Chapter 386: Support and Records

Another dark elf from Coral Bay.

Rod narrowed his eyes slightly.

Dark elves are naturally skilled at disguise and infiltration.

In terms of warfare, compared to fierce and intense front-line battles, they often prefer small-scale guerrilla tactics.

This is related to their social structure.

The gloomy underground world belongs to a place where no one can be trusted; the dark elves' first deity, the Spider Queen Lolth, is a cruel existence who delights in creating chaos and pain, and even her own followers fall within her sphere of influence.

Thus, under the Spider Queen Lolth's instigation, the dark elves have been in constant civil strife for years, and have consequently split into various small factions.

At this time, a couple's team of about six to fifteen people, led by a certain female dark elf, is considered more trustworthy.

They are both members of the Silver Party and comrades who can entrust their lives to one another.

Shi Ying Town certainly knew this.

Since the last infiltration, they had intensified their surveillance and maintained a tight defense.

However, one can be a thief for a thousand days, but no one can guard against thieves for a thousand days.

The disguise of the person before him was such that even Rod only happened to see through it upon direct contact; how could anyone else manage it?

Watching the gap between this 'bard' Aiden and Humbert discussing the banquet hall details.

Rod remained calm and took a few steps backward.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced through the glass floor-to-ceiling windows and saw guests gradually entering the manor.

These people were fully dressed and wore magnificent attire; they were the majority of the management and financial support figures in Shi Ying Town.

Since this person was a dark elf in disguise, it made logical sense that Humbert would rather lose face than not invite everyone lavishly on this day.

Very likely.

The dark elves intended to sweep up everyone present at this engagement party, thereby plunging Shi Ying Town into chaos.

There probably won't be few dark elves lying in wait.

Rod quickly used 【Chain of Far Speech】 to notify the girl in the forest to come to support.

But she must not reveal herself immediately; she needs to hide in the shadows.

The intelligence provided by the dark elf defector Atticus had been fully organized, and Rod's plan to ambush Coral Bay with the city hall was ready to launch.

If his strength were exposed at this moment, Coral Bay would likely become alert.

At that time, the ambush plan would be difficult to execute.

The best course of action now is for Rod to eliminate the ambushes secretly while the enemy is still unaware.

But he cannot suddenly disappear.

The title of Ranger Rod is quite significant; he has disrupted several matters in Coral Bay. Presumably, if he remains within the sight of this 'Aiden', it might serve to relax their guard somewhat.

Tally's transformation and clone techniques happen to be perfect for this situation.

Once his mind was made up.

Rod did not hesitate; he took Tally and pretended to go to the restroom to tidy his appearance.

Chris's face stiffened, revealing a smile uglier than crying: "M-Master, I'm going too."

She had just heard 【Chain of Far Speech】 and naturally knew that the person before her was a master whom even her master had nearly failed to see through.

You two run off, leaving me alone here? I feel very insecure, you know!

Unaware of the situation, Dimia looked over, seeing Rod with his arm around Tally, who was disguised as a man, while the corner of his clothes was being held by a gorgeous Banshee with a look of 'reluctance' on her face.

Her expression immediately became strange, and she whispered:

"Hey! Rod. You two wouldn't be planning to do that in the restroom, would you? Show some consideration, this is someone else's engagement party."

Rod took the easy way out: "Sorry, sorry. I forgot to feed Tally today. Succubi go crazy when they're hungry; it's a real trouble. This guy Chris is jealous and insisted on coming along. Dimia, trouble you to keep an eye on her."

"I!"

Chris was speechless, could only shrug her shoulders, made a crying face, and said without emotion:

"Yes, yes! Master doesn't love me anymore. I'm jealous, wuwuwu."

"Good Chris, don't worry. Once we get back, I'll love you all night long, okay?"

Hearing this, her face stiffened again, revealing a very forced smile: "Th-Then that's really not necessary."

Rod laughed heartily, gave her face a loud kiss, and turned to leave with Tally.

Watching the man's departing back.

Dimia pressed her lips together.

She secretly pulled on Chris's arm, coughed lightly twice, and said:

"Chris, can you tell me... uh... just how it feels when you and Rod do that?"

No choice.

The novel needs material. Although Rod was willing to tell her some of his own feelings, the female perspective couldn't be expressed by him.

As a key reference subject for the Hero Orphiel, one must ask the girls associated with him.

Chris looked at her as if seeing a ghost:

"You..."

Dimia's face turned red with embarrassment under her gaze: "Don't misunderstand, I have no other intentions. I'm just curious, purely curious. Yes! It's a girl's curiosity; this is a conversation between girls."

Chris hesitated for a moment and decided to refuse this topic.

Don't look at me; although I commit fraud, extortion, and theft, I am actually a conservative good girl. I can't bring myself to talk about my bedroom affairs to others.

"Eh, Chris, don't you seem to be missing a necklace to accessorize?"

Dimia suddenly produced a necklace with a rose gold base and a pendant of a blooming diamond flower.

Chris was wearing a long dress of moonlight silk.

The fabric's standout quality was its fine, silky smoothness, carrying a lightness and suppleness like moonlight pouring down; the bodice used a close-fitting cut, overlaid with delicate lace or sheer gauze, tracing out the not-bad curves of the banshee's chest.

The skirt flowed smoothly outward from the waist, forming a wide, flowing skirt that perfectly balanced the fullness of the upper half.

This was the premium goods Chris had ordered at great expense, specifically set aside by her as her battle robe for running scams at rich people's banquet events.

And on her snow-white neck, it really was a bit plain.

No choice.

Every time that dog of an owner brought gifts, there was never any for her; last time she went to visit Vivian and Miss Xiao Ke's treehouse, damn it! The two of them had a whole box stuffed full of jewelry gifts, all sent by that dog of an owner!

Chris gave a small cough twice, took the necklace, and guiltily tossed the good girl's modesty to the ends of the earth:

"Actually there's not much to say. At the beginning he was still fairly gentle, would lean close to my ear and say some likable things, kiss my ear, nibble my earlobe and whatnot, his caressing motions were also very gentle, really like treating you as a treasure to be cherished. I have to admit, at that time it really was very comfortable."

As she spoke, she unconsciously recalled the scene of Rod buried against her body.

Phew—why is it a bit hot in this banquet hall?

Chris fanned her flushed cheeks with her hand.

"But hey! Not everyone has stamina as good as that slut of a succubus! Once that guy got on top he didn't care about anything, and his strength was absurdly huge; after pinning both my hands down it was like being locked in an iron vise.

If I struggled too hard, he'd forcibly order me to turn into a spirit body, wedging my waist into the wall—that was scary, completely unable to see what was going on behind, and at that point he'd get even more excited. Mm, it's nothing. That succubus is also a perverted freak; taking advantage of me being unable to move, she insisted I give her—ugh, I don't really want to talk about it."

"Nooo! Keep telling us!"

Dimia's eyes lit up, and she eagerly pulled out a little notebook to record her words one by one.

A while later.

Rod and Tally returned to the banquet hall, the two of them with slightly disheveled collars, looking exactly as if they had just finished the deed.

Chris had now contentedly put on the new necklace, her complexion rosy.

As for spilling every detail of what happened in bed because of it, that was all trivial; if she could keep selling it for money like this, she could give Dimia a different set every day—anyway, her own master had plenty of tricks.

As for the two people in front of her, she naturally knew they weren't the real ones.

(End of chapter)