Valkyrie Flavor Tasting Guide

“Miss Raven,” the female staff member next to her spoke for the third time.

The buttons on her uniform collar were not fastened properly, and there were still red marks on her fair neck that had not completely faded. "Please wait a moment longer. Mr. Lu Mo is dealing with some personal matters."

Logically, staff at hotels of this caliber shouldn't expose such things.

But her appearance was almost intentional.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than some sounds that should not have been heard by outsiders could be arrogantly emitted from behind that heavy soundproof door.

First came a crisp, light crack of a whip striking something soft, followed by a woman's pleading voice.

"Waaah... Master, I was wrong! I'll never do it again! Don't use that..."

"Now you know you were wrong?" Lu Mo's voice was lazy. "Too late. Mei, hold her down and make her lick it clean herself."

“Yes, Master,” another gentle female voice replied, followed by a suppressed whimper, like that of a wildcat in the middle of the night.

The raven's brow furrowed even more deeply.

What the hell... what the hell?! Several people?! They're really playing dirty tricks...

She wasn't an innocent little girl; she could naturally discern the deeper meaning behind these conversations.

They left me here while they went inside to have their fun... These rich old men are all such scoundrels.

Once I get inside, I'll make him pay!

Raven's professionalism made her patient.

But even the highest level of self-control doesn't mean you don't feel anything; it just means you won't react.

The sounds inside the room abruptly ceased after a short, high-pitched exclamation from who-knows-who.

Another few minutes passed.

The staff outside seemed to have received the news.

"Miss Raven, you may come in now."

Raven snorted coldly, suppressing all the resentment and anger on his face.

As soon as I opened the door, a scent of sweet cream and women's perfume wafted out.

The room was a mess. A woman's stockings hung on the lampshade, several wrinkled shirts were thrown on the sofa, and there were a few suspicious stains on the carpet.

The man she lacked information about—Lu Mo—was lounging casually on the sofa. His shirt was mostly unbuttoned, revealing his muscular chest, and the smile on his face betrayed his post-coital languor.

A red-haired woman with an even better figure than her was kneeling between his legs. His hand was casually pressed on that red head, pushing her face even deeper between his legs.

Hearing the door open, Lu Mo lazily raised his eyelids, glanced at the raven at the door, but showed no intention of stopping what he was doing.

"Oh? You're Miss Nata?" Lu Mo didn't say anything rude, so Raven's expression didn't change. "You've come at the right time. If you had come any later, you would have had to wait for me to wake up."

Raven calmly closed the door, walked slowly to the sofa, and didn't say much, as if the vivid scene before him was just a mediocre oil painting.

"It seems Mr. Lu Mo's daily life is even busier than I imagined." Her voice was flat, neither sarcastic nor factual. "It's my fault for disturbing your enjoyment."

"Enjoying something?" Lu Mo chuckled softly, then lowered his head and patted Ji Zi's cheek with a hint of humiliation. "No, you didn't disturb my enjoyment. You just... disturbed her lunch."

Himeko, nestled in his arms, let out a soft, unintelligible sob.

“Is that so?” Raven pulled up a chair, sat down, and crossed his legs. “Then it seems my time is more precious than your lunch. I am deeply honored.”

She paused for a moment, then finally steered the conversation back on track.

“Mr. Lu Mo,” her eyes were sharp as knives, “I think we are all sensible people. You first generously donated funds, and then suddenly froze them. I want to know your reasons for doing so.”

"A reason?" Lu Mo asked, as if he'd heard a funny joke. "Do I need a reason?"

He stretched and sat up straight on the sofa, and Himeko naturally rested her head on his lap.

The raven found the expression on his face somewhat disgusting.

“Miss Raven, you seem to have misunderstood something.” A typical playboy expression appeared on his face. “I gave you money because I was in a good mood that day and wanted to do some good. Now… I’m not in such a good mood anymore, and I don’t want to give it to you. It’s that simple.”

“You…” Raven frowned. “Are you toying with me?”

That's a ridiculous reason.

"Playing with you?" Lu Mo shook his head, his tone becoming nonchalant to show his willfulness.

"Miss Raven, you must understand."

"I'm giving you money as a favor."

"It's my right not to give it to you."

Lu Mo stated that he would not be morally coerced.

"Favor, duty..."

Raven repeated the two words, her face expressionless. She lowered her crossed legs, leaned forward slightly, and casually placed her right hand on her waist.

“Mr. Lu Mo makes a lot of sense.” Her voice was also calm. “However, sometimes when business is not going well, I personally prefer to use the simplest method to directly solve the root of the problem.”

Killing you and taking your money is something I could do.

"Oh? Is that so?" Lu Mo seemed not to understand the threat in her words, maintaining his lazy tone. He even yawned and reached out to gently stroke the red head resting on his lap.

