Chapter 150: Naulin

Luo De wasn't in a hurry to return to town.

He arrived beside the small cutting maze in the Sand Willow District.

He informed Naulin of this and warned her to be wary of what the Nagas might do to the Sand Tornado of 【Dark Vortex Rift】.

Though rationally he didn't believe these guys would risk meddling with the Sand Tornado.

But from his conversation with Pete, he knew this was a race with slightly broken minds.

Still, it wouldn't hurt to stay on guard.

"Master…"

Naulin called out to Luo De as he turned to leave.

"What is it?"

"Can you stay and chat with Naulin a little longer?"

"Later—the town still has matters to attend to."

"Wu wu wu…"

Luo De sighed.

He still had a soft heart.

He leapt into the Death Desert and patted the young dragon spirit's head.

He rubbed her dragon horns.

"Does Master not like Naulin anymore?"

"No way—I like Naulin very much."

"More than the Succubus Lady and the Elf Lady?"

Luo De caught a glimpse of the witch Demia turning away behind him, deliberately avoiding their conversation.

He said: "Among everyone, I like you the most."

Mm.

In any private moment, if any woman asked him this question, he'd give the same answer.

"Hehe…"

Naulin giggled, then added: "But you can't like Naulin too much—what if the other sisters get jealous?"

"I won't like you much soon—I haven't even trained you yet."

"Huh? Why like that!"

Naulin, Bufuqi, temporarily solidified her body.

She grabbed Luo De's hand and pressed it against her small chest, her blushing, adorable face beaming with triumph.

"H-how's this! It's a gift for Master!"

"Remember, Naulin—I like girls with big chests, slim waists, and long legs. Keep that in mind when forming your dragon body."

"Eh—"

The dragon spirit's face instantly fell.

She seemed to remember something and added: "Master, speaking of forming a dragon body—Naulin is missing several crucial materials. Could Master help me?"

"Of course. What materials?"

"Not real-world materials—things unique to other dimensional spaces."

Other dimensional spaces?

Last time in the Fear Field, he provoked a bone dragon and now must pay tribute weekly.

But then again.

Naulin's title of "Ten-Thousand-Year Vengeful Dragon" is too renowned—helping her form her dragon body would greatly boost my combat power as her master.

It's at least a good thing.

Besides, with my mental resistance, wandering through dimensions safely isn't an issue.

Luo De agreed.

"Wonderful! I'll notify Master once I'm ready!"

He bid farewell to the dragon spirit Naulin.

On the way back with the witch Demia.

"Mr. Luo De… you're truly affectionate."

"How does that compare to the carnivorous warrior Ophir?"

Luo De teased.

Demia fell silent, stammering unable to utter a word.

"I read the latest chapter last night—where Ophir cast a spell to turn the imperial prince into a female cat-person during his coronation. You really know how to play—what's next?"

The witch sniffed and retorted:

"Ophir will impersonate the new king, and during the council meeting, the female cat-person king will… will give Ophir something under the table."

"."

Luo De clearly understood her sarcasm and teasing.

It was clearly about Tally eating breakfast under his desk today.

"You saw that?"

"…Later, Miss Tally probably relaxed her shadow spell, so I sensed the magical fluctuation."

Luo De cleared his throat.

He immediately changed the subject.

He asked why Windstorm City dared to trade with the land Nagas—those half-human, half-snake creatures were born to break promises.

"Of course—it's cash before goods, plus collateral."

Demia was eager to skip this topic.

"Most Nagas worship an ancestor named 'Lamia'—note, this isn't a fictional deity, but a real ancient Naga. In modern times, various Naga lineages have each obtained a portion of Lamia's body—these are called their 'holy relics.' This group mortgaged their holy relic."

So that's how it is.

No wonder they dared to trade despite the Nagas' terrible reputation.

The two returned to the small town afterward.

Until around seven or eight at night, the retreating group from Coral Bay arrived in haste.

Compared to the bustling arrival of the land Nagas, this group was noticeably quiet.

Five or six carriages, plus a battered, demoralized, and dusty army.

Few residents lined the streets to watch.

But then again.

For the residents of Shi Ying Town,

half-human, half-snake Nagas were far more captivating than human nobles.

Perhaps that's exactly what they intended.

Defeat. Humiliation.

These words look bad no matter who they're applied to.

So they chose to enter town at night—perhaps to preserve their noble dignity.

Luo De still chose to observe from the side.

One reason was vigilance against sudden incidents; another was his lack of trust in outsiders.

The situation outside Shi Ying Town was too complex—someone might slip in disguised.

Unlike the Nagas.

They returned directly to the Death Desert and had no contact with town affairs.

This group would live inside the town for real.

"I should've brought Xiao Ke."

The half-deer Xiao Ke's 【Time Echo】 could detect past traces—even if someone had ill intent, he'd notice.

As he thought this,

the five committee members greeting the carriages into the inn let out a cry.

"Lord Fried?!"

He was a middle-aged, refined man with golden hair, dressed in fine brocade robes.

Demia frowned slightly and explained beside him:

"Fried Argyle, administrator of Coral Bay. We assumed he'd head straight to Windstorm City, but he came here first."

"Any problem?"

"Hard to say—Shi Ying Town is much closer than Windstorm City. Maybe he wants to be under the Guardian Array's protection sooner."

If Windstorm City was a Level One region,

Coral Bay, Shi Ying Town, and other nearby medium and small settlements were all secondary regions under Windstorm City.

Shi Ying Town, situated on the edge of the Death Desert, was the only secondary region with a Guardian Array.

Before everyone could recover from the shock,

the elderly gentleman Humbert let out another cry.

This old man was usually composed—he'd never made such an undignified sound before.

Luo De turned to look at the sound.

From the carriage of Fried Argyle stepped a young woman.

She was an ordinary peasant woman, with plain features and rough skin, no makeup, her neatly combed hair still slightly disheveled.

The luxurious gown she wore did not suit her, instead giving off a somewhat absurd air.

Luo De saw the elderly gentleman Humbert's hands trembling slightly as he faced her.

"Humbert, correctly speaking, I should call you father," the woman said.

The woman said.

At these words, the elderly gentleman Humbert burst into tears.

(End of Chapter)