Chapter 273: Hair

Luo De nodded.

He released the 【Slime Binding】.

The black fluid ropes retracted swiftly, reforming into a single slime that slithered back into Luo De's arm.

"Die!"

As soon as Sharon broke free, she hurled a fireball at him.

Luo De swatted it away.

The fireball slammed into the living room table and exploded into shards, sparks flying everywhere.

Seeing she was about to attack again,

Luo De had to remind her.

Sharon looked up, her face blazing red.

She tried to stand, but her legs and waist were too weak—she collapsed back onto the bed.

"Asshole!!"

"You piece of trash!"

Thinking of her lost virginity, Sharon couldn't hold back her tears.

But she was no longer the kind to cry easily.

She glared at Luo De with stubborn resentment, a single tear sliding down her cheek before she stopped it.

Luo De stopped his verbal taunts.

There was no choice—even if her personality had grown harsher, she was still on their side.

She was different from captives like Pan Ni or Amy.

After all, it was the old, polite little dog Sharon who had left a good impression on him—she personally guided him into the Magic Control League, warmly introduced him, and helped him take on suitable missions.

Even when faced with the possible arrival of Deputy Director Oana, she never backed down, standing firmly beside him.

Ah, if only life could remain as it was at first sight.

Luo De never withheld his affection.

He walked slowly over and sat on the edge of the bed.

His handsome face, paired with a tender, serious expression.

"Maybe I never said it before, but I actually liked you the moment we met. Do you remember? You were wearing those frameless glasses—you looked beautiful. Too bad you never wore them again."

"?"

Sharon frowned in confusion.

What are you talking about?

You were screwing a succubus right in front of me, and now you're saying you liked me back then?

Who are you trying to fool?

Logically, she knew that was true.

But looking at his handsome face, his sincere eyes, and the strange scent drifting into her nose, she couldn't help feeling he meant it.

"."

Seeing she didn't respond,

Luo De slowly reached out, gently traced her fingers, then clasped them tightly.

"I'm serious. I'll take responsibility. Marry me. We'll hold the wedding as soon as we return to the forest."

Of course, it was a lie.

There were so many girls in the forest—if he was going to marry, he'd marry them all at once. Marrying one by one would only breed jealousy.

Luo De had clearly seen Sharon's obsession with the plague, her deep determination to leave—he was just playing along!

He knew she'd never agree anyway.

Besides, he wanted to solidify their bond while the 【Charming Fluid】 was still active.

The obedience meter confirmed it—Sharon genuinely had some fondness for him.

"I—"

Luo De didn't wait for her to speak. He leaned in quickly, gripping her shoulders tightly.

"Trust me, Sharon. Let me care for you for the rest of your life. From now on, we'll be in the—"

Before he could finish,

"Fine. I'll marry you. Let's hold the wedding when we get back."

"?"

Luo De's expression slipped—he froze.

Huh?

Did I overdo it?

"Heh."

Sharon wore an "I knew it" smirk, her expression shifting from moved to smug.

"That old-fashioned trick might fool stupid girls in the forest, but you think it'll work on me?"

"Hahahaha—"

Luo De laughed awkwardly.

He gave up pretending and planted a loud kiss right on her cheek.

Ploop-ploop-ploop-ploop.

It sucked her cheek inward.

"Eek!"

She wiped away the saliva, flushed, and kicked him.

Luo De didn't dodge—he let her small foot press against his chest, then playfully pinched it.

Then he immediately changed the subject:

"Seriously, we need to deal with Amel's consciousness. Who knows what other cards he's hiding?"

Hearing this, Sharon grew serious and nodded.

"Let go. I need to change my pants."

"Your spell satchel was Amel's legacy—do you have spare clothes?"

"No."

"Use mine."

"."

Luo De thought for a moment, then pulled out a pair of linen shorts he wore for sleeping in summer.

Just now, while touching her feet, he'd noticed a texture like hair.

He suspected that "some dog-people naturally have short, light hair on certain body parts"—and now he saw it on her legs.

Sharon didn't seem to care.

She slipped into the bathroom.

She emerged much later.

The linen shorts were slightly too big, so she wore them like cropped pants.

Now, it was clear: her entire right leg was covered in very light, short golden hairs, looking like a sheer stocking, while her left leg remained smooth and snow-white.

Luo De's heart stirred slightly.

He pretended not to notice.

"Took you long enough."

Sharon sneered: "Cleaning out the crap you pumped inside."

"So, this leg of yours—?"

"Oh, natural."

"Why didn't I notice before?"

"Because it only grows up to the thigh. What's it to you?"

Up to the thigh?

A one-legged stocking?

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Sharon ignored him, using her Mage Hand to clear the living room furniture.

She pulled out a silver knife and glasses from her spell satchel, ready to begin the ritual engraving.

She put on her glasses, turned back calmly, and said: "Just so there's no misunderstanding—I wear glasses during ritual engraving anyway. It's not because you said I looked good."

"Alright, alright."

But the man's face wore a knowing smirk.

Sharon burst out laughing in annoyance, realizing explanations were useless—she cast a 【Black Veil】 to shield the area.

Luo De didn't mind.

He lay down on the pillow still faintly scented with Sharon's tears and sweat, and dozed off lightly.

This time, the consciousness purge went smoothly.

After Sharon spent nearly an hour engraving the complex ritual, combined with Luo De's 【Mirage Net】, Amel's consciousness within the memory core was finally purged clean.

He did not dare to slack off and spent a little more time checking for hidden traps.

Amel was ultimately a dead man; no matter how advanced his memory setup, its functionality could never match the original body—this time, there truly were no backup plans.

Only then did the current memory crisis finally end.

Still, Amel had truly disgusted Luo De.

"Did his memories contain any information about the locations and number of the other memories?"

The ritual this time demanded far more precision than imagined and consumed enormous energy.

Sharon slumped in the corner, her face filled with exhaustion.

The glasses had not been removed; they rested quietly on her nose.

"Unfortunately, no. The bastard deliberately erased this part of the memory, so none of the memories can know where the others are or how many there are."

(End of Chapter)