Chapter 1359: Chapter 86: The Villa (Part 2)
Chapter 1359: Chapter 86: The Villa (Part 2)
[Unhuman Domain], Headquarters of the Magician’s Association.
The Audwin’s Dragon floating high in the sky occasionally let out dissatisfied murmurs—the most evil knight was still stepping on it, while also abducting the Sword Saint’s granddaughter.
Looking at the crowd surrounding the Headquarters of the Magician’s Association below, the young witch couldn’t help but gasp in surprise, curiously asking, “Is today a Magician’s Association open day or something, why are there so many people?”
Of course, her question didn’t receive any response… Farael just kept his eyes fixed on the two-hundredth floor of the headquarters’ tower, suddenly saying, “Dazzle is not here, and neither is Secret Steel.”
The titles of the Tower Masters were known to the young witch—probably, in the [Unhuman Domain], there wouldn’t be anyone unaware of the titles of the Association’s Tower Masters.
“How do you know?” Miss Gillian couldn’t help but ask curiously.
“When the level of power arrives, you can naturally feel it.” Farael’s statement still struck this Mind Witch quite a blow… Even if she couldn’t compare with these centuries-old monsters, she at least believed she wasn’t too shabby among the new generation.
Even if she’s not outstanding, she’s at least above the average line…
They use the great war from a hundred years ago as a dividing point, calling all who grew up afterward the new generation.
The Sword Saint’s granddaughter hugged a pillow nervously, opening her mouth to speak several times but unable to say anything, though she could vaguely glean some things from the conversation between Farael and the Mind Witch.
The two mentioned the Hundred-Year War… and spoke of them coming back and such.
Though she wasn’t from that era, as the Sword Saint’s granddaughter, she was somewhat aware of the history from a hundred years ago… In general, she’d know more than the ordinary new generation.
It seemed that… a hundred years ago, the enemy that her grandfather, the commander of the allied forces, dealt with might have appeared once again?
“Knight… Lord Farael.” The Sword Saint’s granddaughter finally mustered enough courage to speak softly, “May I ask if… I can go home?”
Farael turned his head to look her over, and the Sword Saint’s granddaughter immediately tensed up, even avoiding his gaze.
Farael said, “You need to inherit your grandfather’s responsibility. Back then, he was our commander… Even if you can’t assume command, as his descendant, you still can’t back down, tarnishing the name of Roland the Sword Saint.”
“I…” The Sword Saint’s granddaughter… Leia pursed her lips, her voice growing even smaller, “I… I really don’t…”
Farael abruptly moved forward and slapped Leia across the face with a swing of his hand—smack!
Probably no one expected him to suddenly strike this plump girl with a slap—anyway, the young witch was so shocked her jaw almost dropped.
“I don’t need the weak or the unconfident.” Looking at the girl holding her cheek, helpless, terrified, and aggrieved, Farael’s heart was like steel, “I don’t care about your feelings, if another you is more fitting, then I will take another you… Right now, whether you live or die, exist or disappear, doesn’t matter, or you can vanish now if you want. All I need is your ability. I won’t be a life coach for you, helping you get rid of anything, instead, bring out the swordsman’s spirit you had when you pointed your sword at me.”
This… is really hardcore?
The young witch swallowed once, cursing this old guy as a lunatic in her heart.
Leia bowed her head deeply, clutching her body pillow and trembling lightly… Yet it made the Audwin’s Dragon unable to bear it, angrily rebuking, “Old madman! Aren’t you going too far! At the very least consider Leia’s feelings, what do you know!”
Farael said calmly, “I don’t need to know anything, everyone in the world bears different burdens, no one is particularly special. Except for children, no one is naturally cared for.”
“You!!”
“Change course!” Farael snorted coldly, pressing down slightly with his foot, forcing the airborne Audwin’s Dragon to descend a bit, “To the Orc Territory!”
“I won’t go!” The Black Dragon was also furious at this time.
Without another word, Farael reached out and grabbed, forming a longsword of air in his palm as he swiftly sliced it across the dragon’s back.
The robust dragon scales cracked instantly, with a wound at least two meters long appearing on the dragon’s back, flesh torn… Audwin couldn’t help but let out a painful roar.
The dragon’s roar instantly caught the attention of the crowd below… But when the [Unhumans] on the ground looked up, they only saw a tail of airflow forming in the clouds.
“Just now… it seemed like a dragon’s roar?”
“Has the Golden Dragon come again??”
“Open the door! Open the door!!! My losses haven’t been registered yet!! Association’s business monkeys! Don’t force me to steal your wives!! Come out!!”
