Chapter 515: Newspapers and the Prospects of the Plague Doctor

The next day.

Rod looked at the newspapers spread across the table, his face dark with frustration:

"Sad News: Ranger Rod Sacrificed! His Wives: 'Finally Free to Remarry!'"

"City Hall Strongly Denies Rod's Death! Suspected Collusion with the White Dragon?!"

"Rod's Illegitimate Son Found in the White Dragon's Lair! Wives' Collective Silence Sparks Suspicion!"

"99% of Shi Ying Town Residents Believe: Rod's Many Girlfriends Are the Masterminds Behind It All!"

"Public Condemns: Rod Faked His Death to Defraud Insurance, Used the Money to Buy a Dragon Scale Bag and Seduce Gentleman Humbert's Wife!"

"Wait, is there even one true thing in here?"

Rod laughed in sheer exasperation.

He tossed the newspaper aside and plopped down onto the luxurious sofa behind him.

This was 31 South New Rank Street.

The home of the Witch Dimia, and also the temporary residence of the Canine person Sharon.

After waking up early, Rod, curious about the situation in town, disguised himself as a passerby and took a stroll.

At first, most people knew only sadness and worry.

After all, he had been kind to others, generous not only with his hand but also with his actions, having protected the safety of Shi Ying Town on several occasions.

These were things the residents had witnessed with their own eyes.

Some had even spontaneously built a memorial monument for Rod, intending to place it in the town center for people to admire.

The City Hall, citing that the matter was unverified, firmly rejected their request.

This was something Rod had discussed beforehand with the old gentleman Humbert and the Witch Dimia.

After all, Coral Bay had a half-deer person.

The accuracy of a prophecy is closely related to whether there are eyewitnesses or knowledgeable persons present when the event occurs.

A stage show with many spectators was even more so.

Therefore, Kali's side had arranged spells to obscure the prophecy.

However, obscuring a prophecy for a death event that everyone knows about is strange and amounts to digging a hole to hide one's silver.

This is where the City Hall's firm denial of the death was needed to cooperate.

To create a conspiracy theory that the City Hall, panicked by the loss of its 'Guardian Deity', was forced to conceal the truth to stabilize the situation.

Humbert even bought many articles slandering and 'exposing' the City Hall.

One could only say he went with the flow, while also cleaning out some of the worms inside.

Because of this,

the City Hall and the masses had some conflicts during this period.

Even a small conflict arose when they tried to stop the placement of the monument.

In the end, the owner of the monument, seeking to avoid trouble,

very 'regrettably' placed the monument at the entrance of his own tavern, and put up a sign offering one Giant's Ale in exchange for a white memorial flower, attracting a huge number of guests and completely stealing the business from the Violet Tavern.

At this moment, Rod's mood was actually quite good.

Then the newsboys began distributing the urgent newspapers to every household.

They completely twisted the direction of the discussion into a state of confusion.

In a fit of anger, Rod went to Dimia's house, wanting to find out exactly who the bards from yesterday were; he urgently needed a list.

Upon arriving, he discovered that the Young Lady the Witch was not at home, only the bedridden Canine person Sharon.

"Why do you care about these things?"

Sharon lifted her pale, tender feet to push aside the newspapers on the table, placing a light green ceramic teapot and a teacup with a pattern of running puppies on it.

She said as much, but the mockery on her face never stopped.

"'Rod's Illegitimate Son Found in the White Dragon's Lair'? I really don't know how they came up with that sentence."

"Rumors, after all, aren't entirely without basis. Who told you to wander inside and outside the forest every day with different girls?"

"I can only say that afterwards, I will definitely tear down a few newspaper offices."

"For a slightly famous person like you, bards are just dying to dig up more dirt, after all, they are all such people with twisted tastes."

Saying this,

Sharon stuffed a heating stone into the bottom groove of the ceramic teapot:

"Pour your own tea, I'm not serving you."

The dog spoke coldly and let out a yawn.

She had just woken up and hadn't even changed her clothes.

On her upper body was a soft and breathable shirt, which rose and fell slightly with her movements, vaguely outlining the contours of her chest.

Sharon's bust was not flamboyant in scale, perfectly matching her overall figure.

Rod's large hand could just barely completely envelop it.

It belonged to the type that wasn't soft like water, but rather possessed a firm, fleshy elasticity.

On her lower body, she wore a pair of short lounging pants, the legs reaching only to the middle of her thighs, just enough to reveal her right leg wrapped in fine, soft fur.

The texture of the fur was soft and smooth, neither appearing rough nor overly dense, perfectly outlining the lines of her legs.

Her tail hung out from the hem of the shirt, swaying leisurely.

Rod poured himself a cup of black tea, then was drawn to it and reached out to give it a touch.

"What are you doing! Perverted dog!"

Sharon glared at him.

His tone was harsh.

But she took two steps forward.

She stuck her butt out, her waistband tightening slightly, perfectly highlighting her peach hips.

Rod almost thought she was going to slap him in the face, but saw her playfully sway and sit in his lap.

"Heh, you wish."

"Won't you come? I miss you."

"This is the Dimia family's house. Even if you came, you couldn't do it here. Can't you restrain that lustful streak of yours for a few days?"

Saying this.

She leaned back against his chest, nuzzling Rod's neck and chin with her head and ears in a spoiled manner.

Then, feeling it wasn't enough, she grabbed his sturdy arms and crossed them over her own chest.

Like fastening a seatbelt.

Smelling the unique body scent of the Canine race.

Rod kissed the top of her head and said, "Have you made any progress in Faye during this time?"

"It's alright. The Wen Yi Fa's techniques for utilizing Aether in that region are far more advanced than I imagined, so I've gained quite a bit. However, those folks there, due to the appearance of Divine Spark Blood, have developed a strong interest in the gods and done many strange things, causing them to neglect plague research quite a bit."

"Strange things? Like what?"

Sharon didn't answer.

She wiggled her hips, shifting into a more comfortable position in his lap.

Then she took his palm and, with a "Ah-woof," bit his ring finger into her mouth.

Gnawing on it as if it were a teething stick.

"The cycle of withering and rebirth makes Wen Yi Fa in Faye rarely think of becoming gods; they have already begun researching early on how to borrow the power of new gods. A common method is establishing religions, such as the Life Sect."

"... That's a bit strange. Wen Yi Fa establishing a sect? Do they have faith?"

"That doesn't matter to them. The sect is just a means; what matters is achieving the goal of borrowing divine power. Hey, what are you doing? Lustful dog."

The girl turned her head slowly.

Her ring finger was half in her mouth, revealing her pink tongue.

Rod said helplessly, "You're wriggling around, and I miss you terribly; it's an inevitable reaction."

"Too bad, I don't miss you one bit, you lustful dog."

Saying this.

She took off her own lounge pants and did the same to Rod.

Then two thighs clamped together.

The interlaced sensation between smooth, tender skin and fine, soft fur.

Made it hard to pull away.

"... Didn't you say you didn't miss me?"

Sharon's body temperature rose, her face turning pink and radiant.

She pouted, "We haven't even started the main act yet, so I don't miss you."

Saying this.

She began to operate.

Rod vaguely remembered this kind of play; was it called sùgǔ?

(End of this chapter)