Around midnight, Han Shuo and Phoebe had just left when Grover brought a pack of Boozt Merchant Guild guards and burst into the room.
"Who was it, who was it? I've spent so many gold coins to keep you here for nothing. Not one of you noticed that an assassin had sneaked in. If the target was me, it probably wouldn't be those two on the floor." Grover began to shout angrily as soon as he entered the room, shouting at the people behind him.
"Mr Grover, that assassin was very skilled. He managed to dodge my windwall and kill both Darnell and Yuna in such a short time. This proves that the killer's strength is absolutely beyond our imagination." A mage with long hair and a somewhat ugly expression said to Grover after observing for a while.
With a light exhale, Grover looked at the long-haired mage and said in an apologetic tone, "My apologies, Ellis, I was a bit out of line.
The wind mage Ellis was still expressionless and looked at the dead Darnell's left hand with some surprise. He said, "Eh?" and walked over to the body, noticing that the left hand was missing a finger. Ellis asked, perplexed, "The left middle finger, where Darnell wears his space ring, has been chopped off. What's going on?"
"Not only Darnell, but Yuna as well. Could it be that this killer killed her because he wanted to rob her?" Grover was also a bit confused and asked after hearing Ellis' words.
"Impossible." Ellis denied it firmly, looking around and explaining. "If the assassin wanted to kill them just to rob them, he wouldn't have chosen these two, because together they are the most difficult to fight. Not to mention that there are many valuable items in the guild. If he only wanted valuables, he wouldn't have needed to do anything to them. With the skills the assassin has shown, he could have taken more from the Guild without making a sound.
Grover thought for a moment and nodded. He said with a dark face, "If he didn't want to kill for profit, then it must have been thanks to my dear niece Phoebe. It seems she couldn't take it any longer after putting up with things for so long."
"Indeed, Phoebe must be behind this. Darnell and Yuna both tried to kill Phoebe once. Although they retreated when they didn't succeed, I have the feeling that Phoebe must know that it was the two of them.
The way Darnell looked at Phoebe was just too lecherous and unique. Even I, as an outsider, could see that. As the one involved, Phoebe must have understood things even better. The fact that we're fine and they're the only ones who died is enough to explain things. Except that the killer seems to be a bit greedy. Otherwise, he wouldn't have remembered to take their space rings in such dangerous circumstances. When did such a character appear next to Phoebe? Ellis furrowed his brow and said slowly, turning things over in his mind.
Grover started and thought deeply for a while. His face suddenly darkened and he said coldly, "I know who. It must be that 'Bryan' who killed those three assassins from 'Shadow Ghost' some time ago. I heard the guards say that this person came to do business with Fabian and needed some money. Since he is strong enough to kill three of the senior swordsmen sent by 'Shadow Ghost', he would have the strength to kill Darnell and Yuna.
Damn, how did Phoebe get her hands on that kid? I don't know where Phoebe's hiding him. He hasn't appeared at Phoebe's side since he left the Guild last time. I've sent people to check on his whereabouts, but I've still been unable to find any trace of him. This is going to be quite difficult."
Nodding, Ellis concluded. "Looks like it is him. I think we should get rid of this person first. Otherwise we might be killed by him in due time."
"Alright, pass on my orders not to kill Phoebe for now. Do everything you can to find this person. He's already ruined my plans twice and I will make his existence a living hell." Grover's face was dark as he spoke coldly.
At that moment, Han Shuo, who Grover hated to death, had already taken Phoebe far away from the Boozt Merchant Guild and was rushing towards Phoebe's quarters in the northern part of the city.
Something was wrong with Phoebe, she seemed a bit out of it. Her body was sluggish and hot to the touch. Han Shuo was dragging her in his haste to cover distance. The two of them were dressed in nightwalker clothing and chose to thread their way through small alleys in the dark of the night, staying completely out of sight.
But as they approached the northern part of the city, the city guards began to appear more frequently, forcing Han Shuo to constantly hide and evade. Phoebe still knew how to make good time when she was dragged behind Han Shuo, but at this moment, her steps began to drag as her body grew hotter and hotter.
