Liquid Trap

Linlin and Bertha’s gazes were focused on Little Lin.

Little Lin was very satisfied. Standing made her feel unsafe, so she sat on the edge of the dining table, her little hands grabbing the edge of the table to stabilize herself, her two fair and tender little legs swinging naturally.

She had always been the center of attention in the tribe, but after arriving in the Gluttony Territory, her treatment had plummeted.

The demons here only cared about whether you were delicious, whether you could be eaten, and no one cared about her appearance.

This made her feel a strong sense of loss, but she had originally wanted to escape the troubles brought by her appearance, so she quickly accepted it.

Normally, succubi would only do that and that with each other in order to give birth to offspring.

After all, they were both succubi, and one side would always lose out.

There was no such thing as everyone sincerely helping each other, stepping on each other’s shoulders to ascend to heaven.

If that were the case, the Lust Demon King would have kicked the other Demon Kings to death on the side of the road long ago, and the succubi would have ruled the demon world.

Of course, that was just normally speaking.

Linlin was a special case. Because she was too good-looking, many succubi had expressed their willingness to be Linlin’s foil.

Later, her fame grew, and she was selected by the Lust Demon King as a concubine.

Although her appearance brought trouble, Little Lin didn’t hate it.

At this time, the attention from the two of them reminded her of some scenes from the past, alas, alas…

Linlin’s face darkened, wishing she could punch Little Lin. What was this thing thinking about? Like an old man, hurry up and say it!

However, considering that her teacher was nearby, Linlin still resisted the urge to act in order to maintain her image.

Bertha, on the other hand, stared at this cute little creature with interest, not in a hurry, quietly waiting.

The demon world was four years ago, and the betrayal of the Lust Demon King was ten years ago.

If it was about the level of a Demon King, Linlin might still remember something.

But she had basically forgotten all about demon lords like the Lonely Mourner.

“The Lonely Mourner…” Little Lin lifted the clothes on her chest.

Because her shoulders were too smooth and the clothes were too big, she could only pull them up, whetting their appetite, “She’s very beautiful.”

Linlin waited for the next sentence, and then… then Little Lin didn’t continue speaking. Linlin glared, “And then?”

Little Lin waved her hand, “I’m done.”

?

Linlin made a question mark, her head full of black lines.

Bertha, on the other hand, covered her mouth and chuckled, “I see.”

Linlin frowned, starting to reflect. Could it be that she was too stupid?

“Hehe, the main body is so stupid,” Little Lin laughed.

Linlin resisted the urge to beat her up and looked at Teacher Bertha, “Teacher, I don’t seem to have heard anything.”

Bertha didn’t know when she had conjured up a goblet, sipping the drink she had added some essence to.

Her face changed, she stuck her tongue out, and then quickly retracted it.

It was too bitter, and she forced herself to say, “Why don’t you ask the little one?”

After Linlin turned around, Bertha inconspicuously dumped the drink out and then drank several glasses of plain water wildly.

Linlin sighed. She had a premonition that if Little Lin was permanent, her future life might be uneasy.

She understood herself at that time.

‘Hurry up and say it!’

Linlin glared, not planning to play with Little Lin.

Little Lin curled her lips, wanting to be a riddler, but faced with the main body’s power, she could only honestly say:

“The Lonely Mourner, you can tell from the words, this demon lord thinks she is too beautiful, but can only admire herself, so she feels sad about it.”

Linlin moved her brain a little, not understanding, and then her brain told her to directly ask Little Lin, “And then?”

“And then…” Little Lin’s gaze fell on Linlin’s white and long slender fingers, especially her nails.

Her nails were slightly long, and Little Lin laughed.

Linlin’s eyelids twitched.

Little Lin immediately took it back and said seriously:

“You know the Lust Demon King, any female with a famous beauty, she will go up and take a look.

The genuine ones can’t escape her grasp, but the Lonely Lord…”

“She didn’t become the Lust Demon King’s concubine.

Are you saying that the Lonely Mourner’s self-proclaimed status is problematic? But what’s the use of that?

Shouldn’t we be thinking about how to deal with her?

Her weaknesses and attack methods are what we should be focusing on more.”

Little Lin looked at her like she was looking at a fool.

