Fragrant Red Lips

"How old is he?"

Li Ziran did not agree to Nicole right away. Instead, he asked an irrelevant question.

He did not ask how she had obtained an Elf more precious than gemstones.

None of that was his business. The instant Nicole voiced her request, Li Ziran had to figure out how to complete the task.

Because she was a high-ranking VIP, and every high-ranking VIP represented resources indispensable to Li Ziran's survival.

When dealing with these special customers, Li Ziran would satisfy their demands as much as possible.

That was professional ethics, the Survival Law.

The reason he asked that question was entirely to steady his emotions.

Although Li Ziran's Survival Law told him that Elves were merely part of the food chain.

Its appearance here could only be called its misfortune.

Yet his conscience told him that this was a life, a living creature of this world.

And it possessed a talent no other living creature could match.

He needed a little time to immerse himself in the Survival Law.

All right!

He had adjusted himself well enough and began considering what he needed to do.

Without question, there was danger.

The thing before him was no ordinary being: an Ancient Elf, a bloodline that the Elves could not afford to lose.

And according to what Nicole had said, he was Jon's son. This Title Magister, whose might intimidated the entire Red Soil Continent, would hardly lose his bloodline for nothing.

Li Ziran was not afraid of the Elves' formidable spells. The only thing he feared was the most mysterious kind of person among the Elves.

White Tiger Priests!

They usually presided over Elven sacrificial rites, an occupation everyone overlooked.

But Li Ziran knew how terrifying these people were. They had abandoned the magic they excelled at most and explored transcendent powers beyond the Elemental Tide.

Priests!

That power was comparable to curses, Prophecy, and divination. It could not be seen or touched, yet it could obtain certain mysterious information.

He had to be careful, and it would be best to finish quickly.

Nicole said uncertainly, "I don't know the details either. He's about that old, anyway. Is there a problem, or are you scared?"

Li Ziran shook his head. He was not afraid of anything, but he felt Nicole had concealed something very important from him.

Why was she able to obtain an Ancient Elf?

But that was not important, nor was it something he should concern himself with.

"How are you planning to perform the surgery? Right here?" Li Ziran surveyed Madinger Town, meaning that this place was not safe enough. At this critical juncture of the Elven Pilgrimage, even without the mysterious powers of White Tiger Priests, the Elves themselves could probably sense and discover them.

Li Ziran needed an absolutely quiet environment. Whether it was a kidney transplant or a blood replacement, both were delicate work that could not tolerate the slightest disturbance.

"I think this place is perfect. Think about it—would those Elves imagine that their precious Ancient Descendant was in a little town like this? They would definitely think it was Brando, or Slave City, that did it." Nicole pointed at the spinning windmill in the distance and smiled. "How about doing the transplant there? I just had that Dwarf prepare the room, high-proof rum, and three days' worth of food. So long as people have a few shreds of sense, surely no one would disturb a pair of lovers deep in passion, right?"

Li Ziran glanced at the spinning windmill. Behind it, the glow of a Sunstone could faintly be seen. The scent of alcohol mingled with the travelers' clamor and drifted wantonly through the air.

There was the Windmill's finest private room.

Not a bad idea!

Li Ziran could not help praising Nicole. After two years apart, this girl had matured greatly.

Great concealment hid within the marketplace.

Even he would not have thought of transplanting an Ancient Elf here.

Seeing that Li Ziran did not object, Nicole wrapped the Ancient Elf in the Life Leaf again and hid him against her chest. Hugging Li Ziran, she said with a giggle, "Hurry up and start. Carrying this Elf around has had me on tenterhooks for days."

On tenterhooks?

Li Ziran wanted to laugh. This little girl was really something. She had wandered the streets with such a treasure and dressed herself up like a blossoming branch as she went in and out of the mill.

There were quite a few lechers here. If several drunks started harassing her, this precious treasure might be ruined.

But that was only a passing thought. Nicole was more mature than he had imagined, handled matters with poise, and had planned everything thoroughly. She had quite the air of a lady lord.

It seemed she had suffered quite a bit in Anduin City over the past two years. Since she dared do this, she must have been confident.

Li Ziran put an arm around Nicole's shoulders and entered the Windmill again.

Walking in with such a stunning beauty in his arms naturally drew plenty of attention. A few men of poor character even rose to make trouble.

But they were quickly stopped by those beside them, who pointed at the Frog hanging from Li Ziran's waist and whispered a few warnings into their ears. They were clearly talking about how Li Ziran had casually turned someone into a Frog that afternoon and tossed him into the bathhouse pool.

More importantly, there was still that Frog pinned to the neighboring table by a dagger, not yet dealt with.

Everyone knew that this woman was definitely even more ruthless and vicious than Li Ziran.

When Nicole came in, the Horse Dwarf hurried over and handed her a key. He said respectfully, "Miss, the room has been booked, and everything you asked for has been prepared."

Nicole took the key, spun it around on her finger, and flicked it lightly. It landed perfectly in Li Ziran's pocket.

