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

Chapter 643 Contact and Inspiration

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Medlin's body stiffened, and the color of her entire face darkened, followed by a gradual halo of light emanating from the inside out.

The light is slightly bright, and areas with dense blood vessels (such as the cheeks and ear tips) will show color first, gradually fading at the edges.

Is it already at a red temperature?
Rod laughed.

Is this how Protoss blush? Interesting.

"I also need to remind you that there seems to be one less layer of padding on the left side."

As Rod spoke, he paused, pulling his raised hand back slightly. "...because it's concave inwards a bit."

"what?!"

Medlin was horrified and quickly looked down.

No, it's exactly the same as usual.
"Pfft-"

A snicker came from Hailey.

Madeline froze, realizing that her actions had inadvertently revealed her guilt.

She stumbled back a few steps, her face flushed with even more shame and anger.

He glared fiercely at Hailey.

"These are the people you brought? So rude and disrespectful! They've utterly disgraced the Protoss!"

Hailey was laughing so hard she started wiping away tears.

"Sorry, sorry, my friend was too blunt and accidentally revealed your secret. Don't worry, haha. I definitely won't tell anyone. Hahahaha!"

"you!"

Medlin was furious.

The unbearable defeat in her argument with Hailey and the painful truth that had been touched upon left her momentarily speechless, unable to find a rebuttal.

"You just wait in the trials! I'll eliminate you first!"

He turned and left.

Rod watched her petite figure from behind and smiled, saying:

"I know a good way to disguise yourself, which is to manipulate slimes to use mimicry and attachment. It is not only highly malleable in terms of shape, but also has a good drape and elasticity. You can contact me to discuss it if you need it."

Medlin paused, turned around, and glared at him fiercely.

The fluorescent light on his face was completely covering his face.

"Haha, the way you Protoss Red Warm looks is really funny."

“Medlin is two years younger than me, but his rank has already reached the eighth level. The puppet vanguard he personally crafted uses a strange meteorite from outer space as its core. It not only has strength comparable to an eighth-level super armor warrior, but also has remarkable spellcasting ability.”

"Was it one of your previous competitors?"

"From childhood to adulthood."

Hailey's eyes showed gratitude: "Thank you for speaking up for me earlier."

"We're all friends, and besides, this trial is so important to you, why didn't you just say so? What if something comes up and I'm delayed?"

"Hey, I'm sure I can think of a way."

She spoke guiltily, looking down and constantly poking at her food with her fork.

Rhodes was always quite helpful to his friends: "Is your father sick? You know Sharon, she's a pretty good plague mage."

"No, it's just that he's reached a certain age, and I want him to have a dignified final journey. Let's not talk about that. By the way, do you feel the enslavement mark on your wrist is very hot?"

"Yes, a little. What's wrong?"

"I forgot to tell you that the enslavement tools I gave you need to be in close contact with the slave owner within a certain period of time after they meet."

"Well"

Hailey blinked mischievously.

Upon seeing Rhodes's helpless expression, his mood improved considerably.

She pretended to be unwilling and extended her slender, beautiful hand.

"Although I don't want to be seen either, as a friend, I can't let you feel uncomfortable, right? Let's hold hands and go for a walk."

hum.

The first step in winning over this man has begun.

Coral Bay, top floor of Cloud Rain Hotel.

The sunlight is shining brightly outside the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows.

The harbor unfolds beneath your feet, with the masts of hundreds of sailboats resembling a birch forest stripped of its branches, surrounding the docks of Coral Bay.

Further out at sea, three merchant ships topped with siren statues were turning, their gilded sterns gleaming in the sunlight.

Leila Star Language nestled on the sofa, her eyes sparkling.

The quill pen in her hand spun incessantly as she wrote lyrics and musical notes in her notebook. Her impeccable pitch and powerful imagination allowed her to clearly write down the basic structure of a song without the aid of an instrument.

It's like automatically filling in the details in your mind.

Unlike her rich, rhythmic inner world.

The sound of Camille, the agent, angrily cursing the doorman outside the door continued to echo and pound.

It was impacting Lyra Star's nearly depleted inspiration.

Nevertheless, a draft of a new song was squeezed out from a rather precarious surplus of inspiration.

Leila looked at the musical notes on the paper with delight, dancing lightly and gracefully to the hummed syllables.

When the song ended, she sat down on the sofa, still excited.

"This might be the best song I've sung in a long time."

Whether a song becomes popular depends on the market, but whether a song is good or bad can be judged by the creator himself.

Leila believes her new song is comparable to the nursery rhyme she wrote with her parents when she was a child.

however.

After the initial excitement comes a profound emptiness as inspiration fades.

Leila Xingyu was captivated by the feeling of her mind constantly racing with thoughts and ideas, and she felt a sense of loss.

"Would it be... if I continued to stay by that gentleman's side..."

click-

The double luxury doors opened.

The harsh clanging of the latches snapped her out of her reverie.

Agent Camille walked in, her face ashen.

"Laila! This time, no matter what you say, I won't let you leave the house again!"

"Camille, I'm sorry."

"Cheering won't work, Lyra! This was an attack by an extreme fan! Don't you know what would have happened if Rhodes from Coral Bay hadn't happened to be passing by?!"

"Um"

"And why didn't you bring your magic bag! Your combat strength isn't enough to protect yourself; your father gave you things there!"

"I forgot."

Leila was also a little scared at this point.

Her delicate, white feet lightly touched the carpet as she leaned affectionately on Camille's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Camille."

Feeling the girl's body temperature.

Camille's nose tingled, and she couldn't help but shed tears.

He gently stroked her soft, cloud-like hair. "Stop doing these things, Lyra. Otherwise, I won't be able to explain to your father. At least bring your spell bag and equipment."

"Yes, yes, I swear I will never leave your sight again, and I won't even take off my magic bag while I sleep!"

As she spoke, she took the pink custom-made spell bag from Camille and fastened it to her waist.

He smiled, twirled around, and patted the camera.

Camille chuckled, her expression softening: "Focus on writing songs."

"Okay! But I need to go to the bathroom, I'm dying to use it~~"

"Girls shouldn't say things like that."

"Okay~~"

Watching the girl skip away, Camille smiled and shook her head, then picked up the new song draft from the table.

She was naturally knowledgeable in the field, and after glancing at it, she couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

Good quality
Camille calmed down, carefully compared the manuscript with the sample, and played it on her instrument.

The more they played, the happier and more excited they became!
Based on her years of experience as a manager, this song has extremely high potential! It might even make it onto the music charts!

"Laila, you're amazing!"

She couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

However, the empty room no longer contained the girl's usual smug response to praise.

Camille's smile froze, and then panic surged through her in an instant.

She burst open the bathroom door the next moment, revealing a small, still empty space.

A note was stuck in front of the dressing mirror.

—'Don't worry Camille, I'm going to find inspiration~~'

(End of this chapter)