Chapter 371: Returning to the Old Trade (12)

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Baron Eliot hastily brought his wife to Tulip Manor.

This baroness looks seven or eight years older than the baron, about forty-three or forty-four.

At first sight, Luosen immediately thought of the Nature Empire's newly developed Apocalypse War Chariot.

Her build is truly massive.

She is naturally tall, even a head taller than her husband, Baron Eliot.

Her face is also rounder than the baron's, comparable to a full moon in the sky.

Her neck is invisible, buried under layers of double chins.

Her arms are extremely thick; the circumference of her upper arms almost matches that of Baron Eliot's thighs wrapped in tight pants.

Where her waist should be, it is several times thicker than the baron's.

As the baroness walked toward Luosen, all her flesh quivered with each step, even the wooden parts trembled slightly, emitting a creaking 'gee-gee' groan.

Luosen roughly estimated that her weight must have exceeded 300 catties.

After considerable effort, the baron and baroness arrived before Luosen.

"Mr. Luosen, this is my wife, Lady Tatiana."

"Lady, this is the superhuman powerhouse who grants me great strength, Mr. Luosen."

Facing a wife whose stature and status far exceed his own, Baron Eliot at this moment looks like a little lapdog wagging its tail.

Luosen felt some sympathy for the baron and couldn't help looking at him with pity.

Meanwhile, the baroness sized Luosen up from head to toe.

In her green eyes, squeezed tiny by layers of fat, lay utter distrust.

Her expression was quite complex, bearing the arrogance of a noblewoman mixed with agitation and annoyance.

Luosen's gaze was sharp, easily penetrating the layers of fat to see her true appearance.

"Her frame is well-proportioned, her bone structure full; in her youth she was certainly a beauty, not much inferior to Beilu Dandi—alas, time has ruined her."

He fully understood the source of her negative emotions; anyone who turned out like that would be in no good mood.

At this moment, the baroness spoke: "Eliot, nowadays there are many swindlers; don't let yourself be fooled."

Eliot immediately grew nervous and apologized to Luosen.

"Mr. Luosen, please forgive my wife's ignorance; she has always stayed in the castle and never seen the real world."

This remark again provoked her wife's great displeasure.

"I say, Eliot, don't think that just because you performed well a moment ago you can fabricate about me—oh, heavens above, this can't be real!"

She suddenly clutched her cheeks with her hands and widened her eyes.

Because Luosen raised a finger, atop its tip hovered a date‑sized ball of lightning.

The lightning ball emitted a dazzling platinum glow, the air crackled with 'snaps and pops', and gave off a pungent smell of scorched electricity.

In a demi‑plane where magical power is so weak it can be ignored, manifesting a genuine spell is far more persuasive than a thousand or ten thousand words of argument.

With a thought, Luosen's chaotically jumping lightning ball slowly transformed into a platinum‑wreathed lightning rose that endured indefinitely.

He gently placed the rose into an empty vase nearby, then smiled and said, "Lady Tatiana, I don't like pointless debate. This little spell ought to be enough to convince you, right?"

Tatiana nodded repeatedly, her eyes involuntarily fixed on the lightning rose; her full‑moon face instantly showed the same alarm as Baron Eliot's.

"Please forgive my ignorance, Mr. Luosen. I am as blind as a mole, unable to see your radiant brilliance—I, I deserve to die."

She raised her hand and slapped herself hard, producing a sharp 'smack' that left five fingerprints on her cheek.

Knowing her fault and correcting it at once shows a very wise character.

That's excellent; it will save a great deal of time and effort for both sides.

At the same time, this is exactly the effect Luosen hoped to achieve.

Because magical power in this world is severely limited, the lord is dead set on opposing him, and even sending thousands of warriors against him would cause considerable trouble.

Now, using magic to intimidate the opponent and occasionally offering a sweet date is the steady approach.

Feeling that enough had been done, Luosen said, "Stop wasting time—let's get straight to the point."

Then he pointed to the nearby table specially covered with fur and said, "Lady Tatiana, strip naked and lie down."

"Baron Eliot, you just stand by and watch, so no one can claim I swapped your wife for someone else."

Tatiana did so without hesitation.

Soon, a middle‑aged woman completely covered in loose white flesh lay flat on the table.

The moment she lay down, her entire mass of flesh quivered, nearly collapsing the table.

