Chapter 662: Inside and Outside the Door

Lugano didn't delay for a moment, propped up his body, ran to the side of the fallen horse, and seriously began to check.

After a few seconds, he shouted regretfully:

"It's already dead!"

This horse was really not lucky enough. At a distance of over a hundred meters, it was hit by stray bullets twice—one shot in the side of the body and one shot right in the head. It was already dead beyond dead.

In comparison, the coachman was fine, at most scraping a bit of skin while rolling.

Lu Mian glanced at Colobo, who was facing away from them and seemed to be still guarding against possible attacks from deep in the woods, took Ludwig, who had climbed out of the carriage, and walked to the side of the dead horse that was still bleeding.

"Stop the bleeding for it," Lu Mian ordered Lugano.

It's already dead like this, why stop the bleeding? Although Lugano didn't understand, he still stretched out his palm, which was flickering with a faint light.

Only after both wounds on the dead horse had shrunk and closed did Lu Mian turn his head to Ludwig and say:

"It's your turn."

Ludwig, wearing children's formal wear, nodded gently.

He also stretched out his right palm, grasped the dead horse with five fingers from a distance, and slowly lifted it up.

The horse's corpse, which was covered in blood, suddenly stood up, and the overturned carriage also moved slightly.

Seeing this scene, Camus nodded imperceptibly:

Is this child from the "God of Death" pathway, or the "Prisoner" pathway?

But there is neither a cold aura nor a sense of a corpse...

After Lugano lifted the carriage upright, the horse's corpse, existing in an undead state, continued to pull the five of them toward Tizamo Town.

By noon, Lu Mian saw their destination.

It was a small town half-surrounded by rubber trees, soapberry trees, laurel trees, and others. Several plantations were scattered along the rammed-earth road that had been opened up, and the air was filled with the scent of different spices and the tempting smell of roasted meat.

The buildings in Tizamo all had their own characteristics. Except for the church of the "Eternal Blazing Sun," which could be seen to have a clear Northern Continent style, the rest were West Balam-style houses supported by wooden stakes, stone pillars, etc., with the bottom layer deliberately left empty.

This is because in many areas of West Balam, the air is humid, the rain is abundant, and there are often situations where water flows overflow and stagnant water remains.

Watching the people busy with their own affairs in the plantations and the town, Lu Mian walked down from the four-wheeled, four-seater carriage.

…………

Trier, Memorial District, 9 Orosai Street, Apartment 702.

Franca lay on a rocking chair, rocking gently while recalling what happened yesterday.

After Jenna got up in the morning, she went straight out to the street to buy meat, vegetables, fruits, and bread, making Franca feel as if she had had a spring dream and had hallucinations.

"Why did she suddenly come to volunteer to help me digest the potion? Compared to most Trier people, she is definitely conservative...

"And, so direct, so straightforward, it almost scared me out of any desire. Normally, shouldn't one first create some ambiguity and cultivate the atmosphere? By then, even if she didn't take the initiative, I wouldn't be able to hold back..." Franca became more and more confused the more she thought about it, feeling that this was not something Jenna would do.

When she recalled Jenna's past experiences and behaviors, she found no problem:

This is exactly what Jenna would do!

"Jenna has a temperament that can go all out, or rather, a personality...

"Before, when the flamboyant female singer who helped her was raped by Margot and became mentally deranged and admitted to an asylum, she was truly willing to go all out to assassinate Margot to help her friend get revenge. For this, she even borrowed the 'Assassin' potion from me when her own economic situation was very tight, and firmly became a Beyonder...

"When attending the banquet of Hugues de Watteau, facing the councilor who was under the dual protection of official Beyonders and evil god Blessed, she could also go all out, completely ignoring what kind of ending she would have, and killed the bastard who brought disaster to her family in the market district on the spot...

"In her heart, I should still be more important than that flamboyant girlfriend. Suddenly going all out and directly finding me to propose helping me digest the potion is indeed something she can do...

"And, sigh, this is definitely not a temporary impulse. She asked me several times before how the 'Pleasure' potion was digesting and if I had an object for pleasure, and even recommended Lu Mian...

"She discovered that I hadn't found a new object for pleasure and was only superficially open-minded. Yesterday, after being stimulated by Lu Mian advancing to Sequence 5, she felt it was necessary to help her most important friend, so she went all out...

"This doesn't seem enough. Just because of this, Jenna wouldn't go so far as to make the determination to sacrifice her body. Sigh, sacrifice...

"Could it be, could it be that she discovered long ago that I secretly like her, and that I don't find a new object for pleasure because of her, and felt that she was the one affecting my digestion of the 'Pleasure' potion, so she went all out?

"Yes! It must be like this. Only like this would she truly go all out.

