First, there was a burst of chewing sounds, as if they were close to the ear, then angry scolding, yelling, and finally a faint moan, so that Crane, who had just forcibly calmed down, seemed to return to a beautiful dream.

Isn't this Admiral Emilius' private residence? How does it sound more chaotic than the Red Theater......

Klein, who was constantly beating the drum in his heart, even wanted to close the door and return to the warm bed, and continue to sleep until dawn when he didn't know what to do, and maybe tomorrow morning, the mansion would return to its former tranquility, and the servants with a flattering face would wait for him to get up and eat, and the tender Cynthia continued to hint at him in various subtle ways, and the serious, respectful secretary Lu Er'an whispered the day's itinerary beside him, just as he had done for the previous two days.

But Klein, who has a lot of experience in death, knows that trouble has found him, and he can't solve the problem by escaping.

What's more, this is the general's mansion, and when I encounter this anomaly, haven't my guards been assembled yet? Where is the secretary who saddled all day? And what about the servants who can't even fit into the living room?

Mustering up the courage to hold the "Ninth Law" in his pocket with one hand, and letting the sense of majesty and confidence of the demigod admiral infect him, Crane pushed open the door with the other hand and stepped into the corridor with one foot.

In front of him, a chef sat in the corner, holding a huge plate filled with all sorts of raw and cooked foods, including tender Tirisian steak, Pritzport fried fish, and a large Olavi lobster still dancing with huge claws and a swarthy carapace.

The chef, who had been in normal shape, had a bulging stomach at this time, as if he was several months pregnant, with sauce hanging from the corners of his mouth, his eyes were round, he grabbed the big lobster and bit it down, seeing the hard carapace as nothing, and in the gurgling sound, the tiny object of the tooth or the lobster shell flew up, and the tight piece of meat was chewed and swallowed by him.

The stomach, which was already about to explode, bulged a little more in the act of swallowing.

"General, you've always kept us in shape, even a chef can't eat a full meal, but I really want to eat a few more bites......"

With a satisfied expression, the chef muttered and grabbed another piece of steak full of sauce.

"Stop!"

Crane tried to dissuade him from this suicidal behavior, and his words carried some of the "Ninth Law" that belonged to the demigods.

The chef froze as he nibbled on the steak, but only for a moment, and then, slowly, he began to move, continuing to swallow the piece of meat in his mouth.

No further attempt, Crane stepped in the direction of spiritual alertness, the master bedroom of the mansion and the place where Emilius would normally rest.

Worried about Cynthia's night attack, he deliberately chose a remote second bedroom and locked the door, but he didn't expect it......

As they passed by the entrance and exit leading to the cloister on the second floor of the living room, the two maids were intertwined, and the one above grabbed the other's neck with both hands, and kept hitting her head to the ground, and cursed angrily:

"Look down on me, huh?"

"Bullying me together, huh?"

The maid below thumped her head against the carpet, her eyes closed, and she didn't react at all, as if she had fallen into a deep coma.

Klein stepped forward, tore the angry maid away from the victim, threw it off the distance, slammed it into a valuable painting, and then fell to the ground unconscious.

But even so, she twisted her limbs and groped her way forward, continuing to reach for the other maid.

With the help of this short "truce", Klein finally discovered that the "victim" was not unconscious, but snoring slightly, and could not wake up.

Appetite, anger, and drowsiness that accumulate on weekdays...... Crane stared at them coldly for a few seconds, then walked around them and continued to walk forward.

Without addressing the real cause of their "desires", any attempt is just a waste of time.

In fact, Klein knew that the best way to deal with this kind of strange thing was to leave decisively and go to the military base at the foot of the mountain, or the Storm Church in the port city, to ask for help.

But they will inevitably report to Emilius, the strongest demigod on the island of Olavi at this time.

And these days, Emilius is me...... He thought helplessly, and soon came to the door of the master bedroom, and the faint moans that had made his blood rage at first were now extremely clear, the friction of his limbs, and the mysterious and familiar smell came out of the crack in the door, and entered Klein's ears and nostrils.