Linlin felt a little uncomfortable. This was a bit like the expression she had seen on Mavis’s face before.

“Why should we deal with the Lonely Mourner?” Little Lin threw out the question.

“Because this demon lord has infiltrated Holderma, if she descends, Holderma will be devastated!” Linlin said anxiously.

“Pfft…” Little Lin couldn’t help but laugh a few times, “How childish will the future me be? A little succubus is concerned about the life and death of Holderma.”

Little Lin leaned back, supporting herself with both hands, somewhat pleasantly, her little legs still swinging.

But suddenly remembering that she was sitting on the dining table and wasn’t wearing anything inside, she quickly sat up straight, pressing down on the top she was wearing as a dress.

She had no interest in giving others benefits, even if it was the main body.

Linlin’s eyes were lowered, not noticing the benefits Little Lin was giving. Of course, even if she noticed, she wouldn’t be interested.

With her small hand supporting her chin, Little Lin interrogated,

“Then let me ask you, there is a profession on the continent called adventurers, there is an organization called the Adventurers Association, and a strength system with great reference value is divided out.

What level do you think you are on this adventure system?”

Linlin sighed. She also realized that the main reason was that she had been living in this city with Mavis for four years and had defaulted that she was a Holderma person, sharing worries for Holderma,

“Without using succubus methods, about silver level.”

“Then let me ask you, what level does a demon lord correspond to?”

“The highest hero level.”

“A silver level is concerned about things that only a hero level can handle? Did Holderma give you the Silver Codex as a reward?” Little Lin shook her head and sighed.

There were two Silver Codex in Holderma.

One refers to the artifact, the Silver Codex, given to Holderma by the God of Order three hundred years ago.

The other refers to the organization under the guardian who manages the Silver Codex, which is responsible for fighting against demons, including the Court of Judgment, the Court of Hunters, and the Demon Research Institute.

Little Lin was talking about the artifact one.

“Okay, my bad.” Linlin was a little discouraged.

“Oh, by the way, big sister, what level would you be at?” Little Lin looked curiously at Bertha, who was studying the essence.

“Eh, me?” Bertha pondered slightly, “I don’t know, I rarely fight with people, so I shouldn’t be strong.

Of course, my intelligence ability is very strong.”

Bertha smiled slightly. She wasn’t confident in her strength, but she was very confident in her talent.

With a demon lord lurking in Holderma, Linlin always felt uncomfortable, but she was too weak, she had the heart but not the strength.

On the contrary, Little Lin was very open-minded, just run away, you can’t possibly go up and give away your life, right?

“I just used a few words from Little Lin to successfully decipher the principle of this essence,” Bertha boasted.

“Worthy of being a teacher.”

“Big sister is so powerful!” Little Lin’s eyes lit up. She could deduce a lot of information from just a little information. What a powerful ability, but it was a talent, and the main body couldn’t learn it.

Bertha nodded, taking the flattery, and began to explain: “…From the magic orbit of the thirty-sixth energy level, this magic power is somewhat abnormal.

There are unexpectedly many high-energy magic particles, but according to the Coles magic energy formula…

So, based on the above analysis, I am sure that this is a trap involving souls and memories.”

Little Lin’s eyes were already circled.

And Linlin was thinking that it would be very appropriate for Teacher Bertha to wear glasses and lift them up at the end.

Seeing the two like this, Bertha sighed. She clearly explained it in a very basic way, and even wanted to break it down and explain it, but the two still didn’t understand. Was it that difficult?

“Okay, then let me put it simply. It’s never bad to read more books. Knowledge can leverage power…” Bertha sighed,

“This so-called essence contains powerful life energy, and can even extend lifespan. But it subtly hides a few strands of the Lonely Mourner’s thoughts and memories.

On the surface, its side effect is just to make people’s desires stronger, making users relax their vigilance, but in reality, it mixes the Lonely Mourner’s thoughts into the user at the soul level.

It can’t be noticed once or twice, but after many times, the Lonely Mourner can overwrite the user’s original soul and distort it into her. Like boiling a frog in warm water.

Although this example is not correct, the frog will jump away when boiled in warm water, but you can understand the meaning.”

Bertha was quite rigorous. Of course, she was only rigorous in academics.