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“Feels good.”
With the attendant servant, Mu’en casually glanced around the room.
A slightly sweet fragrance floated in the air.
Although it was in the lower district, this hotel could still be considered luxurious; the bedding and sheets were clearly made of high-quality silk, and the pink gauze draping from the bedtop flowed down like a young girl’s wedding dress, exuding a hazy beauty.
Even the floor was covered with a soft pure wool carpet, clearly convenient for couples staying here to expand their battlefield.
However, the red candles, whips, and wealthy woman’s pleasure ball on one wall looked somewhat jarring.
Mu’en’s eyelids twitched as he dismissed the somewhat nervous-looking servant and took a walk around the room before entering the bathroom.
In the bathroom, the noticeably larger bathtub, along with the massive floor-to-ceiling mirror facing it, made him wince slightly.
As expected of a luxurious hotel’s couple suite; the wealthier you are, the more extravagant you play.
However, Mu’en didn’t pay much attention to it; after all, even though it was a couple suite, to him, still a single man at this moment, it was nothing more than a slightly larger bed and a more spacious bathtub.
Isn’t it better this way? He could toss and turn however he wanted while sleeping at night.
Thinking this, Mu’en stripped off his clothes and happily sank into the hot water of the bathtub.
“Ah, so comfortable.”
He couldn’t help but emit a comfortable sigh.
After a day’s worth of accumulated fatigue, what could be more pleasurable than a hot bath?
Not to mention, lying in such a large double bathtub.
Mu’en leaned back, enjoying the gradual easing of his exhaustion while contemplating tomorrow’s actions.
The thing he needed to do tomorrow was quite simple: prepare the Dragon’s Blood that Teacher Meila mentioned.
However, he had rushed to the appointment earlier and hadn’t really paid attention. Thinking back, this Dragon’s Blood seemed to be quite an extraordinary item.
“I remember, this thing should be a banned item.”
Since the giant dragons collectively migrated to the Dragon Island hidden deep in the sea, dragon-related items had become increasingly scarce on this continent.
Even true scales and claws could fetch astronomical prices.
Thus, basically any dragon-related item had already been banned from sale on the market.
For example, the previously encountered Evil Dragon Blood could sell for over a hundred thousand simply with a drop on a magic potion.
It should be noted that so-called Evil Dragons mostly came from those subspecies of dragons; due to their impure bloodlines and the tainting of various attributes, they were labeled as Evil Dragons.
They were far from true ancient dragons.
And the Dragon’s Blood that Teacher Meila requested surely had to come from a real ancient dragon.
Mu’en suddenly felt a bit of a headache.
Acquiring such a banned item through the Duke’s Mansion’s channels wasn’t too difficult.
But it would definitely take some time.
Yet it seemed Teacher Meila was quite anxious.
“So, I can only try my luck in the black market?”
Thinking it over, the black market should have reopened by now.
And speaking of the black market…
“I seem to have a serious debt to settle as well.”
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As his body relaxed, a wave of drowsiness gradually washed over him.
And it seemed that the sound insulation of this couple suite was excellent, so Mu’en couldn’t hear the annoying noises that might have come from next door.
Only in his drowsy state did he feel that his senses, sharpened by the Mercury Well’s refinement, seemed to pick up on a faint sound of a door opening.
… Is it room service?
Wait, room service? Where did room service come from?
He hadn’t called for any, and this was a couple suite—interrupting the guests in a couple suite, don’t they fear getting killed?
Mu’en jolted awake.
He held his breath, straining to listen to the sounds outside the bathroom.
It was very quiet.
But it was this silence that made his heart grow heavier.
—He was certain it wasn’t his imagination; meaning, the other party had the ability to completely evade his perception, and their strength was definitely not weak.
Who could it be?
An Evil Cultist, or perhaps those gangsters he offended during the day?
Mu’en leaned towards the former.
After all, those things had been coveting him for a while now; it was no surprise that they would make a surprise attack at night.
Mu’en reached out to turn off the light from the magic item in the bathroom to prevent anyone outside from determining his position through shadows.
Then he quietly got up, quickly dressed, and equipped his spatial tools.
However, Mu’en didn’t immediately draw the two short knives because the pure white blades with golden patterns would stand out too much in the darkness.
Just then, his eyes gradually adapted to the dark.
He tiptoed to the bathroom door and gently opened a crack.
A single glance informed him that there was already a second person in the room besides him.
The pink gauze that was originally tied up on the bed was now completely unfurled, gently swaying with the wind coming from the window, resembling a young girl’s fluttering skirt.
Mu’en’s expression darkened.
Realizing that the other party was present but unable to pinpoint their exact location only reinforced his conviction.
He knew that those little thugs who extort money could never possess such skills!
Those damned Evil Cultists were persistent; how did they know his whereabouts?
Could they have been staking out the academy gate to watch him all along?
However, Mu’en didn’t have time to think deeply right now; he slowly opened the bathroom door and stepped into the room.
At that moment, with a chill coursing along his back, he felt like a prey in the hunting ground.
And the hunter was lurking in the shadows, grinning at him.
“Thinking of treating me like a little lamb? Aren’t you afraid of breaking your teeth?”
Mu’en tiptoed, feeling along the wall.
There weren’t many hiding spots in the room, so he leaned against the wall to avoid ambush, scanning the dim corners as he moved.
The sofa, curtains, even behind the vase…
Nothing.
It was as if the entire room had vanished into thin air; Mu’en could only hear his own breathing.
Finally… all that remained was the most conspicuous thing in the room, the pink gauze swaying, obscuring the grand bed inside.
This is… a provocation?
Mu’en chuckled angrily; he was no longer the same as a month ago. No matter what the Evil Cultist’s intention was, if they underestimated him…
Just watch me pin you down and rub you ruthlessly against the ground.
Mu’en held his breath and slowly approached.
At the same time, one hand reached behind him and withdrew a half knife handle from the spatial tool.
He crouched, like a cheetah about to pounce on its prey, poised and ready, while his other hand slowly pulled back the gauze curtain.
As the gauze fluttered, he vaguely caught a glimpse of a blurred black shadow on the bed twisting slightly, then quickly lunging toward him.
A chill shot up his back; without hesitation, Mu’en drew his knife.
The pure white blade shimmered slightly, as if blocking some influence.
Immediately after, the sharp blade’s light transformed into a brilliant crescent in the dark, striking down fiercely.
“Eh?”
A voice of surprise came from the silent room.
The black shadow seemed to encounter something it couldn’t comprehend.
Yet the shadow did not stop its actions; instead, it charged toward the knife light like a moth to a flame.
It seemed destined to be burned to ashes.
However, that dazzling blade light, at the moment it illuminated the shadow’s face, suddenly veered.
Like a car racing at two hundred miles per hour, abruptly swerving to avoid an old lady crossing the street.
Mu’en lost his balance in an instant.
And at that precise moment, the shadow’s fair, slender hand caught hold of Mu’en’s disheveled collar.
His body flipped.
The world spun.
In a split second, the shadow pressed Mu’en onto the bed, then sat on top of him.
The movements were as practiced as if rehearsed countless times.
A familiar floral scent engulfed him.
The shadow leaned down, revealing a graceful face that was flushed with excitement illuminated in the dim light.
“Long time no see, Young Master~”
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