Sothing’s not right.
Herbert suddenly becoming so gentle—sothing is definitely off.
There’s absolutely sothing wrong here, ah ah ah!
Eliza looked at Herbert’s bright and gentle smile, but felt her entire body tense up, with even goosebumps rising on her skin.
Having been "cruelly" treated by Herbert all this ti, she suddenly found the sight of his smile a bit unsettling.
No, it’s extrely unsettling!
Rather than believe Herbert had suddenly beco kind, she preferred to believe there was so earth-shattering conspiracy behind it!
He must be plotting against again, I absolutely cannot fall for his ruse...
She stiffened her body, allowing Herbert to carry her in a princess carry as he moved forward.
Her mind raced, afraid of falling into Herbert’s trap.
But this ti, Eliza was indeed overthinking it.
Herbert was simply in a good mood, and on a whim decided to reward her a little, without any intent of trapping her.
If one must think negatively, it was just that after bullying her for so long, he was giving a little gentle compensation.
The old saying goes, "a slap on the wrist, then a sweet date."
As a side note, in Herbert’s view, this saying exemplifies a typical "punish first, reward later" behavior model.
It seems like a common tactic in certain behaviors.
Truly, our ancestors were adept at training... Of course, I an animal training, nothing else implied.
And Herbert’s joy was because, with Nenasha’s hint, he realized one thing—his true strength could not be judged by appearance alone.
No need for arrogance, but nor should he undervalue himself.
On the surface, Herbert was rely a High Tier Paladin with great talent.
Promising future, but currently not intimidating.
In reality, the true Herbert was a Beast Tar capable of controlling terrifying Demons.
In so people’s words, he could even be called a [Demon Manipulator].
In short, Demon... hmm, that doesn’t feel right, forget it.
Herbert had actually realized this long ago, but hadn’t fully switched his mindset.
Otherwise, as a High Tier Paladin, he wouldn’t have dared to plot against the Legendary Level Dark Elf Queen.
Where did his confidence co from?
Could it really be just him?
His true confidence stemd from Vampire Prince Eliza and Shadow Grand Mage Svanni.
Only with their strength did he dare to walk boldly in the Dark Territory.
After realizing this, Herbert decided he should treat these two powerful allies well.
However, there are different ways to hold onto powerful allies.
So people like to kneel humbly, begging for their ally’s rcy, even content to have their faces trampled and shoes licked.
Of course, we don’t rule out so people’s special preferences; they might just enjoy that.
But Herbert didn’t like such humble acts; he felt doing so would break his soul and dignity altogether.
He preferred to rely on them with so assertiveness.
This reliance had to be achieved in his own way.
For example, right now—although Eliza had the upper hand, he easily dismantled her argunt, leaving her in a state of doubt and confusion.
The two of them continued like this, moving silently in a completely non-romantic atmosphere for a while.
Not to ntion that Eliza wasn’t heavy in the first place; with his current physique, he could easily carry seven to eight of her without a problem.
Unfortunately, there weren’t that many interesting vampire ladies in this world.
Finally, after passing through a long corridor, they felt as if they’d passed through a "mbrane" and completely entered the Dark Territory.
Upon entry, they imdiately noticed subtle changes in their internal magic power, causing so chaos.
In the gloomy air, the previously orderly magic elents had beco chaotic, roving with a more lively deanor compared to the outside world.
This was why the Dark Territory was a forbidden zone for outside Casters, yet indigenous Casters remained unaffected.
This was not a magic-barren land but a place of elental chaos, where various elents blended chaotically.
This magic disarray made it impossible for outsiders to cast magic as they usually would, as if their smooth connection to magic had been forcibly severed.
However, indigenous Casters had long adapted to all this, easily controlling their magic to cast spells.
Fortunately, Herbert and Eliza were not Casters and were not greatly disrupted.
Herbert was nominally a Paladin, and while they had a degree of casting capability, that power ca from oaths rather than from themselves.
And after casting, it mostly enhanced oneself, improving speed, strength, perception, and other attributes.
anwhile, adding Divine Enchantnt to weapons could also be temporarily replaced with Potions, so overall, the impact on power was minor.
And Eliza, being a Vampire, relied purely on Talent Abilities in battle, using blood as her casting dium, not depending on external elents.
But this discomfort was equal for both, and they both furrowed their brows.
"Ugh, urgh..."
Eliza, having more magic power within her, was hit harder by the reaction and instinctively wanted to struggle but was tightly held in Herbert’s embrace.
"Don’t move, be good." Herbert gently murmured in a soft but undeniable voice.
"..."
Eliza’s mouth moved but finally changed her posture, burying her head in Herbert’s chest, quietly enjoying the warmth.
User Comments
0 comments from readers