"Ahhh! Why can't I find a single component of love?"

Franca wailed in her heart.

If she had known it would be like this, she felt she might as well have gathered her courage and thickened her skin to find Lu Mian for help. That way, at least she wouldn't be as conflicted and painful as she was now.

Of course, she didn't find a new object for pleasure, and there was indeed a large part of the reason that she cared about Jenna's opinion.

She became Gardner Martin's lover and shared his lovers before she knew Jenna. There was no way to change it, so she continued.

After Gardner Martin died, she said she wanted to let Blanche experience true pleasure and wanted to participate in that witch's female pleasure party, but it was more just talk. She was a little expectant because of the novelty, but if Blanche really agreed suddenly, she would instead hesitate and might find excuses to push it off.

She didn't want to leave a dissolute image in Jenna's heart.

Simply put, her answer to the question "Is there really no one in this world you care about?" had changed, so she hesitated in finding a new object for pleasure.

"Jenna has no substantial experience and doesn't know how to play the step-by-step ambiguity in rolling on the sheets. She can only return to the straightforward seduction of her 'little bitch' identity, but she doesn't want to deceive my feelings and make me fall deeper, so she had yesterday's performance.

"Fortunately, her mind is still relatively clear. She didn't find a lover to make me give up, so I could truly seek a new object for pleasure. Hmm, she might feel that this is giving long-term pain instead of continuous pleasure, which would instead hinder my digestion of the potion..." After Franca figured out the whole thing, she was even more depressed.

……

In the stairwell leading to Apartment 702.

Jenna was holding a bag of bread and carrying a basket containing beef, vegetables, and fruits, stopping and not moving forward, somewhat resisting going back.

As soon as she recalled what happened yesterday, she blushed and felt hot, not knowing how to face Franca.

When she was a flamboyant female singer before, she had seen others being affectionate and felt it was just like that. Although it was quite stimulating, she felt she should be able to endure it.

Who would have thought that after truly experiencing it, she would find that pleasure makes people sink.

Haa... Jenna took several deep breaths in a row, trying hard to calm herself down.

What she was worried about now was how to get along with Franca next:

"Wait a minute, should I pretend that nothing happened and face Franca with a normal attitude, or be a bit more cheerful and take the initiative to mention what happened yesterday, showing that it's no big deal, so Franca doesn't have to mind?

"But would that make Franca sad? She needs to digest the 'Pleasure' potion now...

"And, one pleasure is definitely not enough. I must get along with her as a lover for a period of time...

"Tonight, should I continue to seduce her like yesterday, or wait for her to take the initiative?

"Fuck, so annoying!"

Jenna felt that this kind of thing was more annoying than assassinating powerful figures. Whether it was wanting to avenge Margot or assassinating Hugues de Watteau, what she thought was that at worst she would die, and she didn't need to care about other problems. And now, this matter obviously didn't reach the level of making her lose her life, and the subsequent troubles would be continuous and last for a long time.

Thinking that there were still many detailed problems to deal with later and that she had to actively maintain a physical relationship with Franca, Jenna was so annoyed that she wished she could go and assassinate that Minister of Industry, Moran Avigny, alone right now.

After taking a few more deep breaths and adjusting her emotions, Jenna analyzed from the perspective of a drama actor what kind of performance she should have to make Franca more willing to accept subsequent pleasure.

She had already taken the first step and gone all out, so she was definitely not willing to give up now, planning to let the relationship between the two continue until Franca digested the "Pleasure" potion.

After figuring out what to do next, Jenna curled her lips and revealed a faint smile.

She held the bread, carried the ingredients, and climbed the stairs with light steps, returning to Apartment 702.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Franca jump up from the rocking chair like a conditioned reflex, piling up a smile and saying with trepidation:

"You're back?"

Jenna was amused by Franca's performance and sighed in her heart at the same time:

If, if you didn't want to become lovers, how good that would be...

Jenna walked to the dining table without changing her expression, put down the things in her hand, and then glared at Franca:

"Still not coming to help!"

"Okay, okay." Franca hurriedly greeted her.

Seeing that Jenna was neither reserved nor distant, and hadn't returned to her normal attitude, she felt inexplicably better, and even began to look forward to the arrival of the night.

…………

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.

The juice of a piece of beef dripped onto the fire, turning into smoke and rising, mixing with the smell of spices, making Ludwig swallow several mouthfuls of saliva in a row.

But this little boy was very patient, didn't urge, and waited for the beef to be grilled to the best state.

Lu Mian turned his body and looked toward a three-story building diagonally opposite this restaurant.

That yellowish-brown house was exactly the former residence rebuilt by "Siso" Tevanaco.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 663 =====