I'm a forest ranger, why would I enslave a succubus?

Chapter 624 Desire for Desire and Terry's Conjecture
late at night.

The barbecue and bonfire party came to an end.

Rod returned to the ranger's cabin.

He lay half-reclined on the headboard and took out the letter from Ona, the rabbit-woman, once again.

Strictly speaking, this wasn't even written by Ona.

Instead, it was written by a subordinate of the Containment Department of the Magic Control Alliance; perhaps she simply wanted to use Ona's name to get Rhodes to read the letter as soon as possible.

"Are the dwarves in rebellion?"

According to the letter.

The dwarven artisans of the Magic Control Alliance collectively defected and, with the assistance of [Loch's Heart], attacked the Containment Department, stealing and releasing a large number of dangerous containment objects.

As the deputy head of the containment department, Ona naturally remained on duty there until her client, the vampire king Yulia, returned.

She was the first to be hit by the dwarven craftsmen's defection, and was seriously injured, remaining unconscious to this day.

Rhodes also saw [Locke's Heart].

It was a brass machine that spewed steam, mainly used to assist the employees of Magic Control Alliance in handling increasingly heavy workloads.

He remembered that at the beginning, the Magic Control Alliance didn't think much of this thing.

However, as the dwarven artisans perfected their methods, this information processing center became involved in everything from the [teleportation] that the Magic Control Alliance relied on for survival to estimating the level of magical disasters and the appropriate rewards.

This is not.

The brass spirit-detecting ball in Rhodes's hand was a product obtained by the dwarves with the help of the Heart of Locke.

The number of dangerous magical disaster containment items in the Containment Department has unexpectedly decreased significantly thanks to its regulation and intelligent alerts, and it is now ready for large-scale use.

It is precisely because of the deep involvement of [Rock Heart] that this has occurred.

The containment department was reportedly breached in less than 10 minutes from the initial attack!

At the same time, because the dwarves took away its central structure, the Magic Control Alliance's [Extreme Teleportation] artifact completely stopped working!

This directly resulted in the inability to catch up with them.

This is why the letter warned Rhodes not to use any dwarven artifacts.
Strictly speaking, you should not use items that involve [Loco's Heart].

"So, what is the purpose?"

Rod didn't quite understand.

Dwarven artisans hold a fairly good position within the Magic Control Alliance, and their artifacts command extremely high prices, giving them the right to set their own prices.

Just look at Selena's brass prosthetics.

As far as he knew, the dwarves had not signed any indenture or similar contracts with the Magic Control Alliance.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk-"

There was a knock on the door.

Without looking up, Rhodes said, "Come in."

The fluorescent light from the trees outside illuminated the petite Terry, who stood pitifully at the doorway, too afraid to come in.

"Owner."

“You’ve already eaten your portion this morning, Terry, haven’t you?”

"Terry feels a tightness in her chest, and a little dizzy; she doesn't feel well."

Rhodes glanced at it.

Seeing her hesitant expression and pale face.

He didn't say anything; he had originally planned to call this mischievous fellow over to stay overnight for observation.

I wonder if that "abstinence pill" will have any side effects if a succubus takes it.

"Rest here tonight."

"Hey hey hey"

Terry let out a weak laugh of triumph, then closed the door and curled up on the animal-skin sofa where Rod usually sat.

"Come and sleep here."

Rod patted the empty space on the bed.

The girl was slightly taken aback. Seeing that her master didn't seem to be joking, and fearing that he might change his mind, she immediately rushed over and took her place on the bed.

But I still don't dare to put it on.

Curled up on the pillow embroidered with the word "struggle," her lips were pale, and she stared at Rhodes with a silly grin. It was only when Rhodes pulled her into his arms that she hugged him tightly in surprise.

The succubus's body was cold.

There are also obvious fluctuations in the spiritual activity within the body.

If Calliste hadn't diagnosed that there wasn't anything seriously wrong, he would have really thought the guy was seriously injured.

"Will you still be naughty in the future? You got what you deserved."

"If Master is always this gentle in the future, Terry will always get hurt~~"

Perhaps the effects of the abstinence pill are taking hold.

During the embrace, Terry surprisingly refrained from making any physical contact, simply burying her face in Rod's neck, her breath tickling him.

Rod patted her back, and she wasn't as overly sensitive as before, trembling with each step.

It was unbelievably calm.

Well.
Is Terry without desires?
What will it be like?
"The master is still reading this letter."

Terry turned her head, her forehead brushing against her face, and saw the letter in Rhodes' hand.

"Well, I'm just curious about the dwarves' purpose."

“Terry might know.”

"Oh?"

Rod looked curiously at the petite little girl curled up in his arms.

She was wearing a loose tank top and shorts, and as she rubbed against Rod's abs, she lifted her clothes, revealing large expanses of her snow-white skin pressed against his.

Their long, slender, and smooth thighs intertwined, yet there wasn't the slightest movement; it was unbelievably clean.

Terry did not ask for a reward as usual.

While playing with Rod's hand, he dozed off and said:
"The dwarven artisans are arrogant, advocating extreme rationality and rejecting any form of deity worship, probably even after the appearance of the goddess of magic. Didn't I mention that my aunt used to hunt in the dwarven lands? She said that the dwarven artisans would tell you some conjectures about mechanical reproduction while joking around, which could put people to sleep."

"I guess, just as the Bahadur Magic Academy yearns for the [Magical Singularity], the dwarves, who are not good at magic, also hope to create a [Technological Singularity] that will lead to an explosive growth in technology, like that [Locke's Heart]."

"And the goddess of magic, Mystra, has lifted the magic net to protect the real dimension, and has also granted all mages such great convenience as [spell slots]. Perhaps this is a magical singularity? I don't quite understand."

Rhodes understood.

"You mean the dwarves want to imitate Mystra?"

"It's disrespectful to address a deity by her given name, as she is the mistress of magic."

Terri nodded, calm and composed, and then said:
"They admire extreme rationality. The Locke Heart is a completely controllable machine and computing center for them, and the 'gods' created from it are their 'technological singularity'."

"Mechanical God."

"Dwarves who don't believe in magic or gods attempt to manipulate divine power through mechanical and computational means—an extremely arrogant race unlike their kind appearance. Of course, this is just a little bit of Terry's speculation~~"

Terry nodded with a sweet smile, already feeling drowsy.

Rod patted her head and laughed, "You seem to have gotten a lot smarter."

"Terry has always been very smart."

She spoke haltingly, and her eyes were too heavy to open.

"Go to sleep."

"it is good"

The next morning.

Sunlight streamed into the room.

Rod opened his eyes and saw Terry sitting gracefully on the edge of the bed, dressed neatly.

There was no hint of coquetry on her face, and her chest was flat.

Her expression was incredibly clean and pure as she stared straight at Rod's face.

Good morning, Terry.

Terry's face turned bright red instantly.

She quickly climbed off the bed, covering her loose neckline to prevent herself from being exposed, and bowed deeply.

Good morning, Master.

"Well"

(End of this chapter)