Chapter 209 - 145: Large-Scale Xiuluo Scene

Chapter 209: Chapter 145: Large-Scale Xiuluo Scene

The scorching sun hung high in the sky. Within the green shade of Blueberry Manor, Lian lay on his bed. His eyes were shut tight, his brow slightly furrowed, as if he were trapped in an unpleasant dream.

Meanwhile, Yina was still rummaging through the various letters in the drawer, terrified of missing someone important and rendering Lian’s dream-meeting incomplete.

In addition to letters, she carefully sniffed even memos and notes.

She was a very talented third-generation Succubus who could locate people’s dreams based on their scent alone. Even if her targets weren’t asleep, she had special methods to make them doze off and enter a designated area—like Lian’s dream, for example.

Although Lian’s drawer was overflowing with items from various women, Yina painstakingly tracked down the owner of every single scent, all to show her master she was truly working hard.

This effort consumed a significant amount of her Power, leaving her feeling drained. She desperately needed to replenish her energy with a substitute: the extracted juice of a Heather flower.

In the dream.

Lian heard another knock at the door.

When he opened it, he saw the Disease Witch Dora—a tall, beautiful, red-haired woman with a mature and commanding presence.

Dora, like Sophie, was a Witch, so she naturally knew she was in a dream.

Her eyes lit up as she looked at Lian with curiosity.

"I can’t believe I’m dreaming of you, Lord Lian."

"What are you doing here?"

Lian remembered Dora had left him a short letter—more of a note, really—when she departed from Yusofa. Though it was only a few sentences long, he had tossed it in his drawer.

’That Yina... She’s a little too diligent for her own good, summoning Dora here too.’

’Well, she is a comrade-in-arms, after all. And our relationship is purely platonic. This shouldn’t cause any trouble.’

With that thought, Lian opened the door wider and let the Disease Witch Dora step into his bedroom.

Dora blinked her large, expressive eyes and gave him a mischievous grin.

’Since this is my dream, I can do whatever I want, right?’

Seeing the look on Dora’s face, Lian suddenly had a bad feeling.

Dora parted her cherry lips slightly. A pink gas drifted out, wafting into Lian’s nostrils.

Lian smelled a peculiar fragrance, and his body began to grow even hotter than before.

"What did you do to me?"

Lian tugged at his collar. His vision grew hazy as he slipped into a state resembling light intoxication.

"It’s just a simple catalyst to amplify your desires."

Dora said with a smile as she sat down on the sofa.

She rested her chin in her hand, watching as Lian’s face grew progressively redder.

"Why did you drug me?"

"This isn’t a drug; it’s a toxin. It’ll be quite unpleasant if you don’t neutralize it soon. Do you need me to help you... just like you helped me before?"

Dora blinked playfully.

"What will Catherine think of this?"

’I have to endure this.’ Lian decided he would have to force himself to endure it. ’If I can just get rid of Dora, then figure out a way to deal with Anna in the closet and Sophie behind the curtains, I can finally get to my "detoxification exercise" with Catherine in the bed.’

In reality, his Physique as a Five-star Knight made him highly resistant to poison. However, this was a special kind of toxin, one that wouldn’t cause any real physical harm.

"Catherine once said she wanted us to marry the same man, so she won’t mind. Besides, I’m not actually going to marry you. I just want to try something... different. On top of that, this is just a dream—*my* dream. Why are you getting so worked up about it?"

Dora reached out, looping her arm around Lian’s neck.

Just as her red lips were about to draw near, she suddenly felt the air grow much colder.

"Who’s there?"

Her sharp gaze turned to the windowsill.

Sophie, whom Lian had inexplicably told to hide behind the curtains, felt a strong urge to freeze the Disease Witch into an ice sculpture.

Hiding under the covers, Catherine was the farthest away from the pair, but she thought she heard her friend’s voice.

In the closet, which was closest to them, Anna’s eyes narrowed.

’Why is this strange woman saying this is her dream? Isn’t this supposed to be my dream?’

Lian subconsciously assumed Dora had discovered Sophie, but he figured it wasn’t a huge deal.

But Dora hadn’t spotted Sophie. Instead, her gaze was fixed on a stunningly beautiful woman who had appeared on the windowsill at some point.

Nancy Stuart.

’How did she get here too? I thought she didn’t like afternoon naps.’

’Don’t tell me Yina brought her in too?’

Nancy Stuart, barefoot, hopped lightly from the windowsill, landing silently on the room’s soft carpet.

"As Lian’s mistress, I can handle the task of his ’detoxification.’ We won’t be needing your help, Miss Witch."

Nancy Stuart slowly walked over, reached out, and pulled Lian to her side.

Dora was clearly displeased. She grabbed Lian’s other hand. "When did you become Lian’s mistress? You’re nothing but his contracted servant."

"Is that so? Lian, do you see me as a servant?"

Nancy Stuart looked at Lian.

Lian shook his head. "Of course not, Nancy. You are my Her Highness Princess."

"Thank you, my Knight. I will always be your Her Highness Princess."

Nancy Stuart stood on her tiptoes and lightly kissed Lian’s lips.

’This dream is getting more and more interesting,’ Dora thought. ’But since this is *her* dream, how could she possibly let another woman seize the initiative?’

And so, Dora yanked Lian to her side and forced a kiss on him.