"Don't let anyone know about what happened today." Lying on Kael's chest, the witch's fingertips traced circles on his body.
Kael spread his hands and smiled, "Okay, but it has to be under the premise you agreed to earlier."
Upon hearing this, Flandre felt her legs go weak.
"Let's talk about it later, I... I might not be soone who needs it that much."
"That's not what you said when you couldn't stop just now."
Flandre's pretty face turned slightly red. How unreasonable!
How could what she said with her hands covering her face and eyes closed for rcy count?
This... this outrageous thing, spoken in a daze, bypassed her brain, and now that she was calm, it started to feel absurd.
But... the taste of an incubus was really nice.
Whether it was Kael's big tail or small tail, both brought her unusual pleasure. Moreover, just thinking of Kael's wretched mother made Flandre feel even more satisfied.
"Speaking of which, Lord Bartlett has completed his related tasks recently and may co to Lancaster soon.
Don't turn off your communication crystal in the near future. If there's news from the royal court, I will notify you imdiately."
Kael nodded. The witch had already inford him about Lord Bartlett possibly coming to Lancaster so ti ago.
Kael was very curious about the Bartlett Monarch.
After all, in his past and present life combined, the number of Magic Monarchs he knew wasn't large.
Now was probably the easiest ti period to co into contact with Magic Monarchs. The era when mages reigned supre hadn't yet arrived, and the defense system of mages based on the Mage Tower hadn't reached its peak.
Frankly speaking, when mages could be entirely self-sufficient within their Mage Towers, powerful mages would beco increasingly unwilling to leave their towers.
In his previous life, Kael had heard of a necromancy Magic Monarch who devoted his life to the field of "Resurrection of the Dead." Most of the ti, even his apprentices rarely saw him.
Even the basic need for survival materials wasn't necessary within that necromancy Magic Monarch's Mage Tower.
According to a player who had entered that necromancy Magic Monarch's Mage Tower, it not only had an automated cycle base for cultivating magical plants and grain seeds but also had new innovations in flesh modification.
It was probably the ultimate dream of hobodies, to have the freedom to mold the faces of autonomous puppets, with each part of the body strikingly realistic.
It was said that the necromancy Magic Monarch had solved both his survival and physiological needs within his Mage Tower, and had been fully self-sufficient inside it for over two centuries.
Except for a few players who could contact the necromancy Magic Monarch, most people couldn't even step into the defensive range of his Mage Tower.
Such cases were nurous.
Due to the extre thirst for knowledge inherent in the mage profession, the more powerful a mage beca, the stronger their desire for knowledge usually was.
It could also be said another way.
Mages who possess more knowledge generally equated to being among the most powerful in the profession.
Therefore, acquiring knowledge, learning knowledge, adapting to knowledge, and transforming knowledge beca a curse that most mages couldn't escape their entire lives.
After all, without the accumulation of relevant knowledge, it would be impossible to progress further on the path of magical study.
In the later stages, mages almost exclusively beca the group with the actual ruling power over the entire continent, making them even more "reclusive."
Such practices as that of the necromancy Magic Monarch weren't rare among the community of Magic Monarchs, resulting in a strange situation.
Although the number of Magic Monarchs newly born on the continent increased, players' opportunities to et Magic Monarchs dwindled.
Long-term magical research projects that lasted several years were a normal phenonon for mages.
"I'm quite looking forward to the arrival of Bartleta Monarch." Kael had a very serious expression on his face.
He was also curious about this Magic Monarch, who had fallen early in the original ga's tiline, without many players knowing much about him. What kind of knowledge, power, and charm did he possess?
Flandre chuckled foolishly, "I originally thought that, as a mixed blood incubus, you'd pay more attention to matters between n and won.
But it turns out your greed for magic-related matters is on par with how you treated last night."
"Having incubus blood and being a seeker of knowledge aren't mutually exclusive... But you, my beautiful witch!
It seems you have so very important things you haven't told , don't you?"
Flandre's grin froze instantly, and with a forced smile, she changed the topic, saying:
"By the way, how's the training of the War Mages you nurtured for Eagle Lances going?"
"Don't change the subject!"
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