Chapter 35: Night and the Witch

By the time Luo De had collected all of the green liquid that melted magical energy, four hours had passed.

The proud elf would not lend a hand.

They could only make the mare serve as child labor.

When leaving the Flawless Crystal Ground, the three hesitated for a long while.

Because neither the elf nor Luo De knew any spells to conceal their forms, and outside the corrupted cave there were countless Wingcrystal folk and other races.

Her previous tight-fitting clothes had been made with plant magic, but the Flawless Crystal Ground contained nothing but crystal stones—no plants at all.

Kali Site ’s face was sour; she insisted on waiting until no one was outside before leaving.

But the races outside worked day and night—when would there ever be no one around?

In the end, Luo De lent her the [Guardian Veil], and while no one was paying attention, they slipped away secretly.

When they returned to the forest, it was already midnight.

Bond had fallen asleep on Luo De’s back.

Kali Site recreated her clothing.

“Give me back my shirt.”

He needed to deliver Bond to Xiao Ke—he couldn’t go around half-naked.

Kali Site held the short shirt, staring coldly at him.

“No.” After a moment of silence, she flatly refused, declaring she would burn it herself tonight.

Luo De naturally understood what she meant.

She thought he’d do something inappropriate with the shirt she’d worn.

“Who wants your dirty thing.”

Fortunately, Kali Site personally returned the mare to Xiao Ke’s dwelling, saving some trouble.

When Luo De returned to the forest ranger’s cabin.

The succubus, starving for a day, lunged at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and refusing to let go.

After frantic oral examinations, both were intoxicated by the effect of [Enchanting Fluids].

At that moment, Luo De suddenly realized.

His short shirt was damp with sweat—Kali Site had been in direct contact with it. Would she…

But after recalling, he found the elf had shown no reaction at all.

“Perhaps elves have high resistance.”

Before he could think more, Tally was overcome with passion, her eyes crimson, arms gripping him tightly as if trying to fuse every inch of her skin to his chest.

In the forest, the rhythm of life resumed once more.

“Damn succubus.”

Inside the treehouse.

Kali Site had changed into a relaxed outfit and sat cross-legged on the bed.

Her expression was cold.

She had been forced to break off her nightly natural communion.

The distant, unceasing screams and thuds from the forest kept echoing in her ears.

Compared to the past few days.

Today’s impact was especially strong.

Kali Site looked at the short shirt lying on the floor.

Suddenly, her heartbeat quickened.

Her lower abdomen tingled.

It felt as if countless ants crawled through her blood.

A vision flashed in her mind: the ranger’s cabin, the bed, the human’s face, the rapt succubus.

Suddenly, the succubus’s face became her own.

Kali Site ’s breathing grew heavier; she couldn’t help but pick up the shirt.

She held it close, gently inhaling its scent.

“Stinks.”

As if to match the cries from the forest.

She exhaled rapid, breathy, stifled gasps.

After taking a day off, Kali Site rejoined Bond’s practical training.

Both silently avoided mentioning the events in the mine the previous day.

The following days of training proceeded as usual.

Until the people from Shiying Town arrived.

“Good afternoon, Forest Ranger Luo De.”

She was a lady of elegant manners and impeccable etiquette.

About one meter sixty tall, wearing a tall magical hat and a dark formal gown with an impossibly high slit.

The upper half of the gown, lacking shoulder straps, was held up entirely by her enormous, nearly exposed breasts.

Golden metal rings adorned her neck and arms, engraved with complex magical inscriptions.

Luo De sensed she was a mage.

But her internal magical energy differed vastly from that of ordinary mages.

If mages like Falister were like fixed-shape rubber balls, this woman was an unstable cloud.

“Wow, a witch.”

Tally exclaimed from the side.

“A witch?”

“A new race formed from humans—they lose all internal organs upon awakening and become pure magical energy.”

The witch smiled at Tally.

“Yes, but we are still human.”

Tally returned a fake smile, then whispered to Luo De’s ear: “Whether witches qualify as a truly new race is still debated, but they themselves still consider themselves human.”

Luo De nodded and invited the witch inside.

After brief pleasantries.

Luo De learned the witch’s name was Dimiya, a sixth-rank beginner mage, summoned from Windstorm City by Shiying Town as reinforcements.

Dimiya sat on the sofa.

The gown’s extremely high slit immediately revealed her snow-white thighs.

She had thick, pale golden hair, dyed playfully pink at the ends, braided into a massive plait that hung down to her rounded buttocks.

Unlike her unusually mature and sensual body, Dimiya’s face was actually cute, with baby fat.

“First, I must thank you on Daphne’s behalf. I studied with that girl at Bahadur Magic Academy until the night I awakened at eleven—if not for you, I can’t imagine how devastated I would have been.”

Luo De remembered Daphne was about fifteen or sixteen.

She still looked like a youthful girl, yet Dimiya of the same age had grown so mature.

Truly, some drown while others starve.

Dimiya handed him a magic book.

“A small gift—please accept it.”

Luo De glanced at it.

“Research and Application of Spiritual Arts—Enhanced Macro-Arts”

He remembered this was the upgraded version of [Enhanced Micro-Arts].

His Spiritual Arts had already begun to lag behind.

Luo De accepted it without hesitation.

Dimiya then revealed her true purpose for coming here.

The Ruins Brotherhood had repeatedly launched attacks; after Shiying Town repelled them several times, the enemy’s strength had not weakened—it had grown stronger.

Shiying Town’s garrison was exhausted and had urgently summoned Dimiya from Windstorm City to launch a Jiaofei operation.

“So you want me to assist in wiping out the Brotherhood entirely?”

“Yes,” Dimiya nodded.

“The frontal assault will be handled by Shiying Town’s soldiers and myself. Mr. Luo De, you only need to coordinate with another unit to block their escape route.”

According to Windstorm City’s intelligence, Forest Ranger Luo De was a fifth-rank beginner warrior with a record of slaying a same-rank half-elf—this task was more than sufficient for him.

In truth, Dimiya had no intention of entrusting this ranger with any critical duty.

In her calculations, the escape route was the Brotherhood’s backup of a backup—its likelihood of use was extremely low.

Dimiya had only included him because of Daphne’s favor—just to let him share in the glory.

Perhaps she could eliminate the entire enemy force in the front-line battle anyway.

(End of Chapter)