I just swallowed her hair, so my body wouldn't be stained with her scent, right
"No, it's... an older flavor?"
Valentina wasn't sure what the problem was. She sniffed Herbert's fingers carefully and even wanted to lick them to see how they worked...
But before she could act, Herbert had already withdrawn his arm and said with a smile:
"Well, if you beg me, you can still call me father! It doesn't matter if I suffer a little more."
Valentina:
"What did you say!?" Herbert took a step back as he pulled his hand back, just in time to avoid the furious dragon's claws.
Hey, I can't hit it.
He tilted his head and smiled, waved at the helpless and furious Miss Hungry Dragon, and walked towards the Deep Water Prison with a smile.
"Bye, see you later."
"Hey! Don't run! If you come back, I won't hit you—"
"I won't listen~"
Herbert passed through the barrier, and the roar of the hungry dragon behind him disappeared immediately, and his ears became quiet again.
His expression also became calm, and he said to himself, "Is this considered a temporary solution?"
After Valentina mentioned the ancient bloodline, Herbert realized that it was the residual influence after he strengthened his body, so he immediately changed the subject to prevent her from thinking too much.
"Well, even if I don't fool her, she'll probably never figure out the truth."
I think so.
How could Valentina have never imagined that she had inherited the Dragon King's legacy through her hair
That's totally illogical.
…
"Hmm? Herbert, come closer and let me take a look..." Freme had a strange expression on her face and waved at him.
Wait, why you too
Chapter 29, are you there? (Please read!)
Deep Water Prison.
"What? You want to smell me too?"
Herbert hugged his knees nervously, huddled in the corner, pitiful, helpless and weak, staring vigilantly at the malicious mermaid.
She also wants my body!
So astringent!
"You... ah?"
Mermaid:
"What the hell are you talking about? Who wants to smell you!?"
Freme widened her eyes in confusion, feeling that this guy's thinking was very strange, even a little perverted.
Who in their right mind would smell someone else's scent
"I just felt like you had the mark of my Siren clan on you, and I thought someone else was going to be imprisoned."
"Oh, if you don't want to say it, forget it."
She rolled her eyes violently, not wanting to talk to this guy anymore, and shrank back into the water ball.
"Oh? So you don't have any improper thoughts about me." Herbert stood up, shook it in front of the water ball, and poked the bubble with his hand.
Duang~
"Hello! Is anyone home?"
Duang~
"Open the door, open the door! Don't hide in there and keep silent! I know you are home!"
"Are you there? Are you there? Are you there?"
After being harassed for a while, Freme responded.
She pressed her face hard against the surface of the bubble, glared at Herbert, and blew out a bunch of bubbles from her mouth.
Gulu Gulu! ("It's so noisy!")
it is a pity.
Miss Siren, who had received royal education, was obviously not as easy to coax and deceive as Miss Hungry Dragon, and she refused to take the bait no matter what.
Well, it’s different after reading a book.
After being harassed, Freme did not accept the invitation to go online and chose to log off completely.
The surface of the blister becomes hard and frosted, so it won't vibrate when poked, thus unilaterally cutting off the connection between the two people.
"Alas, the feelings have faded, faded!"
Herbert sighed sadly, raised his hand to rub his eyes, and turned his head away, as if he didn't want the tears to fall.
But in fact, he turned his back, smiled, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It is certain that Freme is just annoying herself now, and not for any other reason.
"It seems that she is just like Valentina, she only has a vague feeling, but can't be sure what the feeling I have is exactly."
I have to say that although Xieshenjiang is not very reliable, the abilities he provides are still amazing.
Herbert breathed a sigh of relief as one of the hidden dangers in his mind was gone.
"However, it seems that the transformation of Miss Siren's strategy may not be as smooth as that of Miss Dragon."
A used brain is different.
It's not easy to cheat.
"Food temptation alone may not be of much use. We need to think of other ways."
"So the question is, what would a siren like?"
"Seafood? Handicrafts? Fish? Uh... Forget about fish. I don't want to see fish for a long time."
If the other party is unwilling to communicate with you, it will be fruitless to just keep licking him. It is better to play hard to get and leave him alone for the time being.
Sooner or later she will not be able to control herself.
Herbert thought so, said goodbye to Freme, picked up the tattered lantern, and once again crossed the barrier leading to the next area.
"I'm back again."
In the lightless prison, Herbert opened his eyes.
The same blinding darkness, the same deep and coldness.
But there is a little difference.
This time, Herbert no longer felt that the roads under his feet were all the same, and he had a strong sense of direction.
“It actually works.”
Herbert originally had no intention of coming to the Lightless Prison before the Archbishop repaired the formation, but a special ability made him change his mind.
In [The Siren Queen's Love], there is a blessing that will never get lost.
With this ability, he will no longer stand still in the dark!
Herbert put down the lantern, and, using only the light from the holy marks to protect his body, he strode forward fearlessly.
Soon, he clearly felt that his body was deviating to the right at a slight angle.
It's not about affecting his subconscious mind, nor is it about twisting his body. It's about changing the ground beneath his feet.
no
Wow.
Are you being a bit dishonest
This is bullying me because I can't fly.
Although it would be fine if you just ran faster than the opponent could change the terrain, that would be a bit cheap.
After walking for a while in silence, Herbert spoke softly into the darkness:
"I know you are watching me and changing the path I am on. If you insist on doing this, it will be a little boring, right?"
"Grand Mage Sfanni."
There are two monsters imprisoned in this area, but there is only one person qualified to influence the Lightless Prison.
[Forbidden Scholar], [Shadow Master], [Silent One] - Svani Moore
According to the information, this dark elf wizard is a loner by nature and is unwilling to communicate with others.
Only with her knowledge could she seize an opportunity to forcibly change the structure of the sealing formation.
However, knowing who is behind the scenes is useless, as Herbert still cannot reach that place.
So, he simply didn't leave, and just stood there and said calmly:
"Last time, I was not as skilled as you, so I left without throwing a tantrum and begging you to meet me."
"But this time, I'm no longer affected. If you continue like this, it's a bit too much to play with, right?"
"You know, you and I are going to meet each other sooner or later. Do you really have to keep playing like this?"
"If you really want to break up... I can make you feel bad."
Herbert shook his head, raised his right hand helplessly, and snapped his fingers lightly.
"Like—like this."
Pop.
When the snap of fingers sounded, a sharp friction sound suddenly came from the originally quiet darkness.
Click!
Although it only lasted for a moment before recovering again, Herbert's goal had been achieved.
He smiled, shrugged, and said overly frankly: "Yes, I can't completely control the sealing formation now, but you... are the same."
You can seize control, why can't I
"If you don't want to be disgusted by me every time, then don't hide it anymore."
"Let's meet once, and I won't bother you again today."
"how?"
No one answered in the darkness.
But Herbert knew that Svani had heard him—because the road beneath his feet stopped moving.
"very good."
Herbert was a little surprised to see the other party so cooperative, and then he walked quickly along the road ahead.
Sure enough, without any interference, he quickly found the prison where the prisoners were held.
However, the scene of this first meeting was somewhat different from what he had imagined—
"Um?"
Herbert looked at the black iron coffin in front of him, tilted his head and thought for a moment, then raised his hand and knocked on the coffin lid.
Knock knock.
The coffin made a very hollow sound, as if there was nothing inside.
Empty