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Association Headquarters, two-hundredth floor.
The Secret Art Tower of the Magician’s Association currently has a total of five Tower Masters, namely the First Tower Master Dazzle, the Crimson Flame Tower Master, the Icecold Tower Master, the Thunder Tower Master, and the Secret Steel Tower Master, who was promoted due to achievements.
Currently, the Crimson Flame Tower Master and the Icecold Tower Master, who were put in confinement by the First Tower Master for causing a disturbance in a meeting, are still in confinement, while the First Tower Master and the Secret Steel Tower Master are nowhere to be found. Inside the Secret Art Tower, only the Thunder Tower Master is left in charge of duties.
This Thunder Tower Master has witnessed the prosperity of the Magician’s Association over the centuries and has experienced several internal upheavals since its inception to the completion of the [Unhuman Domain]’s construction and the move into this domain.
The positions of Tower Masters have always changed, but this Thunder Tower Master has never changed over so many years.
In the large room, through the circular floor-to-ceiling windows, the Thunder Tower Master gazed at the night sky outside, “This sound… seems like Roland’s dragon?”
Shaking his head… this seasoned Thunder Tower Master, for some reason, had a sense of an ill omen brewing—perhaps it was the sixth sense of the high-level [Non-Humans], an elusive feeling.
He looked at the crowd gathering below, feeling a headache coming on… Instead of dealing with these matters, he’d rather be home telling bedtime stories to put his granddaughter to sleep.
“These young folks, don’t show any consideration for the elderly at all…” sighed the Thunder Tower Master, then waved his hand, whispering, “Brew me a pot of coffee… who’s there?”
This Thunder Tower Master, still in his prime, quickly reacted upon sensing an intruder… A magic wand slipped from his sleeve, then grasped in his hand—turning swiftly, the wand pointed forth.
In an instant, lightning shot from the wand, transforming into a tree of thunder… the serrated and branched lightning covered every corner of the room!
Wherever the lightning couldn’t reach, it soon appeared!
In the corner, the ground seemed to collapse, and as the branches of the thunder tree extended there, they were absorbed directly… Then, the surrounding space started to become three-dimensional.
As if inserting dozens of prisms… these mirrors then shattered, scattering fragments.
In the blink of an eye, the thunder tree completely withered, causing the Thunder Tower Master to take two steps back.
His face showed slight shock, yet he steadied his emotions… Looking at the source of the space anomaly, the Thunder Tower Master furrowed his brow, then seemed to recall something, as his expression suddenly changed in shock, “You… are not dead yet?”
Mirrors scattered on the ground suddenly gathered at this space anomaly… They converged, like a bundle of crushed glass.
Then, a figure began to emerge.
When this figure fully appeared… the Thunder Tower Master’s gaze turned into a panic, quickly raising his magic wand.
But… light.
A bright light instantly enveloped the whole illumination—it passed through the flower window here, shot outside the tower, alarming everyone on the ground below the two-hundredth floor.
When the magicians in the tower hurriedly knocked open the Thunder Tower Master’s office, they saw the Thunder Tower Master standing with his hands behind his back, facing the window.
“Tower Master, just now?”
“It’s nothing, I just thought of a magic technique and casually tested it.” Thunder Tower Master did not turn around, simply giving a brief explanation.
“I see…” The magician nodded, not suspecting anything, and continued, “By the way, did you call me earlier? I seemed to hear your voice transmission…”
Thunder Tower Master slowly turned around with a smile on his face, saying, “Oh, I just wanted you to make a pot of coffee for me.”
“Alright! I’ll do it right away!”
After the magician left and closed the door, the smile on Thunder Tower Master’s face vanished… He glanced around the room, walking past the desk, and slowly brushed his hand along the edge of the desk.
He closed his eyes as if sensing something and murmured to himself, “It’s been a while since I came back here…”
He slowly stretched out his hand… a light orb gradually floated from his palm.
The light orb quivered, occasionally brushing over a face filled with anger and fear… Thunder Tower Master’s face.
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Not only did the little butterfly monster place the unconscious woman, who had fainted from being drained of blood, on the sofa, but the hardworking little butterfly monster also placed the Golden Dragon, who had been hammered into unconsciousness by Sister Long, on the sofa as well.
In the living room, the little butterfly monster found some water… used to doing care work, the little butterfly monster thought for a moment, then washed two rags and began wiping the faces of the woman and the Golden Dragon.
At this moment, Long Xiruo’s voice suddenly sounded in her ears.
“Sister Long!”
