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

Chapter 722 The Common Points of Best Friends
The gray clouds hung low like festering wounds, and the air was filled with a pungent metallic smell.

The iron fence, corroded by acid rain, has tiny, hissing holes.

"Damn."

Whitney Watson walked unsteadily down a deserted, dark alleyway.

She staggered and crashed helplessly into the wall covered with scorched yellow spots.

With that brief pause, the massive, gruesome sword wound on his body began to bleed uncontrollably, quickly pooling into a small pool of blood at his feet.

His pale face was filled with pain.

But she doesn't even dare to use her domain to heal before she completely escapes, for fear that the fluctuations of magic will be noticed by the tall human man.

The scene from not long ago replayed in my mind.

A longsword with a gradient of gold sliced ​​through the air. Despite being only an eighth-tier weapon, it could easily tear apart high-level force field energy that even a ninth-tier mage might not be able to fully control.

However, even with the most basic defenses, enhanced by the [Super Magic] magic, the power that seemed to surpass the ninth rank still crushed her self-defense.

Is this still an eighth-tier item?

Whitney didn't know.

Her innate intuition told her that she would die if she didn't escape.

So she chose to fight Sharon's magic head-on and forcefully escape.

Despite being perfectly concealed, it was still discovered by that man, which is how the sword wounds on my body were caused.

The sword was swung hastily.

It still nearly killed me.

Whitney angrily slammed her fist against the wall, the blood from her palm exploding into a hollowed-out flower of blood.

In the shadows, her gaze was deep and resentful as she looked back at the trail of blood that had been dragged along the way.

"Rhodes, such a disgrace, I must kill you."

Faye has little land and few people.

Of the three ninth-tier beings from this small island nation, Whitney naturally has some connection with the other two and possesses items that could attract them.

Make a commitment, and cooperation will follow.

Once I recover from my injuries, I will surround and kill this man to avenge this sword wound!
Small Western-style building.

The guest room on the second floor was finally cleaned up.

Sharon sat there, her tail wagging happily as it swept across Rhodes's thighs as he lay on his back.

A tiny foot with fine, light golden fur stepped on Rhodes's cheek, while he looked down at him with a cold expression.

"It's so annoying, can't you just stay in bed the whole time?"

"It's not done yet; it's more troublesome than I imagined."

“Are you really in the anchored area? But you’re not near the [Stagnation Land], and you’re even on the second floor.”

"Pretty much. As long as your feet are connected to the ground, it doesn't matter what's in between."

"I've never seen anyone anchor themselves over an entire territory. But you might be one of them."

Rod reached out and moved his hand up his abdominal muscles.

Sharon glared at him, grabbed her hand and bit it, while at the same time, she began to move her peach-shaped buttocks faster.

The pressure of her feet stomping on his face increased slightly.

"Tell me, when did you manage to get Dimia?"

Rhodes paused slightly: "You knew?"

"I'm not stupid. It's been a week, and the way she looks at you is practically drooling. Besides, she hasn't been handling things herself much lately when she's writing, so she must have some other way. It can only be you."

"Does she handle everything herself when she's writing?"

"Yes."

Sharon stepped back with her left leg, then pressed her entire body against Rhodes.

The fragrance and a slight smell of sweat enveloped her, and her cherry-red tongue probed her lips, sucking hard.

At the same time, the movement changed from forward and backward to shangxia.

She grinned mischievously and said, "Tell me, how does a witch taste?"

"you"

Rhodes' expression was strange.

Demia indulged in the pleasure of betrayal, and now it's your turn to ask the witch what it's like.

"She's soft, probably because of her magical internal organs. She has a lot of control over her; at first, she could even massage like a hand. But she couldn't keep it up after she ran out of stamina. Wait, were you a little excited just now?"

Sharon's eyes lit up with excitement.

She took another sip, pressing her lips even harder against Rhodes's movements: "Continue talking about her expressions? What does she say when she's excited?"

"." To be honest.

What's going on between you two best friends?

But for Rhodes, why not?

While recounting, I listened to Yuna's morning report about Coral Bay from the Chain of Distant Words.

Everything is stable, and we are moving forward steadily.

With the help of the [Genesis Dew], the miscast little girls have made remarkable progress in their strength.

Some of the older ones, after learning simple transformation techniques to conceal the anomalies of [Factor Allocation], have joined the ranks of Coral Bay Sheriffs and begun accumulating social experience.

A week is neither short nor long.

Some people whine and yearn for each other, like Penny the Ghoul and Tyflint Cecilia.

Some people always use other things as an excuse to talk more, like the half-deer Xiao Ke, the elf Kalista, the land Naga Eve, and Lillian.

Of course, there are also those who connect with the light without saying a word or only saying one or two words, such as the tree spirit Vivian and the mouse girl number thirteen.

One of these two can only say 'Rhodes,' while the other can't speak at all and just makes strange clicking noises all day long. When Rhodes finally speaks, the other just chuckles and hangs up.

Also.

There aren't many bards in Faye, so news travels slowly to other parts of the continent.

Yesterday, Rhodes read a news report about the successful annihilation of the 'Wings of Light' organization by the Ego Cult, which was actually four days old.

Was the encirclement and suppression truly successful?
Not necessarily.

After all, Carter is quite capable. Since he is determined to retreat and reorganize his team, it shouldn't be so easy for them to be wiped out.

However, there has been almost no news from our former head of the investigation team, Carter, lately, which is somewhat worrying.

Besides that?

Furthermore, news of Bahadur Magic Academy dismissing its current principal, expanding its enrollment of non-human races as teachers and students, and banning inappropriate ideologies within the school made headlines.

Since Bahadur's human supremacy was so popular in previous years, he naturally had quite a few supporters.

Overly drastic measures will only lead to more intense growing pains, and the matter remains in the eye of the storm.

Of course, the process of dismantling the Igor sect is also underway.

This also showed Rhodes some of their sincerity.

After a while.

Rod came out of the guest room of the small villa.

Terry, who had been waiting by the corridor railing, immediately came over with a fawning smile.

"Is it my turn? Is it Terry's turn??"

"Not yet. But you can come over and grab some snacks."

"Oh yeah!"

talking.

Rod pushed open the door to the master bedroom on the second floor.

The witch Demia, who was lying prostrate on the desk, was startled and hurriedly placed her hands on the desk.

She turned her head timidly, her chubby face already flushed.

"What are you doing?"

"you."

"You...you're disgusting."

"What are you doing?"

"Write a book."

As Rod approached, he noticed that the girl exuded a rich and pleasant minty scent. In her left hand, she was clutching a handkerchief with water stains from wiping her hands.

However, the water seemed a bit too viscous.

"Want to come? Sharon's asleep."

"I have to finish my manuscript."

Terry egged her on, "Are you really not coming? Sharon's scent hasn't completely dissipated from Master's body yet."

Dimia froze, her small, straight nose twitching slightly.

She struggled to look up at Rhodes: "Then let's do it once."

She then reached up and took off her nightgown, revealing another set of Sharon's pajamas underneath.

Dimia's eyes were intense, and she was slightly out of breath.

This time, I want to lie on Sharon's pillow.

(End of this chapter)