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

Chapter 715 Faye and the Copper Gear

The largest city in Fayyad, the port of Chartres.

A golden, spiritual [spatial tree shape] suddenly bloomed on the trunk of the emerald tree.

Rod, Terry, and the witch Demia slowly emerged.

The three of them were all taken aback.

What comes into view is not a forest, but an indoor space.

It's an old house that's been in disrepair for a while, and it even looks a bit crooked.

Moldy wooden planks, damp mold spots, and a clump of nettles growing wildly outside the broken window.

"There's an aura of the dead. This is a haunted house."

Dimia fanned the dust in front of her eyes.

"Oh?"

Rhodes released his senses and, sure enough, found a hideous undead woman on the beam of the house.

Perhaps her perception was also quite good, as she sensed something from the tall man in front of her.

At this moment, he was curled up at the end of the beam like a cat, trembling, his wide, terrifying eyes with no eyelids shrinking to pinpoints.

You know what, their skills are pretty good.

A high-level undead of the seventh rank.

Terry pointed to the deformed chest of the undead lady as she curled up: "It's quite big, will you take it in, Master?"

"What are you collecting?"

"My master's forest harem."

Dimia exclaimed in astonishment, "This is acceptable? Her face... Rod, is your only criterion for choosing girls breasts?!"

"How could that be? Ignore her."

Rod grabbed Terry's cheek and forcibly muted her microphone.

Don't talk nonsense in front of Dimia, she said, changing the subject:

"Sharon planted an emerald tree in a haunted house? That's rather strange."

Fortunately, the Emerald Tree itself is of a high grade, so it is not so affected by the negative energy of the vengeful spirits, plus the cutting nutrient kit that Rhodes gave it before.

To put it bluntly, it could even survive in a graveyard.

But it's still not as good as being in the forest.

"Faya, which has consistently ranked among the worst in terms of environmental pollution, has almost no forests in or around the city."

Demea shook his head.

She looked around and easily spotted an entrance on the right with no door and cracked, mottled pillars.

The rampant, gray-black nettle thickets almost completely covered the area, obscuring the outside.

Two mage hands, composed of pure magic, pressed down the withered plants. The nettle clump seemed to have no resilience or vitality, crumbling into sand at the slightest touch.

Then, a secluded, narrow, and gloomy street shrouded in mist came into view.

The cobblestone street was wet and muddy.

Water droplets condensed on the cast iron railings kept falling. A woman on the second floor across the street pushed open the fogged window and splashed water droplets. A row of damp, mouse-gray shirts could be seen hanging in front of the window.

The woman glanced at them, then immediately closed the window with indifference and disgust.

Cold colors, gloomy, decay.

This was Rhodes' first impression of the country.

Faye is far from Etheron, but he doesn't know the exact time difference.

Just a short while ago, Coral Bay was in broad daylight, but now, in the blink of an eye, it feels like a completely different world, suddenly plunged into darkness.

The leaden sky hung low, like a moldy cotton blanket pressing down on the city.

"Ugh, that stinks."

"It stinks! It stinks! I need my owner's smell to cover it up!"

Terri snuggled into his arms, rubbing her soft, perky nose against his chest.

Rhodes knew that succubi had a good sense of smell, so he guessed she was really uncomfortable and didn't bother with her.

"Can Sharon's nose handle it?"

"Maybe she could have temporarily shut it down, but now it's all for nothing. I was hoping to give her a surprise."

Dimia raised her fingers, clad in dark blue stockings, to her nose, her brow furrowing in disappointment. "God knows she'd plant the Emerald Tree in the haunted house. I'll contact her."

They are walking out.

pat-

As they turned the corner of the street, the crisp sound of galloping hooves reached their ears.

Iron palms splashed muddy, smelling of manure, on the stone pavement, while a misty, oily green veil drifted through the fine, needle-like rain.

A knight riding a fierce green undead warhorse, yet clad in solid plate armor, appeared at the end of the street at some unknown time.

Looking through the gap in that terrifying mask, Rhode could see that it was empty.

"The Undead Knight?"

They had only been inside Faye for less than ten minutes when they saw three people, two of whom were undead.

Is the city really that undead?

"Who are you? Why don't you have any entry markings?"

The undead knight approached with a puzzled expression and began to speak in human language, though it was somewhat awkward.

Besides, we entered the country illegally, so where would we get entry markings?

Rhodes coughed lightly and took a few steps forward, intending to use the power of [Love Domain] and [Disguise Domain] to get by.

This is the time.

A magic stone on the undead knight's waist burst forth with blue light. It suddenly lowered its head and then looked sharply at Rhodes and the other two.

His hand was already on the sword at his waist.

Demia, who was behind Rod, reacted extremely quickly.

A magic missile had already struck, and the knight's plate armor dented with a crack as he crashed into the wall behind him, his armor scattering all over the ground.

The witch subconsciously adhered to the principle that one should not easily kill on someone else's territory, and thus exercised restraint in her attack.

However, they clearly underestimated the other party's persistence.

It struggled to grab a faded, golden horn from its waist and shoved it hard into its mouth.

Rod stopped the spiritual energy he was about to unleash and looked at it curiously.

Can the dead also blow horns?
Buzz! ! !
A deafening hum suddenly arose!
"Owner?"

The succubus, who was always watching her master, noticed that he had deliberately not stopped him from calling for help.

"We should go, Rhodes."

"Dimia said seriously."

Rhodes sensed the restless spirituality and magic in the air, as well as the intrusive hoofbeats and footsteps within his perception.

He shook his head, a grin spreading across his face, and slowly drew the now-repaired gradient gold sword from his waist.

“I came to Faye not just to visit Sharon.”

It is still the port of Chartres in Faye.

The highest point of the observation deck of this port lighthouse.

A woman with a cold expression gazes at the gray-black ocean with its white waves churning.

He wore a coal-gray mage robe embroidered with silver thread, which could resist the perennial acid rain of Faye.

A black iron gear was placed at the waist of the cinched skirt, clearly a symbol of some kind of status.

Compared to the surging, pitch-black waves, the terrifying area to the left of the lighthouse, shrouded in a green plague mist, lingered with faint glows.

Mrs. Watson.

A person wearing the same coal-gray robe knelt down behind him.

"explain."

"The Greythroat gang used magical relics left behind by the Nightingale Society to raid the riverside warehouse and steal all the alchemical potions. They also hanged Jamie's guards."

Whitney Watson stared coldly at the ocean, her gaze growing ever more sinister.

The port of Chartres is divided into three plague zones of varying sizes, and the state's power has long since collapsed, with most of them now controlled by local gangs.

Greythroat Gang, Nightingale Gang, and Copper Gear Gang.

The core members of the Nightingale Gang were all killed in an accidental spell a month ago, which sparked a war between the Greythroat Gang and the Copper Gear over their territory.

"The cowards of the Greythroat Gang don't have the guts or the ability to decipher the Nightingale Society's magical relics. Tell me, has that traitor Sharon returned?"

(End of this chapter)