Chapter 92 - Potato Night (2/2)

”Ae than a researcher, especially for cautious people like you who can sniff away treasure from miles away.”

”Just, not the thought that I would focus on saving up when I used most of my wealth for needless cultivation resources.” Foel then chomped at her potato despite the searing heat. ”Although I admit, making people slaves was already more than an income.”

MF smiled reluctantly. ”I'm not fond of someone pressing on my crotch with their tiny feet. I was legitimately filled with anger back then.”

”You're so cute with blue hair in that form back then, I would either sell you for 50 mid rank crystals or keep it for myself.”

”... That is so cheap! Atleast convince yourself to price me more than 500 high rank crystal!”

”Kekeke, I'm still planning to make you my slave in one way or another, you made me your life's partner with the vow, but I still won't let you stick your dick into others.”

MF was halfway gnawing on the potato until she heard that crude sentence. ”C-come on, am I not faithful enough?”

”You have the power to be unfaithful, I'm just a weak mouse in this sea of relationships.”

MF then leaned her body to the so-called weak mouse. ”Don't worry, I won't.”

”Assuring enough.” Foel glanced at the two unconscious people in the background. ”What are we going to do with them?”

”Cast a slaving mark on that demon as well, we might send them to some of our disciples' candidates back in Ouranos Citadel.”

”The man referred to himself as Jaro Lagoon, could he be?”

”Yes, he is affiliated with Jojo Lagoon, both of them are demons.”

”I see.”

As both of them make up the break to enjoy the night, the residents of Domeniul Ceresc began to integrate themselves too closely with the citizens of Ouranos Citadel.

Both sides were still confused with the existence of others but due to the situation given by the Citadel's Director, they ended up getting trustful of each other.

Although not all, many began to explore the crumbled side of the Citadel as they fondle their memories when everything was normal unlike now. The friend and acquaintance, the lively streets, the crowded marketplace and even the farm side northeast of the Citadel.

Melancholy and hope were haunting them with uncertainty, they could just only hope that the new Director was someone capable of changing their life for the best.

”Huh, what is this box?” said the feline that lives as Ragoni's neighbor.

”Probably something important, there is a message that said to not trade it for bread.”

”Holy shit! It's really heavy!”