Chapter 687: Meeting Again

Hiss—

The 【Flame Ray】 swept past, scorching the skull and brain matter blood to a scarlet red, which oxidized to black in an instant; the body of Commander Naga collapsed lifelessly.

Rod didn't even look.

He raised a hand and cast 【Gravitational Wave】, turning purple gravity magic into multiple rings.

He pulled over a Campbell person who had been bound by 【Zhi Zhou】 and scorched black by 【Miss Lu Ka's Moon Fire Art】.

This person possessed the highest strength and must have used some life-saving treasure, for they had not died immediately.

Rolling several times on the ground along the pull.

The lingering pale cold flames on their body did not extinguish but instead eroded deeper.

The mantis's hard mask had turned to charcoal, crumbling and scattering everywhere, revealing a face twisted and distorted by terror.

"If Forester Rod had known it was you, we would not have come."

During the Campbell Maze expedition, although everyone from the Yige Sect and the Campbell family present was now dead with no one to contradict them.

This also inversely proved that a certain Forester was not to be trifled with; it was no surprise that the Campbell family avoided him.

"With you lot around, I wouldn't even need to investigate the disappearance cases in the Brar clan's territory. Speak up, where is the nest?"

"Save me, I'll tell you everything."

Rod chuckled: "I never accept any negotiations, Tally."

"Good~~"

Tally floated out from the shadows, her puffy skirt connected to a magnificent short dress spinning in mid-air; it was far too girlish in style.

She leaned forward slightly, sneering down at the Campbell below, one hand on her hip, while the index finger of the other hand pulled down her lower eyelid to make a cute grimace.

Her black pupils suddenly changed color, becoming red whirlpools.

【Ancestral Heart's Blood】 · Domination Domain.

This domain could greatly enhance Tally's hypnotic ability.

The mantis-masked figure shuddered all over; after a slight struggle, they quickly fell into a blank, expressionless, soulless state.

After that, it was simple; no need to ask much, they simply spat out everything in one go.

Good heavens.

There really are quite a few hideouts.

It's not that everyone in the Campbell family only captures land Naga, but the land Naga race itself commits so much Fa Fan Fa that they simply cooperated directly.

Several clans on the Mirror Desert had some degree of cooperation with them.

Comparing them slightly, although the Brar clan committed robbery, highway banditry, tomb raiding, and fraud, they actually counted as good people among their peers.

Not long after.

Tally, holding paper and pen, pouted her bottom and lay on the ground listing out a roster.

She was being overly affected, deliberately twisting her bottom toward Rod; the puffy pants serving as safety shorts dug slightly into her snow-white thighs, quite alluring.

But Rod had no time to mind her; he grabbed the list and scanned it.

"Since we're here, if I don't clean up once, it'll look like I never came."

At night.

The Tomb of a Thousand Throats, the Brar clan's encampment.

"Mother?!"

Eve looked at the flag and procession belonging to priestly authority slowly approaching, her heart filled with indescribable joy.

She knew she had now achieved Li Le Da Gong and would surely receive her mother's praise.

But at this moment, she suppressed the excitement in her heart, putting on an unpretentious and calm demeanor, and stepped forward properly to welcome them.

Priestess Lillian dismounted from her carriage, her soft and beautiful face showing nothing but satisfaction and pride as she looked at Eve.

The mother and daughter had always shared a close bond; their gazes met, and even without speaking, they understood each other's thoughts.

Lillian smiled elegantly and handed over a blank emblem ring.

"Your grandmother's journey once paused here back then; today it begins anew. You have done very well, Eve."

The accompanying military officer immediately shouted a few phrases like "Heaven bless our Brar clan" and "Dominate the Mirror Desert."

This instantly greatly boosted the soldiers' morale.

After briefly displaying excessive official maternal kindness and filial piety before the clan members, they entered the tent.

Lillian immediately grabbed her own daughter's hand, her face full of excitement.

"You found a husband? Where is he?"

As a mother, although similar in appearance, she was slightly smaller in height and build than Eve, yet also more plump.

If Eve was a sharp-edged female general, then Lillian was a noble Lady with a slightly softer exterior.

A few shades of pink dyed Eve's face, and she stiffened slightly.

"Not exactly a husband... I sent him out to do something."

"Sent? You ordered him?"

"Not exactly..."

Eve pretended to be tough, but in reality, Rod had gone on his own.

"I say, Eve, my future son-in-law isn't of a low class, is he?"

"Peak Eighth Rank... and far stronger than a typical Peak Eighth Rank."

"Exactly, with such a high class, why do you still put on a tough, foul face?"

Lillian smiled bitterly, reaching out to pinch her own daughter's pretty cheeks. "Men, you know; use them when you should. Gentleness is also one of our weapons; no need to be too stiff."

"Hmph, I don't want to spoil him too much..."

I can tell you've never stopped thinking of him, haven't you? That's why you resisted so strongly when I offered to introduce you to a husband.

He's just average; my daughter doesn't really like him—she's only interested in his strength.

Lady Lilian wanted to agree with this statement, her lips slightly parted, yet she couldn't utter a word.

Her eyes lowered in sorrowful longing as she adjusted her daughter's collar.

If possible, it's best to choose someone you truly like. You don't have to sacrifice yourself for the clan— as your mother, it would break my heart.

Eve was taken aback by her mother's reaction and grew flustered.

I don't dislike him entirely—he's at least pleasant to look at!

That's good!

But Mother, I know you've been searching for someone. I don't oppose you remarrying at all—just don't let yourself be deceived.

Lady Lilian fell into a daze, realizing there was nothing left to hide.

She shook her head: "No, he's given me so much—even at the end, he was Trapped in Crisis and couldn't escape. He would never deceive me."

Eve stared intently at the sorrow and tenderness on her mother's face.

Time seemed to have left no mark on this Naga priestess's face.

Though no longer as delicate as in her youth, her tender gentleness, charming languor, and mature beauty had only deepened.

Eve suddenly felt at peace.

She smiled wryly: "Two heads are better than one. You can't keep searching alone—why not tell me his name and appearance? I'll help you look."

That would make me seem shameless—I'm already an old auntie. Let it happen naturally.

How could that be? Mother is the most beautiful, most alluring Naga I've ever seen—look at those curves, that waist! What man wouldn't be utterly bewitched by you?

You're annoying! Hehehe—

So what's his name, Mother~?

He… um… he's a human man, his name is—

Suddenly.

A thud echoed outside the tent, followed by the Naga soldiers' startled exclamations and excited greetings.

The commotion interrupted Lady Lilian's words, causing mother and daughter to turn toward the tent flap.

They listened as footsteps drew slowly nearer.

Lady Lilian felt her daughter tense up, the grip on her hand tightening slightly.

She couldn't help but smile.

You little rascal say you don't like him much? You're this nervous just meeting your future in-laws.

Whoosh—

The next moment, the tent flap was pulled aside.

A strikingly handsome, tall, and rugged man raised his hand, bowed his head, and stepped through the tent flap.

Then, a familiar face—one she had longed for in dreams—appeared in Lady Lilian's line of sight.

They locked eyes, both frozen in shock.

The smile on Lady Lilian's face stiffened, unmoving.

The atmosphere turned cold.

Eve, seemingly unaware, forced a cold tone: "Let me introduce you—he's Rod."

(End of Chapter)