In the sewers.
"Purified!"
Buzz—
As Charles completed his incantation, gentle purifying white light manifested. The large area polluted by the proto-demon’s corpse imdiately began to dissolve, evaporating into the air. In monts, it had dissipated completely without a trace.
Behind him, the mind flayer Mind Mage Nithilro, draped in a deep blue-grey robe, couldn’t help but marvel inwardly upon seeing this: Mr. Charles’s abilities—no matter how many tis I witness them, they’re always shocking!
This thought echoed in Charles’s mind as well as those of several other mind flayers around them. Imdiately, they all nodded repeatedly in agreent, the tentacles on their chins swaying slightly.
Ahead, as the purifying light’s power extinguished, Charles raised his hand, wiping away nonexistent sweat while breathing heavily, saying modestly, "Oh, it’s nothing special—just this one little use. Not really all that valuable."
As he spoke, he then summoned the system and glanced at the balance in the lower right corner, unable to help but cheer inwardly.
Nice!
This purification of pollution had earned him over fifteen hundred points—more than enough to level up, with nearly a thousand points left over!
Excellent!
Delighted, he made up a random excuse, bid farewell to the group of mind flayers, and quickly returned to the surface, bringing the sewer stench with him back to the monastery.
He wasn’t in a hurry to level up. Instead, he first went to the bathroom, stripped off his clothes, took a shower, then relaxed comfortably in the bath before finally summoning the system and tapping lightly on it.
Buzz—
Gentle white light appeared, then flowed into his body. Now possessing quite formidable spellcasting abilities, he could feel brand new magical power circuits forming within his body, then connecting to the outside world, allowing him to use higher-level spells to directly reshape reality itself...
He knew that starting today, he would possess the ability to cast 6th-level spells.
Although due to the Goddess of Magic’s restrictions, he could only use them once per day, with the trendous power of 6th-level spells, it was already enough to instantly turn the tide in a crucial battle!
And alongside gaining 6th-level spellcasting ability ca another crucial improvent: the power of his cantrips.
Now, his Eldritch Blast count had extended to three beams, and combined with the effect of his Illusionist’s Bracers, he could fire six beams at once.
Add in the "Quickened Spell" tamagic feat, and he could more easily create a rain of light filling the sky, destroying any foe of large size or greater!
Besides that, there was also an increase in his total spell slots—from sixty-four up to seventy-three—further strengthening his sustained combat capabilities.
Now, overall, within Waterdeep Port, those with the strength to oppose him probably didn’t number more than three digits. And if he counted Vajra’s assistance, then within this city, he could be considered almost absolutely safe.
However, what left Charles feeling slightly regretful was that upon reaching level eleven and gaining 6th-level spellcasting ability, the system hadn’t, as usual, directly given him a 6th-level spell.
What’s this about? Do I actually have to learn it myself now?
Thinking of the difficulty of studying 6th-level spells, he couldn’t help but feel troubled. But there was no helping it—with such a long mana bar, he’d already gotten a huge advantage and should be content.
After all, spells could be learned slowly, but sothing like a mana bar wasn’t easily extended!
With a satisfied mood, he relaxed comfortably in the hot spring, then flipped through the system again. However, suddenly, he made a new discovery.
There was a large yellow dot on the map!
And this position... was in Malena’s house!
His relaxed mood imdiately tensed up again, and Charles’s brow furrowed slightly. The criterion for yellow dots was creatures with a neutral attitude toward him. And their size represented the level of their strength.
Actually, in the Amazons’ residential quarter, there were often small yellow dots coming and going. After all, not everyone was friendly toward him, but their strength was usually very weak, so those yellow dots were basically small enough to ignore.
Normally, there shouldn’t be anyone in the entire South Harbor District who could pose a threat to him. The few powerful Amazons were basically all won he’d slept with—solid big green dots...
Ahem!
And Malena’s living area had always been very small—how could such a powerful non-allied creature suddenly appear in her house?
Charles suddenly realized that so things he didn’t know about were quietly happening.
I need to go check it out—I hope she’s not in any danger!
With this thought, he quickly got up, dried himself off, changed clothes, then quietly made his way toward Malena’s house.
The distance between them wasn’t far, and he soon arrived behind this house. The monastery’s construction was very soundproof, but for Charles, the soundproofing was completely nonexistent.
He was the master of the monastery, so everything here was completely unguarded against him.
Therefore, at this mont, he could clearly hear the argunt inside:
"Sister, can you really swallow this humiliation? Think about what you’ve endured all these years, think about the suffering you’ve experienced! You didn’t have to go through any of this, and it’s all thanks to them!"
"Stop it, Shapiro! You were young then, so you might not know clearly—the cris on our family weren’t entirely unjust. At least, the Silver Fist truly lost its divine power, and the Holy Infant Sarcophagus truly did disappear from our family!"
"But what about all those other charges?"
"Those don’t matter anymore. Unless those two relics return, our family can never restore its honor. All this struggling is futile..."
