"No, no, no."
Herbert was in no mood for jokes at this mont and said helplessly, "I’m not talking about that, there’s an enchantress who wants to harm !"
This woman suddenly took off her gloves, as if she was about to do sothing unspeakable to !
"Hehehe~ Oh, isn’t this my dear ally? You have such a day too?"
With a teasing smile, Nenasha laughed and comforted with a couple of words:
"Rest assured, she doesn’t plan to do anything bad to you, there’s nothing to be nervous about."
Upon receiving this assurance, Herbert felt slightly relieved and asked, "If it’s not sothing bad, then could it be sothing pleasant?"
"Pleasant? Kind of, you might feel quite comfortable afterward."
Afterward? Might? You damn...
Herbert blinked his eyes, feeling an urge to clench his jaw.
Can you just explain clearly, you damn enigma-spewing Harmonious God!
And besides, after what you said, why do I feel even more uneasy?
At this mont, Nenasha suddenly added, "By the way, the attraction she has on you isn’t sothing she releases intentionally."
"If I have to say, it’s roughly equivalent to a biological stimulation to you~"
So, does this an it’s not the Ashen Bishop’s active skill, but actually her passive ability?
In other words, the reason she wraps herself up so tightly, not revealing a sliver of skin, is to suppress and conceal this dreadful passive ability?
This idea is likely valid.
Special biological stimulation?
Wait a minute, if her ability is instinctual stimulation...
Then the question arises, what does she intend to do now?
As Herbert was pondering what exactly the Ashen Bishop was planning to do, those white and flawless fingers stopped in front of Herbert’s chest.
Phew!
Thankfully, she did not touch any sensitive areas.
Otherwise, Herbert was a bit worried he wouldn’t be able to suppress his instinctual urges.
"Hehe, don’t let your guard down."
Yet, in the instant when Herbert’s tense awareness slightly relaxed, the Ashen Bishop chuckled lightly and gently pressed.
"...Ahem."
Thump, thump!
Herbert, though still constrained in place, felt his heart thundering, suddenly beating faster.
The rapid pace made him feel akin to being in a state of Boiling Blood.
This power, is it external physical stimulation?
Or a special kind of magic?
Or is... his body instinctually terrified?
Indeed, despite feeling imnsely endless attraction just monts before, at the actual mont of contact, what Herbert felt was no longer attraction.
It was rather enormous fear!
The fear in that instant nearly swallowed his consciousness.
This was why Herbert remained bound to the spot, otherwise, he would have instinctively taken a step back.
What on earth is this...
While Herbert was pondering, the Ashen Bishop slowly withdrew her fingers and put back on the silk gloves.
The mont the gloves were worn, all temptations vanished in an instant, including the restraints on Herbert’s body being lifted as well.
His body swayed slightly and he stood with difficulty, not falling down.
Herbert raised his hand, gently pressing it to the center of his chest, feeling the strong beat continuously emanating from his chest, and let out a rather startled breath.
And the Ashen Bishop, quietly watched Herbert perform these actions by his side, not stopping him, and only spoke slowly after he had cald down a bit:
"I think you should have a bit of an understanding of my aning now."
"I know that you can now manage those prisoners who are dangerous to others, and indeed, they have a decent amount of power, able to keep you safe in many dangers."
"But that is far from enough."
"In the face of truly powerful figures, when others are of no use, ultimately, you can only rely on yourself."
The Ashen Bishop’s finger lifted again, once more placing it on Herbert’s chest.
But this ti, Herbert neither felt fear nor was tempted, he only felt her teachings as a senior.
"I don’t oppose your training, indeed you need to enhance your own strength."
The Ashen Bishop’s voice was gentle but with a hint of severity, she spoke slowly:
"However, if you continue to be so reckless, I might have to restrict your freedom, preventing you from venturing into the Dark Territory."
"Your strength is still insufficient."
!
Upon hearing this, Herbert’s eyes moved slightly, not with excitent, only calmly gazing at the ever-changing shadow upon the face of the Ashen Bishop.
He couldn’t see her eyes, but he knew he was certainly watching her and she was certainly watching him in return.
"A decent gaze."
After a mont of mutual gaze, the Ashen Bishop nodded with satisfaction, then chuckled lightly and said, "Rest assured, it’s just a warning, I won’t really stop you."
She is an elder, but she doesn’t interfere in the fates of the younger generation.
Everyone has the right to choose their own path.
Whether it’s life or death, it’s up to them to decide.
"Moreover, if you think I’m wrong, then prove wrong."
"Prove I am wrong with the achievents you spread in the world."
After saying that, she gave Herbert no chance to respond and lifted her hand to lightly tap on his head.
Thud.
The force wasn’t strong, but Herbert felt a sharp pain, as if an invisible hamr had struck his head hard.
"Hiss—"
His ears buzzed, his consciousness blurred, as if he were thrown into an endless void.
"So this is the real punishnt, huh!?"
With this thought, he closed his eyes exhaustedly.
Herbert’s vision went black.
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