The goddesses attempted to gain my salvation.

She was dressed in black and wore a hood.

The shadows obscured her face, making it impossible to see her features.

Just now, she used dark magic to read the middle-aged man's inner thoughts.

"You really have no self-awareness at all, Mr. Dick."

The middle-aged man named Dick pleaded hysterically, "I'm just an ordinary traveler! I really didn't do anything! Please, let me go!"

"Traveler...hehehe..."

The woman sneered: "You are no ordinary traveler. You are a special travelogue editor for the number one circulation adventurer's weekly magazine on the mainland."

"I am your most loyal reader~"

Dick said, his voice trembling with tears, "Yes, I am indeed a contributing writer for the Adventurers' Weekly. But I really only wrote about my travel experiences! I... I've never done anything to hurt anyone! I haven't offended anyone!"

The woman leaned close to Dick's ear and whispered something.

“Mr. Dick, do you know that for freelance writers like you, the thing they love most in order to write a hit is uncovering secrets? But secrets are called secrets precisely because they don’t want to be discovered.”

“Mr. Dick, you discovered something you shouldn’t have, and you wrote it down in your journal.”

Dick was clearly taken aback.

Because his records only contained some local customs and geography.

Moreover, although it's not quite right to say that, he is actually the laziest of all the contributing editors to Adventurer's Weekly.

He hadn't written anything for the past six months, except for three days ago when he was so poor that he couldn't afford to eat, so he published a travelogue.

The content is limited to travel records within the Duchy of Ferrante and the city of Anseth.

Dick tried to recall, but he really couldn't figure out what was wrong with the travelogue.

However, the bald young man did not intend to let Dick recall it any further.

With a flick of his wrist, he plunged the dagger into Dick's other intact thigh.

The excruciating pain made him cry out again.

"Please, have mercy on me! Have mercy on me!!!"

The woman sat on Dick's blood-soaked lap. Although she wasn't heavy, sitting on her still caused Dick immense pain.

She wrapped her arms around Dick's neck and spoke softly, as if whispering sweet nothings to a beloved.

"No~"

Immediately, dark magic surged in her palm, drawing countless memories from Dick's mind and converging into the woman's consciousness.

This extraction was extremely brutal; even Dick's soul was torn to pieces.

Finally, the memory extraction was complete, and Dick's eyes became empty. His head drooped, lifeless.

The woman licked her lips and rose seductively from the corpse.

“Dick had two other companions who also saw our secret.”

After saying that, the woman swayed her plump, pert buttocks and walked into the darkness.

"Let's go find the next one."

The bald young man clicked his tongue.

"But boss, what about the articles this guy published?"

The woman's voice was neither hurried nor slow.

"Don't worry, we have people in the Adventurers' Weekly. That message can't be sent out."

Then, with a crisp sound of footsteps, the woman left the room.

The bald young man simply couldn't understand this woman's thought process.

Why make him stab you when magic could have solved the problem?

Does she enjoy watching others being abused?

Forget it, forget it, I shouldn't overthink it.

It's best not to worry about the boss's affairs too much.

Touching his bald head, the bald youth looked at Dick, who was already lifeless beside him, and grinned.

"Indeed, the dead are the quietest."

Then, a fire reduced everything that had happened there to ashes.

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The original plan for this trip was for the instructors to split up and take their respective classes of students separately.

After all, this is the most efficient way, and each class has its own travel destination.

However, Ryan suggested that they act together.

Although there will be more students, and each student will have to travel all over Anselm City, this will undoubtedly take more time and increase expenses considerably.

Claire was adamant and promised to cover all the extra costs herself.

Since Ryan said so, the others naturally agreed.

Of course, Ryan couldn't bear the costs alone.

Besides, since it's all about traveling anyway, wouldn't it be more in line with the meaning of "traveling" to take all the students on a tour of the entire city of Anseth?

The departure date was set for the following day.

Today is a holiday for everyone, and everyone is free to do as they please.

Claire saw this as a good opportunity to be alone with Ryan, and naturally wouldn't let it slip by.

Unfortunately, when she finished her makeup and went out, she found that Ryan had already gone out with the other mentors.

Left with no other choice, Claire could only go shopping with her classmates.

Hey......

Why has everything gone wrong since I left the academy?

------

on the street.

Ryan led the horse, walking side by side with Veranika.

Lord Yaen prepared a lot of supplies for Ryan and the others, but these supplies were all consumables for the students.

The mentors still need to purchase their own daily necessities.

After all, the college is quite strict about this, and the professors really don't need the money. If they try to save a little money and get caught by the college later, they'll inevitably face disciplinary action.

The responsibility of procurement fell to Ryan and Veranika.

"So, what do you think about shopping with such a beautiful woman like me, Professor Ryan?"

Veranika was the most mature of them all.

This maturity is reflected not only in her speech and behavior, but also in her clothing.

Despite being nearly 175cm tall, she still prefers to wear those high heels that exude confidence.

In addition, slender women tend to appear taller than men, so when the two stand together, they look about the same height from a distance.

He could even look Ryan in the eye.

Today she was wearing very revealing shorts and a very alluring deep V-neck top that went all the way to her navel. The fabric was very smooth, and as she walked, you could clearly see her two proud breasts, bouncing up and down with elasticity.

Unlike Tracy's surging waves, Veronica's waves are more taut, full of vitality and elasticity.

The straps on the high-heeled sandals wrapped around the upper thighs, creating fleshy marks.

Upon hearing Veranika's words, Ryan looked away from her legs.

"If you ask me how I feel, I can only say it's been very agonizing."

"Look at the way those pedestrians on the street are looking at you, they're practically spitting fire. And look at the way they're looking at me... haha, they could kill me."

If I had known, I would have chosen to work with the honest and lovely Daphne.

Veranica smiled faintly.

"What's wrong, Mentor Ryan? Are you jealous?"

"How could that be? It's just that Anseth City is close to the Pennsylvania Federation, so it's already hot. With so many people watching, it feels even hotter."

Veronica thought for a moment, then spoke.

"Then...should we go somewhere...cooler?"

Chapter Seventy-Three: Awakening the Beast

A cool place?

Ryan glanced around; only the shadows of some narrow alleys offered some respite from the heat.

But what if you were to go to a back alley with a tall, beautiful woman like Vera Nica...?

I have a feeling something's going to happen.

After thinking about it, forget it.

"Never mind, after we finish purchasing the supplies, let's buy some ice cream on the way and cool down."

"But just so you know, you'll have to treat me."

Veranica didn't care.

As a tutor in the college, one already has a good income.

It's just some freezing point, not even a drop in the ocean.

“Our main responsibility is to purchase daily necessities.” Ryan pulled out a list compiled by Miley from his waist: “Miley said that since we are going to work together, in order to control costs, we should choose the kind of supplies that have a high cost performance.”

"However, I don't usually go shopping, so I don't know much about this."