"Speaking of which, I saw something really boring in the report just now." He changed the subject, "This month, Destiny has a special batch of anti-Honkai drugs, but the procedures seem to be having some problems and are getting stuck."

He lowered his head and looked at Himeko in his arms: "Baby, do you think I need to personally urge them on such a small matter?"

Although the Third Honkai Impact did not occur in this timeline, the anti-Honkai drugs specially provided by Schicksal remained essential for the frail and sickly children in "House of Shiora."

The raven froze.

Her hand, which was resting on her waist, also stopped moving.

Destiny...

Anti-Honkai drugs...

The man in front of me... not only knew, but also used them as bargaining chips in such a nonchalant tone.

In that instant, she finally understood.

The man in front of me is not some ordinary, bloated, anonymous philanthropist at all.

He is... the man of destiny.

Moreover, they are absolute high-level figures who can directly intervene in the drug supply.

Damn it... I didn't have any information at all... and I just walked right into this mess?!

This guy... was after me from the very beginning!

"You..." Her voice was filled with undisguised shock and anger.

This was an unplanned development.

"What's wrong with me?" Lu Mo's face wore the confident smile of a victor.

He now exuded a touch of arrogance, and the princess in his arms slid down to kneel at his feet.

"The children of the House of Theora must still be waiting for this batch of life-saving medicine, right?" His voice wasn't loud, but it was deadly to the raven.

"Now……"

"Can we have a proper talk?"

He leaned back on the sofa leisurely, while Himeko obediently adjusted the position of his pillow.

“However, I’m not some kind of devil.” Lu Mo’s voice was lazy, as if he were talking about a trivial business deal. “I can give you the medicine for destiny. It’s just that the stock in the warehouse doesn’t seem to be enough to distribute among dozens of children.”

He paused, then offered a "suggestion" in a considerate tone.

"How about this, you pick a few of your children to be Valkyrie trainees."

"Use them to exchange for the safety of the remaining children. How about it?"

"you wanna die!"

The ravens could no longer maintain their facade of calm.

A chilling killing intent was undisguisedly locked onto Lu Mo.

However, Lu Mo seemed completely oblivious to her impending weapon, and even the girl in his arms remained motionless.

He simply looked at her quietly, his malicious smile unchanged.

The raven froze.

……wrong.

Looking at the man before her, at his arrogant and fearless demeanor, the anger in her heart was instantly extinguished by reason.

He was deliberately messing with me.

He was deliberately trying to provoke me, wanting to see my reaction.

The raven released its grip on the trigger.

“Mr. Lu Mo,” her voice switched smoothly, “I think our appetizer session is over. Now, may we begin the main course?”

"Say your terms."

“Hehe…” Lu Mo chuckled softly, “Miss Raven is really smart.”

But instead of answering directly, he asked in return, "Miss Raven, aren't you curious?"

"Why should I insist that you come to this room to see me?"

"And why should I make you wait outside for so long, listening to such a good show?"

The raven fell silent.

She remembered the ambiguous sounds outside the door, the female staff member with red marks on her neck, and the man in front of her, being served by another woman.

The answer is obvious, isn't it?

"Your terms..."

"—It's me?"

Looking at the Raven's expression of finally understanding, Lu Mo raised his hand and gently clapped.

"Excellent, as expected of a professional in the world of snakes. You saved me a lot of trouble."

"Is that so?" Raven dropped her weapon and stood up. She neither immediately agreed nor refused.

She simply walked around the sofa at a leisurely pace, like a wild animal assessing a trap.

“Mr. Lu Mo, you are a businessman, and I am a mercenary.” Her voice was calm. “I think you must have assessed my value before you offered this price.”

"My connections, my intelligence network, my influence in the underworld...aren't these more valuable than the right to use me as a person?"

“No, no, no,” Lu Mo shook his head, then held up a finger and gently shook it. “You’ve got it wrong.”

"Your things are worthless to me."

"What I want..." Lu Mo's gaze swept over her in a lewd manner, "is just you as a person."

“Mr. Lu Mo,” she walked slowly to him, leaned down, her warm breath almost touching his face, “have you ever thought about this?”

"Oh?"

“A woman like me…” her fingertips touched the neck of the other man in turn, “…is not so easy to take care of.”

“Maybe one night when you’re asleep…” she whispered, like a lover’s murmur, “I will… snap your neck and take everything from you.”

Lu Mo did not speak.

He simply watched her silently, letting her threaten him in this way.

He didn't reach out and grasp her wrist until she finished speaking.

"Are you done?" His voice was calm.

With a little effort, he pulled her up from the ground and pushed her down onto the coffee table in front of him.

"Now that you've finished speaking, it's my turn."

He looked down at her, his face displaying pure, undisguised arrogance.

"Raven, it seems you've made another mistake."

"You think... you still have the right to negotiate with me?"