Chapter 414: Captured

What are the Land Naga of Jing Mo doing here?

And moreover, even the highest-ranking Naga Priestess of their clan has come in person.

Rod's first thought was that they had received a big commission.

Given the greedy nature of the Land Naga, who do nothing without profit, only such a case would explain this situation.

Wealth moves the human heart, and it can move the Naga heart even more.

Combining this with the recent upheaval at Axe Beach.

Rod's intuition told him that their target here might be related to it.

As for whether it could be that their Naga Palace in Jing Mo has rebelled again, or some major problem has arisen?

That should not be the case.

Every month, the Land Naga Eve sends a letter to report safety; the content mostly speaks of recent events in their clan.

It seems to be proceeding smoothly, that is.

Thinking thus.

Rod continuously dodged the attacks of several Land Naga; he deliberately controlled his strength to make himself look somewhat ragged.

In fact, he even had time to observe the Naga Priestess in the distance, her chest and waist.

Hiss—

Truly a gorgeous, ripe grape.

I wonder if she has already eaten her current husband.

Suddenly, his eyebrows shot up.

Immediately, he recalled how that Land Naga captain had shouted during the day that I was her new husband.

Hmm.

Perhaps, I can use this to sneak in?

In a moment of distraction, he immediately deliberately let a steel spear thrust at his chest.

Ding!

A crisp cracking sound.

The female Land Naga holding the spear watched helplessly as the spearhead cleanly snapped, flew into the air, and then with a plop inserted itself into the soil on the ground.

Instantly, she stared with wide, shocked eyes.

Rod immediately flipped seven hundred and twenty degrees in place and fell to the ground.

Clutching his chest with a face full of pain.

"W-what spear technique is this? It actually broke my indestructible pure boy body made of refined steel!?"

That woman was stunned.

She blankly looked at her steel spear with the broken tip; what situation is this?

And the other companions besieging him in the chaotic battlefield did not clearly see this scene; upon seeing the target fall, they all rejoiced wildly and leaped over her to pounce on him.

Steel forks, trip ropes, and curved knives instantly arrived.

Locking the target figure firmly on the ground, limbs splayed.

And seeing that they were indeed aiming for capture, Rod's heart instantly rejoiced.

Guessed correctly.

I'm going to be forcibly abducted!

Tally, who had been drowsy in the shadows, sensed the commotion and woke up mostly.

Glancing again at her master, who was enjoying himself and acting clumsily, she became confused and hesitated to intervene.

Her master is a hypocritical respectable person; normally, he would never have the character to be captured in such a ragged state.

Is there some hidden reason?

The next moment.

A beautiful Land Naga woman holding a Shou Chi Fa slowly swam out from the forest.

She immediately understood.

Alright.

Her master's little head has started fighting for command authority.

"Hehehe—"

That beautiful Naga swayed her waist elegantly as she moved forward; the soft laughter she emitted carried a playful and slightly seductive tone.

"Indeed a coward. Little beauty, you look so good and cannot just act alone, you know~"

Rod heard this and laughed.

Those words are powerful; the villainous aura is maxed out. I'll try saying them sometime too.

But on his face, he feigned innocence and panic: "W-who are you?! Why capture me?! Although I have no background and no strength, my partner is a Fifth-Rank Mage! And although we have fallen out, within three or four months, she will surely return to find me!"

The information is maxed out.

Quickly and without restraint, take me back to your boudoir.

Hearing this, that beautiful Naga could not help but laugh loudly.

"So it is merely a Fifth-Rank Mage. Even if she comes now, what of it? Ignorant little beauty, do you know what my rank is?"

"Could it be a Sixth-Rank expert!"

"Wrong!"

Her tone sank; the Shou Zhong De Fa in her hand suddenly stabbed the ground, releasing the pressure of her presence.

And it focused solely on Rod alone, vast and boundless like towering waves, and like the overwhelming pressure of dark clouds pressing down on the city until it is about to collapse, immense enough to make his mind and spirit collapse.

Not at all.

Rod's face was full of terror, but inwardly there was not a ripple.

Just mid seventh-tier, what's there to act all high and mighty about.

Honestly, she really does look a lot like Eve — loves to show off.

If I roughly estimate and convert it into the value of a brass spirit-measuring orb, it's about 213~220 notches.

If she has no trump-card treasures or spells, once Tally gets serious and closes in, she can beat her around any day.

Seeing Rod's expression, the gorgeous Naga contentedly withdrew her pressure.

For some unknown reason, the man before her eyes looked better and better to her the more she looked.

A moment later.

She didn't keep lingering on the spot.

She had people tie Rod up and hoist him high, just like a consort wrapped in a blanket after being chosen in a Qing-dynasty palace drama.

The land Naga moved fast.

It took just over an hour to return to their camp.

The other companions left behind saw them return with chests puffed out, knew this was a great victory, and immediately threw their hands up in cheers.

Then they began lighting bonfires and preparing food.

It looked like an on-the-spot celebratory bonfire party.

And as for Rod, the spoils of war.

Under the gorgeous priestess's command, he was tossed into the largest, most luxurious tent in the center.

They didn't even post anyone to watch him.

Outside, they just went off making a ruckus, singing and dancing.

Naga are, after all, a monogamous race, so their parties are relatively pure.

Just simple dancing and singing, and at most the slightly more exciting bit was a sword duel.

Unlike the parties in the forest, where the moment they start it's a barrage of cannon fire, blasting from night till morning, and the moment the door opens you're hit with a wave of fishy stench — apart from Rod who could walk out on his own two feet, every single girl inside was utterly drained, fluids flowing in and out, completely spent, their waists weak and legs limp, totally unable to get up.

Rod didn't mind being tossed into the tent.

He quietly waited.

Two hours later.

The party outside, with bellies full and wine drunk, gradually died down along with the singing and the crackling of flames.

"Fwoosh—"

The curtain embroidered with images of snake-people, suns, and all manner of vines and flowers was suddenly flung open by a hand wearing a bracer.

Squad leader Betty's slightly rough-and-tumble face poked in.

She looked around.

Seeing no one else in the tent, she finally revealed a lecherous grin.

"Little beauty, I'm here~~"

Rod rarely used "lecherous" to describe a girl, unless he had truly seen it with his own eyes.

He wasn't in a hurry to deal with her either — his 【Spider Sense】 clearly showed that the gorgeous Naga outside the tent was nearby, and approaching in a fury.

So, at this moment, all he had to do was stick to his helpless persona.

Put on a show of struggling a bit or something.

Pretty pointless.

He really didn't get the masochist mindset — what's there to get excited about in a situation where you're at someone's mercy?

"Such firm chest muscles... I like it, huff— huff— huff—"

Over here, Betty had already gotten hands-on.

Greedily running her hands over his chest muscles.

Huffing and puffing heavily, just like some creepy old uncle.

And just as she was about to pull open Rod's clothes, an angry shout came.

"Betty! What did I tell you! This is a gift for your sister!"

Betty turned her head and saw her mother already standing behind her with arms folded, her exquisitely beautiful face full of anger.

Her momentum immediately shrank.

"M-Mother"

"Get out! Right now! From today on, apart from me, no one is allowed to set even half a step inside this tent!"

"Hmph, but what if Mother, you—"

She couldn't finish saying it.

Her own mother had suffered a serious injury over a dozen years ago, and ever since then had been left with an aftereffect — her body was utterly dry, incapable of any desire, having lost all interest in men, and had taken no new husband to this day.

If one were to say who such a fine man would be safest with before the elder sister returned, it would inevitably be none other than one's own mother.

(End of chapter)