Chapter 1256 - 565: Can’t Lose to Her!

Chapter 1256: Chapter 565: Can’t Lose to Her!

"Hehe~"

Herbert let out a satisfied chuckle, finally leaning down and gently kissing Kreti before she completely lost her patience.

Moreover, rather than a simple kiss, his hand didn’t behave as he’d just been "abused" by someone earlier.

The calloused fingertips glided slowly down the curve of her spine, eliciting a shiver.

!!!

Though Kreti was a bit unhappy with this treatment, she glared at Herbert but accepted the somewhat rude massage silently.

She even squinted slightly, a stirring sigh escaping her nose.

After a long time, they finally separated, Kreti’s eyes covered in a hazy mist,

"Mm—ha!"

Seeing her so endearingly, Herbert couldn’t help but tease after they parted: "I told you, small can be cute too... Hey hey hey, don’t stomp my feet, not small! Not small at all!"

He glanced down at the hole made by high heels on the Bronze Fortress tiles, his mouth twitching slightly.

Even with his physique, getting stepped on like that... not bone-breaking, but definitely a bruise.

That was a dead stomp.

I didn’t hit hard, why did you stomp so hard?

Really can’t handle it.

"Kreti, you’re really excessive."

"Humph."

Kreti cast a sidelong glance at the guy who took advantage and played innocent, her lips curling.

I’m excessive, huh?

Why don’t you talk about the excessive thing you just did!

But Miss Lucky Ghost didn’t argue with Herbert, snorted, then turned away, walking elegantly in high heels, soon disappearing around the corridor corner.

This time, she probably wouldn’t come back.

Because, as she left, though she tried to suppress, she couldn’t help but smile.

"Haha."

Herbert smiled, watching Kreti flee, shook his head slightly, and murmured softly: "Looks like, her mood has improved."

Soothing accomplished.

Though, not sure if I soothed her or she soothed herself... but it doesn’t matter, it’s all the same.

The Bronze Fortress regained its quiet.

Herbert stood still for a while, then slowly raised his hand, gently brushing his fingertips across his lower lip, where it felt like Miss Devil’s cool and soft touch remained, along with that stubborn warmth.

He chuckled lightly, turned to glance at the magma lake, confirmed Flora needed more time to awaken, then nodded.

"Rest well, no need to bother you for this exploration."

Finally, Herbert turned around, took a deep look at the corridor corner where Kreti’s silhouette vanished, smiled faintly, and turned to push open the Teleportation Gate.

Click.

After Herbert left, a head peeked out from the corridor corner, suspiciously looking at the spot where Herbert disappeared.

"Did he know I was hiding here? So, he knew before... hiss, wait, did I forget something?"

Kreti pondered with her chin, blinked, and finally realized she forgot to mention something.

"I completely didn’t mention that Sammi guy! Wait, where did he go?"

Where is he?

She had returned earlier after confirming Herbert wouldn’t sign a contract with Sammi, without paying attention to subsequent developments.

How did they talk afterward?

Would she be left in the Disciplinary Hall by Herbert?

Or would she... tut.

"Others are one thing, losing is losing, but I absolutely can’t lose to her... never mind, next time!"

Kreti snorted lightly, then proudly raised her head, chest out, striding towards the bedroom.

After taking just two steps, she felt a vibration in her chest and paused.

Looking down at her once confident capital, her mouth twitched slightly.

"... At least, can’t lose too much!"

Yes!

Losing a bit is okay, winning in other parts is enough!

That’s it!

...

"Achoo!"

After finishing the last bottle of wine, Sammi stopped dawdling, quickly gathering up things to take from the residence.

"Strange, why did I sneeze?"

She blinked unbelievingly and muttered, "No way? Am I really unlucky enough to catch a cold..."

Normally, demons don’t catch colds.

Unless cursed by an enemy of equal level or afflicted by a kind of poison, appearing like a cold.

But the problem is, Sammi is a Legendary Assassin; she has high resistance to toxins.

What kind of poison could affect her?

After pondering a bit, she considered a barely possible possibility.

"Could it be... I’m feeling uncomfortable with the Holy Power of the Godslayer?"

But this leads to an unavoidable issue.

"This can’t be right, I was summoned by soul, the soul summoned to the Mortal Realm won’t affect the main body."

She struggled for a while, only sneezing once without other symptoms, finally relaxing, thinking she was overly tense.

Suspicion about everything even at this level, it feels like something has impacted her.

"... Impact? Indeed very stimulating."

Sammi recalled the scene when summoned by the Godslayer, and her impulsive move to beg to be his servant; even now, it sends chills down her back.

Stimulating, really damn stimulating.

She patted her chest in fear, unable to hold back a shiver, feeling almost overwhelmed.

It’s all because of Finn!

If not for him, I wouldn’t have experienced such a terrifying ordeal!

The Godslayer said Finn was exiled to the Star Realm by the Witch Association’s president... huh!

I hope Finn is as unlucky as me!

Meet the most dreadful existence in the Star Realm! Let him feel the fear I felt!

Sammi cursed fiercely in her mind before tossing thoughts of Finn aside, then sighed with a sense of appreciation.

"... However, in a way, I owe thanks to that annoying guy Finn. Without him, I likely wouldn’t have had the chance to connect with that great one."

"Nor would I have had the chance to understand his unexpectedly easygoing character, so benevolent... a Paladin model, even treating a demon like me gently."

The more she recalled Herbert’s attitude, the more Sammi felt touched; she wouldn’t have guessed the Godslayer feared in the Dark Domain could be so easygoing privately.

"Since he is willing to give me this opportunity, I absolutely must not relax, I have to grasp it well!"

At this moment, Sammi was exceptionally motivated, determined to complete the test Herbert assigned her.

Absolutely can’t miss this opportunity!

It’s just some unheard-of special materials, watch me gather them all!

Confident, as Sammi was about to set off, she paused, squinting her eyes.

"Right, couldn’t look carefully at the time... but that Kreti, a similar demon, have I heard of her somewhere?"

She furrowed her brows, trying hard to recall, finally blinking uncertain after a while, retrieving an old piece of information from her memory.

After a long time, she hesitantly murmured: "In that rumor... the eccentric who loves to rescue slaves?"

"Wasn’t she missing for a long time?"

"I remember someone deliberately came to Hell searching for her after she disappeared? Asked me for information, who were those folks?"

She squinted, muttering: "... Was it the Church of the Goddess of Fortune? Why were they searching for her then?"

...

...

Elda.

"Hoomph."

Squirrel Tata stood atop a big tree not far from Elda, gazing at the entire domain.

This place is truly peaceful.

Unlike the depths, where danger might claim your life at any moment.

Hoomph, it really is tranquil!

No, it seems Herbert has flattened the crisis; no senseless folks dare infringe now.

"Peaceful, but really boring... hmm?"

Reflecting on this, Tata’s ears twitched, turning towards the depths of the mist.

It’s sensed an unusual dangerous aura slowly approaching Elda.

"Someone’s coming?"

"... Hmm? What’s this aura?"

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