Chapter 428: Inspection and the Dragon's Tomb

Wen Na always felt that her peripheral vision seemed to catch Tally's heaving chest.

She awkwardly shuffled a step to the side, only to step on something with a squelch.

She looked down, and her face instantly flushed red.

—It was a woman's undergarment with a tear in it.

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

Wen Na recalled the scene she had secretly watched in the shadows last night.

That Naga beauty seemed to be sprawled atop a man, wearing undergarments and pressing against his groin, she had no idea what they were doing.

The room was full of so many scents that Wen Na's thoughts began to scatter as well.

She hurriedly shook her head, stopped her wild imaginings, and said:

"Before the white dragon was sealed in ice, its horns had already been severed. In fact, back then it wasn't only the white dragon that fell — there was also a human swordsman who slew it. That swordsman, at the very moment he defeated the white dragon, was struck by its frost breath as well, and fell together with it."

"Oh — there's that kind of story too? What about that swordsman's corpse? Is it in the white dragon's tomb too?"

"Yes."

Rod patted Tally's head, signaling that they were about to wrap up.

The succubus gave a coy little hum, and buried her pretty face straight down to the bottom.

He said with a smile: "Then what dangers does this white dragon tomb have? Last night when I asked you, you were still holding back."

And Wen Na grew serious, her delicate face tightening: "The ancestral teachings left to us tell us that that was an ancient white dragon heavy with resentment, and it would not die so easily. The power of the dragon's grudge will continuously affect the surroundings, and may even produce phenomena like that open-air labyrinth in Blazing City. So we deliberately buried the swordsman's corpse in front of the ice-sealed white dragon, to suppress the dead dragon's vengeful spirit."

Rod gave a soft laugh.

It sounded more like some superstitious mystical nonsense than the effect of magic.

Please, this continent runs on spirituality and magical power, this isn't scientific.

"So there's no so-called Miss Miss Puwei treasure, and that Santalin spent a fortune hiring land-Naga to break open the tomb just for a dead dragon? That doesn't seem worth it. There must be something more valuable inside the white dragon's tomb."

He raised his question along the way.

"I-I don't understand either, that's all I know."

Wen Na answered, a little ashamed.

She had been pampered since birth, never really suffered any hardship, and even though she had a mage's talent she had never really meditated or practiced, so of course she had never seriously looked into matters from a hundred years ago.

Gulp—

The sound of a large swallow suddenly rang out.

It was Tally downing today's breakfast.

She beamed, and deliberately opened her mouth for the speechless Rod to inspect.

"Ah-ha — Master~ inspection~~"

"When did I ever ask to inspect something like that. Today's plan has changed, we're going to take a look at the white dragon's tomb."

"Okay~~ then this little trash?"

Wen Na gave a miserable little smile, not daring to retort.

"Just hide here, so you don't hold me back. Miss Wen Na, don't you have some kind of shapeshifting treasure? Just transform into my appearance and lie down here."

"Oh, but what if your mother-in-law's little daughter comes in? Even if my treasure turns me into a man, it doesn't have any a-actual function, you know."

"There's a ritual blocking this place, after all."

Rod searched for clothes on the chaotic carpet.

He didn't find any.

Even if he had found them, they would have been torn to shreds by Lady Lilian.

He could only take a new set out of his spell-pouch. He couldn't help sighing — the clothes he'd brought this time weren't many to begin with, and in just two days two sets had already been torn to shreds. He didn't know if he'd still have any clothes to wear when he went back.

Before leaving, Rod still gave Wen Na two escape-use magic rings, just in case.

Based on the information fed back by the little black slime's sub-body.

It took about half an hour, and Rod crossed the lizard marsh beside the western coast.

After that, the terrain quickly grew steep.

When he arrived at the designated spot, he discovered that it was actually a sheer cliff along the Sword Bay coast.

Looking south, the cliff face at a right angle separated the surging sea from the calm land, stretching from the Roaring Forest all the way to Troll Mountain, shrouded in mist, endless and unbroken.

Same old rules.

Rod was once again pulled into the shadows by Tally.

The succubus guided the dark shadow along the cliff, and finally found a hidden cave entrance somewhere.

After advancing about a hundred meters, they encountered some twenty-odd land-Naga inside, busy setting up something.

There were also six humanoid races in the cave: two dopey half-beasts, one dwarf, one gnoll, and two humans.

Just from their appearance alone, you could tell these fellows weren't good sorts — they stood at the side in sullen silence, their eyes flicking back and forth with contempt and scrutiny.

Past them.

Further inside, a massive magical seal could be seen, blocking everyone's path.

And right in front of the magical seal were Lady Lilian and Eve, mother and daughter.

The two of them were discussing plans to break the seal and deal with the tomb's vengeful aura and baleful energy.

【Resentment +31】

【Resentment +12】

【Resentment +18】

【Resentment +24】

And as they drew closer, the resentment points began flooding the screen like mad.

Generally speaking, Rod's 【Grudge Pain Hate Fire】 only accumulates and strengthens when killing, and each use consumes some of it.

The two thousand points of grudge obtained not long ago when eradicating the Mindstealer were nearly depleted by five hundred in a single slash against the black dragon Mikhail.

This thing's all-attribute special-attack trait is extremely noble; even if Rod tried to conserve it, he couldn't save much.

It's just a pity there was no gain at all when the party wiped out the dark elf squad — otherwise it'd be pretty nice to have a monster to farm points from in a loop.

"A pleasant surprise."

Rod nodded.

Quite pleased.

Tally beside him was a bit sulky, puffing out her cheeks in a cute act: "Master, this seal is so advanced, I can't get in~~"

"I didn't tell you to go in. Stay here."

"Huh? Not going in?" she asked with an innocent face, poking her cheek, "I thought Master wanted to go in anywhere there's a hole~~ Like last time in the cannon room, insisting on entering from that banshee's behind."

"Whatever nonsense are you spouting — didn't you quite enjoy it yourself?"

"I like Master entering my generous self, not someone else's!"

Rod chuckled twice, just about to pinch her cheeks.

Suddenly he heard the land naga behind them raising a ruckus.

Eve and Lady Lilian, mother and daughter, both noticed and turned to look.

A land naga in armor came slithering over in haste, flustered: "Priestess, my lord Eve, demons are attacking!"

Lady Lilian's gentle brows knit slightly as she looked at her daughter: "Demons able to reach such a remote place are probably the batch cooperating with the Scatlins."

Eve nodded, shrugged her shoulders, and the two additional hidden arms flashed out from behind her shoulder blades.

Fighting spirit rose on her face: "The cooperation between the Scatlins and the demons probably isn't harmonious — each side has its own schemes. We might be able to profit from it again."

Her way of thinking was very much in the greedy naga style.

Mother Lady Lilian smiled with satisfaction as well: "Not bad. We naga must be greedy again and again, endlessly. Since wiping out the rebellion, you've grown ever more mature, Eve."

(End of chapter)