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

Chapter 642 Museums and Medlin

This is clearly a semi-open room in the White Spire Palace.

The walls were snow-white.

The minimalist paintings, displayed in an almost excessively flamboyant style, showcased various ethnically distinctive artifacts unearthed from the archaeological site.

The descriptions below all state that these are tools used by the ancestors of the Protoss.

It's a bit like a museum.

Why would a base camp be built to resemble a museum?

"It's not as exaggerated as you say. It's just an entrance migration technology mastered by the Protoss."

Hailey smiled.

His face was filled with pride and smugness:
"You may not know this, but the history of the Protoss can be traced back tens of thousands of years. Even the First Age left traces of the Protoss. This technique of manipulating mazes, such as the secret arts mastered by the elves and goblins of Beatrice, all originated from us."

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"Look, look at this mud slab with the curved pit. Aren't there obvious traces of the impact of the [Dragon Breath] spell? These traces of magical friction, these folds from the impact of the dragon breath."

"Hmm, really?"

“Right! This is an artifact excavated from the ancestral ruins of the Protoss. With this, we can be certain that the spell [Dragon Breath], which borrows the ability of dragons to breathe, was created by us Protoss, not by those dragon vein sorcerers as described in textbooks.”

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Whatever you say, it's your territory anyway.

In fact, there may not have been any humans at all in the First Age.

The currently accepted theory is that the Protoss appeared in the Fourth Age, which is the beginning of the current age.

As the rulers of the Third Age, the Elves, with their ancient lives, left behind a vast system of secret arts, and their labyrinthine techniques were second to none.

You might say that the Elf's technology originated from the Protoss.

That would be somewhat contrary to the principles of the Heavenly Gang.

However, this kind of theft culture among the Protoss is not uncommon on the mainland.

Rod was a respectable man, so naturally he wouldn't expose such a thing in someone else's place.

At this point, just smile, nod, and exclaim in surprise.

Miss Protoss was very pleased with Rhodes' reaction and took him on a tour of the museum, which she claimed surpassed even the palace of the Lord of Radiant City.

It's definitely impossible to surpass it.

As the capital of Aetheron, the city of Radiant Light is undoubtedly a place of great prosperity and extravagance.

The Protoss are not weak, but ultimately they are a small, niche group.

Let alone the old Etheron, the current Etheron could probably crush them with very little effort.

Rhodes wasn't particularly interested in the museum's exhibits.

They simply try to prove their own nonexistent history from various bizarre angles, and the key is that they actually believe it, making them incredibly confident.

Rhodes was not only respectable, but also philanthropic.

I don't really care.

Moreover, his more important purpose was to check how well the Protoss were progressing in their research on the transmission routes of the Beast Disease.

Hailey was also overjoyed and spoke her mind freely.

After several attempts and inquiries, they truthfully revealed the progress of their infection with the animal disease.

It is a pity.

Their current focus remains on blood infections.

Moreover, the main method is to regulate its own state, rather than to create more infectious diseases.

Needless to say, the way dreams spread is even more unbelievable.

Haley is really carefree; she even took Rhodes to visit their lab to confirm it.

"So here's the question..."

If it wasn't caused by human intervention.

Does this beastification disease have evolved on its own?
Rhodes was confused.

He indeed gave up thinking about it and went to a restaurant with Hailey for a meal.

Stardust Crisps, Grilled Star Beast Ribs, Orbital Salad, Starry Sky Slime Jelly.

It highlights a sense of homesickness and formalism, with each element related to their perceived home under the stars.

As for the taste...
It was alright, though it would have been even better if Hailey hadn't been explaining that crispy crackers, roast meat, salad, and jelly all originated from the Protoss.
I said, what's so great about stealing barbecue?

Isn't it enough to just have meat and fire?
"Hey, isn't this Hailey, the captain of our Security Department's second squad? What, finally figured out you should bring a man along?"

They were having a great time chatting in a small booth at the restaurant.

An uninvited guest suddenly barged in very rudely. So rude, you could tell from his voice that he was the villain.

Rod looked up.

The actress is similar in age to Hailey, or perhaps a little younger.

She had a beautiful face, and her upturned blue and white eyebrows gave her a combative air.

He wore a white mage robe trimmed with dark blue starlight grass.

The slit went up to her thigh, making it more fitted compared to Hailey's loose robe.

Her chest area was also lower; despite her petite figure, the fabric was stretched high, exposing a small portion of her breasts to the air, giving her a provocative look.
Rod has a keen eye and immediately recognized that he is the Padman.

The clothes were described as a mage's robe, but they were more like a gorgeous outfit that could be worn at a banquet without any problem.

Talk about it.

The mages of this world all change and trim their mage robes.

For example, Rhodes had seen no fewer than twenty completely different mage robes on the witch Demia.

Also.

Behind this Protoss stood a girl with an expressionless face.

She wore a dark green velvet belted long dress with spherical joints forged from mithril at the joints, her skin had a wood-like texture, and her eyes were lifeless, multifaceted crystals.

This is a lifelike doll.

"Medlin"

Hailey frowned slightly, a hint of annoyance flashing across her face.

"I have no interest in arguing with you."

"Oh really? For someone who has never won against anyone, it's possible to lose all willpower and interest."

"Hmph, boring."

Medlin curled her lips in disdain.

"What, you don't even have the courage to talk back? It seems those rumors are true. If you still can't pass this trial, you'll lose your position as squad leader, and your father's medical support will be withdrawn as a result."

Hailey bit her lip and remained silent.

Madeline, taking advantage of the situation, leaned close to her ear and chuckled, "Your father had the same expression when he lost to my mother back then."

"enough!"

"Oh my~"

Medlin gracefully withdrew, her skirt fluttering, and unknowingly found herself on the other side of the dining table.

That is, next to Rhodes.

She rested her arm on Rod's shoulder, her alluring eyes scanning him up and down.

His expression suddenly turned strange.

"I'm telling you, can't you find a guy who's at least good-looking? At least he should look like the guys in those romance comics! So rough, with that stubble... *chuckles*"

Well.
Currently, due to concerns about his appearance, Rhodes is using disguise techniques and the Disguise Field to alter his appearance.

Rod corrected in a muffled voice:

“I am Hailey’s avant-garde.”

"Avant-garde? A human being?"

Madeline looked shocked and turned to Hayley again. "Are you sure? To risk your father's life by using a human vanguard! Don't you know what you'll experience in the trials?"

"Is it any of your business? It's none of your concern."

"I thought you would find some good strategies after two or three months of seclusion, so that you could become my opponent and give me some amusement. I never expected you to be so utterly disappointing."

She looked at Rhodes again.

His arms were close to his neck, and his back was straight, so much so that the fabric stretched high up over his chest was almost touching Rod's face.

"Young man, she's sending you to your death. The trials are beyond what any human can withstand. Why don't you abandon her? Don't worry, my subordinate, I'll remove this enslavement spell for you."

Medlin still hoped that Rhodes would be bewitched.

After all, this guy had been staring intently at her chest since the beginning.

Hmph, my signature "Close-fitting Chanel Style" move has never failed!

"1, 2, 3"

Huh? Why is this human counting?
"10, 11, 12"

The man chuckled.
"Haley, this guy has at least 12 layers of padding."

(End of this chapter)