Chapter 36: Bandit Suppression Mission Commission

Tally had now transformed into an adorable halfling maid, pouring a cup of water for each of them.

She then sat directly on Rod's lap.

Rod lifted her away.

"Please rest assured, Lady Dimia. As an official of Shi Ying Town, safeguarding the property security of the territory is one of my responsibilities."

He spoke a polite platitude, effectively accepting the task.

Although he lived long in the forest, he and Shi Ying Town were bound by the relationship of "if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold." Moreover, ultimately, he bore some responsibility for attracting the Ruin Brotherhood.

Dimia nodded with relief.

In fact, she noticed from the corner of her eye that Tally had changed form again.

The fat on her chest swelled out of thin air, pushing the maid's uniform high up and stretching a gap between the buttons that served multiple purposes.

The succubus threw herself into Rod's arms, two large Bai Tu squashed and deformed against his chest.

During this, she looked warily at Dimia.

This witch sighed silently in her heart.

She had long heard that the forest ranger of the Windwall Forest kept a succubus, and she had always thought it was merely a rumor.

After all, she had never heard of humans being able to win in that regard against a succubus.

"How much strength remains in a human Tier Five who has been ravaged by a succubus?"

Dimia said this silently in her heart.

She even began to suspect whether this forest ranger saving Young Lady Daphne was just a stroke of great luck.

"But we do not know their troop strength, do we?"

Rod raised his own question.

To rashly attack their stronghold would be like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth if the difference in strength was too great.

"No, Mr. Rod, we do know."

Dimia smiled, as if everything was within her calculations.

She continued: "The personnel structure of the Ruin Brotherhood is loose; it is naturally destined that they are a disorganized mob. Two days ago, we captured a halfling in Shi Ying Town who was disguised as a schoolchild and attempting to steal; this person is a member of the Ruin Brotherhood."

"From him, you learned their base, personnel structure, and troop strength?"

"Exactly so."

Rod felt something was odd and raised his question again.

"Do not overestimate them, Mr. Rod. I have dealt with the Ruin Brotherhood several times in Stormwind City. Except for their large numbers, they are left with nothing but the despicable, weak, and lowly nature of taking pride in betrayal; they collapse with a single strike."

Dimia shook her head, the contempt on her face obvious.

Rod could not say anything more, after all, the other party was the commander of this operation.

He then asked about the timing of the operation.

"Before the festival begins on the night of the Burning Moon Festival, I will set up a large number of magical illusions at the edge of the town to create the false impression that we are focusing our defense during the festival. In reality, the high-tier forces led by me will secretly raid their base."

"The Burning Moon Festival is a mix of fish and dragons; what if the enemy mixes into the town?"

"It does not matter. They fear the guardian array inside Shi Ying Town and would never dare to enter lightly."

The two discussed the details of the operation for a while.

Soon, Dimia took her leave, citing the late hour.

Before leaving, she instructed:

"The Burning Moon Festival is approaching, and the battle situation will be unclear at that time. Please, Mr. Rod"—she glanced at Tally—"rest and recuperate, and do not exhaust too much physical strength."

"Hah?" Tally said in a strange tone.

Without waiting for a response, a deep purple mist rose from Dimia's body, and she quickly vanished on the spot.

Outside the wooden house, moonlight filtered through layers of leaves, painting a faint red strange shape on the ground.

As the Burning Moon Festival approached, the moon moved to a specific orbit, its color gradually deepening; when the festival arrived, the moon would turn an orange-red like fire burning.

This is the day of blasphemy that the Night Elves detest, while in human mythology, this is because the exiled people on the moon are performing a ritual, hoping that the Primordial Clan far beyond the galaxy will accept them again.

"What's wrong? Can't bear to part?"

Seeing her master standing dazed outside the door, Tally said discontentedly.

"Thinking about something. What do you take me for?"

"A pestle that accepts both meat and vegetables."

After speaking, she hugged over, but was ruthlessly pushed away by Rod.

Tally was not discouraged; she transformed into Dimia's appearance and tucked her master's arm between her soft breasts.

"Master~ Don't you have the 【Whip of Pleasure】? How about we try it~"

She blew pink aphrodisiac fragrance onto Rod's face, her baby-fat face full of wet desire.

Rod fell silent for a moment, took out the whip, and lightly struck her.

"Ah~"

Tally's breathing grew heavier, a tear appeared on her dark dress, and the huge northern hemisphere revealed shook with a heart-stopping amplitude under her movements, like a water balloon.

A seductive smile played in her eyes and at the corners of her mouth.

Rod did not follow Dimia's advice.

Until the day of the Burning Moon Festival, Tally still ate her three meals a day to fullness.

However, perhaps because this fellow Tally had eaten too much recently, her demonic nature had slightly exposed itself.

In the most recent dinner, she even dared to secretly add ingredients to Rod's food.

Not only that, she seemed to have secretly learned a hypnosis spell; during the life interaction this morning, she actually attempted to hypnotize him, demanding that Rod could only interact with her for his entire life and treat her as his master.

Fortunately, due to long-term use of the Crystal Stomach, Rod's considerable mental resistance successfully exempted him from the hypnosis.

To teach Tally a lesson.

Rod decided to reduce his three daily meals to one, and even directly locked her inside his shadow.

Inside Shi Ying Town.

The Moon-Burning Festival has already begun.

Along the Central Avenue leading to City Hall, every shop extended onto the road, leaving only a narrow path.

In almost every corner, fabrics depicting the red moon could be seen.

On the bustling streets, men with red cloth strips tied to their arms were busily preparing for the grandest ceremony of the night.

Rod walked to the Central Plaza.

An open space was enclosed here, with red flags planted all around the huge tents.

This is the circus performance held every year, organized by the Shi Ying Town Performance Troupe returning from their travels.

On the outer edge of the tents, there was a game area, especially popular with children.

"What are you doing here again?"

Rod stood at the edge of the game area, watching Little Little Bangde running wild inside.

Not far away, Lady Kali stood upright.

"Miss Xiao Ke asked me to keep an eye on Little Little Bangde."

Half-Elves and Tree Spirits do not like crowded places.

After that night, Lady Kali burned her short shirt, and all memories scattered with the wind.

She did not want to have any further contact with this Forest Warden.

Yet, as a Teaching Spirit of the tribe, seeing such a promising seedling as Little Little Bangde, she could not help but step in to educate and guide him.

"Isn't I here?"

"Precisely because you are here, I am needed."

Rod always felt the Spirit's attitude toward him had grown slightly worse.

A few days ago, only Miss Xiao Ke would say such things.

Clouds drifted across the sky, and a rare shadow fell upon Little Little Bangde, who was playing until drenched in sweat.

"Where is Falshard? Any news of him?"

"No. He has been in the town all along, and his concealment spells have become increasingly skilled. He has always been like this; his talent only triggers when he is pushed to the limit."

"Let him go. What good result can come of this?" Rod laughed.

Lady Kali shook her head, her expression somewhat serious.

"The Elder Council still has patience now. If we drag it out much longer, I fear Falshard will be exiled because of this."

(End of this chapter)