Chapter 303: Contact Area

"Master?"

Yuna stared in surprise at her master, who had pulled her into his arms.

Is it that?

The girl's face burned hot.

But arachnid elves are the product of failed evolution—they lack the reproductive systems required for natural breeding.

Dark elves are a race that throws silver parties anytime; Yuna had seen them everywhere in her tribe.

But these were adult-only events, and as undeveloped little girls, if Yuna and her sister Euphie even appeared near the party, they'd be driven away.

Still, that didn't stop her from learning about it.

She clearly remembered once, while out playing with her sister Euphie, spotting a group of five males and one female in a certain pit.

It was truly pushing the body to its absolute limit.

Hmm.

Yes! Even without the reproductive systems needed for natural breeding, I can use other methods!

Without hesitation, her two small, jet-black, smooth hands plunged forcefully into Luo De's pants.

Luo De jolted in shock.

He nearly flung the arachnid elf out of his arms.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing her master's stunned expression, Yuna immediately realized she'd misunderstood.

Even her jet-black skin showed signs of reddening.

She lowered her head, feeling her skin burn and her scalp tingle.

She was so embarrassed she wanted to dig a hole and bury herself.

Of course!

Last night, Master lay on the same bed with two stunningly beautiful girls, yet made not the slightest move—his sole focus was healing them. That proves he's a true gentleman!

How could he possibly want anything to do with a disgusting arachnid elf like me?!

Especially now that she'd calmed down and noticed her body glowing with a faint green spiritual energy, her limbs tingling as her wounds healed rapidly—she was too ashamed to speak.

Luo De naturally felt the heat of the girl buried against his chest.

After a moment's thought, he explained: "My spiritual technique requires a certain degree of physical contact to work—I wanted you to regain mobility as soon as possible."

"Yes. Thank you, Master."

Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

Yuna, embarrassed, silently tried to pull her hands away.

But a large hand held her in place.

"?"

Her master's face wore an expression of solemn righteousness.

"Leave them be—it's still better to increase the contact area."

"Understood, Master."

Yuna, of course, understood—her face flushed as she buried it against his chest.

Luo De couldn't see her expression, only her now-silky white hair.

With each breath, a faint herbal scent drifted into his nose.

The feel of his hands around her back offered almost no flesh—just bone and thin skin.

This body, like her sister Euphie's, was severely malnourished.

In other words, it was in a state of depleted essence.

No wonder her hands were so tiny.

Fortunately, the Grassland's 【Green Vine Mutual Healing】 had a remarkably strong effect on her recovery.

After nearly an hour of treatment.

Yuna's overall vitality, spirit, and energy had improved significantly; though still thin, she now clearly radiated vitality and elasticity.

More importantly, her eight spider legs had regrown.

Throughout, her stomach had continuously growled with hunger.

With her essence replenished, her physical condition had recovered well—now, if she consumed sufficient nutritious food quickly, she'd return to peak physical condition immediately.

After feeding the succubus breakfast.

Luo De arrived at the mountain path defense line in Claw Valley.

Far away, he saw Pan Ni sitting cross-legged atop a rotting undead mammoth, arrogantly ordering it to crush any beast-infected patients crossing the line like popping beads.

Then, with a casual flick of her hand, she reanimated a relatively intact corpse, which immediately joined the undead legion and counterattacked the approaching beast-infected patients.

No wonder she was a necromancer.

In terms of troop conversion, no one could match them.

"Pan Ni."

"Ah, Master! Good morning!"

At the sound of her master's voice, Pan Ni's arrogance vanished instantly.

She cheerfully leapt down from the mammoth, deliberately loosening her collar before kneeling respectfully in greeting.

Her body swayed unsteadily in midair.

Luo De skillfully reached out to grab a handful, but there were still many windigos nearby—he'd just taste a little.

"How's the situation?"

"Report, Master: under my all-night defense, not a single beast-infected patient has breached the line! Even if one did, they wouldn't survive a single blow from me!"

The ghoul boasted.

Nearby, a tall windigo glanced at the braggart ghoul, hesitated a moment, then walked over.

He bowed to Luo De.

"Master Luo De, thank you again for finding our people a place to stand. Do you perhaps remember me? My name is Belkin—I was the minor chieftain who negotiated with you and Lady Demia."

Luo De nodded.

Didn't remember.

All your windigos look the same—who could possibly tell you apart?

The windigo Belkin clearly knew his people's appearance was hard to distinguish, so he didn't press the issue.

"Last night, twelve sixth-rank beast-infected patients launched a surprise attack, attempting to break through. Fortunately, with the assistance of Miss Pan Ni and Miss Chris, we repelled them—but they fought while retreating, quickly falling back into the Keshi Plains. We had no chance to kill them. Also, in the middle of the night, we saw a rescue spell flare up within the Keshi Plains."

Saying this, he pulled out a hand-drawn, simple map.

It depicted the general layout of Claw Valley, marked several possible attack routes, and indicated positions of assault and enemy retreat.

It was simple, yes—but clear enough, with key points well highlighted.

Quite reliable.

At least far more reliable than Pan Ni, who only boasted about her own exploits.

"I'll handle those six sixth-ranks. Where's Chris?"

Luo De extended his perception but found no trace of the banshee.

"Miss Chris… um, she went to rest."

He even saw an awkward expression on the windigo's antlered skull.

"Report! Miss Chris said three hours ago she was going to the toilet—and she hasn't returned! She's definitely slacking off!"

Pan Ni promptly snitched.

A undead going to the toilet? Who are you fooling?

Luo De sighed.

He used 【Far-Link Speech】 to notify the banshee.

【Luo De: Mountain defense line. If I don't see you within five minutes, you get a week in the dark room.】

【Chris: I-I'm coming right back!】

Three minutes later.

The banshee Chris rushed in from the distant haze.

"Where were you?"

"To the bathroom—sorry, Master, I was slacking off…"

She'd tried to lie, but the enslavement spell's command forced her to tell the truth.

"Come with me to the Keshi Plains."

"Huh?"

Luo De sneered, ignoring whether she agreed or not.

He activated the Crystal Swan's group flight technique.

The two instantly rose into the air.

Chris, terrified of heights, immediately solidified, grabbed Luo De, and curled into his arms, trembling.

Luo De feared she'd lose control of the flight technique in her panic, so he cupped her buttocks and pressed her firmly against his chest.

They flew toward the Keshi Plains.

This mission required eliminating the mid- to high-rank combatants among the beast-infected patients to prevent them from breaching the defense line.

As for seeking aid

We'll see—the truth is, he wouldn't mind bringing some people back to Shi Ying Town, after all, the witch Dimia had complained more than once about the town's shortage of hands.

(End of chapter)