said gently: "So I want to ask you about your specific situation again.

"After all, you are much more reliable than Senior Sal."

"Of course it is, hahahahahaha——"

"Senior Valtore" laughed proudly.

Salvatore looked sad and complained loudly: "What are you so happy about? Annan is just saying polite words!"

"Idiot, this is called telling the truth! You can't understand it with your IQ!"

The shadow stretched out his hand to hold Salvatore's head, turned around and leaned against his face, and said louder: "Be quiet, idiot! You are moving around and struggling, let me come out and change." It’s very difficult, you idiot!”

"...This is obviously my body..."

Salvatore's voice became aggrieved. ~IndoMTL.com~ But he really did not continue to resist the existence of "Vatorre".

"Vatore" was obviously relieved.

"Keep quiet!"

She gave another instruction.

She appeared from Salvatore in a half-length posture, which obviously took a lot of effort - in terms of numerical values ​​visible to the naked eye, it was that the "ink" on her body was gradually being consumed.

It's like gradually removing the ink sac from a clean pen.

Starting from her shoulders, the dividing line between black and gray gradually moves forward - moving towards her arms.

This kind of position, where it got stuck halfway out of Salvatore's chest, was obviously not particularly comfortable.

" What that idiot Sal said is all nonsense.

"He just deliberately made the story about Philip so mysterious to show you that he didn't do nothing. He just used this method to promote himself."

"Senior Vatore" first conducted some "self-criticism" and then explained: "In fact, we have already investigated part of the results... probably when he sent you the letter, but you still During the days when I didn’t come.

"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 still hoarse and noisy. Rather, as the voice becomes clearer, the sharpness caused by the echo becomes more obvious.

"That is, they are all old men with one foot in the coffin!"