Chapter 424: Conversation and Hoarseness

"Let's talk about something serious. The White Dragon Horn seal is in your possession, isn't it?"

Luo De pushed away Tally, who had drooled all over his chin, and rested his elbow on the low table beside him.

The succubus rolled happily across the carpet, resting her head on his thighs and humming softly.

Wen Na grew serious, casting aside her distractions.

"Yes, Mr. Luo De."

"Since you're coming with me, you've clearly accepted my deal, right? Give me the White Dragon Horn seal, and I'll take you somewhere safe."

"Back then, the situation was urgent, so I had no choice—"

"Oh? Fine. One thing at a time. But you can't just take my rescue for free. Obviously, my name will be on tomorrow morning's wanted poster at Axe Beach."

The girl's expression turned bitter.

She paused, then said: "I'm willing to make a deal with Mr. Luo De, and I can clearly see your sincerity—but could we change the terms of the deal?"

"If you're going to ask me to help you restore your family or expose Buge Torres's conspiracy, don't bother."

Luo De didn't even look at her; he could guess her petty thoughts with his toe hair.

He'd already inquired while walking around during the day.

Recently, the number of adventurers at Axe Beach has plummeted—they've all gone to Deepwater City for something or other. The town's garrison is led by no higher than a seventh-rank mid-stage Spiritual Warrior, and there aren't even many mages.

In this situation, killing the lord would be the simplest and easiest option. After all, for Aiselong, Buge Torres has no legitimate claim.

Luo De is an official of Aiselong; even if discovered, he could simply claim he was restoring order, and no one would dare challenge him.

Expose someone else's conspiracy?

Nah, I don't have the time for that.

He picked up the salted milk tea pot, warmed by a heating stone, and poured himself a cup.

The taste was slightly gritty, with a clear saltiness and the bitterness of black tea, as if there were roasted rice in it too.

It was quite different from the sweet milk tea he drank in his past life, but it was still acceptable.

Last night, my mother-in-law suffered severe dehydration, her throat clogged with thick mucus, so she rushed out and gulped down a large mouthful.

Then I immediately caught her, tangled with her, and I tasted Lillian's imported salted milk tea—it seemed even more delicious than this one.

Wen Na's face froze.

She struggled to open her mouth: "Please, Mr. Luo De, help me. Wen Na cannot let my father's lifetime of hard work become someone else's property. I'm willing to give everything—if you require it—"

Luo De grunted, sizing up the girl before him.

On the way here, I searched her body. No storage spell bag. The White Dragon Horn seal isn't on her person.

As for enslaving her with a domination spell?

Nah, forget it.

Luo De had no interest in humans.

He shook his head and changed the subject:

"I've heard rumors that the White Dragon Horn seal is the key to opening the Pweir Vault?"

"That's a myth. The Pweir family never had a vault. The White Dragon Horn seal has always belonged to the White Dragon Tomb. I don't know what's inside the tomb within the tomb, but my father warned me never to open it lightly."

Luo De noticed Wen Na's guilty glance and sighed.

The girl isn't honest—always hiding something. She says things, but it's as if she said nothing.

But it doesn't matter.

I planned to join the land naga to break into the tomb anyway. Whether she comes or not makes no difference.

"Listen, Wen Na, you need to understand the situation. I'm certainly not one of those generous, noble adventurers from ballads. The fact that I'm even talking to you about terms means I don't want to resort to the last possible method right away."

Tally rolled over, burying her face in Luo De's crotch.

Then she giggled: "Exactly! As you can see, my master is a huge pervert. He'll rape you first, then kill you, kill you again, then rape you again, and finally swallow your head whole—still getting the memories he wants. I just don't get why you're playing these petty games?"

Wen Na clutched her chest in fear.

She gritted her teeth: "To be honest, I carry the pure bloodline of the legendary succubus ancestor Lilith. If this succeeds, I'm willing to extract it and hand it over."

Tally suddenly understood: "Ohhh—so that's why the succubus Kali protected you. It's bloodline suppression."

Wen Na nodded: "Miss Tally, your strength is great enough to ignore this control."

Tally possesses the 【Duchess Bloodline】, which naturally counteracts such suppression.

Plus, Wen Na's own power is pitiful—she can't even tap into the advantages of this pure bloodline.

Luo De pinched Tally, who was resting on his thigh: "Useful to you?"

"Oh yes! When I get stronger, I'll pin my master down, oh~~"

"Good enough."

He turned to Wen Na: "The White Dragon Horn seal and Lilith's bloodline, in exchange for me killing Buge Torres and taking you to safety. How's that?"

The last surviving daughter of Pweir lowered her head.

She knew it.

Restoring her family by her own strength was unrealistic. Right now, the only one who could help her was the man before her.

Rather than do nothing at all,

killing Buge Torres to avenge her father was at least an option.

Wen Na had lived a life of ease and privilege—she'd never faced anything like this.

Her heart ached with pain and confusion, and she couldn't help but glance again at the man beside her.

She was about to speak.

But Luo De raised his hand to stop her.

His eyes glinted faintly as he stared at the inside of the tent wall—as if seeing through the fabric.

"My mother-in-law's back. Tally, take her and hide."

"Got it~"

Tally rose obediently, lazily taking Wen Na's hand, ignoring her bewildered expression.

She pulled her straight into the shadows.

Luo De returned to the inner bed of the tent, cleared his throat twice to adjust his voice, messed up his collar, and used his disguise field again to make himself appear weak and worn-out.

Not long after,

a faint hissing sound of naga slithering came from outside the tent, followed by the magical fluctuations of a ritual being undone.

The hum of magic slowly faded.

Swish—

The curtain was yanked open.

In his 【Spider Sense】, the person entering wasn't just Lillian—there was also a much larger female land naga.

"Huh? Mother came into town?"

A familiar voice, slightly forceful and hoarse, came first.

Luo De couldn't help but smile.

Perfect.

This was definitely Eve's voice.

As a naga, Eve stood only slightly shorter than Luo De when upright. And as one of the rare four-armed naga, her presence was undeniably fierce.

Perhaps because of that, she always held back her moans in bed—only letting out sounds at the peak of soul-shaking climax.

Hoarse and sensual—it had a certain charm.

Hearing her daughter's question, Lillian sounded puzzled: "No, I've been outside the city all day surveying."

"Then that's strange. Why does your tent smell of makeup? Specifically, the new orange-ding scent from Axe Beach—I wanted to buy some for you, but they sold out long ago."

"Oh? Maybe your sister Betty came in? Come on, Eve, tell me about Axe Beach first."

Lillian's voice shifted from confusion to an unnatural chill, her tone clearly icy.

She then abruptly changed the subject.

"But we just met Betty—she didn't have any. Never mind."

Eve didn't care about this small matter.

After a pause, she said gravely: "A demon is lurking in Axe Beach."

(End of Chapter)