The Female Sorceress Shar

Roger's heart skipped a beat at the bartender's answer.

But he quickly grasped two key words in the other person's words.

"Floating islands" and "Flooding Disaster".

There's a lot of information hidden behind this.

As far as Roger knows.

The floating island is inhabited by the six major "families," who are the true rulers of Gem City.

The numerous gangs beneath the floating islands are merely the outward manifestation of the deeply entrenched power of the Six Great Families.

This group holds the core power of Gem City.

That power is magic.

That's right.

The Floating Gem City today is a legacy of the "Ether Society" era.

After the Six Great Families inherited the authority of the Ether Society...

They established the "Truth Society" in imitation of the style of the old era.

The Truth Society represents the highest level of magical skill in Gem City and the surrounding area.

It is said that the number of Extraordinary Mage inside exceeds double digits.

This is a very terrifying force.

In this situation...

The "Aether Dragon Eater" have somehow managed to Flooding Disaster the floating islands...

Then there's the scene where Roger marked the Aether Dragon Eater, and instead of dodging, the dragon charged at him menacingly.

It's not hard to deduce the following: Aether Dragon Eater possess extremely high Magic Resistance, and may even be Spell Resistance! At the same time, their physical defense is also quite high.

It is under these circumstances that it dares to be so arrogant.

As for why he was slapped to death by Roger.

It is very likely due to "qi".

"The Shattering Palm is indeed a powerful weapon for exorcising demons. In the end, I am still a Clear Spring Sect Disciple with impeccable lineage."

Roger thought with considerable pride.

"But I advise you not to overthink it."

Before we knew it.

The bartender became more talkative, looking at Roger seriously:

"Last week, several people tried to use this to reach the floating island, but they were thrown down."

"If you were in someone else's shoes, how would you feel if you were thrown off a floating island nearly a thousand meters high?"

Roger nodded in agreement. "That is indeed a terrifying thing."

The bartender nodded in satisfaction.

"So, don't think about getting to the top in one step."

"I think you're good-looking. I have a few other jobs you can try."

That's all.

He casually pushed a small note over.

Urgently seeking: fit, muscular men / gentle, charming young men / pretty boys

Work location: Unknown, mostly in upscale salons for wealthy women on floating islands.

"Oh, thank you for your kind offer... but I'm not considering that for now."

Roger politely declined the bartender's kind invitation.

That's understandable.

The new human skin mask he wore was a bit frivolous in terms of demeanor, but his appearance was indeed quite remarkable.

After the change, his charm increased by 2 points.

In terms of appearance, it might score even more points.

After Roger refused, the bartender's attitude immediately turned cold.

Roger wasn't annoyed. He paid a tip as agreed and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, the bartender struck up a conversation with the young woman in the black dress behind Roger:

"May I know your name, beautiful lady?"

The girl in the black dress paused for a moment, then looked at Roger.

The latter blinked.

She immediately understood and said sweetly, "My name is Woodpecker."

Her Common Language was newly learned and somewhat halting, but it carried an indescribable charm.

Ah, Woodpecker! What a poetic name!

The bartender immediately hummed a song, and after he finished, he looked at the girl in the black dress with deep affection:

Can I buy you a drink?

He quickly glanced at Roger's departing figure.

The Woodpecker smiled shyly, "Of course."

late at night.

In a private room on the third floor of the Scavenger Inn.

The girl in the black dress, who had just returned, placed a large bag of information on the table.

Roger casually asked as he flipped through the intelligence:

"How was the drinking?"

The Woodpecker said in a sweet voice:

"That's terrible."

Roger frowned and said, "Use a normal voice."

"Understood, Master, this is terrible."

A deep male voice rang out. "The more the human drank, the more excited he became, and then he took me to his residence, where these things were found."

Roger nodded. "And then? Did he discover your identity?"

The Woodpecker frowned and said:

"That's the problem."

"He became even more excited after he found out."

Roger coughed suddenly, almost choking himself.

"And then what?"

He asked, being gossipy.

"I killed him."

The Woodpecker said succinctly, "The job he tried to introduce you to today was a trap."

"The so-called job is not to serve the noble ladies at all, but to become a human test subject for some mage on the floating island."

"According to my inquiries, more than 20 people have fallen victim to this scam this year, and their fates have all been tragic."

Roger nodded slightly.

This was not unexpected.

The bartender sensed malice from his Sixth Sense sense while he was promoting the job.

I just never expected it to turn out like this.

"This floating island is truly shrouded in gloom."

Roger couldn't help but let out a soft hum.

He pondered quietly for a while and then gave the instructions:

"For the next period of time, have Wu Gu take the others to an abandoned farm and stay there quietly. I will give you instructions on the next steps."

"This money is enough for your expenses, but please be careful to keep a low profile."

The Woodpecker nodded repeatedly.

"And what about you, Master?"

She couldn't help but ask another question.

"Floating island".

Roger tapped the document he had pulled out from a pile of intelligence in his hand.

Task: Recruit experienced massage therapists

"Description: Ms. Shar from Floating Island 4 suffers from cervical spondylosis and hip pain. She is now recruiting experienced massage therapists throughout the Gem City area. The hourly wage starts at 200 Copper Coin."