Luosen walked around the baroness, inspecting every part of her body, and soon discovered the still chaotic, sprawling battlefield; his heart filled at once with admiration and sympathy for Baron Eliot.

"This guy may be a baron, but his life is truly no picnic."

He idly flicked the oily, shiny, highly elastic skin, glanced at Baron Eliot, and a hint of mockery appeared in his eyes.

He gave an embarrassed smile, unconsciously rubbed his palms, silently sighed, and showed a helpless, wry smile.

But he hadn't forgotten the matter at once, asking in a concerned tone, "Mr. Luosen, can you restore my wife's youth?"

The baroness's pride was instantly wounded; she snapped, "Eliot, do you think I'm ugly?"

Eliot hurriedly replied, "No, no, no—I certainly don't mean that. Dear, I only wish you had a healthy, beautiful body. Whether ugly or beautiful, I will always love you as before."

"That sounds nice, but it's surely not what you truly feel."

The baroness snorted angrily, dropped the subject, but Luosen saw a glint of tears in the corner of her eye.

Clearly, she was merely using force to mask her helplessness.

Luosen felt he should give her more confidence, so he broke into a confident smile.

"Remember, to me, mortal troubles are nothing more than trivial trifles."

This is true.

Although he had no natural scepter at hand, he could simulate similar functions using part of the Twelve-Ring Divine Body.

Although it couldn't reach the fineness of a natural scepter, it could achieve cellular-level precision, and combined with Laifu's rich operational experience, he could easily control a mortal's body.

At this moment, he began to use the Divine Body's ability to carefully observe the Baroness's body.

After a thorough examination, he began to cast the spell.

He did not use the Transformation Technique for direct transformation, because the Transformation Technique treats symptoms not root causes and demands high spell power.

He intended to use the technique of moving a thousand pounds with four ounces.

Soon, he specially crafted a life spell targeting the Baroness's physical condition, whose effect was to fiercely burn fat.

After the spell took shape, he lightly patted it onto the Baroness's body.

The Baroness's body trembled slightly, then gradually felt heat all over, and then began to sweat.

Her temperature rose higher and higher, her sweating sped up, to the point that a thick mass of white vapor formed above her entire body.

Luosen immediately said: 'Baron, go fetch a wooden tub and fill it with cold water.'

'Yes yes yes, I'll go right away.'

Soon, several servants brought a large wooden tub and filled it with cold water. Luosen then used Levitation, and with a light lift of his hand, easily placed the Baroness, weighing over three hundred jin, into the cold-water tub.

Baron Elliot did not know magic, and thought this was Luosen's physical strength.

Recalling how he could barely move his wife even with all his might, his awe of Luosen's power rose sharply once again.

In the cold-water tub, the Baroness trembled all over and kept shouting.

'So hot~ so hot~~ I'm going to die of heat.'

The sweat pouring from her whole body contained not only water but also much fat; it was practically like oil flowing, so much that a thick layer of oil slick floated on the water's surface.

Baron Ailute stared agape, shocked at this unbelievable supernatural phenomenon.

Luosen urged: 'What are you standing there for? Hurry up and have people change the water, keep changing, don't stop.'

'Yes yes yes! Change water~ quick change water!'

The Baron shouted loudly, even feeling it wasn't enough, he himself joined in, carrying buckets back and forth.

The servants changing the water were also completely stunned, their faces filled with astonishment.

Luosen was not idle either, placing one hand on the Baroness's head.

He monitored her physiological state, and at any moment used magic to fine-tune her various bodily functions, incidentally curing her internal hidden ailments.

Thus, constantly changing water and adjusting, after about an hour the Baroness finally stopped shouting about heat and stopped sweating.

She submerged her entire body in the tub, leaving only her head exposed, and spoke in a gentle, calm tone: 'Dear, let the servants all leave.'

Baron Elliot's body jolted upon hearing this, and he immediately turned his head to look at his wife.

After a glance, he immediately raised his hand and rubbed his eyes hard, then looked again, his face filling with intense surprise.

'Out~ everyone get out for me. Oh no no no~ Mr. Luosen, I'm not talking about you, you must stay in the room.'

After all the servants had left, only three people remained in the room.

The Baroness, feeling a bit shy, rose from the wooden tub.

Splash~~

Amid the splashing water, the previously bloated, ball-like body completely disappeared, replaced by a graceful white lotus emerging from the water.

