Within the conference room.
For over a month, Garscek had been very satisfied with Liszt’s service. Living in this castle was indeed much better than residing in the underground palace on Iron Soul Island.
As tis changed, aesthetics and decoration styles were gradually advancing. After experiencing grand houses and top-tier bedroom furniture, she had no interest in dark, damp dungeons.
She had initially contemplated having Liszt craft a palace for her, complete with a velvet bed big enough to accommodate her true form. The level of comfort that would provide was unimaginable.
Liszt was quite the flirt, proficient in public settings, outdoor camping, and blasphemous church acts. What she hadn’t expected was that he was a married man, which displeased her sowhat.
With the maid’s reminder,
Liszt thought he still had ti to go out and intercept Dreya; after all, they were negotiating a major business deal. However, the familiar sound of footsteps and the authoritative tapping of high heels were already approaching.
His throat tightened; it was a complete disaster. She could have co earlier or later, but she chose this exact mont.
Garscek’s gaze turned towards the door and was imdiately captivated by the sight of a redhead with green eyes as alluring as a serpent’s, dressed in a black leather corset coat. Her aura was quite formidable.
This intrigued Garscek. The woman was not human but a mber of the Undead Clan. It had been so ti since she had last seen her, and she was no low-level vampire, at least not one transford by blood.
Liszt, standing nearby, was ignored.
Dreya slightly raised her chin to look up at the formidable creature standing over seven feet tall. Her sensitivity to Life Energy was extrely acute, aside from that entity and those of Fafna’s lineage, few races possessed such powerful life force.
"Who is this?"
Dreya wore a superficial smile, but inside, she was furious. Goodness, she had traveled thousands of miles, enduring much hardship to help Liszt locate the Junlin Sword. She had made significant breakthroughs regarding its whereabouts. Upon hearing about the East Sea incident, she had dropped everything and rushed back, only to find things had escalated so quickly that combat had already broken out three months ago.
Upon her return, the situation had changed dramatically. Now Liszt had beco the Boss of Heaven Port, and seed to have forgotten about his wife, who had shared in his struggles.
Liszt’s eyes flickered with a plan. After giving it so thought, he realized he hadn’t crossed any lines with Garscek anyway. What was there to fear? Had he known Dreya would return so soon, he would have made things official with Celeste, as they were already close. But now there wasn’t a chance.
"She’s a business partner I t on Iron Soul Island. She’s planning to invest."
Liszt signaled to Dreya with his eyes, urging her not to make a scene. He was between a rock and a hard place balancing his wife and his benefactor.
"Is that so?"
Dreya, with her extrely accurate instincts, sensed this creature’s reaction and suspected she might hold so affection for her husband. Damn it, had others discovered the appealing qualities of this wretched pirate?
Dreya’s grace and elegance in every movent exuded the authority akin to a Triad Gang leader, a stark contrast to Sister Ai and Alicia, sitting opposite Garscek, who was lounging on the sofa with her hand behind her head, completely composed.
A clash of madness ensued.
"So, you are Liszt’s wife. I just heard."
Indeed, Garscek had taken an interest in Liszt, primarily as a servant. She recognized Doringger’s rits; while Liszt fell short in so aspects compared to Doringger, in others, he far exceeded him.
She favored strong, yet not rigid individuals, outshining all, making him the perfect servant. In fact, she already considered Liszt as off-limits.
Dreya, concealing her turmoil underneath a calm exterior, was already considering making Liszt her minion.
"Just a sham marriage. We’re just partners in life in an open relationship; I help him find won, and he helps find n."
Dreya spoke casually,
Garscek’s CPU nearly overheated with these revelations.
She could fly through the skies at incredible speeds. Although she had traveled inland for a while, she hadn’t encountered such novel situations.
Her mindset was still sowhat stuck in the past, around seven or eight hundred years ago, when such proclivities were t with burning at the stake.
Did this an that this couple had a shared harem?
"A sham marriage. Human ceremonies are inherently aningless. Whether Holy Spirit exists remains to be examined. Signing a Blood Covenant, that is the truly effective... ceremony."
Garscek didn’t particularly dislike this woman, nor was she particularly fond of Liszt, but she relished in others’ discomfort.
Dreya, brows arched in genuine anger, glanced at Liszt.
"I didn’t sign any Blood Covenant, you know," he said bluntly.
Liszt was stunned by that gaze, his brain computing resources fully loaded, as he blurted out phrases from Wen Kui’s quotations.
Dreya’s expression improved slightly as she adjusted her hands.
Yisu Girl’s maid was quite adept at serving tea.
At the mont, however, Garscek tapped lightly on the tabletop with two fingers.
This presented a dilemma for the maid, not knowing whom to serve tea, such a little Maid couldn’t afford to offend anyone.
"Damn it, stop harassing the girl. Shall I do it? I’m the Boss of Heaven Port serving tea personally, what a rare privilege, huh?"
Liszt took the teapot and cups from the maid’s hands, poured two cups directly on the table without presenting them to anyone. If you wanted to drink, or pour yourself a cup, you had to co over and get it.
Not offending anyone.
But as it turned out, he had indeed offended both parties. After all, it was a no-win situation; any choice was wrong.
He noticed that both won wore displeased expressions.
"I have sothing to do... I’m leaving."
Liszt, rely pretending to be distracted, was dealing with an old patron, an old wife, and a new patron with big responsibilities with the charm, he couldn’t afford to provoke either. Better let them fight it out.
"Go on, since it’s a business talk, I can help you negotiate."
Dreya smiled.
Garscek looked unfazed, apparently, the mad woman was planning a one-on-one with him.
"Really leaving..."
After saying this, Liszt hurried off, preparing to take refuge, fearing that a fight between these two won would tear heaven and earth apart.
He had always thought that Dreya was just an average Vampire. However, after the Skull Club incident, he realized this cheap wife of his was anything but simple; she had many secrets and hardly ever talked about her two or three hundred years of life.
As Liszt left the house and stepped through the door, Yisu Girl’s maid panicked, thinking, what am I going to do now?
But Liszt, embodying the epito of a Benevolent King, pulled the maid along with him. Ten silver coins a month, why risk your life?
Now, only Dreya and Garscek remained in the room.
Initially, there was a silent standoff as they locked gazes, with two cups of hot tea brewed from high-quality leaves sitting untouched on the table.
However.
Dreya broke the silence explosively.
"Liszt is now under my command, him going up against you is like going up against you."
Dreya finally picked up her cup of tea, took a sip while scrutinizing Garscek intently, this Dragon Girl really had top-tier components.
"A man leaves, and you drop all pretenses, eh? Actually, you could try it yourself, see who really is on top."
Garscek remained unflustered, provocatively staring at this woman, the pressure of a Dragon filling the entire conference room; even the water in Dreya’s tea cup trembled.
"You said it..."
Dreya decided to teach Garscek a lesson, managing effortlessly under the pressure of the Dragon. She stepped towards Garscek and raised her hand to pinch his chin.
Garscek wouldn’t give her the chance, raising his hand to slash, a gust like the sweep of a dragon’s claw; Dreya’s right hand was severed into several pieces, spraying blood.
Yet, in reality.
Garscek was already under an illusion.
Dreya’s severed hand was just an illusion; unbeknownst to him, he had already fallen for a terrifying Spirit Illusion.
A warm sensation ca from his lips.
The illusion had already dissipated.
Garscek, such an old relic, where has he seen such a spectacle before?
Reviews
All reviews (0)