Let me see who is having a party in the Admiral's bedroom...... Taking a deep breath, Crane slammed the door open.

The first thing that caught his eye was the secretary Lu Er'an, who was leaning against the wall by the door with his hands folded, the blonde young man with his head held high, looking down at the interior of the room with a kind of overlooking gaze, and his lonely emotions were concentrated on his expression, looking at all beings.

When he heard the door open, he glanced sideways, as if he were looking at a bed bug.

This...... Is it the usual hidden arrogance? I can't see that Lu Er'an is not so respectful to the general as he seems......

Abandoning communication with the seemingly normal, but in fact "frenzied" secretary, Klein turned his gaze in the direction of Lueran's observation.

In the spacious master bedroom, which occupied almost a quarter of the second floor of the mansion, figures were scattered on the carpet, some of them were the general's guards who should be standing guard outside, some were maids they had only seen in the evening, and they were naked or dressed in single clothes to form at least two people, and the various combinations with no caps were all put together in various postures that Crane had never thought of.

The few remaining men and women who were not involved fell to their knees in the center of the bedroom, but they were not idle, and the brown branches were as soft as tentacles, caressing their bodies and bringing them more pleasure than others.

The wheezing sound heard outside the door came from these people who were immersed in "extreme desire".

At the source of the "branches", a huge body more than three meters high twisted, half-lying on the large bed in the middle of the room, the white skin grew brown tumors, most of them had burst, in addition to the "branches" that stretched out to the surrounding areas, some of them turned into huge flower buds that seemed to be some parts of the human body, and transparent juice flowed out of them, dripping onto the white sheets.

! What the hell is this!

Klein felt his head explode with a thud, his body tensed, his left hand drooped, the "wriggling hunger" was ready to go, his right hand reached into his pocket, and he clenched the "Ninth Law" charm, as if he had returned to the street square of Tingen, and as if he had once again entered the ruins of the outskirts of Beckland.

Sensing this undisguised hostility, the top of the distorted body, a head turned to this side, a head that looked petite compared to the body, with long golden and silky hair and blue eyes, delicate skin, and a soft expression, it was actually the mistress of Emilius who had tried to climb on Klein's bed several times in the past two days, Cynthia!

Her face flushed with drunkenness, her lips lifted slightly, and she murmured:

"General, I want to have a child with you......"

No, you don't want to!

At this moment, the glove on Klein's left hand instantly turned a deep black, and at the same time exuded an evil touch, switching to the soul of the "Clever Talker" that he had just grazed, and possessed the ability of the "Corrupt Baron".

This "twisted" force acted on Cynthia's statement, turning her intention of "wanting to have a child with the general" into "just thinking" rather than putting it into action.

At the same time, his right hand stretched out of his pocket, and in his hand he held the "Ninth Law" charm made of the blood of Emilius, and with the momentum of the demigod's presence, Crane opened his mouth and ordered:

"Cynthia, stop your actions!"

This is the information he obtained about the admiral, and Emilius, who is serious in appearance, but in fact gentle and affectionate, will occasionally give orders to his mistress, and no matter how much the other party messes around, he will obediently stop at this time.

The distortion of the corrupt baron, the aura of the demigods, the familiar commands, and the superposition of various effects made the mutated Cynthia also appear momentarily stunned, those buds, those branches stopped moving, and only the naked men and women were left in the room for a while.

But in the next second, a wicked smile bloomed on the mistress's face, and the shy, excited red of her cheeks almost stained her whole body, and all the buds opened in unison, facing this way.

"General!"

She let out a loud cry as the tentacle branch abandoned everyone else and rolled toward Crane.

Oh no, her "target" is Emilius, and I just reacted most like Emilius...... Crane's hair stood on end, and a thump pounced on him, and the "tentacles" were rooted in the place where he had been standing.

The response is completely wrong.

When I find something wrong, I should leave quickly, report it to the church or contact the military, and even if I go up to the gray fog to divination, I can get more information. I felt that I could easily resolve the anomaly and continue to play the role of Admiral until the mission was completed...... Isn't this a kind of "arrogance"?