“I’ve checked this house, nothing special.” Long Xiruo’s voice was very clear, “By the way, I found a good place, come over!”
“What place?”
“A super large bathroom… the water temperature is just right, it seems specially prepared for someone—remember Fafnir’s perversion earlier? I think maybe this guy prepared it for himself.”
“Does Mr. Fafnir live here?” Luo Pianqian was taken aback.
“Who knows, maybe it’s cuckoo occupying the nest… This guy may not excel in other things, but he loves beauty and cleanliness a lot. After causing trouble all day, not only did he blow up his place but also came here to eat and take things… Well, whether you want to come over or not? If not, wait for me in the living room for a while.”
“Oh… Wait for me!” Luo Pianqian quickly said.
Females… seem unable to resist the temptation of bathing—especially after a long and tiring day.
The inner border of the living room directly opened up a small hole, and the little butterfly monster passed through swiftly. Soon, she arrived at the location of the bathroom as mentioned by Long Xiruo.
Opening the door and entering, she saw the bathroom filled with steam… resembling a small swimming pool. Long Xiruo was already sitting at the edge, soaking her body, and showing a satisfied expression.
“Ah… It feels like being reborn.” The true dragon from China stretched her neck and looked at the butterfly monster, saying, “What are you standing there for, come down.”
“Oh oh!”
With that, the little butterfly monster grabbed the bottom of her clothes with both hands and flipped them upwards… She placed the folded clothes aside, and with a joyful laugh, she ran a few steps quickly and directly jumped into the pool.
Splashes flew everywhere, and she delightedly played like a child in the water.
“Really, is it that exciting?” Long Xiruo leaned her chin on her hand, her gaze turning gentle.
In the water, the little butterfly monster swam doggy paddle style, and upon hearing this, said, “Because it’s the first time soaking with Sister Long! I’ve never tried it while at the hospital.”
The true dragon from China clicked her tongue, “Sorry for my hospital’s bathroom only having a small bathtub!”
“I-I didn’t mean that! It’s not… I meant…”
“Just teasing you, silly girl.” Long Xiruo smiled warmly, then turned around, showing her smooth back, “Come over and scrub for me, my shoulders feel heavy recently… seems I’ve reached the age of being stressed.”
“Alright!”
Swimming to Long Xiruo’s back, the little butterfly monster easily found a towel for scrubbing, various shampoos, and for some unknown reason, a basin filled with a transparent viscous liquid.
“What is this?” The little butterfly monster used her fingers to scoop a bit of the viscous liquid from the basin—the liquid formed a strand, transforming into crystal-like silk thread.
The true dragon lounging on the pool edge glanced at it and instinctively said, “Collagen lubricant, isn’t it often in those bathhouse films, used on the body.”
“What are bathhouse films?” The little butterfly monster blinked.
“…It’s an alternative teaching video for massage therapy.” The true dragon from China answered without blushing or skipping a beat, “I’ll teach you when you’re older.”
“Hmm?” The little butterfly monster tilted her head to think for a moment, rubbing the slippery liquid on her fingertips, then grasping a handful, she directly smeared it on the true dragon’s back, “Is it like this?”
The cool sensation made this dragon tremble all over.
“Don’t rub it on me!” Long Xiruo shouted uncomfortably, “It’s meant to be applied to the person massaging!”
“Is that so?” Upon hearing, the little butterfly monster grabbed another handful of lubricant and began rubbing it on herself… Her fair skin seemed coated with a thin crystal layer, she tried rubbing her body with her hands and giggled, “Wow, so slippery, it’s fun! Sister Long, try it too!”
With that said, before the true dragon could react, the little butterfly monster hugged her… The trembling body instantly pressed tightly together.
A rather subtle feeling made this dragon shiver again… Is this what could be called innate talent learning?
“Hehe, itchy, feels good…”
“Damn it… Don’t touch there!!”
“Are you ticklish, Sister Long?”
“Hmm~~ Pianqian, it seems you’ve forgotten the terror of being dominated by the Dragon Claw Hand… Offend me, and you still want to escape?! Secret Technique, Forty-Eight Hands!”
“Hmm?? Chirp!”
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“That’s quite a haul today.”
In front of the villa, holding a bouquet of Austin Roses in her hands, the maid Ms. Ren smiled.
At the door, Boss Luo paused his steps and smiled, “Hmm… It’s lively inside.”
The maid Ms. Ren upon hearing, listened carefully… Though lacking perception, her hearing did not diminish and she heard those faint sounds. Ms. Ren lightly covered her mouth with her hand, “Oh my, seems like… it really is.”