Chapter 288: Visiting 2

Rod released his spiritual perception.

But the villa before him was like an airtight wall, blocking his spiritual sense from the outside.

His original perception was just average.

"A formation that hinders perception? Makes sense, after all, it's a mage's residence."

He pondered on the spot for a moment.

Rod still decided to go in and take a look.

Before coming, the old gentleman Humbert had mentioned someone had visited the witch Dimia here; he didn't think a patient needing rest would frequently change locations.

His left hand rested on the 【Trembling Soul Blade】, and 【Instant Unlock】 activated.

Crack—

The copper-brown Se De Hou Zhong wooden door made a crisp sound and slowly moved inward.

Another feat accomplished, Trembling Soul Staff.

Rod pushed the door open and immediately saw the alchemical lamps on the wall still lit.

It's broad daylight, and the villa's lighting is good too; who would turn on the lights for no reason?

"Something happened?"

He hurriedly stepped forward to search.

The villa had few rooms; he quickly found Sharon and Dimia in the master bedroom on the second floor.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

The two women lay curled up in one bed, sleeping face-to-face.

The room was very messy; various books, handwritten manuscripts, and stuffed toys were thrown everywhere.

"Shh!"

Sharon suddenly sat up and made a hushing gesture at him.

She must have discovered Rod's entry long ago, but simply hadn't made any big moves to avoid waking Dimia.

"What are you doing here?"

She spoke in a lowered voice.

While gently lifting the quilt, she stepped down from the bed.

At this moment, the canine girl wore a white short crop top, exposing a smooth abdomen with faint abs; the straps had slipped onto her arms, and with every movement, her chest bounced with elastic vigor.

Though not large, they were perky.

"I was worried about you."

Rod glanced downward.

He saw she wore tiny shorts, which looked a bit tight beneath her plump buttocks, outlining the peach-like curves.

And that right leg, covered in short, light fur, appeared longer while adding a touch of asymmetrical beauty.

A fluffy dog tail swayed back and forth behind her.

"Worried? So you just barged into a girl's private room? Inside there are two girls!"

She pushed Rod in displeasure; seeing him unmoved, his eyes still wandering over her body.

She swept a low kick at him.

"Get out, get out, get out! Don't disturb Dimia's rest!"

Rod stepped past her and looked at the witch on the bed.

He saw she had just turned over; the huge treasure chest on her chest heaved and surged beneath the thin quilt, even pinching a small part of the sheet directly.

Such unbound movement meant she wasn't wearing underwear.

"What are you two doing? Not even wearing clothes?"

Seeing his gaze drift toward her sister, Sharon hurriedly moved over to block it:

"What do you know? Girls sleeping together just don't wear clothes!"

Rod didn't stay long; she kicked him out of the room while pushing him.

The two changed locations, arriving at another room on the second floor.

"Dimia's condition is worse than I imagined."

Sharon sat in a chair, crossing her legs.

"Didn't finish it last night?"

"Not that fast; because of the 【Awakening Focus】's forced acceleration, Dimia's mana accumulation has been capped at the sixth tier. To break free from this phenomenon is no different from reconstructing the mana pathways in the human body. Even with the Corrupted Moon Seed, I need a few days to prepare. Moreover, my own Plague Domain isn't enough; I'll need your assistance then."

As she spoke, she realized Rod had been staring intently at her legs.

So she provocatively switched to crossing the other leg.

But this guy's gaze was too direct; Sharon herself felt embarrassed, her face turning slightly hot.

Rod was much more direct, pulling her to sit in his lap, his thigh feeling the warmth of the peach.

A reaction started.

"Don't... not here."

"What are you saying? No matter what, I wouldn't do this kind of thing in a friend's house, right?"

Rod laughed.

Sharon's somewhat shy face cooled down.

"... Are you asking for death?"

"Hahaha—"

The two played around for a while.

Back to the main topic.

"Speaking of which, what exactly is the use of the Corrupted Moon Seed? I actually never figured it out."

Rod asked.

This thing was in his spell satchel; even the Identification Art couldn't identify it.

Sharon leaned against him, placing his palm on her smooth thigh and idly fiddling with it.

"You can understand it as a divine artifact containing infinite regenerative energy, a realm that might truly achieve immortality."

"Wow... perhaps?"

"Yes, provided you know how to utilize the power within it to make the Corrupted Moon Seed truly take root and sprout. The Plague Botanical Garden could establish itself in the Field of Dread merely by using the energy leaking from it; you should know how formidable it is."

Rod, however, felt little sense of reality.

"So this divine artifact was just acquired by us like that."

"This is the importance of intelligence, my little Rod. Amel was indeed an extraordinary genius. If I hadn't happened to deconstruct his memories, I dare say he would be the only one on the continent who knew of the Corrupted Moon Seed's existence."

Indeed.

Even the Dark Elves didn't know; their goal had always been to seize the Field of Dread, never mentioning the Corrupted Moon Seed.

"Speaking of the Corrupted Moon Seed, it reminds me of the Spirit Seed. Is there any connection between the two?"

"Of course. Both involve life; the former focuses on 'Eternity,' while the latter emphasizes 'Growth'."

Sharon lifted his palm before her face, then bit down on it.

While grinding her teeth, she spoke indistinctly:

"The Spirit Seed is also a top-tier treasure. I originally intended to..."

"Are you a dog? I can't hear what you're saying."

"Haa—"

The girl pulled away from her saliva-covered palm. "I mean the Spirit Seed is also a top-tier treasure. I originally intended to use the Spirit Seed to solve the problem with Demia, but unfortunately, this thing is far too precious; it is simply priceless on the market. Out of necessity, I risked entering the Field of Dread."

She smiled wickedly again: "All in all, you, a mere sixth-ranker, did quite well, although I could have succeeded even without you."

Having said that, she bit his palm again, crunching and grinding her teeth.

Rod smiled.

He took a preservation magic box from his spell satchel and popped it open with a snap.

The aura of life and the spiritual nature of trees immediately surged forth, instantly filling the room.

Sharon's beautiful eyes widened instantly.

Her mouth, still chewing on his palm, didn't even have time to close, and drool dripped onto her own thigh.

"Spirit... Spirit Seeds? And there are five of them?!"

"If you had told me earlier, perhaps we wouldn't have had to take such a risk."

"Heaven knows you had these!!! You, a mere ranger, how could Vivian have given them to you? No, that's impossible; a single Tree Spirit could never produce as many as five Spirit Seeds! Unless... you went to hunt Tree Spirits? Bahadur and his gang did such things. Rod, although we have little connection, I must remind you that doing such things will absolutely lead to no good ending!"

Sharon grew serious, issuing a stern warning.

(End of this chapter)