Chapter 71: Were You Peeking? (23)

Herbert rejected the other's invitation on the spot.

No matter how the other kept whispering in his ear like a bewitching siren song, he chose to completely ignore it.

He understood.

Anything that comes to you on its own is definitely nothing good!

Anyone who would invite him like this is most likely no good person either — there are no good people on this level to begin with.

It is no exaggeration to say that the two prisoners held in the lava hell are the very embodiment of the word "evil" among all the prisoners held here.

One is a demon who secretly incited and goaded the slaves, driving them to revolt when they were unprepared, ending in gruesome deaths.

The other is a fiend who plotted several royal bloodbaths, leading several kingdoms to their eventual ruin.

The former caused the direct deaths of at least over a hundred thousand slaves in bloody suppression, along with a large number of innocent civilians caught up and killed.

The latter plunged several kingdoms into turmoil, and over the course of more than ten years indirectly caused masses of commoners to be displaced, with likewise over a hundred thousand dying in the process.

Neither of these two is any good.

And the one who had just sent him that invitation was clearly that infamous fiend.

【Nobleblood Thorn】, 【The Instigator】, 【Blasphemous Whisper】 — Kreti

This fiend's favorite pastime was to bewitch persecuted nobles, goading them to raise blade and dagger against their own kin.

"The Lightless Night," "The Blood Wedding," "The Headsman's Festival"… these events that sound utterly mad were all orchestrated behind the scenes by her.

This is a very dangerous character!

Once he realized his strength was not yet enough to protect himself, Herbert chose to strengthen himself first before getting into any other messy business.

His sole purpose in coming here was to use the flames here to raise his own strength.

As for how to conquer, reform, and enlighten these characters, he would consider that later.

Although his eyes were now burning for the monster materials from these two, the old saying still held… you have to be alive to spend the money you earn.

When you're cornered, don't fantasize so much — staying alive is the priority.

However, now there was another problem.

"How am I supposed to set my whole body on fire?"

Herbert looked at his long boots, already burned to nothing in the high heat, and wiggled his toes resting unharmed in the lava.

Warm and rather comfortable.

"Yes, I'm fireproof, sure, but my clothes aren't… so do I have to strip naked and soak right in?"

It's not that he's shy — he's gone bare in the bathhouse with the old men plenty of times, skin against skin.

But the key point is, this isn't a bathhouse!

There are other spectators around!

Herbert frowned hesitantly, finally mustered his courage to take off his upper garment, placed his hand on his waistband, and was just about to keep going and take off his trousers when…

He suddenly realized something.

The voice that had been chattering nonstop, whispering and bewitching in his ear, had at some unknown point gone silent.

Hmm?

He turned his head thoughtfully toward the bronze fortress and said in a low voice:

"You were peeking just now, weren't you?"

No one answered.

Kreti refused to answer this offensive question.

And yet it was precisely this silence that proved a great deal.

Herbert's sturdy frame jolted, he clutched his upper body, and rebuked angrily: "That reaction — you really were peeking, weren't you!"

And after being questioned a second time, Kreti, who had been silent for a long while, finally responded.

A shout, vexed and utterly dumbfounded, rang out from within the bronze fortress.

Aaaaaah!!!

"Shut up! So noisy! I wasn't peeking at you!"

The fiend who delighted in ending noble bloodlines was now utterly furious, seriously suspecting this fellow had something wrong with his head…

What kind of decent person comes here and starts taking their clothes off!!?

No — why would I even look at you?

"What would I have to peek at!?"

"You're the one who stripped right in front of me!"

"Damn you! You… what!?"

"You filthy bastard! You! You — you put your trousers back on right now!!!"

"Stop taking anything else off!"

Herbert ultimately still made his way to the bronze fortress.

He came here for no other reason than mainly to explain to Kreti that he really wasn't a pervert.

Herbert nodded to the fiend who sat elegantly with her legs crossed atop the lava throne, and said softly: "Ms. Kreti, it's been a while — I never expected you to care so much about my flesh, I'm truly overwhelmed with trepidation."

At this, Kreti rolled her eyes, covered her forehead in exasperation, and said weakly: "…Go away! Why did you actually come over here."

This blood-soaked fiend possessed a stunningly beautiful face.

Her Bai Xi skin, so out of place against the surroundings, made her pitch-black long hair look all the deeper, from which a pair of sharp ram's horns emerged.

Her figure was as fiery as burning flames, a slender waist one could barely span with one hand, forming an extreme curve against her ample upper body and rounded hips.

A pair of purple eyes like bottomless mysterious vortices, brimming with cunning and allure — at this moment, only exasperation remained.

Especially after hearing Herbert's next line.

"But please don't misunderstand, I'm not trying to seduce you."

"... Sigh!"

Kreti was now regretting it.

Why had he taken the initiative to talk to this guy and invited the trouble over?

That's not right!

Back when he was following behind that old man, he had clearly looked very easy to bewitch!

How did he now become such a slippery, hard-to-deal-with scoundrel?

It's only been a few days!

"You may not know this, but I'm actually a Holy Knight of the Mingkuxiu Sect."

Herbert looked at Kreti's speechless expression with delight and said in all seriousness:

"The reason I did what I just did was that I wanted to use the lava terrain here to train my will and body."

His little speech was actually something he had prepared in advance.

The training methods in this world were bizarre and many; every school, every class, even every family had somewhat different training methods.

Some soaked themselves in ice water for long periods to suppress violent negative effects; some repeatedly poisoned themselves to raise their tolerance to toxins; some trained their ability to take a beating by being beaten over and over...

In short, it was a hundred flowers blooming — never mind the process, never mind how crazy it looked, as long as it worked, it was fine.

Among them, the Holy Knights of the Mingkuxiu Sect were a relatively extreme type, constantly tormenting themselves; the good brothers of the Mist Knights were a typical example of that bunch.

As for whether he was really a member of the Mingkuxiu Sect... who cared?

Who would come along and expose him?

Out in the world, your identity is whatever you say it is.

"So, regarding your peeping, I hope you can restrain yourself from now on and not do such things again..."

???

Kreti's head was full of question marks; he finally couldn't hold it in and loudly emphasized:

"I'll say it one last time... I didn't look!"

"I DIDN'T!!!"

There's another update at eight o'clock; I'll eat first and think about it.

Begging for monthly tickets — once we hit a thousand monthly tickets, I'll add two more updates!

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(End of chapter)