Chapter 607: Auction and Assistance

Snap!

A bright beam of light shone upon the stage.

On the polished, elegant brown wooden floor, inside a large display case encased in reinforced glass, were two girls with terrified expressions.

The two girls looked nearly identical.

Exquisitely beautiful, their skin was snow-white and luminous, almost casting phantom reflections under the light.

A pair of proud, upturned long ears drew immediate attention.

Their figures, features, and proportions perfectly embodied nature's divine craftsmanship.

Two elves!

Unfortunately, both appeared somewhat young, their bodies slender beneath their white dresses.

But what drew even greater attention was the pair of curled, pristine white wings growing from their backs.

"Whoa—"

Below, in the dimly lit audience, private booths were separated by screens; each attendee wore lavish, dignified attire, looking every bit the noble.

All wore masks, obscuring their faces.

Perhaps they were high-ranking officials from some nation or another.

When they finally focused on the beautiful elf sisters beneath the light, they erupted in startled murmurs.

Snap!

A crisp hammer strike.

The stunning woman at the podium, gripping the lectern, tapped her wooden mallet, waiting silently for the crowd to quiet.

Her smile was alluring, perfectly balanced between seduction and elegance.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today's seventh lot, as you can see, is a set of twin sisters—half-elf, half-avian! They possess the perfect beauty of elves, along with the luminous skin and sacred wings of avians!

Starting bid: 20, 00 Jin Along! Each subsequent bid must be no less than 2, 00 Jin Along, as per standard procedure.

By the way, the sisters are both virgins, but have been meticulously trained by Madame Seri, chief trainer of the Campbell family—given a single command, they'll sway their hips and come running to their master."

Before she finished speaking,

someone in the audience grew displeased.

A man in a neat black suit and tall top hat let out two scoffing laughs.

He was clearly large in stature; even his milky-white wooden mask couldn't conceal his entire face.

A slender dog-tribe attendant pouring water beside him jumped in fright, spilling water onto the table.

The man kicked him away in anger and shouted at the hostess:

"Avian-elf hybrid? Are you trying to fool us with some 【Biological Weaving】 fraud? Auction's fine—but if a mage later proves these aren't naturally born, what then?"

The hostess smiled unchanged, nodding: "All auction items are subject to mage verification. Guaranteed refund if counterfeit. Rest assured."

"Hmph, I hope you're telling the truth. I'll bid 30, 00. My household just needs a pair of spittoons—these two will do well enough. Don't bother competing with me."

Boom!

Before he finished speaking,

the side door of the auction hall burst open.

A man wearing a dragonfly mask had a pale, sweat-slicked lower face, clutching his right wrist where his hand had been severed—though the blood had clearly been halted by magic.

"Dragonfly Sir?"

The stunning hostess recognized this core member of the Campbell family.

The dragonfly man didn't even glance at her—he turned to the guests below.

"Apologies, everyone! A minor equipment malfunction has occurred. The auction is temporarily suspended. Rest assured, all auction details will be preserved. Hostess, please escort our esteemed guests out of the venue."

The crowd instantly panicked.

This clearly meant trouble—they were all prominent, delicate nobles, unaccustomed to such incidents or exposure.

They paid no further attention to the auction items, crying out as the hostess led them away.

Not long after,

the auction hall was emptied.

The dragonfly-masked man's face turned cold. He took a deep breath, assuming an air of deference.

He looked toward the large figure of Grand Leader Carter and Cardinal Davide, waiting near the side entrance.

"Cardinal, Grand Leader Carter—please come this way. I'll retrieve that 'item' for you."

Luo De stared at the report from Tally in the 【Far-Speech Chain】, falling silent.

The half-orc Ali, whom he had fought alongside Tally a year ago.

Could he be Lily's brother?

What a coincidence.

When Luo De heard Tally say Ali had severed his parents' heads to join the Igo Cult, he felt a pang of sorrow.

【Tally: Should Tally find a chance to tie up the little brat and let the master give her a good spanking? As the saying goes, one good fuck erases all grudges—once enslaved, she won't dare betray you.】

What strange thoughts did this succubus's tiny brain come up with today?

【Luo De: What are you talking about? Don't go doing anything reckless. Go comfort her.】

【Tally: Hmph~ Tally won't comfort girls. Tally's affection is reserved only for the master—and only through the body, of course!】

Luo De let out a threatening grunt.

Tally instantly caved, ended the transmission, and claimed she'd transform into Luo De's form to comfort her.

He doesn't bother dealing with this troublemaker.

They were too close to the manor—likely already within its sphere of influence.

Fortunately, most they'd encountered were mere foot soldiers, though their numbers were vast; dealing with them would still take time.

Luo De stood atop the hill, gazing distantly.

Damn, the manor was at least ten kilometers away.

From his conversation with Rosalia, he learned the Igo Cult and Campbell family were meeting over some object.

It sounded important—so its destruction priority just rose further.

Just fly straight in.

"Before that, Rosalia."

As they walked toward the prosperous manor, a breeze stirred, scattering grass clippings.

Luo De suddenly stopped, his expression serious: "I need your help—to deal with that ninth-rank."

Rosalia paused, her coldly beautiful face turning solemn.

"Speak. Whatever you need, I will assist."

"You saw his domain couldn't immediately breach my defenses—but it pierced my heart from within, correct?"

"Yes. But later, his domain seemed to lose control."

Luo De was surprised: "Sharp eyes."

The fairy of the fang smiled faintly: "To be honest, Luo De, I've recently mastered a domain tied to the moon—but it's limited to daytime use."

Her expression grew slightly unnatural; her voice grew quieter.

Because the moment she mastered it was the night she was ambushed and gravely wounded by the dark elves.

That night,

she entered the 【Feathered Chrysalis】 state to survive—and was rescued by Luo De.

The memory of him forcing five or six vials of essence down her throat still lingered in her mind—the slick texture, the strange taste.

And that bastard Luo De slapping her ass, demanding she call him "Dad"—she'd actually cried it out several times, cooing and kissing him.

Total black history.

Rosalia took a deep breath, suppressing the swirling memories.

Her expression returned to calm, her slightly upturned phoenix eyes unchanged in hue.

Luo De fell into thought.

"Hmm… his domain lost control because I activated another spiritual technique—it corrodes domain energy—but… how to put it… it requires… sigh…"

Seeing him hesitate, Rosalia grew impatient.

"Just say it. Whatever you need to kill him, I'll do it."

"Actually… that spiritual technique is an extension of my 【Alluring Bodily Fluids】. It allows my essence to corrode domains… I need a girl to help me."

"…"

The fairy's eyelashes trembled; her body stiffened.

The suppressed memories surged uncontrollably—the slick touch, the odd flavor flooding her mind once more.

(End of Chapter)