Chapter 428: Inspection and the Dragon Tomb

Wen Na always felt her peripheral vision had caught Tally constantly shifting.

She awkwardly stepped sideways, only to squish something with a wet slap.

She looked down—and her face flushed crimson.

——It was a woman's undergarment, torn open.

Its design was bold and mature, its size so grand it made her feel inferior.

Wen Na remembered the scene she'd secretly watched last night in the shadows.

That Naga woman had seemed to crawl atop a man, her undergarment pressed against his hips, doing something she couldn't recall.

The room's smells were too thick, making Wen Na's thoughts scatter.

She shook her head sharply, banishing her fantasies, and said:

"Before the White Dragon was frozen, its horns had already been severed. In fact, back then, it wasn't just the White Dragon that fell—there was also a human swordsman who slew it. That swordsman, after defeating the White Dragon, was struck by its frost breath and fell with it."

"Oh—so there's that version. Where's the swordsman's corpse? Is it in the White Dragon's tomb too?"

"Yes."

Luo De patted Tally's head, signaling the end.

The succubus let out a drowsy grunt and buried her face deep.

He smiled: "So what dangers does this White Dragon tomb hold? You were hiding things from me last night."

Wen Na grew serious, her delicate face tightening: "Our ancestors' teachings warn us that this is an ancient White Dragon brimming with grievance—it won't die so easily. Its dragon resentment continuously influences the surroundings, even causing phenomena like the open-air labyrinth in Scorching City. That's why we specifically buried the swordsman's corpse directly in front of the frozen dragon, to suppress its dead spirit's malice."

Luo De snorted.

It sounded more like superstition than magic.

Come on, this continent runs on spirit and mana—this isn't science.

"So there's no such thing as the Pweir treasure. Did the Sctalin really spend a fortune hiring Land Naga to break into this tomb just for a dead dragon? That doesn't add up—there must be something far more valuable inside the White Dragon tomb."

He added his own question.

"I—I don't understand either. That's all I know."

Wen Na answered, slightly ashamed.

She'd lived in comfort since birth, never endured hardship, and despite her mage talent, she'd never meditated or trained seriously. She'd paid no real attention to events a century past.

Gulp—

A loud swallowing sound suddenly echoed.

It was Tally downing her breakfast.

She beamed, deliberately opening her mouth for the utterly unimpressed Luo De to inspect.

"Aha—Master~ Check~~"

"When did I ever ask you to check this? Today's plan's changed—we're going to the White Dragon tomb."

"Okay~~ Then what about this little waste?"

Wen Na offered a meek, bitter smile, not daring to argue back.

"Just hide here. Don't slow me down. Wen Na, you've got a transformation artifact, right? Just turn into my likeness and lie here."

"Oh, but what if your mother-in-law's youngest daughter comes in? My artifact can turn into a man, but it doesn't have… actual function."

"There's a ritual barrier here."

Luo De searched through the messy rug for clothes.

He found none.

Even if he had, Lilian would've torn them to shreds.

He had to take a new set from his spell satchel. He sighed—this time he'd brought so few clothes, and already two sets were ruined in two days. He didn't know if he'd even have anything left to wear when he returned.

Before leaving, Luo De still gave Wen Na two escape magic rings, just in case.

According to the feedback from Shi Laimu the slime.

After about half an hour, Luo De crossed the Lizard Marsh beside the western coast.

The terrain rapidly grew steeper.

When he reached the designated spot, he realized it was a sheer cliff face along Jianwan Coast.

To the south, the perpendicular cliff separated the raging sea from the calm land. From the Roaring Forest to Troll Mountain, mist stretched endlessly.

Same old routine.

Luo De was once again pulled into shadow by Tally.

The succubus manipulated darkness along the cliff face until she found a hidden entrance.

After advancing about a hundred meters, they encountered over twenty Land Naga busy setting up something.

Inside the cave were six other humanoid races: two dim-witted half-orcs, one dwarf, one jackalope, and two humans.

From their appearances alone, these fellows clearly weren't good people—sullen, silent, their eyes flickering with disdain and scrutiny.

Past them.

Further inside, a massive magical seal blocked everyone's path.

Right before the seal stood Lilian and Eve, mother and daughter.

They were discussing how to break the seal and counter the tomb's malice and miasma.

【Malice +31】

【Malice +12】

【Malice +18】

【Malice +24】

As they drew closer, malice began flooding the screen.

Normally, Luo De's 【Malice-Hatred Fire】 only accumulated when killing—each use consumed some.

The 2, 00 malice he'd gained from wiping out the Mind Flayers had nearly been halved by 500 during his fight with the Black Dragon Mihail.

This ability's all-attribute penetration was extremely valuable, but even with careful use, Luo De couldn't conserve much.

Too bad wiping out the Dark Elf squad gave him zero gain—if it had, it'd have made a decent grind loop.

"Unexpected bonus."

Luo De nodded.

He was pleased.

Beside him, Tally looked annoyed, puffing her cheeks cutely: "Master, this seal is so advanced—I can't get through~~"

"I didn't ask you to. Stay here."

"Huh? Not going in?" She looked innocent, poking her cheek. "I thought you'd always want to go in whenever you saw a hole—like last time in the cannon room, insisting on sneaking in behind that banshee."

"What nonsense are you talking about? You liked it too."

"I like you coming into me—my kindness—not someone else's!"

Luo De chuckled twice, about to pinch her cheek.

Suddenly, the Land Naga behind them erupted in commotion.

Lilian and Eve also turned to look.

A Land Naga in armor slithered over urgently: "High Priestess, Lady Eve—a demon attack!"

Lilian's gentle brow furrowed as she looked at her daughter: "Demons who reach this remote place must be the ones allied with Sctalin."

Eve nodded, shrugged her shoulders, and two additional arms emerged from behind her shoulder blades.

Her face lit with battle lust: "Sctalin and the demons' alliance is clearly unstable—each side has its own agenda. We might still extract extra profit from their discord."

Her thinking was classic Naga greed.

Her mother Lilian smiled approvingly: "Good. Our Naga must keep greeding, endlessly. Since crushing the rebellion, you've grown far more mature, Eve."

(End of Chapter)