Baron Elliot stared dumbstruck, gazing for a good while, hard to swallow, and with difficulty said: 'Oh~ dear, you are now more beautiful than in your youth, far more beautiful, simply... simply like a fairy.'

'Mirror, I want a mirror!'

Clack~

Luosen snapped his fingers, and a full-body water mirror automatically appeared before the tub.

The Baroness looked at her reflection in the mirror, and unconsciously widened her eyes, her face gradually showing an intense infatuation.

The person in the mirror displayed an almost perfect beauty, skin like flawless white jade.

Even when she was eighteen, she could never reach this level.

She also clearly felt that beauty was only external; her internal body had fully recovered health, making her feel very comfortable and at ease.

Just thinking that such a beautiful, healthy body belonged to her, and that she would no longer suffer others' scornful gazes, her happiness nearly overflowed.

After a while, she turned her head toward Luosen and performed a graceful curtsy.

'Mr. Luosen, I once again apologize for my earlier ignorance with the utmost sincerity and humility.'

Luosen waved his hand: 'No problem. I never mind a mortal's first breach of etiquette.'

At first hearing, these words seemed nothing, but upon reflection they were rather frightening; the Baron and Baroness instinctively shrank their heads.

Luosen again reminded: 'Put on your clothes before speaking.'

Baron Elliot, as if waking from a dream: 'Right right right, put on your clothes.'

Such a beautiful wife, such a perfect body, must not be seen by those lowly servants.

After a quarter hour, the Baroness, fully dressed, came side by side with the Baron to Luosen's side.

Luosen also got to the point: 'Both of you, I still say the same thing: fair trade.'

'Baron, you brought me new traders, and I have already, per contract, given you your compensation early, right?'

The Baron nodded repeatedly.

'Madam, I helped you restore your youthful beauty; then you too should give me compensation, right?'

The Baroness nodded anxiously: 'That's right, Mr. Luosen, I will do my best to pay the compensation, but I fear I cannot afford it.'

Luosen smiled: 'Madam, I never demand compensation beyond what the trader can bear, so it's only a matter of willingness. If unwilling, it's fine; I can cancel the trade.'

Even if it meant death, the Baroness would not wish to return to her former appearance.

'Mr. Luosen, I am willing to pay the compensation.'

Luosen nodded satisfactorily: "Then, the reward I need is to promote in noble circles that I have the ability to make people beautiful, and at least have ten baron or higher-ranking noble family members come to trade with me."

"Madam, you are currently forty-five years old; according to the mortal life law, your beauty will last at most ten years before fading again."

"But I will say, once you have ten traders, for each additional trader I will extend your beauty by one year, with no upper limit."

"The Baroness had been anxious, but upon hearing the content, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief and felt endless motivation."

"But she still had doubts: 'Mr. Luosen, what does 'no upper limit' mean?'"

"If you bring me 1,000, I will make your beauty last 1,000 years."

"The Baroness was shocked to hear this, while the Baron, hearing similar words for the second time, was shocked as well but also somewhat doubtful."

"He held back, then finally asked: 'Mage Luosen, I am not questioning your ability, but 1,000 years is simply too long, too long; it sounds unreal.'"

"Luosen smiled and said: 'Time will prove my words, mortal.'"

"Besides, 1,000 years is not that long; I have already experienced ten thousand years."

"That latter statement was of course false, but he had indeed dealt with many immortals, and subconsciously felt that 1,000 years was not long."

"At the same time, as the Natural Emperor, he experiences almost endless things each day, far surpassing ordinary people, even great gods."

"Often, he even has the illusion that he has lived for a very long time."

"So, when he spoke those words, his demeanor naturally revealed a hint of the vicissitude that only immortals possess, making the Baron and Baroness clearly feel they were facing an unfathomable immortal."

"Regardless, this gave the Baron and Baroness great confidence."

"The Baroness immediately said: 'Mr. Luosen, this is not difficult for me; I will soon be able to pay the reward.'"

"Luosen nodded satisfactorily: 'Then go strive.'"

"The Baron and Baroness were full of vigor and immediately sprang into action."

"Luosen stood at the window, watching the two depart."

"He believed his fame would soon spread throughout the half-plane, and through continual trade he would obtain abundant deep information about this half-plane."

"Of course, trouble will surely come knocking."

"In fact, there should be a 'trouble' tonight."

"This is not his guess, but the result of a detection magic seal investigation."

"(End of chapter)"