Chapter 107: Reunion and Tieflings

The next day.

Luo De successfully brought Tally and Vivian into the Perfect Crystal Ground.

Since the Tree Spirit had no access permit for this place, Luo De entered first to seek out the Wingcrystal clan’s Siti, and only brought it in after performing a spell to gain permission.

During this time, she gazed curiously at the crystal trees around her, as if unable to let them go.

Only when Luo De pulled her did she agree to move.

With the help of Siti’s mother, Fatima, they successfully granted the Tree Spirit the effect of a labyrinth access permit.

Much of this smooth success was due to the Tree Spirit’s reputation as a benevolent entity across the continent.

In truth, the fact that they were willing to let Tally enter was already a great favor to Luo De.

Then again.

The Wingcrystals could actually assign access permit effects according to their own will.

Presumably because of the magical altars within the Crystal Forest.

Before leaving, Fatima teased Luo De a couple more times, but he brushed it off with laughter.

The group entered the cave.

“Come to think of it, that elf lady hasn’t come here in a long time.”

Siti said, flying beside Luo De.

“She’s been busy lately, probably has no time.”

Kalist’s prideful nature made her deeply unwilling to rely on Luo De’s power to develop Willow Sand.

She is currently engaged in round-the-clock research and modification, and due to the witch Dimeya’s delayed return from gathering materials, her progress is limited.

So during this time, Luo De hasn’t seen her much at all.

“Oh, no wonder only that elf gentleman came out here with the monsters!”

Siti exclaimed in surprise.

Luo De froze.

Elf gentleman?

“Falsard?”

Facing the monster, Tally struck first.

A [Painful Lash], her spiritual energy coalescing into a whip, cracked through the air.

The low-class lizard monster let out a horrific scream, then exploded with a loud bang.

She dodged the explosion’s toxic spray with a blink, then slipped into Luo De’s arms.

“Master~ Am I not amazing~?”

[Painful Lash] is a spiritual technique that inflicts damage on both body and spirit, with added elemental effects and enhanced pain sensitivity.

A succubus skilled in this technique can kill an ogre with a single lash.

Similarly, this spiritual technique is also favored by those with particularly unusual tastes.

The Snow Hill Daily once reported a scandal: the socialite Maela Brana, active in high society, illegally used a demon-summoning ritual during a private ball, causing the deaths of five prominent figures including herself.

Maela’s cause of death was cardiac arrest from excessive use of [Painful Lash], commonly called “horse wind.”

“Amazing, amazing. Did Falsard come here?”

Luo De, half-ignoring Tally, asked Siti curiously.

This runaway elf, since their last parting when he helped him obtain the Shiying Town residence permit, had not been seen again.

Moreover,

He had repeatedly evaded Kalist’s astrological tracking, constantly wandering between Shiying Town and Stormwind City.

“Yes! He was here today too, went inside.”

“What a coincidence.”

Luo De couldn’t help but sigh.

He had no intention of telling Kalist; after all, he still held appreciation for this elf who defied elven customs.

The group pressed deeper.

The Tree Spirit and the succubus’s skill proficiency rose rapidly.

By now, the dwarf’s alchemical lamps had failed.

Siti used his newly learned Brightening Spell.

Thirty minutes later.

Luo De finally spotted Falsard’s figure.

The elf gentleman was not alone.

Ahead stood a man and a woman, both with curved goat-like horns and a scaled tail extending from their tailbones.

“Tieflings.”

Luo De, who had thoroughly studied [Research on Native Spiritual Techniques of Non-Human Races], was no longer the same man.

He could name more than two native spiritual techniques of these human descendants with demonic blood at will.

Tally stared in surprise at her master.

“That stupid book really has some merit—my simple-minded, naive master has even learned to recognize races now?”

She maintained the persona she adopted upon first entering the Perfect Crystal Ground: a conservative, haughty fallen noblewoman adventurer, speaking with a sharp, mocking tone.

At the front, the male tiefling named Prula used a fire variant of [Mage Hand].

A burning magical hand suddenly expanded, slapping the lizard monster away.

Flames clung to the monster’s body; no matter how desperately it writhed, it could not extinguish them, and finally exploded in resentment.

The toxic spray splashed onto him, but was entirely blocked by Falsard’s spell shield.

“Well done, Prula.”

The elf praised.

These two tieflings were only fourth-rank, with crude combat techniques, while Falsard had advanced to sixth-rank.

Clearly, he was acting as their instructor.

They soon noticed Luo De’s group behind them.

The male tiefling, Prula, stepped forward first, standing guard Jingti ly.

“Luo De! Is that you, Luo De?”

Falsard exclaimed in delight.

“You’ve become a teacher now, Falsard?”

Luo De walked over with a smile.

They exchanged a few casual words and introduced their companions.

“Did you know? Kalist is searching everywhere for you, saying she wants to take you back to Emerald Court, and now she’s even living in my forest.”

“I’m truly sorry to trouble you, Luo De, but I really can’t go back anymore...”

Falsard said with a look of deep apology.

“Don’t worry, I’ve always understood you—chasing your own will is the greatest ideal... I haven’t revealed a single word about you.”

“Thank you again. Kalist... isn’t good at speaking kindly. By the way, let me pay some rent for her—consider it a hush money for your silence.”

Saying this, he pulled out a small coin pouch from his spell satchel.

Inside, most of the coins were silver Alongs.

Luo De also noticed his robe was faintly turning blue.

This was a sign of overuse of [Dust-Cleansing Spell].

“No need. Actually, she’s helped me quite a bit in the forest. But you—she told me the Emerald Court might exile you, and when that happens, your magic will return entirely to nature.”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Luo De!”

Before he could finish, the male tiefling named Prula stepped forward.

He slammed his thin chest with force, his expression resolute.

“Even if Fals is exiled, I will take full responsibility for caring for him!”

Fals?

Why does that sound like a pet name?

Falsard’s face filled with warmth; he patted Prula’s shoulder, and subtly, affectionately pinched it.

“You’ve grown up.”

“Of course! Fals can rely on me as much as he wants!”

At that moment, Tally leaned close to Luo De’s ear.

Whispered: “They’re a couple.”

“Who and who?”

Given his experiences in Emerald City, he had witnessed the diversity among elves.

He had his own quiet suspicions.

“Obviously! The elf and the tiefling boy!”

“Don’t go saying nonsense.”

“Don’t you remember? The great Tally Lilith can sense all spiritual essences—and this elf gentleman’s body contains the spiritual essence of a tiefling!”

“.”

(End of chapter)