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Chapter 259 Eileen's Thanks (Are you sure it wasn't a request?)
As the aftershocks of the battle subsided, Wang Feng raised his hand and released a gentle, healing light.

The super-level healing magic "Divine Blessing?" transformed into countless points of light, slowly merging into the crimson dragon's battered body.

Those deep, bone-revealing wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the shed dragon scales regrowed.

Thank you, humanity.

The deep dragon language echoed directly in Wang Feng's mind, carrying the unique spiritual fluctuations of the ancient red dragon clan.

“No need to be so polite,” Wang Feng said, withdrawing his magic. “This was all at Eileen’s request. Although the altar has been destroyed, it will probably take a long time for Dragon Valley to recover.”

Upon mentioning Eileen, the Crimson Dragon's eyes softened noticeably: "Please tell her that Dragon Valley has suffered a severe blow and will be unable to provide her with any assistance for the next few decades."

Wang Feng raised an eyebrow—good heavens, it turns out that Eileen and this Crimson Dragon Emperor really did have a private deal!
"I will definitely bring it." Wang Feng waved his hand and returned the Azure Dragon to the contract space.

Then, he gathered chaotic power in his right fist and blasted open a spatial rift with a simple and brutal motion, stepping into it with a flourish.

...

"Why aren't they back yet? Could something have happened?" Lingling nestled against the soft fur of the wolf, her little hand unconsciously tugging at a tuft of wolf fur.

Silver Wolf grinned, but considerately remained still.

Apas leaned back on the rock, idly playing with a strand of hair: "Worried about that scourge? I'd rather worry about whether the sun will rise in the west tomorrow."

She curled her lip. "There's probably no one in this world capable of killing that guy yet—"

"Crack!"

A spatial rift suddenly tore open in front of them without warning.

Wang Feng strode out with an air of nonchalance, his robes without a single wrinkle.

"Who was cursing me just now?" He glanced at the two of them with a half-smile.

Apas immediately turned her face away: "Who, who has that kind of free time?"

Lingling rushed forward: "Are you alright? Should we go deeper?"

"That's it for today." Wang Feng casually pinched her little nose. "The Crimson Messenger and the Corruption Messenger are all wiped out. The crisis in Dragon Valley is over."

Seeing the girl's wide, almond-shaped eyes, he chuckled, "I told you it was a piece of cake."

With a whistle, they instantly bent down in perfect unison.

Wang Feng lifted the two girls onto the wolf's back, while he strolled ahead leisurely.

……

The sun is setting outside Dragon Valley.

“Your Grace, please return to your residence and rest,” a British royal magistrate said respectfully. “I will inform you immediately if they emerge.”

Eileen lowered her eyes and nodded slowly.

Just as she was about to get up, a strange noise suddenly came from the entrance of Dragon Valley.

The mage squad guarding the entrance instantly went into battle mode, each of them surging with magical energy and radiating various magical lights, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

"Don't be nervous, it's us."

Wang Feng was the first to step out of Dragon Valley, raising his hand to shield himself from the blinding magical light.

Behind her, Lingling rubbed her sleepy eyes and climbed off Shana's back, while Apas brushed the dust off her skirt with a look of disgust.

"Wang Feng!" Eileen rushed forward, her golden eyes filled with concern. "How are you? Are you alright?"

Wang Feng glanced at the group of mages standing guard around him: "Shall we say it here?"

Eileen then realized her lapse in decorum, cleared her throat, and regained her Duke-like composure: "I apologize, I was being presumptuous."

She turned to Lingling and Apas and smiled, "Please come with me, a place to rest has been prepared for you."

...Following Eileen to her other estate, which was much simpler than the main estate.

In the center of the small garden stands a white villa, clearly a place for temporary rest.

Although small in scale, it was fully equipped with butlers, maids and other servants, and the interior decoration maintained the exquisite style that the Victoria family had always been known for.

In the private meeting room, Eileen personally poured Wang Feng a cup of Darjeeling tea.

"What's the situation at Dragon Valley?" she asked softly, her golden eyes filled with worry.

Wang Feng took a sip of tea: "It's the crimson corruption of the dark dimension at work."

"The Dark Dimension?!" Eileen's teaspoon clattered onto the porcelain plate.

“Don’t worry,” Wang Feng put down his teacup. “The Crimson Dragon is safe and sound, and I have also eliminated the source of the crimson corruption. In time, Dragon Valley will recover.”

He paused, then continued, "Oh, by the way, the Crimson Dragon asked me to tell you—"

Dragon Nest has suffered a severe blow and may be unable to provide you with assistance for decades to come.

Upon hearing this, Eileen's tense shoulders visibly relaxed.

She smiled slightly, her golden eyes looking directly at Wang Feng: "This favor is too great. Tell me, what do you want? The Victoria family will grant you any request."

Wang Feng stroked the newly sprouted stubble on his chin and suddenly laughed, "What if I said... I want you?"

Eileen's golden eyes widened slightly, revealing surprise, before blossoming into a radiant smile.

She rose gracefully, her gown swirling in a beautiful arc on the carpet.

"You want me?" Her voice was as deep and melodious as a cello.

Wang Feng met her gaze calmly: "A beautiful and noble woman like Miss Eileen would make any normal man's heart flutter. Of course, if you..."

His words suddenly froze.

Eileen's slender fingers slowly untied the pearl belt around her waist, and the Victorian dress slid to the ground like flowing water.

The morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, gilding her perfect curves with a golden edge.

"Eileen?" Wang Feng's pupils contracted slightly as he felt the sudden soft touch.

She straddled his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck like water snakes.

"Do you think I'm frivolous?" His warm breath carried the distinctive bergamot aroma of Darjeeling tea.

“No, that’s not it.” Wang Feng’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he glanced at the huge floor-to-ceiling window out of the corner of his eye.

Although the privacy provided by this one-way glass was known, the gardener's figure trimming the shrubs was still clearly visible—this thrill of being discovered at any moment made the air feel scorching.

“Actually,” Eileen suddenly flashed the rebellious smile she had during the treasure hunt, her golden eyes sparkling with a mischievous gleam, “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”

Wang Feng understood instantly.

The Grand Duke of Victoria is enjoying the perverse pleasure of defying family rules, just as he did when he indulged in the treasure hunt years ago.

“Until this morning,” she whispered in his ear, her hair falling around his neck, “I finally found a man with whom I can share this feeling.”

This can no longer be considered a hint, can it?
Wang Feng chuckled softly, raising his hand to brush away her loose blonde hair: "I hope you won't regret it."

"I, Eileen, will never regret anything I have done."

Eileen gently stroked Wang Feng's cheek and smiled, "Wang Feng, please... give the Victoria family an heir."

"as you wish!"

Wang Feng kissed Eileen's bright red lips.

The last piece of cover slipped to the ground, and the two figures gradually merged in the morning light.
(End of this chapter)