Chapter 347 Senior Sister Valtore "Grows Out"

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Hearing Salvatore's narration, Annan also suddenly became interested.

"Is there a mystery that even Valtore-senpai hasn't solved?"

"Stop calling her 'Vatore', it's really weird...I feel like I've become a girl."

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

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

Annan said unceremoniously: "Aren't you just a Valtore launcher? I called the senior sister separately, obviously for your own good - otherwise, it would be Senior Sister Saar and her male pedestal."

"--Ah ha ha ha ha ha!"

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

A wave-like liquid shadow condensed on the side behind Salvatore.

A female demon head of sheer shadow with sharp horns sprouting from Salvatore's left shoulder.

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

Salvatore patted himself on the shoulder angrily.

The tar-like liquid shadow was immediately shot back—or it hid itself, and floated out from behind Salvatore's other shoulder.

"The body of this idiot, Sal, is so useless that it doesn't even deserve to be my body!"

Miss Shadow, who was named "Vatore" by Annan, laughed almost wildly without hesitation: "When encountering problems, this idiot can only beg me for help pitifully, Your Majesty!"

"You bastard, get out of here!"

Salvatore furiously patted Shadow on the back of the head.

But his ability to restrain the shadow has obviously become much weaker after advanced. It was like Salvatore's state after injecting the Philosopher's Stone.

Shadow ignored him completely.

On the contrary, there was a pure black devil's hand sticky like oil with protruding joints protruding from Salvatore's heart. After it left Salvatore's body, it quickly became dry... the texture was like dried beef jerky.

It completely disregarded Salvatore's "really holding" his arm——it stretched out his skinny devil's hand towards Annan. Salvatore's weak strength couldn't shake the demon's right arm, which was full of muscles.

It made his snapping sound more like weak coquetry.

And this move of the shadow made Victor, who stood behind Annan and Cafney, standing solemnly like a butler, narrowed his eyes slightly.

But Annan just signaled him that it doesn't matter.

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

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

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

Annan said warmly, "This hand... is there no problem?"

"--certainly!"

Shadow's hoarse voice with overlapping echoes sounded again.

This time it wasn't a new head emerging from Salvatore.

Instead, while retracting the whole head, in the palm of the right hand protruding from Salvatore's chest, the shadow opened a mouth with teeth: "You have the final say!"

As it spoke, the knuckles and joints of the right hand immediately 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 in the palm of my hand.

And as it shook hands with Annan, the entire upper body of "Vatore" floated out of Salvatore's chest cavity.

It was a demon made of pure darkness.

She has two curved horns, strong arms that are too long 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, the color faded to a pale gray—as if she had suddenly run out of ink.

And from the arm to the back, she also has about three or four parts of Salvatore's appearance, but an extremely feminine soft face, unnatural flakes of pure black long hair like tentacles... An unashamedly arrogant smile, slender shoulders, and a full chest that is directly exposed.

——The devil and the girl.

The two opposites are hatched into one in Salvatore.

"This is already the second meeting, my lord."

"Sister Valtore" 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 about your specific situation.

"After all, you are much more reliable than senior Saar."

"Of course hahahahahaha—"

"Senior Valtore" laughed triumphantly.

Salvatore cried and complained loudly: "Why are you so happy, Annan is just saying polite words!"

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

The shadow reached out to press the top of Salvatore's head, turned his head and pressed against his face, and said louder: "Quiet me, idiot! You are moving around and struggling, making it very difficult for me to come out Ah you idiot!"

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

Salvatore's voice became aggrieved.

But he really didn't continue to resist the existence of "Vatore".

"Vatore" was visibly relieved.

"keep quiet!"

She gave another order.

She appeared from Salvatore's body in a half-length posture, obviously it took a lot of effort-in terms of the value visible to the naked eye, it means that the "ink" on her body is gradually being consumed.

It's like gradually replacing the ink sac with a clean fountain pen.

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

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

She propped her overly long and ferocious left arm on the sofa beside her, shook her head to shake off the flaky long hair that seemed to be disguised with tentacles, and then continued to say to Annan: "Sarna All the idiots say is nonsense.

"He just made it so mysterious about Philip to show you that he didn't do nothing. He just used this method to elevate himself."

"Sister Valtore" first conducted a "self-criticism", and then explained: "Actually, we have already found out part of the results of the investigation... probably when he sent you a letter, but you haven't come yet." During 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 still hoarse and noisy. Rather, because the voice became clearer, the sharpness caused by the echo became more obvious.

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