Chapter 416

Pleasure Sparrow Brothel

After waiting about half an hour, the time vision Luosen saw became reality.

A middle-aged maid hurried over, leaning close to Liv's ear to whisper.

"Madam, the Iron Stone Gang leader has brought two guests, one is Ande of the Dawn's Hand, the other keeps his identity secret."

"But both of these people are extremely respectful toward that mysterious person, even somewhat fearful."

Liv's expression instantly turned grave; after a few seconds of thought, she waved at the girls in training.

"All right, ladies, continue practicing."

Afterwards, she followed the maid and hurriedly left the underground secret room.

Luosen naturally followed silently.

As they walked up the spiral staircase to the surface, Liv whispered: "Lily, what do you think this guy's identity is?"

The maid Lily was already nearly forty; she debuted at fourteen and had spent a full twenty-five years navigating Grey City's entertainment industry, her knowledge of Grey City far surpassing that of ordinary people—she was practically a living encyclopedia of Grey City.

She replied softly: "The Dawn's Hand is a high-ranking official of the Mage Association; only the Mage Association's leader or those above can command their respect."

Above, naturally, refers to Yueliangcheng.

Liv's eyebrow twitched: "So-called Moon Advisor?"

"It could be the Moon Advisor, or it could be some other purpose. After all, many people live above, and everyone has their own thoughts."

Liv nodded: "What you say is correct, but since they've come, they are our guests."

"Where are they now?"

"They're in the VIP rooms on the second floor; I've already sent Aya, Xixi, and Lanlan to keep them company, but the guests seem dissatisfied."

These are the three finest girls of Pleasure Sparrow; even they can't handle it, no wonder Lily came to report.

Liv thought for a moment, then said: "I understand; I'll handle this—you go attend to your duties."

"Yes, mistress."

The two had already reached the exit of the first-floor hall.

Liv did not rush out; she first conjured a full-body water mirror, carefully groomed herself, adjusted her facial expression, and then headed for the second-floor stairs.

Seeing this, Luosen knew Liv was preparing to personally take the stage.

He also noticed that this Pleasure Envoy had not only changed her outward appearance but also exhibited fine surges of source essence within her body.

When on the first floor, Liv was merely an ordinary beautiful woman—indeed very lovely and alluring, but far from top-tier.

To ordinary people she would be irresistible, but to Luosen, who was accustomed to top-tier beauties, she held almost no allure.

But upon reaching the second floor, she underwent a noticeable change, exuding an astonishing charm that made one's heart sway upon a glance, stirring a hidden yet fiery passion, as if one wished to die upon her belly.

Even Luosen, at first sight, found his mind and spirit uncontrollably swaying slightly.

But he quickly regained clarity and understood the cause.

"An allure spell condensed purely from source essence—its power is truly outrageous."

Even he, a true god who has ignited the divine fire, is noticeably affected, let alone mortals.

Using such a spell on mortals in the mundane world is practically cheating! "But isn't it a bit extravagant to cast spells using source essence?"

Given his rudimentary understanding of source essence, after casting a spell the source essence would be depleted—this is like using gold as stone; even the strongest god couldn't withstand such depletion.

With this question in mind, Luosen watched Liv enter the second-floor VIP room; he naturally did not follow inside, but his true god's eye pierced the thin wooden planks directly, revealing the interior.

Inside the room were two men, both appearing to be in their early thirties, and both were naked.

One was somewhat plump, with a hint of fawning on his face.

The other had an absolutely standard physique, with features even more refined than most women's; his expression was indifferent and languid, as if he had grown weary of the world.

There were also three young women, lavishing attention on the plump man while keeping their distance from the handsome man, as if an invisible thicket of thorns surrounded him.

A glance told Luosen that the handsome man looked young, but his soul was already over 400 years old.

His soul strength was also decent, having reached the seventeenth ring, while the Dawn's Hand beside him had only thirteenth ring strength—hence his fawning demeanor.

Before Liv entered the room, the plump man was trying every means to fawn, while the other remained silent, lying on the soft bed with a clearly impatient expression.

Then Liv entered the room.

Liv was somewhat tall, with a curvaceous figure; she wore a pure black fur robe that made her already snow-white skin appear even whiter than snow.

As she entered, the previously somewhat dim room seemed to brighten suddenly.

Both the plump man and the handsome man immediately turned their gazes toward Liv.

The plump man gaped, drool flowing from the corner of his mouth, forming a thin strand he was unaware of.