Li Ziran could not help laughing. This little girl had clearly used the technique for throwing concealed weapons. Transplanting the Wind Elf Heart had not allowed her to master wind magic, but it had given her an excellent talent for sensing wind currents.

Using her special perception of the wind, she had developed a fine skill with concealed weapons.

She did not refuse. She needed to spend a tiny bit of time showing off their affection, keeping ignorant fools from disrupting her surgery, and naturally staying in the room for three days.

"Buddy, bring me a cup of Red Lips!" Li Ziran leaned against the great millstone and found an empty seat.

Red Lips was a potent mixed liquor. Beyond its strength, which could knock someone down after three cups, it was famous among travelers for its ability to keep men vigorous and tireless.

This was a man's secret.

When the crimson mixed liquor was brought over, everyone unanimously sent envious looks toward Li Ziran.

Although they were not priests, they all seemed to be skilled in Prophecy, foreseeing that this woman would be very fortunate tonight.

Nicole was utterly unceremonious. With a little hop, she sat directly on Li Ziran's lap. Her tight leather skirt stretched open, instantly revealing her pale, lovely thighs.

Gulp!

In an instant, the sound of people swallowing saliva filled the room.

Li Ziran smiled to himself. This little girl was definitely not doing this for the first time.

Two years apart, and she had really learned some tricks.

Knowing how to use beauty, especially men's desire, was unquestionably the best way for a woman to survive on the Wasteland.

With such provocation, naturally someone could not endure it.

Even with his friends' warnings, someone still could not restrain himself. Holding a drink, he approached, his rough hand attempting to land on Nicole's fragrant, tender shoulder.

"Hey, little beauty, have a drink?"

But his hand would never fall. In an instant, it was wrapped in green mucus and transformed into a Frog.

Nicole gave the Frog a casual kick, sending it flying in a graceful arc toward the wall.

Smack!

Blood and bile splattered across the wall.

Li Ziran needed to defend his woman. Of course, this method of defense was enough to sober up some drunken people.

The bright crimson Red Lips sat quietly on the large round tray like a ruby. Li Ziran picked it up, gently swirled it, then drained it in one gulp.

One hand passed beneath Nicole's tender knees while the other wrapped around her slender waist. Straightening his back, he rose stiffly to his feet with the woman in his arms.

"Excuse me! Make way!"

Li Ziran was very polite, but left no room for refusal.

The travelers consciously opened a path. When Li Ziran passed through the crowd and reached the Horse Dwarf's side, he looked toward his pocket. "Open the door for me!"

The Horse Dwarf jumped up, took out the key, and hurriedly scrambled up the stairs.

"You really have experience!" Nicole whispered beside Li Ziran's ear, her tender tongue teasing him until he nearly fell down the stairs.

"Stop fooling around!"

Li Ziran tightened his hold on Nicole. He desperately wanted to be free of this at once. The feeling was truly not as pleasant as he had imagined. Being the center of attention was not something his personality could enjoy.

He climbed the stairs step by step, as orderly as if he were walking a red carpet. Passing through the spiral staircase on the second floor, he went straight to the top-floor room on the third floor.

There were two rooms here. One stood beside the windmill, allowing one to view Madinger Town through its blades. The other faced away from the windmill and was almost completely shrouded in darkness, but the mill owner had thoughtfully embedded Starlight Stones in the ceiling, making it feel as though one stood beneath the night sky.

The floor was covered in a down rug, which encircled a large round bed set right beneath a dome-like tent.

There were no unnecessary decorations here, only a simple heart-shaped table.

This was called Love-Filled Room, a rather catchy name. Naturally, it was not cheap: fifty copper coins a night, equivalent to the price he got for selling four corpses.

At this moment, two bottles of red wine, a small bag of mare's milk, two packets of dry bread, three steaming roast chickens, and an unknown number of buffalo steaks had already been laid out in the room. Everything seemed to be telling everyone that they intended to shut themselves in here for three days.

It was extravagantly excessive. Compared with the love suites he had experienced, it was truly low-class, but in the eyes of ordinary travelers, it was already dream-level luxury.

Those who had followed up to watch the excitement could not help sighing, their eyes full of envy.

"Shoo, shoo, shoo!" At that moment, the Horse Dwarf spotted a rat gnawing wildly on a bag of bread and rushed over to drive it away.

Startled, the rat ran two circles in front of everyone before darting beneath the bed.

Nicole's expression darkened somewhat. That ill-timed rat had clearly ruined the lovely atmosphere, but Li Ziran did not care.

The mill itself was a place for travelers to seek amusement. Those wandering the Wasteland did not have much money, so naturally the mill catering to poor folk like them could not be particularly high-class.

Although the mill owner had gone to great lengths to create this Love-Filled Room, it was still part of the low-end lodging area. There was no way to completely get rid of things like rats.

"All right, stop chasing it. Wait outside for these next few days. I'll have something for you to do after I come out." As he spoke, Li Ziran took out two copper coins and tossed them over.

He was not as generous as Nicole.

After driving the Horse Dwarf out of the room, he slammed the door shut tight.

At last, it was quiet.