"Contact person: Old Locke (you can find him near Black Hawk Square or the Ruin Bridge)"

The following afternoon.

Black Hawk Square.

A frivolous young man carrying Black Coffin walked by quickly, attracting the attention of many people.

But in Gem City.

People wear all sorts of strange and unusual clothes.

In many people's eyes, a coffin is nothing more than a decoration.

The prostitutes outside the square started whistling and flirting with the boy, but he ignored them.

"You're A Ba?"

A corner of the square.

Old Locke, with his gray hair, joked, "No need to be so nervous, going up to the floating island isn't like going to your death."

"Of course, if you can't satisfy Ms. Shar, she might throw you off the floating island, and this coffin will be useless. Why not sell it to me cheaply?"

Roger raised his eyebrows and said with a hint of arrogance:

"I am a Martial Artist, and this is my training tool."

Old Locke nodded in relief:

"Yes, I've seen your self-introduction. You're Martial Artist from the deep mountains of ' Thunder Highlands.'"

"Perhaps Ms. Shar needs someone like you."

"We need to hurry, otherwise it will take another two hours to wait for the next pontoon."

Roger remained silent.

They simply followed Old Locke deeper into Black Hawk Square.

20 minutes later.

They were standing on the deck of a medium-sized floating boat.

Amidst the enormous roar of the inferior coal.

The pontoon slowly took off.

As a strong wind swept in, many people on the deck instinctively grabbed onto the wooden poles beside them.

Roger didn't help; he'd seen plenty of this kind of wind in the sky.

Wait until the airflow gradually stabilizes.

Old Locke then spoke:

"Don't be too anxious. The floating islands fly very slowly. Today it's just that Floating Island 4 is going to rise to the highest orbit, so it will take a little longer."

Roger asked in surprise, "With such low transportation efficiency, don't the gentlemen on the floating island find it slow?"

Old Locke smiled:

"If you ever join one of the Six Great Families, you won't need to ride the floating boat anymore."

"Your mode of transportation will become the ' Ether Gate.' It's an incredibly powerful teleportation technology, left behind by our ancestors from a bygone era. I've heard that the gentlemen of the Truth Society have been working tirelessly to recreate this technology; I wonder when they'll successfully roll it out so we can also experience its convenience."

Roger sensed the probing tone in his words and glared at him fiercely.

The latter gave an awkward smile and said no more.

The pontoon slowly approached the shore.

Old Locke led Roger through the clean and tidy city, eventually arriving at the outside of a secluded villa.

After knocking on the door, a butler will naturally come to greet you.

Old Locke completed his mission as a middleman and left without looking back.

The stern-looking middle-aged housekeeper led Roger to the living room, gave him a few words of instruction, and then left.

Roger put down the Black Coffin and sat down on his own.

The living room was decorated in an extremely luxurious style.

The floor is paved with solid slabs of pure white marble.

One after another, elaborately designed yellow crystal chandeliers hang from the dome, each about seven or eight meters long.

Everywhere you look is a dazzling display of gold and splendor.

Even the armrests of the chair Roger was sitting on were inlaid with two pieces of white marble.

They practically wrote "rich" on the furniture.

Suddenly.

He felt an itchy sensation on the back of his hand.

Roger looked down and immediately burst out laughing—

An Aether Dragon Eater suddenly appeared out of nowhere and was now shouting and dancing on the back of his hand! Roger smiled slightly.

He slapped her across the face.

"You have killed one Aether Dragon Eater."

You have gained 1 XP point.

"Your reaction speed has improved slightly."

"That feels good."

Roger was overjoyed!

"What are you doing?"

A curious voice came from behind.

Roger looked up.

What catches the eye is a head of fiery red long hair.

Big eyes.

Long eyelashes.

Oval face.

Explosive figure.

Roger's gaze then stopped looking down, because the other person was only wearing loose pajamas.

On the data panel.

"Sixth Sense: You have encountered the sorceress Shar, whose level is between 36 and 41, and she is suspected of having demonic blood."

"Sixth Sense: You've sensed that the sorceress Shar isn't wearing...

Roger quickly looked away.

My Sixth Sense is just too sharp.

He had to restrain himself.

"Just an annoying bug."

Roger calmly Aether Dragon Eater's corpse in his palm, then asked, "Can we begin the treatment?"

Shar glanced thoughtfully at the Black Coffin beside him, then yawned lazily.

"Sure."

"Let me make this clear from the start: if you can't satisfy me, you'd better have Flight Spell scroll with you."

After saying that, she turned and went into the inner room.

Roger quickly followed.

10 minutes later.

In a dimly lit room.

Three sticks of incense burned in the corner, their aroma, a blend of essential oils, filling the air with a slightly enchanting scent.

Shar, lying on the long waterbed, urged:

"Quick."

Roger calmly placed his right hand on her hip.

A large amount of gas gathers here.

Thanks to Roger's efforts.

It seeped out little by little.

"Hint: You are using 'Qi' to perform localized treatment on the target."

"Huh?"

Shar, who was lying down, made a surprised sound.

Not long after.

Then, the sorceress's continuous moans of pleasure echoed from the room.