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

Judging from his impression of Earth City alone, it seems pretty good.

But this might be because of Serafia's presence, and besides, the city lord here is, after all, a descendant of a former hero's companion...

I wonder what the other cities in the empire are like?

Mu Qiu thought to himself.

Moreover, even in such a prosperous city, slums still exist...

The two walked and talked, and soon returned to the main passage on the fiftieth floor.

Just as Mu Qiu was about to lift the curtain and go inside, he was gently patted on the shoulder.

Ok?

He looked back with some confusion and saw Serafia put her finger to her lips, making a shushing gesture at him.

Mu Qiu was slightly taken aback. After realizing what was happening, he softened his movements, slowly lifted the tent flap, and tiptoed inside.

Serafia followed closely behind, keeping her footsteps very low. Then, seeing the bed in the corner, she crawled in without a second thought.

Mu Qiu returned to his original sleeping spot, carefully lay down next to Vera, and closed his eyes.

A few hours later.

While Mu Qiu and the others in the tent were fast asleep, Serafia tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

She opened her eyes and stared at the silver-haired elf lying on Mu Qiu's body, feeling somewhat troubled.

too close……

At this distance, the elf lady was too close to her. Even if she was fast asleep, her dream was probably not a proper dream. Seraphia could feel the succubus mark on her lower abdomen was getting slightly hot.

She wanted to suppress it with holy light again, but then she hesitated when she remembered what had just happened.

If this wakes Mr. Mu up, she won't be able to explain herself.

Or... should I drink a sip of the purification potion that Mr. Mu just gave her?

Serafia had a sudden thought, and a bottle of pinkish-purple potion appeared in her hand.

Although she didn't believe in the potions seized from the dungeon, she was quite at ease with the potion Mu Qiu had given her.

Through her interactions with the Traveler throughout the day, she could sense his upright character, and this purifying potion would definitely be effective!

Of course, out of a cautious habit, Serafia did not intend to drink it all at once.

"Let's drink one-tenth of it first."

Serafia thought to herself.

She didn't think this potion could cure the curse on her body, but at least it could suppress it for a while... that should be fine, right?

Serafia sat up, uncorked the bottle, and carefully took a small sip.

After the potion entered her stomach, she felt her body become burning hot, and the curse on her lower abdomen seemed to be suppressed. This made Serafia's lips curl up slightly, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, the potion that Mr. Mu gave her was fine.

but……

Why did the burning sensation in her lower abdomen disappear, but she felt hot all over her body?

"So hot……"

Serafia twisted her voluptuous body.

The clothes are starting to get in the way, so maybe I should take them off?

Chapter 109 I've eaten the bread, but I still can't repay you, so let me take you out for a big meal.

Serafia gently hooked her finger.

wow-

The pure white priestess slipped off her shoulders in an instant, revealing her flawless figure.

She crawled back into bed, ready for a good night's sleep.

But after a short while, Serafia opened her eyes again.

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

The indescribable heat within her body not only failed to subside, but instead spread rapidly throughout her body like a wildfire.

What was originally just a slight burning sensation from the succubus mark on her lower abdomen now felt like her blood was rushing through her body, her skin was flushed with an alluring pink, and fine beads of sweat were seeping out from between her proud curves. Even the black cloth in front of her eyes became damp.

"Um……"

Serafia let out a soft hum through her nose. Her hands, which had been neatly placed at her sides, began to grip the sheets beneath her restlessly, her slender fingers crumpling the soft fabric into a mess. Her two long, plump legs also unconsciously rubbed against each other, trying to relieve the heat that emanated from the depths of her bones.

"This, this potion... something seems... off!"

Serafia had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

Wasn't the purifying potion that Mr. Mu gave her?

Why did it not only fail to suppress the curse within her, but instead seem to be adding fuel to the fire?

Is it the potion, the curse on her, or Mr. Mu's problem?

Thoughts flooded her increasingly blurred consciousness like a tidal wave.

"Ugh...it's so hot...it's so uncomfortable..."

She was breathing slightly heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath.

She instinctively reached out, her slender fingers trembling, wanting to pull back the covers and cool herself down.

Just as her fingertips lifted a corner of the blanket.

"Well……"

Mu Qiu, who was beside her, unconsciously turned over in his sleep and uttered a muffled murmur. His arm seemed to unintentionally reach out towards her.

This subtle movement exploded in Serafia's mind like a thunderclap!

No!

Absolutely not!

If Mr. Traveler were to see me in this... this shameless state... then even making a lot of noise wouldn't be able to cover it up, would it?

