I'm a forest ranger, why would I enslave a succubus?

Chapter 299: Dissemination and Positioning

"Hey! Boss! What do you mean?!"

Ryan woke up from his stupor, but the drunkenness still lingered around him.

So he smashed the wine glass in his hand without caring about his own life and confronted Boss Valeri angrily.

The drinkers around saw that there was fun and immediately cheered.

No one tried to stop the fight, everyone just instigated the two to fight.

Say things like 'You're not a real man to be able to tolerate him like this' or 'The boss is a shrinking bastard who doesn't even dare to beat people up when someone causes trouble'.

I can only say that there is no personal emotion at all. The map cannon is aimed at everyone, just for fun.

Fighting and verbal battles.

It is always the best side dish to go with Giant wine.

as predicted.

The trash talk war between the boss and Ryan began first.

But Ryan, who was drunk and had his mind confused by the spell, was no match for the battle-hardened Valeri. Soon his face turned red and he started fighting.

The two of them were punching each other back and forth, having a lot of fun.

The drinkers nearby cheered in response.

It was as if he didn't care at all about the two people fighting against each other, one was at the first level and the other was at the seventh level.

And Seamus.

The president of the Photography Club of the Bahadur Academy of Magic had already left the tavern.

He listened to the shouts, cheers, and the sound of fists hitting flesh coming from the Violet Tavern behind him.

The streets seemed unusually noisy at night.

Seeing that the other party didn't chase me, I felt a sense of relief that I had survived the disaster.

He looked at the crystal ball in his hand.

“This is not easy to fix.”

click -

Perhaps it was the vibration caused by walking, the crystal ball made a twisting sound along the crack and then completely split into two halves.

The chaotic spiritual energy hidden inside suddenly dissipated into the air.

Seamus grimaced, his face full of pain.

It's over, completely hopeless.

"There are actually people like this in Quartz Town."

There was no fear on his face, but instead his eyes flashed with anticipation and excitement.

"This town, separated by the Yigo tribe in the far west, the guardian circle, the powerful scorpion woman in the Wind Wall Forest, the philandering forest ranger, and the innkeeper who even I can't see through, is simply an unparalleled excellent film subject!"

He muttered to himself as he walked quickly down the street.

After a while, they turned into a mercenary hotel.

Entering the room, he quickly began to record his thoughts.

But suddenly, he hit his forehead again.

Calm down your excitement.

"No, no, we have to do it one by one. The worst thing about video production is that it's hard to have multiple projects running simultaneously. Also, the task the professor assigned me has to be done quickly. The beast disease must be spread as quickly as possible."

"The current obstacles are the Claw Valley Mountains, Ranger Rhodes and his lovers, and the Quartz Town authorities on the Hansen River. I've predicted the location of the ritual and arranged it in advance to delay the explosion, so it shouldn't be a problem. However, isn't this ranger's strength a bit outrageous? He's clearly a spiritual warrior not even at the seventh level."

"Oh, if only I knew the location of the Meru ruins, why bother with all this trouble? The professor speculates that the golden chalice inside contains the blood of a deceased ancient god. If we know him, our research on apotheosis will take a huge step forward. Damn the ratmen are just brain-dead old antiques, they deserve to be controlled by cosmic creatures."

"Where should we choose as the next filming location? Claw Valley Mountains! Oh right, that's Quartz Town's crucial defense against the beastmen. It's bound to be a hit. It's a shame I can't control Ryan, so the 'demented, reckless character' production also failed. Damn it, my legs are shaking. What's wrong with that tavern owner? I'm checking out tomorrow!"

Seamus was writing and drawing on a piece of paper, talking to himself.

This is his little habit.

Of course, in order to avoid hearing ears, he would set up a spell to silence and prevent eavesdropping in advance.

It's funny to say, Ryan didn't know who he offended, but three positioning spells were placed on him.

Even if he is at level seven, he is still a spiritual warrior after all, and his methods are limited.
Wait.

Why would I run away tomorrow? I could run away right now!
Just do it.

Seamersten stood up suddenly, pulled out a large suitcase from under the bed, and unscrewed the metal buckle with a click.

Throw your clothes and documents in there in a mess.

"Huh? This is it?"

Suddenly, Seamus noticed an unusual little bump on the hem of his clothes.

Unlike silk clothes, this is a black fluid metal with a metallic luster and is moving slightly.

"Slime?"

The voice just fell.

He suddenly felt something and turned his head to look at the window on the left.

Then, against the pitch-black sky, an unnatural white light suddenly appeared on the houses at the edge.

wow-

High-pressure spirituality burst through the windows.

Starting from the ceiling of the small room and going all the way through Seamus' neck.

"Well?"

A dull sound came from his throat, and a very thin line of blood was seen surrounding his entire neck.

Looking out the window in confusion.

In his last sight, a tall and handsome man was holding a huge pair of pruning shears, clinging to the window frame and looking at him coldly.

Behind the man, various women, such as frost-like elves, tree spirits with tree shadows descending in mid-air, and succubi wrapped in shadows, were watching from different positions, all fitting perfectly into the 'frame' of the window, creating a perfect image composition.

"Perfect"

Seamus' eyes widened, revealing a hint of excitement before his head was separated from his body.

Even until the breath is completely lost, it still remains.

"A doll?"

Rhodes stepped on the head that had no sense of flesh and blood.

If he hadn't sensed the [Disguise Field] within the 'corpse', he would have thought that he had killed the real Bahadur student.

I can only say that it is worthy of being the Bahadur School of Magic. They really know how to save their lives.

He activated the [Disguise Field] to cancel out the field on the 'corpse', revealing the true form of the brown puppet.

Callister the Elf soared into the room.

Without saying a word, he took out various spellcasting materials, a silver knife, and air bubbles that filtered the magical spirituality at the scene.

"Take your feet away."

"What do you want to do?"

"The tracing ceremony might be able to intercept some information, but it depends a lot on luck."

"Okay, you're busy."

Rhodes made way.

Terry squeezed into his arms.

"What? Master, are you going through so much trouble just to kill such a small thing? I'm not even full~~"

When the owner was feeding him, he suddenly pulled it out and said something was wrong, so he gathered his men and rushed to Quartz Town.

The succubus was very dissatisfied, but at this moment in the hotel, she was actually aroused a little.

I want to spend a night with my master in a cramped hotel room~
dong dong dong-

There was a rapid knock on the door.

Rod pushed Terry aside and went to open the door.

"Damn it! What are you doing? You're not sleeping at night and making such a big noise! ​​Do you believe that I won't return your deposit?"

A ferocious-looking middle-aged woman started yelling almost the moment the door opened.

(End of this chapter)