Opening the Storage Chest

Luke did his best to appear harmless.

But the guard did not dare relax in the slightest.

In the middle of the night, a lone elf had come running to the warehouse district. Wasn't that completely unreasonable? This was Cape District, after all. Beautiful female elves were highly sought after.

"Captain Ron has already gone to rest. If you need to see him, come back during the day."

Luke knew it was inappropriate to seek out Ron so late at night, but tomorrow he still had to welcome the Detective Chief of the Cape District Secret Intelligence Bureau, then take up his post and meet his future subordinates.

He probably would not have time to come again.

"Sir, I have something very important with Ron that I must retrieve tonight.

Please take me to see Ron!"

The guard did not know how to handle this.

After all, people making a living in the harbor district were more or less involved in smuggling. Ron was not asleep at the moment; he was delivering goods to a client in the warehouse.

Was this elf here to collect goods too?

But why had Captain Ron not mentioned it?

Since he could not judge the situation, he would tell Captain Ron and let him decide whether to see this elf.

"Wait here. I'll go ask Captain Ron."

After retreating into the guard booth, the guard woke his fellow watchman, then turned and ran toward the depths of the warehouse.

Luke waited patiently outside the warehouse gates.

He was level 60 now. He had time to waste here.

About fifteen minutes later, Ron came out with more than a dozen warehouse guards.

Ron was bloated, with a huge belly and short legs. He waddled like a swaying mountain of flesh.

His right eye had been modified into a lens capable of extending, retracting, and changing focus.

A boomerang was tucked into the holster on his belt. His left hand was absurdly large, and he likely possessed some sort of extraordinary ability.

Among the guards, only three appeared to be normal humans. The others all had varying degrees of bodily modification.

Ron waddled up to Luke. The lens in his right eye turned and extended as he carefully examined the exquisite female elf before him.

The guards who had come out with him surrounded Luke.

Ron looked at the elf before him, his face filled with lust.

"Little elf, I heard you were looking for me? You even said you had something with me..." Ron stepped closer and closer to Luke, his fat belly pressing in like a wall.

Luke had already realized that the other side harbored ill intent, so he quietly activated a skill.

A cool breeze blew in. Under the influence of the Constellation, the moisture in the air gradually thickened.

Luke slowly backed away beneath Ron's pressure, but he still tried, saying, "Open my storage chest."

No response...

Ron continued forward. The elf's helpless appearance thrilled him immensely.

"What did you say? Little elf... Have you forgotten what you left with me?"

A light rain began to fall from the sky.

This was the coast, where night rain was common. Thus, no one noticed anything unusual about this rain. Everyone's attention was on the elf.

She was too beautiful, so beautiful that she seemed as though she did not belong in this world.

Faced with Ron's advancing pressure, Luke continued to restrain himself as he backed away and said, "I want the Spine of the White Dragon, Mist Flower Crystal, Navilin Teardrop, Other Shore Wood, Moon Nectar..."

Ron chuckled. "Sure. They're all in my room. Come with me, and I'll get them for you."

At that moment, someone nimbly leaped down from above and said to Ron, "Captain! There's no one around. She's alone."

The smile on Ron's face widened.

Luke was now completely certain that the warehouse function had failed.

"Captain Ron, it seems I made a mistake. You can all go back and rest. Sorry for disturbing you..."

Since the subordinate he had sent out had returned and said there was no ambush nearby, Ron no longer bothered pretending.

The fat on his face squeezed into a savage smile.

"Little elf, you really are lost, and there's something wrong with your head. Do you think I'd have the things you mentioned? If I had those things, would I still be guarding warehouses here?

Come with me obediently, and I'll find you a wealthy noble to serve as your master.

Hm!"

Ron stopped advancing because he saw the elf draw the two curved blades from his waist, taking an attacking stance.

With his weapons drawn, Luke looked up at Ron, who towered over him, and said, "Ron, this is a misunderstanding. I don't think you want bloodshed tonight."

Ron realized that the elf before him might not be as simple as he had imagined.

But he was unwilling to let her go.

An elf of such exceptional quality would definitely be coveted by noble lords and could surely be sold for an astronomical price.

"This really is a misunderstanding. I was only joking with you." Ron slowly stepped back while hiding his massive left hand behind him and signaling to his subordinates. At the same time, he soothed the elf before him. "I'm also worried about your safety. Cape District is very dangerous at night, after all. I sincerely invite you to rest in our warehouse and leave after dawn tomorrow."

"No need..."

Before Luke could finish speaking, Ron swung out the enormous fist he had kept behind his back.

The massive fist unleashed a fierce blast of force, scattering the raindrops as it hurtled toward Luke.

At the same time, his other hand pulled the boomerang from the holster at his waist and threw it. The boomerang traced an arc through the air toward Luke.

Having received the signal, the other warehouse guards surged forward, intending to seize this exquisite elf in one stroke.

But at that moment, countless flowers formed from mist and frost appeared out of thin air in the sky, blooming one after another.

As the Mist Frost Flowers appeared, the temperature plummeted. The falling rain transformed into ice crystals, and the rain-soaked ground instantly froze.

The guards' clothes froze stiff, while the soles of their shoes were firmly glued to the ground by ice.

Their movements became rigid from the ice covering their bodies, and their breath condensed into clouds of white mist...

The moment Luke saw Ron's disgusting expression, he knew a fight was unavoidable. He immediately unleashed Ice Dance Garden. Combined with Aquarius's dampness and rainfall, Ice Dance Garden produced an overwhelmingly powerful freezing effect.

Luke slid sideways to evade the force of Ron's punch, then severed the incoming boomerang with a single slash.

He then drifted swiftly to the side of a guard and cut open his throat with one stroke. Hot blood sprayed out, but froze in midair into crimson icicles. The wound quickly froze shut, and the guard remained in place, awaiting the end of his life.

The temperature continued to fall. The weak guards, drenched from head to toe, could not withstand such cold at all.

Even those slightly stronger could only barely endure the freezing cold, and their movements became exceedingly sluggish.