After the slave owners went bankrupt, they all wanted to keep me as a mistress.

It seems the traveler saw us just now?

She could sense that her curse was getting worse. Was it because of the Traveler?

No... this can't be blamed on Mr. Traveler.

It's all because the Elf and Knight ladies give off the feeling of succubi from the abyss, so I subconsciously used holy light to block their view and ignored the Traveler.

Serafia was well aware of how alluring her voluptuous body was to men, and she had always been troubled by her figure.

If only my skin were as smooth as that of the angels in the mortal world.

Miss Saint sighed inwardly.

Because of her shameful body, it's no wonder that the traveler's attention is drawn to her, and that he feels a little bit of desire towards her. It's all her own fault.

As Serafia reflected on her actions, she lifted the blanket, turned over, and faced away from the others in the tent.

Good night, Mr. Traveler.

Snapped--!

Mu Qiu also turned off the magic lamp next to him, and the tent instantly became pitch black.

Goodnight, Vera, Fiona, and Miss Serafia.

He closed his eyes, but he didn't fall asleep.

Even though he had been in this other world for over a month, his habits from his previous life as a modern person made it difficult for him to adapt to this lifestyle of going to bed early and waking up early.

People in the Middle Ages, who had no nighttime entertainment, were used to going to bed at seven or eight o'clock in the evening and getting up at five o'clock in the morning. But Mu Qiu used to go to bed after midnight, and even after transmigrating, he often couldn't fall asleep until after ten o'clock every night.

Can't sleep, can't sleep at all.

Mu Qiu closed his eyes. With nothing else to do, he decided to continue browsing the system shop, looking for items worth redeeming.

With his current personal funds, he could actually exchange some items from the system shop...

But he had only been in the system store for a short time when he vaguely heard a suppressed groan coming from beside him.

"Ouch... Oh!"

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Mu Qiu suddenly opened his eyes.

The direction from which the sound seemed to be...

"Miss Saint?"

Mu Qiu's voice was very soft.

But the slight noise stopped a second later.

After a while, a slightly guilty female voice came from the side:

"Traveler, Mr. Traveler, are you... are you still awake?"

"Can't sleep."

Mu Qiu answered crisply and decisively.

He usually goes to bed around 10 p.m., but it's only about 9 p.m. now.

"Yes, that's right..."

Serafia bit her lower lip, her two long, beautiful legs rubbing against each other in the blankets, trying to relieve the burning sensation in her lower abdomen.

It's so late, and Mr. Traveler is still awake...

Is it because she forgot to use holy light to shield Mr. Traveler's vision, so now Mr. Traveler's body is as hot and restless as hers?

"Then...would you like to go out for a walk together to clear your head?"

Serafia kept her voice very low, afraid of waking the elf lady beside the traveler.

"Okay."

Mu Qiu sat up in bed.

His movements were so large that the elven girl who was clinging to his arm and drooling unconsciously rolled over, her delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly.

In contrast, Serafia's movements appeared to be very cautious.

She tiptoed out of bed and saw Mu Qiu looking at her with a slightly embarrassed expression, then turning his head away.

"Miss Saint, your clothes..."

clothing?

Serafia paused for a moment, then subconsciously looked down, her cheeks instantly turning red before she quickly burrowed back into the covers.

And now, the traveler has seen it again...

Because they were in a tent that had been enchanted with a temperature-regulating spell, and because they had just suppressed the curse with holy light, their heads were still a little fuzzy, so they didn't notice anything unusual.

If the traveler hadn't reminded her, she might have had to go outside the tent to realize it.

She originally intended to change her clothes slowly in bed, but when she secretly peeked outside and saw that Mu Qiu had already turned around and was facing away from her, Serafia couldn't help but pat her chest and breathe a sigh of relief.

Indeed, the traveler's mind is much purer.

Although I occasionally have some lewd thoughts, that's probably because I've been by Miss Elf's side for too long.

Rather, it's quite rare to be able to befriend such a pure-hearted person as an elf.

A truly pure heart can only be found in fairies who have no contact with the outside world and in newborn babies.

Serafia is not the kind of rigid saint.

Even she herself occasionally couldn't help but have impure thoughts like "why not indulge myself a little with my hands?" If she were to expect others to have completely pure hearts, that would be completely wrong.

Serafia slowly crawled out of bed and quickly changed into a new priestess robe.

Like the blindfold, she also had a spare priest and a spare spare.

Serafia had heard tales of powerful adventurers who had fallen victim to weak monsters due to carelessness.

Moreover, as a saintess burdened with a curse, she must carefully conceal the curse and never let anyone know about it.

Therefore, she is usually quite cautious. Not only does she avoid traveling with other adventurers and temple knights, but she also prepares at least three copies of everything, not only as a backup, but also as a backup of a backup.

