Chapter 146: Reassurance Pill

Lady Kali found an excuse to leave.

Rod wasn't a fool; he could more or less sense that something was off about her attitude.

Presumably, her self-positioning in the forest was simply to repay her life-debt.

Anyone with sense knows that elves, with their proud nature, simply can't be bothered to state their true purpose outright—even when it comes to repaying a debt.

The way she repays is also very simple: she leverages her greatest advantage to assist Rod on the magical front.

Now she hears that Rod has brought back a woman in the same role to replace her.

Anyone would feel uncomfortable.

But given the elf's proud nature, if she were to say these things to his face, there's no telling if she might fly into a rage out of embarrassment.

"I'm just a forest ranger—why am I also responsible for handling your emotional issues?"

Rod shook his head.

He couldn't help but think again of Pan Ni's overly anxious state lately.

"Being so plagued by fear of loss and gain is no good thing."

The ghoul is still in her Dai Zuiligong period, but completely ignoring her feels a bit lacking in responsibility.

And this kind of emotional problem is precisely what the Nu Yi Zhou cannot solve.

Fine, then.

It's time to give Pan Ni a reassurance pill.

Later that evening.

Under the tutelage of the zombie Selina's records, Rod carried out three complete succubus-feeding tutorials.

They were fed from three different positions.

Funny when you think about it.

All three parts of a succubus lead straight to the stomach.

No matter which side, she can eat her fill.

Selina was a little girl before entering the demon's nest and has absolutely no concept of such things; she's currently in a state of frantic study.

Rod has no interest in a withered zombie.

But Tally is different—her desire to try everything with her master hasn't changed one bit.

So she began teaching Selina various techniques and the locations of sensitive spots.

Rod couldn't be bothered with her.

Taking advantage of the night, he made his way to Henry's Farm.

The farm originally had two wooden cabins.

One was burned down during the halfling Ari's attack; the other survived the disaster.

The banshee Chris and the ghoul Pan Ni lived here.

Originally, Pan Ni lived in the dirt.

But she worried she'd smell of earth, afraid her master wouldn't like it.

Rod spread out his senses and easily detected Pan Ni's presence in the master bedroom on the second floor.

He picked up the latest edition of the Snow Hill Evening News from beside the door frame while sneaking in through the window into the master bedroom.

"Who's there!"

Rod hadn't muffled his footsteps, nor was he particularly skilled at it.

He was spotted by Pan Ni in an instant.

At that moment, she was combing her hair by candlelight, wrapped tightly in a sleeping robe, with two large mounds prominently displayed on her chest.

If not for her deathly pale face and her dim, terrifying pupils, anyone would have taken her for a beautiful woman.

"M-Master."

Seeing it was Rod, she immediately became anxious.

She was about to drop to her knees right away.

"Don't dirty your clothes." Rod steadied her, his voice gentle.

Speaking of which.

During the day she often wore that thin white dress, but at night she'd put on a human sleeping robe—why was that?

"Master, did you come so late because you want to punish me for losing the farm money?"

She said with a mournful face.

"No, I've already punished you."

Rod helped the ghoul sit on the edge of the bed together. "I'm here to give you a reassurance pill."

"A reassurance pill?"

The other was baffled.

So he simply changed the subject.

"By the way, how's your festering wound coming along?"

"Oh, Lady Kali made me a restorative salve. I apply it every night, and the condition has improved a lot."

"She made that too? Did you ask her for it?"

"No. One day Lady Kali spotted me studying transformation magic, so we chatted for a bit. A few days later, she sent me the salve."

Rod's expression turned a bit odd.

Although he knew elves were cold on the outside but warm on the inside, he hadn't expected such a proactive side from her.

Yet toward me, her life-saver, she's all cold words and a sour face.

"Where's the salve? Let me apply it for you."

Pan Ni's body stiffened, only now realizing what her master was about to do.

She frantically rummaged through her spell pouch and pulled out a pile of things, but couldn't find the salve anywhere.

In the end, it was Rod who, with his sharp eyes, spotted a small round wooden box.

Click—it popped open.

Officially starting to apply it.

Crisp and clean.

Pan Ni was clearly a mature woman, yet right now she was oddly timid, constantly sneaking glances at Rod's face.

Gradually, the collar of her nightgown slipped down to her arm.

She leaned against the bedside as if drunk, eyes slightly hazy, languid and boneless.

A bewitching musk spread through the entire room.

Rod pried her lips apart.

Mm.

Perhaps because she'd switched to eating raw meat and no longer rotting flesh, it wasn't stinky anymore, but carried a faint grassy fragrance instead.

Pan Ni must have made quite a few preparations for this moment.

"D-don't, Master, Chris is still on the first floor."

The cabin had terrible soundproofing; even footsteps above could be easily heard.

"How do you know she isn't enjoying it?"

At this moment.

The banshee who had floated up to the ceiling and pressed her ear against it to listen cursed as she flew back down, hugging a pillow over her ears.

"You need to be more proactive, Pan Ni. I prefer to be passive."

Rod stripped naked and lay on the bed.

One hand tucked behind his head.

The other hand opened the latest issue of the Snow Hill Evening News, reading the newest chapter of 'The Carnivorous Hero' written by the witch Dimia.

To motivate her enthusiasm, he said:

"The degree of your effort will be taken as whether you earn my forgiveness, Pan Ni."

Hearing this, the ghoul quietly steadied herself.

"No need, just like that."

". Oh."

Then.

The educational training began.

"Mm."

She let out a muffled groan.

Then, as if releasing pressure that had built up for a long time.

She nearly lost consciousness.

"So this is what being a ghoul feels like."

Rod was slightly disappointed.

After all, a ghoul is still a corpse, isn't she.

Pan Ni herself seemed to be having quite a good time.

Rod felt it out while reading the paper.

A piece of news caught his attention.

【Night of Destruction: The volcano of the Twilight Range awakens, shadows shroud the entire realm】

The incident occurred two days ago.

The volcanic eruption not only directly caused massive casualties and property damage, but also had a profound impact on the ecological environment of the local area and the entire continent.

After all, volcanic ash would blanket the land, directly causing widespread crop failure.

The Demon Control Federation stepped in to investigate and quickly reached a conclusion—traces of magical power found deep underground revealed fluctuations of Infernal sorcery.

Therefore, the matter is currently classified as being directly related to the demons of the underground Infernum.

"I recall the Twilight Range is in a human country called Kava to the south. The monsoon winds from the southern sea will blow the volcanic ash across the entire continent—how many more will die by then."

"Sorry. Master."

Pan Ni straightened her back.

She had only one thought in her mind.

Definitely. Definitely must let Master go away fully satisfied!

Then Master would come for a second, third, fourth night raid—countless times!

(End of this chapter)