Simon looked down at his blood kin, who was sprawled on the ground.
Her once imposing figure, when standing, now looked no different from the rags scattered on the floor—a small, pathetic heap, both ugly and pitiful.
The Khajiit's Troll Soul, in extreme fury, evaporated into a distorted phantom, and under the resonance of demonic energy, even a real, illusory form appeared behind her.
Simon nodded to himself, 'Good, she's about to activate the bloodline magic from the Ancestor.
She needs to push harder.' Simon watched as the Khajiit Troll's form showed signs of retracting back to her original body, which was not good.
Without the Troll's regenerative ability, she would truly be dead.
He stepped on her left shoulder, crushing the bone.
The Khajiit let out a painful wail, sharp and frantic, and the Khajiit Troll Soul suddenly threw a punch at Simon, which he blocked with an upright palm.
"Not bad!" Simon felt the power with surprise; it was a real energy body, not a spiritual entity on the mental level.
Anyone could clearly see that the Khajiit Troll Soul was a white, hazy shadow, with surging reddish-brown demonic energy fluctuations on its surface.
The Khajiit Thief raised her head, her eyes fierce and cold.
"Very good, ignite the rage in your heart, hear its roar, the power surging from your body, from your soul.
Do not resist it, merge with your bestial nature, otherwise you will die."
The Khajiit Troll Soul swung its arm, launching a wild flurry of blows at Simon, like a hot, red whirlwind rushing towards him.
Simon laughed, scolding, "What, a stand-in attack? Flashy but useless!"
He threw out a series of fourteen punches, each creating a jar-sized air blast, shattering the Khajiit Troll's form.
The Khajiit Troll let out an unwilling, silent roar, turning into points of light and flying back to its main body.
Suddenly, a brilliant golden light emanated from the Thief on the ground.
A tuft of golden fur on her head rapidly spread across her entire body.
She felt an endless surge of physical strength, and her broken internal organs and bones immediately reset.
The golden Khajiit, with all fours on the ground, leaped up like a springing piece of wood, flying three feet high, then swung her claws.
Sharp nails, an inch long like small daggers, extended from the tips of the Khajiit's stubby fingers, striking towards Simon's eyes.
The sudden attack took less than half a second.
In the Khajiit's vision, everything was still.
She watched her opponent's frozen body, thinking he probably wouldn't have time to react to the lightning-fast assault.
The sharp claws got closer and closer to Simon's eyes—three eyeballs, three fingers, with tiny iron barbs at the fingertips, their cold glint like starlight hitting the retina.
The Khajiit heard her own breathing, steady and strong, her heart beating rapidly, and she felt the tremor as blood rushed into her skull.
'I'm going to win,' she whispered in her heart.
There was a venom sac in the iron barb at her fingertip, storing top-grade Garrin Root poison.
Under a certain amount of pressure, the venom sac would rupture, and the poison, along with fragments of the iron barb, would penetrate deep into the enemy's bloodstream.
This move was her trump card; the last time she used it, she directly killed Mercer, the traitor of the Thieves Guild.
In an instant, or perhaps less than an instant, the Khajiit saw a massive fist pass through the gap between her hands, engulfing her entire field of vision.
Bang—
The Khajiit's head cracked slightly, like a tomato bursting open from being roasted over coals.
Simon threw out the Five-Link Chain to bind the little Thief.
It was enough; since she had activated the high-speed regeneration bloodline magic, she was qualified to preserve her bloodline.
The Khajiit Thief fainted for a while, and when she opened her eyes again, she found herself captured once more, this time unable to move at all.
"Who exactly are you?" the Khajiit hissed, "Why do you also have the bloodline of a Troll?"
Simon blew on the blood on his knuckles, "You're from the Thieves Guild.
Didn't Kalia ever mention me to you?"
"You're Mr.
White Stone?" The Khajiit blinked.
She was in terrible pain, but affected by the paralysis spell, every inch of muscle in her torso stiffened, making it impossible to relax.
"Little cat, why are you here?"
"May I ask if you could release me first?"
Simon raised his hand, and the Five-Link Chain flew back into his palm, disappearing into the illusion of an epiphyllum.
"Don't you Khajiit always like to use your own names instead of 'I' when you speak?"
"For a Thief, a name is as precious as gold, hehe." The female Khajiit's body shrunk back.
"I didn't expect to meet you here, sir.
Kalia asked me to say hello to you."
"This is the room I booked; what 'chance encounter'!"
"I saw the umbrella on your back during the day.
Is that your instrument? It's truly amazing.
May I perhaps admire it?"
"For a law-abiding citizen, maintaining vigilance towards every Khajiit is a good virtue.
You little thieves should control yourselves... Tell me, how many Trolls are there now?"
"Hmm, quite a lot.
All the old members of our guild have joined this big family, hehe.
Although Lady Nocturnal is a bit displeased about this, we promise to always be loyal to her.
It's just a bit unfair to our dear Lord Hircine, ho ho ho."
Simon pouted, clapped his hands, and two wooden chairs rose from the ground.
"Please sit.
The night is still long; we can talk more."
"Amazing magic, you truly are a powerful... Patriarch." The female Khajiit, having forgotten her pain, showed intense greed when speaking, her eyes constantly sparkling.
"Reign in your wild nature, little cat.
Feel my bloodline with your heart; you still have a long way to go."
"Yes, that power just now was so captivating.
Can you tell me what other powerful moves are in this bloodline?" The female Khajiit smiled cheerfully, her eyes narrowed like a well-fed cat, making her seem endearing.
Khajiit, or Khajiit, are a very unique race.
Their appearance is closer to felines than humans.
According to them, they have over twenty different forms, depending on the moon phase at birth.
The Suthay-Raht, tall and slender, with cat heads and human bodies, are commonly seen and are as intelligent as ordinary people, considered representative of the Khajiit.
The Khajiit Thief in front of Simon was also a Suthay-Raht.
Judging by the color of her fur, she resembled an orange cat, but with a slender build, making her excellent material for a stealth agent.
After a fight, the Khajiit became much more obedient.
They chatted about various topics for a while.
Simon felt that the little cat was being evasive and uninteresting, so he proactively ended the meaningless conversation.
"Remember to give my regards to Kalia.
You may leave."
The Khajiit narrowed her eyes and grinned, "Don't worry, I'll definitely remember.
Is there anything else you'd like me to convey?"
"Other things don't matter, but I forbid you from consuming human flesh.
Tell all Trolls this: no using the Troll's power to harm human compatriots, whether Nords, Imperials, Bretons, or Elves, Orcs—it's all forbidden!"
The Khajiit tilted her head, "Otherwise?"
"There is no 'otherwise', and you don't need to know how I will reclaim this bloodline." With Simon's increasingly refined attunement skills, he now had the confidence to strip away the Troll Soul, and not long ago, he could completely strip away Serana's Vampire power, which was his opportunity to break the Revelation of the Divines.
"Oh, of course, of course, we'll meet again." The Khajiit chuckled, and the Nightingale cloak on her back suddenly swelled, enveloping her.
In a rich purple glow, the Thief turned into a puddle of black liquid, evaporating and disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Is this the favor of the Lady of Shadows? Wonderful shadow magic.
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