Different from other upper-class protoss, he has a strong body and well-developed muscles. The most eye-catching thing is his light purple skin, especially his auburn hair, which is also mixed with a few strands of golden hair.

Ling had never seen hair of this color.

But like all upper-class protoss, he has a haughty look, especially when speaking to guards.

"Back off."

With the consul present, the soldier was eager to leave as soon as possible. He locked the prison door and strode away.

"Holy Templar Zeling." The upper-class protoss greeted her. Compared with the tone he spoke to the guard, his arrogant tone was much less: "You can definitely make yourself more comfortable."

"It's enough that Arize Ling brings me comfort. I don't need or want other things."

His expression changed subtly, but Zeling saw an almost regretful look on his face. She was shocked that he would react like this. She thought that all the upper-level stars had become the demon leader and Elshara.

minions, but this upper-class protoss made her feel that this might not be the case.

"Templar—" he began.

"You can call me Ze Ling." She interrupted suddenly, trying to be friendly to him: "Zeling."

"Ms. Zeling, I am Darema." The upper-level star spirit replied, and the last hint of arrogance in his voice disappeared: "The twentieth generation nobleman serving the planet El..."

"A very famous hereditary. You have reason to be proud of yourself."

"Yes, I am very proud." Darema said, but a shadow flashed across his face. "I should be proud." He added.

Zeling saw his opportunity. Dalema obviously wanted something from him.

"The upper-class stars have always been the respectable guardians of this kingdom, guarding their own people and the Well of Karanlin. I believe your ancestors will not be disappointed with your actions."

Another shadow passed over his face.

Darema suddenly glanced around.

"I came here to see if I want to persuade you to eat something, holy templar." He picked up the bowl on the ground and said, "I want to get you more, but they only allow me to bring these.

."

"Thank you, Darema, but I'm not hungry."

"Maybe someone has ill intentions towards you. But there will never be any poison here, Ms. Zeling. I can assure you." The neatly dressed upper-level star spirit said, then put one end of the spoon to his mouth and ate it.

He picked up some brown food in the bowl. He then made a face: "What I can't guarantee is the taste of the rice... I apologize to you for that. You should eat better."

She thought for a moment and decided to take a risk: "Okay. I'll eat."

The sphere then reacted and slowly fell to the ground. Dalema looked at the Templar intently. If Zeling hadn't already had a crush on him, she would have found that this upper-level protoss was very handsome. She had no idea about him.

I saw the dandy habits in other protoss.

Darema scooped up a full spoonful of rice and put it towards Zeling's mouth. When the spoon passed through the green barrier that surrounded her, the spoon gave off a faint flash of light.

"You have to lean forward," he said to her. "I can't put my hand through this sphere."

The Templar leaned forward. Darema was right, today's meal was indeed bland. But Zeling was very happy to have a meal.

Her hunger seemed to increase tenfold at once, but she still carefully concealed it, not wanting the other party to see it. This upper-class star spirit might be very sympathetic to her situation, but he still wanted to help the demon leader and Erza

To pull service.

After feeding him two spoonfuls of rice, he added: "As long as you stop resisting, everything will become much easier. Otherwise, they will eventually lose interest in you. If that happens, madam, I'm afraid you will be in trouble."

Less."

"I can't live up to the expectations of the god of civilization, but I still thank you for your concern for me. Darema. It makes me feel warm to meet someone like you in the palace."

He turned his head to the side: "There are other people like me here, but we know where we are and don't dare to talk nonsense."

After studying him for a long time, Zeling thought it was time to apply further pressure: "But your loyalty to the Queen is unquestionable."

The tall protos seemed to be offended. "Of course!" Then he calmed down a lot and continued: "But we are worried that her judgment is a bit abnormal now. We are very aware of the Well of Karanlin and the power contained in it.

But she turned a deaf ear to our words and listened to the opinions of foreigners. We gave up all our work just to bring the leader of the Burning Legion into this world! We have worked hard for many honors. I-"

He stopped abruptly, realizing that he had gone too far.

Dalema quietly fed her food again. Zeling said nothing, but she already understood what he meant. This upper-level star spirit came here more for himself. Dalema wanted to pour out the bitter water in his heart.

to relieve the feeling of inner restlessness.

Unknowingly, all the food in the bowl was eaten. Darema put the rice bowl back where it was. After a while, the Templar suddenly asked him: "Can I have some water?"

There was a small bag of water brought with the food, but like the food, Zeling had never touched the water bag. Darema quickly grabbed the water bag, opened the lid, and stretched it towards her, only to find that there was a gap between the two.

That barrier keeps the water bag out.

"Excuse me." He whispered, "I forgot about this thing."

The upper-level star spirit poured the water from the water bag into the bowl, and then fed her a spoonful like food. Zeling took two sips before speaking: "It must be weird to work with Harveys, after all.

They were once just like us. I have to admit they made me a little uneasy."

"They are all lucky ones. They have been promoted by Dideros's power and have become more suitable to serve him than us." A few words were spoken like a flowing stream, making the Templars think that Dalema had already repeated it.

Many times...maybe even when talking to myself.

"You weren't chosen?"

His eyes became much firmer. "I rejected it, but that proposal was very... attractive, but my first duty is to serve the Queen. I don't want to be one of those... them."

After saying that, he put the rice bowl and spoon aside casually. Zeling bit her lip, wondering if she had seen the wrong person. In any case, she had no other hope. Darema was her only hope.

"I must go now," said Darema. "I have stayed here too long."

"Looking forward to meeting you next time."

He shook his head vigorously. "I won't come again. No, absolutely not."

Dalema turned and walked away from her, but just as he was about to walk out of the prison door, the Templar spoke: "I am El's ear, Dalema. If you have something to say, I am willing to do it.

Your audience. I will never tell anyone else, you have to believe me."

The Protoss Archon looked back at her and said nothing, but Zeling could see that her words had infected him. After hesitating for a long time, Darema finally spoke: "I'll go back and see if I can bring you something next time."

Some more delicious meals, Ms. Zering."

"May El's blessings be with you, Darema."

He nodded quickly, then turned and left. Ze Ling listened to his footsteps and walked away slowly. She was ready to wait for the guards to come back to check her, but when the guards came back, they just acted as usual.

He stood outside the door and ignored him.

At this time, a smile appeared on Ze Ling's face for the first time since being captured.

For Kes, blood relationship is their most basic connection, and they must make an oath and be loyal to each other in order to become true warriors. To tarnish blood relationship is the most despicable crime imaginable.

At this moment, Brooks did such a thing of betraying his relatives and rebelling against others.

Brooks stared at Brooks with extremely disgusted eyes. He rarely looked at people with this kind of eyes. Even when facing demons, he would still show a minimum of respect, because no matter how evil and terrifying they were, at least they treated themselves
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