With no alternative, Han Shuo threw Phoebe onto his back, completely disregarding whether she agreed or not. To avoid the attention of the city guard, Han Shuo temporarily abandoned his idea of sending Phoebe back to her quarters and instead took her to the graveyard behind the Babylon Academy of School and Magic.
It was the quietest place he knew and no one patrolled there. On top of that, Han Shuo was extremely familiar with the area, which was why it was the first place he thought of in a time of crisis like this.
When Han Shuo had circled the northern part of the city with Phoebe on his back and made it past some narrow streets into a patch of forest, he suddenly felt that Phoebe on his back was tearing at her own clothes and her two hands were unconsciously roaming over Han Shuo's body.
Astonished, Han Shuo's body suddenly stopped. After relaxing, Han Shuo could clearly feel the well rounded mounds in front of Phoebe's chest pressed against his back, the wondrous sensation of them pressing tightly against his well-formed back. A blaze of fire suddenly ignited from his chest, uncontrollable like the sparks of a fire. Added to this, Phoebe's restless hands were still unconsciously moving all over Han Shuo's chest, and eventually it became so stimulating that Han Shuo could no longer control himself.
He swung Phoebe down from his back and suddenly held her magnificent body in his hands. He pushed Phoebe's body against a nearby tree and Han Shuo's two hands moved in tandem, kneading the forbidden areas of Phoebe's body.
Even with the nightwalker clothes separating them, Han Shuo could feel the wondrous curves of Phoebe's body. Her round chest kept changing shape under Han Shuo's ministrations, and as his hand roamed over Phoebe's slender legs and perky bottom, the amazingly powerful stimulus attacked Han Shuo's senses, making him want to experience it even more deeply.
Phoebe had removed her own face mask and at that moment her eyes were glassy, filled with the seductive lure of desire. Her stunningly beautiful face burned to the touch, bringing with it a heart-stopping beauty. The faint scent emanating from the breath between her open mouths made Han Shuo's heart race like a monkey and his mind gallop like a horse. He was about to get completely lost in her.
Han Shuo's right hand ripped off a piece of Phoebe's nightwalker outfit near her chest. The snow-white expanse of her breasts immediately blossomed before Han Shuo's eyes, along with a pinkish red spot.
Han Shuo finally couldn't contain himself and lost control of the power in his right hand.
"Oh... ow."
At that moment, a small, feeble protest came from Phoebe's small mouth. Her beautiful eyebrows twitched vaguely at the pain emanating from her breasts, and finally she unconsciously uttered a faint sign of pain.
Han Shuo suddenly came to his senses. As he looked at Phoebe, he also remembered that he had inhaled a whiff of that strange scent earlier. He immediately understood that Phoebe had fallen victim to an aphrodisiac, and also reflected that his loss of rational thought was probably due to inhaling the same poison.
His mind spinning furiously, Han Shuo weighed his potential gains and losses and resolutely gathered Phoebe back into his arms and dashed furiously forward.
Han Shuo was very familiar with this area and soon came to a winding stream. The creek was quite narrow and he wasn't sure where it led to, but he knew that this river was very shallow from his frequent visits to this area.
As soon as he reached the river, Han Shuo walked directly into the water, still holding Phoebe. Since it was almost winter, the weather was extremely cold. The river water was even more icy in the middle of the night, and when Han Shuo carried Phoebe into the water and splashed some water on her head, Phoebe suddenly sneezed a few times.
Han Shuo also dipped his head into the water, and when the ice-cold water covered his head, it chilled his previous urges. His body's reactions also calmed down completely.
"Achoo... achoo..."
After Phoebe sneezed a few times, her mind slowly came to its senses due to the effects of the cold river water. As she spat the cold water out of her mouth, the blush on her cheeks slowly faded and her glazed look slowly disappeared.
"Where is this, why am I here? Achoo!" Phoebe looked around in confusion and sneezed again. As she lowered her head to sneeze, Phoebe suddenly realised that the two rounded nubs on her chest were exposed to the night air. The snow-white expanse of her skin and the red spots on the nipples affected Phoebe greatly.
Pa! Han Shuo's face had already been slapped.
Phoebe's face held an anger that was almost insane in its ferocity as she screamed shrilly at Han Shuo, "Pervert, what have you done to me?!"
