Chapter 441: Money in Hand, Then Run

Luo De said seriously: "Of course I'm talking about Lilith's bloodline—we already discussed this part in our deal, I'm just adding it now. You haven't forgotten, have you?"

"Wait, you don't think I'm going to—"

He looked troubled, pulling his hand free from Wen Na's stiff grip: "Sorry, I'm not interested in you."

Wen Na stood frozen like a stone, not even the night wind stirring her hair.

Her blue eyes were vacant, unfocused.

"Hahahahaha—"

Tally burst out laughing, completely ungraceful.

She clutched the vial of medicine but couldn't let go, leaning against the tree trunk, alternating between clutching her stomach and pointing at Wen Na.

Mockery and scorn came together.

Wen Na's face remained flushed, but her embarrassment had turned to shame and anger.

Amid the laughter, she clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white, biting her lip stubbornly as she stared at the ground, holding back the mist in her eyes with all her strength.

Is there a rock?

I wish I could smash them both to death right now!

Luo De pushed away Tally, who had seized the chance to hug him and try to strip his clothes, then patted Wen Na on the shoulder.

"Lilith's bloodline won't help you much—over time, it might even trigger deep awakening, meaning you'll transform into a succubus. You know what succubi feed on, right?"

Natural succubi don't see absorbing essence as problematic.

But Wen Na is different—she's a pampered human noblewoman who's always lived on normal food.

You'd have to drink men's filthy essence after transformation?

That alone was enough to turn her face pale.

"My mother warned me more than once: if I ever marry, I must never touch another man for the rest of my life."

"You understand. Don't worry—I have a mage friend nearby. Her spellcraft is excellent, and it won't hurt at all."

"Then if Lilith's bloodline is drained, will my magical talent—"

"What magical talent? You're already in your teens or twenties, and you've only accumulated two stages of mana."

"."

The night wind sighed.

By the cliffside sea, it was even worse—the sparse grove couldn't block the thick, salty seawater crawling over skin with the wind.

Luo De's 【Spider Sense】 stirred.

He turned his head to the right.

Soon.

Eeve, the land naga, appeared through the hazy night.

She had stripped off her leather and armor, leaving only Luo De's oversized shirt.

She rolled up the shirt's hem beneath her chest and tied it in a flower-like knot, making the two heavy mounds clearly visible.

Full and firm like melons.

Her lower serpent body glided forward, her waist and hips swaying slightly, revealing glimpses of a tight abdominal line and defined muscles beneath her exposed belly.

Her thick hair was loosely tied into a small curl beside her ear, making her seem quieter than usual.

Eeve spotted Luo De and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"I heard the Axe Beach Baron's castle was attacked. Was that you? I thought you were dead."

She crossed her arms, lifting them slightly, making the curves even more prominent.

Before leaving that day, Eeve had been pulled into Luo De's 【Chain of Far Speech】, joining the Windwall Forest chat group.

That's why she'd been summoned.

As she spoke, she noticed Wen Na Pweil, standing aside with a miserable expression.

She immediately frowned.

Another woman? And such a beautiful one?

Eeve sized her up.

Confirmed she wasn't as impressive as her giant rabbit—and she was a normal human. She sneered and ignored her.

The dog-man's taste is strange—he doesn't go for humans.

"Fought an eighth-rank Sathalin. Almost died."

Luo De went to hug her,

but she stiffened and pushed him away as he started kissing again.

No—more kiss marks would be impossible to explain to my mother.

"You look perfectly fine, still have energy for this?"

"Can't help it—I missed you too much."

"Get serious—how real was that Sathalin eighth-rank?"

"Solid. Strong. A body-type spiritual warrior. His base strength far exceeds mine, and his resistances aren't weak either."

Virgil the half-elf's resistances were indeed high.

If not for the plague domain forcibly weakening him, the Pruning Shears' 【Extreme Cold Pearl】 wouldn't have worked so well.

Eeve frowned.

She knew Luo De was powerful, but he was only seventh-rank—he had ways to mimic eighth-rank power, but this was a real eighth-rank.

"You're sure you're not injured?"

Luo De smiled: "Why don't you check for yourself?"

Eeve was tempted—she'd played with him that day, but only two or three times. Far from enough.

The image of his body kept swirling in her mind, impossible to shake.

She swallowed hard: "No. If that Sathalin is a strong eighth-rank, we can't stay here. The nagas are leaving."

Luo De was stunned.

"Leave? That's not like nagas. Aren't you going to earn the money?"

"Heh, after you left, we renegotiated. I pretended to bluff—and they actually agreed. They're willing to settle the final payment before we finish the job."

"Hmm—money in hand, then leave?"

"Of course. The money's already in hand—why work anymore?"

Eeve looked perfectly reasonable.

Good. Classic land naga behavior.

"But you signed a magical contract—won't breaking it cause problems?"

"You forgot what nagas are best at? Lifting contracts is my mother's specialty—she's a naga priestess."

Luo De smiled.

Seeing her shameless demeanor again reminded him of their first meeting in the open labyrinth.

He couldn't resist kissing her delicate, pale cheek.

Eeve shot him a playful glare, then kissed him back.

Then she extended her cool serpent tongue, casually wrapping it around his chin and licking him thoroughly.

Before Luo De could react, she was already gazing at him with sultry eyes, her scent growing richer.

"Roots are buried deep."

Maximum awkwardness.

Even Wen Na blushed watching.

At the same time, she recognized Eeve's voice—it was the daughter of Lilith the priestess.

Terrifying.

Good thing I didn't get involved with him… well, technically, he rejected me first.

"Wen Na."

Suddenly, the man called her name.

"Huh?" She looked up—the naga was nestled in his arms, her tail already coiled around his waist.

"Lend me the White Dragon horn seal first—it's useful."

Wen Na frowned, hesitated a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

No choice—deep down, she still trusted this man.

Tally understood her master's intent: "Master wants to open the White Dragon's tomb before the nagas leave, to absorb the dead dragon's scales?"

Luo De nodded: "With the nagas covering for us, I can do this more secretly and without interference. Demons and Sathalin are trouble—the sooner I absorb it, the better."

(End of Chapter)