"Sister, you have to believe in our ancestor! I truly heard the ancestor’s voice! We were right, all of this can be redeed, and those people full of malice should pay the price!"
"Fine then, have the ancestor co find too, and you—go find those two relics and show !"
...
Sister? The person in the room is Malena’s brother?
Charles wasn’t sure, but he could tell that toward the end of the argunt, Malena seed to be getting emotional too, her voice gradually rising.
He placed his hand on his Bag of Holding—if the situation turned bad, he planned to burst in and subdue the man having a conflict with her first.
However, violent conflict ultimately didn’t seem to occur. The man inside gave a cold snort, then pushed open the door and stord out, slamming it behind him.
Peeking out from behind the house and watching the tall man’s figure recede, Charles’s gaze grew slightly distant as he contemplated for a mont, then suddenly understood.
Wait, that seems to be Shapiro Cassalanter—the eldritch knight House Cassalanter sent out to fight Abyssal Lord Montport together!
No wonder I didn’t see him that night at House Cassalanter. Turns out this guy was just a pure rcenary using the Cassalanter na for mutual benefit—not actually one of their relatives!
And he... is actually Malena’s brother!
With this realization, he couldn’t help but marvel.
Who would’ve thought there was such a connection behind all this.
But this guy seems to have a lot of violent energy about him, doesn’t he?
If that’s the case... I should be cautious about interacting with him for now.
Thinking this, he remained undetected by Shapiro. From inside the room ca Malena’s soft sobbing. Charles hesitated for a mont, but his heart softened. He turned and walked out from behind the window, went over, and knocked on the door. "Malena, are you all right?"
Reaching the doorway, only then did he see that in Malena’s living room, on the dining table, there were still uncleared dishes.
Obviously, the siblings’ reunion had been quite pleasant at first. Malena had personally prepared lunch, but after eating, due to differences in their philosophies, the two had ultimately couldn’t help but get into a big argunt.
But there was no helping it—their early experiences, the years they’d lived through, and their current circumstances were all different, so naturally their thoughts on the sa matter would be completely different.
Beside the dining table, hearing his voice, Malena quickly pulled out a handkerchief, wiped away her tears, looked up, and forced out a smile. "Priest, you’re here?"
However, her eyes were still red-rimd, a heartbreaking sight.
Charles walked over, sat down beside her, put his arm around her shoulder, then said gently, "I heard arguing from over here, so I ca to check. What happened?"
As he said this, his expression suddenly shifted as he turned to look in another direction—toward Lisa’s bedroom—and saw the little girl peering through a crack in the door, looking this way with curiosity and timidity.
Charles naturally assud that obviously, the little girl had also been frightened by the loud argunt just now and didn’t dare co out.
Thinking this, he imdiately showed her a gentle smile. "It’s okay, Lisa, you can co out now."
However, to his surprise, Lisa’s face suddenly turned red, as if she’d seen sothing embarrassing.
She then turned and went back in, but quickly pulled open the door again, shouldered her little school bag, and rushed out of the room in a hurry. "I’m going to class now—goodbye, Priest Charles!"
Seeing her reaction, Charles was sowhat baffled.
What’s going on? Why isn’t this little girl clinging to anymore?
Is she still scared?
Watching her hurried figure, Charles shook his head, dismissing these puzzling thoughts.
Whatever—kids are always overthinking things. Not a big deal. Sooner or later she’ll cling to again.
Thinking this, he then hugged Malena tighter and said gently, "So, what exactly happened just now?"
Malena wrapped her arms around his waist in return, resting her face on his shoulder, saying softly, "The person who ca just now was my biological brother. After we were sentenced to exile back then, he was taken to a small island outside the border."
"He had no life skills, only a reckless, hot-blooded urge to fight. So he joined a pirate gang, and was later thrown into prison, where he made many bad friends..."
Malena slowly recounted Shapiro’s story—all things Shapiro had just told her an hour ago. Basically, Shapiro had learned a bunch of real criminal skills in prison, then managed to incite a riot and escape, wandered around the whole world, and finally returned here...
"He’s suffered a lot over these years. But I never expected that he’d hear that so-called ’ancestor’s’ voice again, and that this entity even granted him power, urging him to seek revenge..."
"I’m so scared, I’m really so scared. I don’t want my father’s tragedy to repeat itself with him..."
Malena sobbed quietly, and Charles held her back, listening silently. Connecting this to the fact that the relic had indeed lost its power, and that this guy had participated in the battle under the identity of the Cassalanter family, so the one who’d arranged and connected everything...
Mm, most likely it was that "ancestor."
So this "ancestor’s" identity could probably be confird too: there was a very high probability he was actually a devil!
Possibly even a colleague of Regolas!
So his true class wasn’t actually eldritch knight, but a warlock with a fiend as his patron!
Well... makes sense. After all, they could both cast spells, but their spellcasting abilities weren’t very strong—they mainly relied on weapon combat. They were similar classes.