It turned out that it was not only them who were triggered by negative "desires", but also me......

Before the man landed in the air, Klein's mind began to examine the current situation.

"Bang-"

With a loud bang, new branches emerged from the floor, from the ceiling, like those that grew from Cynthia, brown and slimey, with flowers like human organs blooming at the top.

The branches continued to chase Klein's figure, hugging or rolling, with ferocity.

Without hesitation, Klein, who had landed on the ground, raised the "Ninth Law" spell in his right hand and recited the activation spell.

"The law!"

The charm absorbed the spirit, and the appearance became cold, and a golden light like substance appeared between Crane's fingers.

His next words will be the unbreakable law of this building!

But what restrictions should be made?

Under the cold touch, Crane's thoughts became calm and efficient, and the stretched branches in front of him, the excited Cynthia, and the entangled crowd seemed to be still.

Forbid any desires? No, this is too broad, and the broader the "ban", the worse the effect; That forbids the desire to reproduce? After all, Cynthia's purpose is only this, and nothing else is urgent......

Thinking about it, Crane's gaze swept over the dim moonlight outside the window, over Cynthia, who was originally an ordinary person, but at this time had endless extraordinary power like "Megaoos", and swept over the guards and maids who were detonated by the "foreign power".

Alien forces?

"It's forbidden to interact with the outside world here!"

With the command of the ancient Hermetic language, the power of the demigods sealed inside the "Ninth Law" was induced, and the fluctuations formed by countless symbols and logos dispersed in all directions, enveloping the entire building, isolating some kind of evil power.

At the same time, Klein seemed to see a bright starry sky, a star that glowed scarlet.

His eyes burst open in an instant under the erosion of this burst of light, and the crystals in his eyeballs mixed with blood slowly flowed down, causing him to close his eyes in pain.

This was only a slight backlash of Klein's isolation of this power, and if it weren't for the spell left by the demigod general, this little escape power alone would have been enough to turn his entire person into a monster like Cynthia!

Fortunately, the outside force has been cut off, and Cynthia should ......

Hmmm-

Two branches jerked in, wrapped around Crane's ankles, pulled him down unprepared, and dragged him forward, and the other branches on the ground also came closer, tightly bound his arms, and pressed against his neck. Under Klein's "perception" without the help of vision, Cynthia seemed to maintain some strength, still smiling and pulling him to his side.

"General, General......"

She muttered.

Crane endured the pain and tried to escape, but when his arms were tied, all kinds of magical objects, even the fire jump, were difficult to achieve, and his face changed back to Gelman Sparrow's emaciated, angular appearance after a momentary blur.

"I'm not...... Not your generals. ”

His lungs were pressed against tentacles, and Crane barely managed to say it.

Cynthia stopped in surprise and looked at Klein's unfamiliar face, smiling excitedly for a moment.

"General, I didn't expect you to be ...... like this"

I,, you're blinder than I am!

Klein cursed angrily in his heart, but the breath in his chest had been squeezed out completely, and he couldn't even say the roar.

When she pulls me to her side, maybe I'll be able to let go of my restraints, and that's my only chance to leap into flames...... Crane, whose eyes were still in pain, gave up struggling to maintain his strength, and "watched" Cynthia pull him to the side of the bed little by little.

"Bang-"

The floor-to-ceiling window on the outside of the master bedroom shattered instantly, and with a tremor of the "isolation" that enveloped the whole room, an elegant figure appeared by the window, holding a metal vial in her hand, and the interior was exuding a majesty like a god walking on the ground.

A sharp wind blade swept through, cutting off the branches that bound Crane, and as the dark red liquid flowed out of the fracture, Crane also regained his mobility, his right hand touched the bleeding eyes, pulled to the shoulder, and at the same time, the blood and flesh of the left shoulder were blurred, and two intact eyeballs reappeared in the eye socket.

Cynthia looked coldly at the uninvited guest who disturbed her "good business", who slowly walked up from the window, and the dim moonlight on her face was Angel who had hurried from the port city.

"Who allowed you to touch him?"

(End of chapter)