"Mr. Traveler... I'm all better now."

Serafia's gentle voice came from behind Mu Qiu.

Mu Qiu turned slightly to the side and saw that Serafia had changed into a pure white priestess's robe, which completely enveloped her snow-white and voluptuous body. He couldn't help but nod.

"Well, let's go then."

After stepping out of the tent, Serafia's delicate body trembled slightly.

The air outside was much colder than inside the tent, and the stench of the monsters in the air made Serafia wrinkle her nose.

She took out the Holy Light Orb. The deeper into the dungeon, the weaker the effects of items that don't belong to the dungeon become. Only dungeon equipment can exert 100% of its effect here.

This is one of the reasons why adventurers still buy most dungeon equipment, even though most of it has a curse effect.

In this fiftieth level area, the pearl that could originally illuminate more than thirty meters has shrunk to a distance of only ten meters, illuminating only a limited area and casting the shadows of the two people on the rock wall in an irregular pattern.

The two followed the path they had taken and headed up to the upper level.

The journey was unusually quiet, with only the faint echoes of their footsteps and breathing in the empty passageway.

The passageway, which had been thoroughly cleared before, now appeared exceptionally silent.

"Traveler, do you know anything about the hero?"

Serafia suddenly broke the silence and asked.

As she spoke, she unconsciously used her free hand to gently straighten the priest's cuffs, which were actually not wrinkled.

"Warrior..."

Mu Qiu's gaze swept across the rock walls on both sides. Hearing this, he slowed his pace slightly and walked alongside her.

It's best not to casually spread the fact that he is actually a hero, otherwise who knows what additional obligations a hero might inexplicably incur.

“I didn’t pay much attention to the topic of heroes and demon kings before, but I’ve heard Vera and the others mention that heroes seem to be visitors from another world who were summoned here.”

"Ah."

Serafia glanced at Mu Qiu and said softly, "I heard that this year's hero has been summoned. I wonder... what kind of person that hero will be."

"Does the Holy Maiden care about the Hero's affairs?"

How could I not be noticed...

Serafia sighed inwardly.

The angel wanted her to serve the hero when necessary, even though she had never seen the hero's face or knew anything about him...

If only the hero could be found by the saintesses of other temples first.

Serafia sometimes thought that way too.

That way, I can continue to serve the supreme Mother Earth.

But this was a task given to her by the Mother Goddess. The hero had been summoned only after a thousand years, and it seemed that even the Mother Goddess valued him highly. It would be too selfish of her to think that way.

This left Serafia with mixed feelings.

She wanted to help the Earth Mother complete her mission and find the Hero, and she also hoped that the saintesses of other temples could do so before her.

"I'm a little concerned about it."

Serafia lowered her eyes, a strand of golden hair slipped down and fell to the side of her fair neck. She subconsciously used her fingers to gently tuck it behind her ear.

"After all, he's the legendary hero, so you'd like to meet him, wouldn't you?"

Actually, you've seen it more than once...

Mu Qiu thought to himself.

Seeing that the traveler didn't respond, Serafia changed the subject, saying, "Speaking of which, this dungeon riot was a bit beyond my expectations. A weak slime monster even appeared on the last floor..."

"Does it look like it was done by someone?"

Mu Qiu continued.

"Yes, that's a possibility."

Serafia instinctively gripped the Holy Light Orb in her hand, her knuckles turning slightly white: "If this is the work of the Abyss, then we're in trouble. Although a medium-sized dungeon shouldn't be targeted by the Abyss..."

Was this the work of the Abyss?

Mu Qiu thought of Lyme Lyme.

Could it be that demon from the abyss?

The two walked and talked, with Serafia mostly introducing some common knowledge about the underground city and the special situations she had encountered in the past, while Mu Qiu occasionally chimed in with questions.

Soon, they returned to the 45th floor they had passed through earlier.

The passage on this level is much wider, and there are obvious traces left by the claws of monsters on the rock walls. There are even some nest-like depressions on both sides, indicating that this was once a small monster gathering point.

But at this moment, the place is also empty, with only traces of the battle and faint magical dust left behind after the monsters dissipated.

Just as they were about to continue uphill, Mu Qiu suddenly stopped.

His gaze fell on a spot on the side wall of the main passage, which, if he remembered correctly, should have been a rock wall covered with moss.

But now, there is a dark, gaping hole there.

The opening was small, only wide enough for one person to crawl through while bending over, and the edges were jagged, as if it had just been torn open.

"Miss Saint".

Mu Qiu's voice carried a hint of doubt as he pointed to the cave entrance: "This cave entrance... was it there when we came down just now?"

Upon hearing this, Serafia immediately stopped and looked at the newly appeared hole with her face covered by a black cloth.