If you didn’t examine them carefully, mixing the two up was indeed a common occurrence.
He thought this, though he wasn’t entirely certain. After all, this was all just speculation without solid evidence to prove it was all true.
But now wasn’t the ti to discuss these things—saying them would only add to this girl’s worries. He embraced Malena’s body, gently helped wipe away her tears, then said softly, "Let think of a way to look into it—investigate what that ’ancestor’ behind him really is."
Malena held his body tighter, as if at this mont, he was her only support in life.
...
anwhile, Lisa had only walked a few steps from ho when her pace suddenly slowed. Her expression was uncertain, her deanor quite hesitant.
Priest Charles went to the house—maybe he and Mom will again...
Thinking of that scene, she couldn’t help but feel her heart burn.
Should I watch for a bit?
But it’s already one-thirty—class starts in half an hour...
Oh, forget it—I can just use magic to teleport directly to the scriptorium later!
This kind of opportunity doesn’t co often—can’t miss it!
With this thought, she stomped her foot, silently chanted an incantation, and her body transford into white light. Then she appeared inside the wardrobe in Malena’s bedroom.
She quietly cracked open a small gap and peeked out, discovering that indeed, the two people who should have been sitting in the living room had sohow already transferred their position to the bedroom. Now they sat at the bedside, maintaining an embracing posture, still talking intimately.
Seeing the two of them just sitting there, chatting about this and that, Lisa imdiately felt incredibly anxious.
Why are they still talking? Why haven’t they started yet!
Only twenty-nine minutes left—I’m in a hurry!
She was extrely anxious, but she couldn’t possibly rush out and urge them to hurry up. She could only wait with growing impatience.
Ti passed second by second. Lisa had never felt that one minute could be so long. And finally, three minutes later, Lisa saw that—as if realizing that continuing to chat like this was just a waste of ti—Priest Charles at the bedside lowered his head and kissed her mother’s lips.
His hands began unbuttoning her mother’s chest clothing, while her mother returned his kiss passionately and also began unbuckling his belt. Soon, that thick, hard thing sprang out, and Malena used both hands to gently knead it back and forth.
Seeing this, Lisa’s face flushed red, her cheeks burning, her heart pounding wildly, but she couldn’t help cheering inwardly: Great, it’s starting, it’s starting!
Outside, at the bedside, Charles’s thinking was actually quite simple. Since he’d co, and Malena was so upset, if he didn’t find a way to make her happy before leaving, he’d feel bad about it.
But Shapiro and these matters concerning House Sulpharlo were after all her family affairs—it wasn’t convenient for him to casually interfere.
So the only thod he could think of to make Malena happy was to interfere.
Not with the mouth used for eating.
His hands skillfully unbuttoned her outer jacket, lifted the undershirt beneath, unfastened the bra clasp, and two snow-white peaks sprang out. Pink cherries quietly engorged and stood erect, as if this had already beco Malena’s body’s instinctive response.
Charles’s fingertips each hooked onto an erect nipple, constantly hooking, teasing, rubbing, pinching—stimulating one of her body’s most sensitive areas.
Under his skillful techniques, Malena’s body quickly responded. Her cheeks began to flush, her breathing gradually grew heavy, her plump thighs reflexively clamped together—obviously already wet inside.
One hand stroked his thick cock while the other unbuckled her own belt. Soon, the thick cotton pants fell away, and underneath, thin, sexy purple lace-trimd triangle panties were exposed to his view, her perfect shape clearly visible.
The fabric at the bottom of the panties already showed moist traces—her body was fully prepared. Without further foreplay, Charles steadied his thick cock, aid at that trickling garden entrance, and thrust forcefully forward—
"Mm—!"
A long gasp escaped Malena’s throat. The narrow garden was so violently stretched to the size of a baby’s forearm—no matter how many tis, this stimulation always made her scalp tingle.
Not to ntion what ca next—wave after wave of powerful, swift, continuous intense impacts!
Inside the wardrobe, Lisa watched the erotic scene before her, feeling like she was about to explode from embarrassnt.
But she also couldn’t control herself. The scene before her was so erotically beautiful—Priest Charles and her mother’s body lines were both so perfect and full of charisma that just watching their bodies was already irresistible.
And he kept thrusting powerfully, the thick thing bringing out splashing juices, her mother’s large hanging breasts swaying back and forth continuously, the engorged crimson nipples tracing perfect arcs through the air...
This scene was so full of dynamic power and the vitality of life—the spectacular sight left Lisa dry-mouthed and unable to stop!
Her mind went blank, imrsed in it, forgetting ti, until her mother reached today’s first peak of pleasure, letting out a long moan, then turned her head to kiss Charles. Only then did Lisa slightly co back to herself and turn to look at the ti on the wall.
This glance was no small matter—realizing what ti it was now, she was imdiately horrified!
Oh no, I’m already late!
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