The handsome man's indifferent face also showed a hint of astonishment he could not conceal; his impatience vanished completely, and he actually spoke up: "Madam, may I ask your name?"

Liv bowed gracefully: "Liv."

As she spoke, she strolled to the center of the room and gave the three girls a subtle glance; they promptly understood and left the room.

Liv stood above the two men reclining on the soft bed, smiling narrowly at the handsome man: "Sir, I am a dedicated person; I am willing to serve only one man at a time."

The handsome man stared unblinkingly at Liv: "Ande, you leave." Ande said nothing, swiftly rose, clutching his clothes as he departed, not even daring to wear them inside the room.

The room now contained only Liv and the handsome man.

Liv took two steps forward, slightly lifted her skirt, stepped over the handsome man's body, and asked: "Sir, may I know your name?"

The handsome man was completely captivated by Liv; his languid indifference vanished entirely, replaced by ardent excitement,

"I am Alek; you may call me Alek."

"Mr. Alek, you are truly handsome and strong—simply a perfect man."

Liv flattered him, effortlessly toying with the self-proclaimed Alek in the palm of her hand.

Luosen stood in the hallway corner on the second floor, carefully observing the effects of Liv's source essence spell.

Moreover, he was very interested in this Alek, for at a glance he seemed to hail from Yueliangcheng, and his status there was surely not low.

Dear, take off these bothersome clothes; I want to get a good look at you.

Liv laughed hehe: "Dear Alai, I will certainly let you see me, but I have never seen such an extraordinary man as you; I really want to know where you come from."

Of course, I'm just curious; if you find it inconvenient, then forget it.

Alai had already been dazed by the source substance technique; at this point he was quite straightforward.

Nothing inconvenient; I come from Yueliangcheng, serving Count Gangtejin.

Count Gangtejin, sounds like a rare big shot.

Of course he's a big shot; he's one of the most trusted aides of Eternal Duke Samora, dear, I think I've said too much—you must promise me absolutely not to repeat these words to a third party.

Alai still ended up being a bit wary, though it hardly made a difference.

But even this bit of wariness,

Oh dear, how can there be someone as irresistibly wonderful as you in the world? I'm practically going crazy!

This Alai, who has lived 400 years, is definitely an elite of Yueliangcheng.

And yet such an elite had his mental defenses completely shattered in less than half an hour by a true god apostle.

For mortals to defy a true god is indeed delusional.

No wonder the 23-ring Eternal powerhouse Antuowanji would completely fall.

At the same time, Luosen also figured out the details of Liv's technique in using source substance.

Liv lacks the ability to perceive source substance; she is using a true god artifact to cast source substance technique, so this should be considered a core divine technique granted by The Joyful One.

This divine technique uses source substance and also consumes it, but the consumption is minimal while the effect is overwhelmingly powerful beyond mortal comprehension.

In terms of cost-effectiveness, this consumption is still worthwhile.

At the same time, Luosen also discovered something.

Source substance gathered from different divine aspects has completely different attributes.

My source substance simply cannot produce such a strong charm effect.

This means each god's source substance is unique, and the core divine technique they grant is also unique.

It seems my core divine technique must be created by myself, and it must relate to creation, battle, and the sun.

From this perspective, no god is omnipotent.

A pantheon formed from multiple gods becomes a necessity for facing challenges.

As he pondered, the joyful game in the room also entered its finale.

Exhausted, Alai finally couldn't hold on and fell into a deep sleep.

Liv, however, remained radiant, her complexion flushed.

She had already thoroughly investigated Alai's background and reaped a loyal follower at her feet.

While she was cleaning up the mess, Luosen pushed the door and entered.

Liv jumped: "Your Majesty, how did you come here?"

Luosen looked at the mess under the black fur and teased: "This guy gave you his brains."

Liv didn't shy away from Luosen's gaze, chuckling: "Who says it isn't?"

The effect of her source substance charm technique hadn't ended; while speaking, she didn't forget to show Luosen her astonishing allure.

Luosen felt no inner turmoil, but to conceal the divine fire deep in his soul, he stared blankly for a moment, then shook his head, looking wary.

"Liv, don't use that damned divine technique on me; it's useless!"

Liv laughed hehe, meanwhile putting aside her probing thoughts: "Your Majesty, what do you need from me?"

Luosen turned serious: "I want to create a false identity and infiltrate the Dawn's Hand to investigate the situation."

"This is simple; disguise yourself as Dawn's Hand Ande—how about that?"

"Good idea."

(End of chapter)