Overwhelmed by shame and her last shred of reason, she bit her lower lip hard. Only through the intense pain did she manage to regain a little control of her body.

Serafia shrank back into the blankets like a startled fawn, narrowly avoiding Mu Qiu's hand that might touch her.

She curled up, hugging her burning body tightly, her nails almost digging into the skin of her arms, desperately fighting against the heat in her body. The pure white blanket was kicked into disarray, revealing a smooth, fair calf that was now trembling slightly.

Beneath the black cloth, her beautiful eyes were already glistening with tears, veiled by a thin mist.

She bit her lip hard, trying not to make any sound that might wake anyone else.

patience!

You must be patient!

Absolutely...absolutely no sound must be made!

At the very least, one should not do such a shameless thing to Mr. Mu!

At most, that's about it...

"Eek... Ooh—oh... Oh!"

……

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Meanwhile, in the Silver City, the heavy, rhythmic sound of war drums echoed through the massive crimson arena, igniting the passion of all the spectators in the stands.

"Oh my god!!!"

"We want to see rivers of blood!"

"Rivers of blood!!!"

From the stands, the audience roared with excitement.

At that moment, the magic spotlight suddenly shone on the heavy iron gates on both sides.

On one side, a barbarian, tall as an iron tower, with dark skin and covered in hideous scars, walked out with a savage grin, carrying his giant battle axe covered in spikes.

He waved his arms roughly at the boisterous audience, drawing a burst of enthusiastic cheers and whistles.

"Bloodhowl Skullbreaker! Smash that bitch!"

"Skull-crusher! Skull-crusher! Skull-crusher!"

Hearing the excited shouts of the audience, the barbarian grinned, unleashing his powerful aura as a half-step gold master without any concealment.

He is half a step into the Gold Realm; who can subdue him? Who can defeat him?

On the other side, the gate slowly rose.

Kalista's figure slowly appeared at the entrance of the passage.

She was still wearing that figure-hugging leather armor, holding a long spear, and her steps seemed as steady as ever.

However, if someone who knows her very well observes her closely, they might notice that her eyes and expression have changed, and there is a slight smile on her lips.

Unfortunately, no one here cares about the condition of a slave.

These bloodthirsty viewers only wanted to see the results they desired—whether it was the Silver Valkyrie defeating the Barbarian with the weak and killing him, or the Barbarian, who was halfway to Gold, brutally venting his primal desires, it would excite these viewers.

"Valkyrie! Pierce this barbarian's skin with your spear!"

"Kalista! My goddess! We've achieved a 50-game winning streak!"

"Hahaha, I've bet everything I have on you to win today! The odds are seven to one, whether I can make a fortune depends on today, so don't let me down!"

The cheers for her from the stands were equally enthusiastic.

The commentator on the platform was practically spitting as he shouted, "The gladiators have entered! Let me hear your cheers! The final battle of the Crimson Arena—begins!"

"Roar!"

The barbarian let out a battle cry and charged forward like a mad rhinoceros!

The massive battle axe dragged on the ground, making a screeching sound and sending sparks flying.

His orders were to hold back in the early stages, make the fight exciting, and then unleash his true strength to crush the enemy at the last moment, and then enjoy his spoils in front of everyone!

Faced with the ferocious charge, "Kalista" seemed to nimbly dodge to the side as always, while slightly raising her spear and casually thrusting it towards the barbarian's shoulder armor.

Ding!

Sparks flew as the spear was deflected by the heavy shoulder armor, but the skillful force still slowed the barbarian's charge.

"Not bad, little wench! You've got some skills!"

The skullcutter grinned and swung his battle axe in a wide arc, creating a gust of wind as he cleaved the enemy in half!

This strike was powerful and heavy, but its speed was slowed down, giving the opponent enough space to block or dodge.

According to the script, "Kalista" should make a thrilling parry, and then the two sides should engage in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

However, Kalista's reaction surprised everyone.

She neither blocked nor dodged with all her might; she simply took a step back casually, narrowly avoiding the massive axe blade that grazed her leather armor.

The sharp wind from the axe even severed a few strands of her hair, but the expression on her pretty face remained calm and composed, showing no sign of being frightened.

Then, just as the barbarian's old strength had faded and new strength had not yet arisen, the spear in her hand moved!

Fast! So fast that only afterimages remained!

The spear tip instantly tore through the air, piercing straight for the barbarian's exposed armpit area caused by swinging his axe!

"what?!"

The skull-crusher's pupils constricted sharply; a strong sense of impending death made the hairs on his body stand on end.