Han Shuo really did feel a bit sorry for Phoebe at that moment, and he stammered, unable to speak clearly as he looked at a girl who was about to lose her mind. Phoebe suddenly burst into loud sobs when she saw Han Shuo's reaction, instantly losing her usual cold arrogance and demureness. Thinking of nothing else, she began to pound Han Shuo with her fists and feet. Water splashed everywhere in the stream, drenching Han Shuo.
But because Phoebe had suffered such a huge shock at that moment, she seemed to have completely forgotten that she was a strong swordsman. She was more like a bad-tempered shrew, beating Han Shuo in a disorganised manner without any combat aura.
If Phoebe had used combat aura, with her strength as a swordmaster, even with Han Shuo's small achievements in magic, he would be seriously injured if not dead after her series of blows, but such attacks felt like scratching an itch when they landed on Han Shuo's strong body, not hurting in the slightest.
Han Shuo endured Phoebe's venting with a wry expression. As the power behind her fists diminished and she became tired herself, Han Shuo laughed wryly, "We've both been under the influence of an aphrodisiac, but your body is still clean."
Phoebe came to her senses after Han Shuo spoke and stopped moving her hands. She stood in front of Han Shuo at a distance of two fists, sizing him up with slightly puffy eyes as if afraid of another shock. Her voice trembled as she asked, "Really? You really didn't do this to me?"
Nodding his head firmly, Han Shuo held up his right hand in resignation and solemnly promised her, "I swear that I really did not do anything inappropriate to you.
A trace of relieved joy suddenly appeared on Phoebe's beautiful, tear-streaked face. She was about to open her mouth to say something when she suddenly saw the nakedness of her chest and hastily pulled the nightwalker outfit up to cover her bare breasts. Raising her head in anger, she glared at Han Shuo and growled through gritted teeth, "Then can you explain to me why the front of my clothes was ripped open?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Han Shuo said with a face full of innocence. "What does this have to do with me? You're the one who lost your mind and started tearing off your clothes. I controlled myself and brought you here, using cold water to revive your senses. I am an honourable gentleman, don't misunderstand me.
"To hell with your honourable gentlemanliness, you despicable, shameless, profit-seeking scoundrel! Last time you held my hand and hugged me without so much as a word of apology. You deliberately took advantage of me in the cracks of the Guild's artificial mountains and didn't apologise. Now you've gone even further, and I'm going to hunt you down to the depths of hell for this!" Phoebe's face was full of anger as she made threatening gestures and rushed towards Han Shuo. Phoebe had obviously activated her combat aura after coming to her senses this time.
Han Shuo was startled and knew that Phoebe had probably remembered that her clothes had been torn off in front of her by his hands. He hastily turned and scrambled up the riverbank, protesting his innocence as he went. "Miss Phoebe, listen to me. I too took a breath of the aphrodisiac and my emotions went out of control, but when I came to my senses I brought you to this river immediately. Heaven and earth are my witnesses, I didn't take advantage of you.
When you were still under the influence, you also touched me all over and took advantage of me. Apart from you, no other girl has ever touched me. I'm still a virgin. I'll have scars deep in my heart after being violated by you. I've also suffered losses, so let's call it even. Don't pursue this any further..."
As Han Shuo ran away in shame, the words shot out of his mouth like bullets. It was as if he had returned to the time when Chu Cang Lan had taken him to the moon and he had let the old man have it with his words when Han Shuo had lost his composure. Except that last time it was insults and this time it was explanations.
"Shut up, you petty scoundrel who should die a thousand, ten thousand times. Stop talking nonsense." Phoebe's clothes were soaked by this time, and her wet hair exuded a different kind of allure, but her movements with the sword in her hands were quite violent.
"Forget it, count me out of luck. I'll leave now and come back for the black gold ore when you've calmed down. Farewell." Han Shuo knew that there was no point in talking to Phoebe at this time. A woman who had lost her senses was the scariest magical creature in the world, let alone one who was a swordswoman. The danger this posed to Han Shuo was on par with that of a super magical creature like a dragon.
Sighing inwardly at how unlucky he was, Han Shuo dared not slow down his pace as he hurried out, heading in the direction of the graveyard, slowly leaving Phoebe, who was unfamiliar with the terrain, far behind.