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

Chapter 716 Gangs and Arrests

The person in the coal-gray robe was clearly quite afraid of the name Sharon, and even trembled slightly.

"Yes. Not only that, she has advanced to the eighth rank. Whether it's the plague domain or the intensity of her magic, the strength she displays is so great that even the 'Big Gear' in the gang is no match for her. I'm afraid only you, Mrs. Watson, can subdue her."

Whitney Watson narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly.

The fishy sea breeze blew, making the skirts and robes flutter.

"When she left in disgrace three months ago, she was only at the high-level of the seventh rank. Although she was considered outstanding, it was impossible for her to advance to the eighth rank in such a short time. She must have a secret."

"Brother Levin, the Big Gear, also guessed that. She immediately joined the Greythroat Gang upon her return, presumably to retaliate against you, Madam, for injuring her last time. Hmph, a wild dog more cunning than a snake. Doesn't she remember who allowed her to get close to the plague research area in the first place?"

"Go tell Levin to find an opportunity to ambush the Greythroat gang, lure that traitor out, and I'll take action myself."

"Yes, Mrs. Watson."

The subordinate in the coal-gray robe bowed and was about to leave.

Seemingly remembering something: "By the way, Mrs. Watson, ten minutes ago someone reported encountering three unmarked stowaways in Sulphur Alley, one of whom appears to be a witch. Should we arrest them like before?"

The leader of their own Copper Gear Gang is Whitney Watson, who is renowned for her research on "inner magic".

The so-called inner magic.

This means that each race possesses various kinds of "inner magic".

Some can temporarily enhance an organism's strength, speed, or endurance under exciting conditions;

Some beings possess an erotic [inner magic] born for the purpose of biological reproduction. For example, during the mating season of wild beastmen, their corresponding erotic [inner magic] is secreted in large quantities.

Some of these substances can be synthesized from ingested food, but long-term excessive consumption can lead to negative effects such as fatigue and weakened immunity.

Spirits without physical bodies, and witches whose internal organs have been replaced by magical organs, are all research subjects of their boss.

If Rhodes heard this saying, he would be familiar with it.

Isn't this just the various hormones and trace elements I learned about in school in my past life?

Whitney Watson nodded casually, not particularly concerned.

Although Faye is a complex island nation without anarchy, its medical practices are among the most advanced on the continent, and it is not short of illegal immigrants.

"You can catch them and play with them, but you can't kill them."

"Hehehe, I understand."

Sulfur Lane.

The narrow alleyway was filled with the stench of decay and rust, and the stone walls were splattered with sticky blood.

The corpses were piled up haphazardly in a space less than twenty feet long, and faint traces of magic remained in the magical pits left on the brick walls and the ground.

Half of the blade, which had been chopped off, was embedded in a wooden wine barrel not far ahead, with dark red liquid oozing from the gaps in the barrel's boards.

Rhodes flicked the blood off his sword, then abruptly stopped. The golden, gradient blade sliced ​​through the rain and mist with a buzzing sound.

He stepped over the entrails and intestines of an orc who had been cut in two and were scattered all over the ground.

The last surviving besieger at the alley entrance crawled desperately, his bloodied claws slipping on the wet cobblestones.

He turned around in panic every now and then, his eyes wide open.

As Rhodes walked unhurriedly, the fear in his eyes almost overflowed.

Until the iron-soled boot crushed his head, blood exploded on the ground like fireworks.

Dimia glanced indifferently at the corpse on the ground.

She certainly wouldn't condemn Rhodes's excessive behavior; once she realized that the attackers' main target was her, it was a fight to the death.

"But why me?"

"It's because of your witch identity~~"

Behind the succubus by the wall, a large amount of shadow was cast, and a strong female warrior's severed right hand was hung high in the shadow.

Terry's eyes shone with a hypnotic and [Domination Domain] light, and when she turned to look at Rhodes, she smiled radiantly.

On her way to her master's arms, she gently waved her hand, and the female warrior's head was snapped off, causing her to collapse limply to the ground.

"What do you mean?"

Rhodes caught the tumbling Terry, and the lingering smell of blood was immediately diluted by her fragrance. "Whitney Watson, the leader of the Copper Gear Gang, is an expert in studying inner magic. Witches and spirits are all her research subjects~~ Didn't expect that, Demia, you've become a hot commodity here."

Dimia could only manage a wry smile.

But she didn't feel much of a sense of crisis. The sense of security provided by the man beside her was too strong, and she even wanted him to accompany her to explore the exotic scenery of this country.

Rod laughed too: "Don't run around, you'll have to stay with me for food and lodging."

"Huh? So Terry is going to eat in front of her?"

"It's not that bad, just have Dimia turn around."

"Okay. But you're not allowed to peek."

Dimia's chubby, adorable face turned slightly pink with embarrassment and anger: "Only a fool would watch!"

Rhodes laughed heartily, and at the same time, Sharon of the dog-man race finally replied.

The little stray dog ​​wasn't too surprised and quickly arranged to meet at a tavern called Iron Lung.

By this time, they had already killed two waves of attacks from Sulfur Alley.

After waiting a while longer and seeing that the commotion had completely subsided, I swaggered out to the alley entrance and finally saw the whole street.

It's not much different from any other town in Aetheron; the street layout is also a monotonous mess of disorder and jagged lines.

The style is artificial, oppressive and uniform, with mostly gray and black brick houses and streets in the cold rain and mist, and little personal design.

Nature.

The variety of food is also far less than in Quartz Town and Coral Bay.

Rod bought some local specialties, nightingale syrup and black lung pie.

Well.
The former is a mixture of sweeteners for fake honey and solidified inferior magical waste.

The latter is flour mixed with iron filings, thickened coal ash, preservative absinthe, and minced meat of unknown origin.

Quite cleverly, both have a slight addictive quality.

Rhodes was disgusted; he had originally intended to use it to tease Terry.

But after thinking about it, he decided against it. He had to eat the succubus's mouth several times a day, so he couldn't let her eat this kind of nonsense.

Ugh.
This city is in dire straits, you could say.

Not a moment longer.

The three of them swaggered around and finally found the 'Iron Lung Tavern'.

As soon as the door opened, there was our familiar Miss Sharon, anxiously waiting with her arms crossed.

"too slow!"

A pair of fluffy, drooping ears drooped softly on either side of her head, her nose was high and straight, and her canine teeth were slightly showing towards Rod, with a hint of coquettishness.

Sharon was wearing a set of matte black scale armor today, covering her chest and abdomen, revealing her shoulder muscles and her navel with abs.

The crisp, clean-cut hunting trousers clung to his body, with a small cutout at the lower back revealing a golden dog tail that swayed wildly as it looked at Rod.

Her full, perky, and bouncy peach-shaped buttocks lift the hem of her short skirt high, creating a visually striking waist-to-hip ratio that contrasts sharply with her slender and toned waist.

Rod's eyes lit up, and he opened his arms to hug her.

"Sharon~~ Did you miss me?"

"No."

Say so.

Sharon caught Rhodes with a disgruntled expression, buried her face in his chest, and took several deep breaths.

Its tail wagged even more excitedly.

Rod was aroused by her presence and had just laughed when he heard someone smash a wooden wine glass on the table.

Looking up, he saw that many people in the tavern were staring at him with unfriendly expressions.

(End of this chapter)