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Chapter 146 Sleepless Night (3k)

The bathroom was filled with the aroma of essential oils amidst the swirling white mist. In the jujube-colored pool, two snow-white, delicate bodies were immersed.

"Ah, that feels so good."

Yumilia leaned against the poolside, her eyes hazy, her voice soft and tingling.

She raised her hand, and the dark red, slightly viscous hot water slid down her fair skin.

"It's amazing how this mud-like stuff feels so comfortable."

"This is a bath mud. It contains not only volcanic mud and Dead Sea mud, but also honey and herbal glycerin. Taking a bath with this is not only comfortable, but it can also moisturize the skin and keep it delicate and smooth."

Ita moved closer to Yumilia from the bath, touching her soft little belly.

"However, Yumilia's skin is perfect even without this," she said with a grin.

"It tickles, Ita," Yumilia said with a laugh as she turned away.

In fact, it's the same with Ita. The perfection of the bodies of dragons and elves is something that other races can never envy. Even without any maintenance, they can maintain their best condition in all aspects.

"That must be very expensive, right?"

Although I don't quite understand why mud can be used for bathing, just listening to Ita's explanation, I know that the hot water in this pool must be expensive.

"I don't know either, it was all arranged by Delina," Ita said with a shrug.

"But as long as it makes Yumilia happy, money is no big deal." She hugged Yumilia and nestled affectionately in her arms.

"Haha," Yumilia forced a laugh.

Although she now has Freya, she still relies on herself financially. She has never used the gold card from the Fortune Bank that Freya gave her, and she is still a thrifty and frugal person who tries to save money wherever possible.

“This bathwater is so comfortable, I’d like Caesar to try it too,” Yumilia said.

At this point, Ita blushed: "Yumeria, we're both girls, and we're all grown up now, how can we still bathe with Caesar?"

Yumilia looked at Ita strangely: "I only said I wanted Caesar to try, I didn't say I wanted him to come and wash with me."

Ita paused for two seconds, then quietly murmured an "oh".

“Caesar has also made arrangements,” she said.

"But speaking of which, Caesar doesn't want to bathe with me anymore. I remember the last time we bathed together was when I was eight years old, during a trip to Saltwater Bay. I went to a hot spring with Caesar, and he was so shy that he wouldn't even let me see him."

Yumilia said with distress, "He's still just a little kid, and he's already carrying me on his back like this. What if he becomes even more distant when he grows up?"

Even when he's grown up, I still want him to be able to act cute and affectionate with me like he did when he was little.

She said, slightly pursing her lips.

Ita smiled helplessly.

It's likely that in Yumilia's eyes, no matter how much Caesar grows up, he'll still just be a child.

But just thinking that Yumilia was able to raise a child like Caesar is still amazing.

At that moment, Ita thought of something and glanced down at Yumilia's chest.

Yumilia's nipples were the slightly more pronounced, blushing type, not much bigger than a little girl's, since her physical development had stalled there.

But that way, he was able to feed Caesar back then, which makes him seem even more formidable.
"Hmm? Ita, what's wrong?" Yumilia noticed Ita's gaze and tilted her head, asking in confusion.

"No, it's nothing," Ita turned her head, putting away her impolite thoughts.

After taking a bath, Yumilia combed Ita's hair, and the two played around in the room for a while before Yumilia got sleepy and wanted to go to bed.

Ita wanted to see Caesar one last time before going to sleep, at least to say goodnight. She put on her coat and went to Caesar's door. She knocked.

"Caesar, are you asleep?"

"I'm already asleep. We can talk about it tomorrow," came Caesar's tired voice from the room.

"That's it"

It seemed Caesar had no intention of opening the door for her, and Ita was somewhat disappointed.

She turned and walked down the corridor, where she saw Doruvan walking towards her.

"Master, the kingdom will begin imposing a curfew today, what do you think?"

He didn't say anything more, seemingly waiting for Ita's command.

Ita was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "Let's not get involved for now, let's just be outsiders."

Doruvan hesitated for a moment, then finally just nodded.

"Yes."

Ita gave a final instruction to the night patrol, then returned to his room. Yumilia was already fast asleep on the soft bed. Ita gently pulled back the covers, snuggled up to Yumilia, put his arm around her shoulder, and gradually fell asleep as well.

However, if she had just glanced into Caesar's room, she would have found it empty, save for a regenerating spirit. Caesar tightened his collar; the wind was rather strong tonight, carrying the chill of late autumn.
He glanced at the watch Yumilia had given him on his wrist. It was already 10:40 PM, twenty minutes before curfew. Police were already driving around, clearing away people who hadn't yet made it home.

Even the homeless who usually huddled in the corners of the streets were driven into the church's almshouse, and tonight all the almshouses in the capital were overflowing with people.

Caesar stood atop the highest point of a building, observing the situation below. On his head, the fluffy Twilight Moon lay, trying to stay alert but unable to resist yawning.

"Master, who are we going to kill tonight?" Mu Yue asked, rubbing her eyes with her paws.

“Stop thinking about killing all the time. We’re here tonight to conduct an investigation,” Caesar said.

"What are you investigating?" Mu Yue asked, still a little dazed.

“The sudden curfew in the capital must mean something’s wrong. And there were strange monsters appearing late at night yesterday.” As Caesar was speaking, he suddenly noticed that Muyue above him was nodding off and looking like she was about to fall asleep.

"Where do you, a swordsman, get so sleepy?" Caesar said, speechless.

"There's nothing I can do. For the past few hundred years, I've always fallen asleep around this time. I'm used to it," Mu Yue said, looking like she was about to fall asleep as well.

Can swordsmen really develop a biological clock?
"Alright, if you can't hold on any longer, go to sleep for a while. I'll wake you up if something happens," Caesar said.

"okay"

As Muyue spoke, she yawned, nestled her head against his shoulder, and curled up to fall asleep.

Caesar then observed the situation below.

But perhaps it was something to do with Muyue, he yawned deeply as he looked at it.

Shaking his head to clear his mind, he took out a blue sugar cube from his pocket.

This is what she gave me when I met Muirner that afternoon, saying she promised not to lie to him.

He popped the sugar cube into his mouth, and a strong minty flavor hit him, instantly refreshing his mouth and clearing his mind.

I glanced at the time; it was already 10:59.

As the second hand ticked down to zero, a sharp beep from the radio rang out throughout the city.

"We are now implementing nighttime community control measures. All residents are requested to stay at home and not go out. Anyone who leaves home without authorization and enters the neighborhood will bear all consequences."

After the warning broadcast was repeated three times, the city fell into complete silence, with only the whistling wind and the occasional bark of a dog.

Caesar waited, and soon he saw military trucks driving through the city streets.

Caesar's gaze fell on a truck that stopped at an intersection. Several soldiers dressed in Fane military uniforms and carrying guns jumped out of the truck. Among them was a man in a gray robe, which Caesar recognized as the uniform of the Fane Magic Research Institute. The man was a sorcerer.

He saw them unload a long, rectangular wooden box from the car. It looked very heavy, and even with several people working together, they were struggling carefully.

They pried open the lid with a crowbar, and Caesar saw that inside was a rod-shaped object that looked like a beacon, with a tray-like structure at the bottom.

They placed the "beacon" on the street, and after the gray-robed sorcerer stepped forward and adjusted it a few times, several devices resembling radar antennas on the top of the "beacon" unfolded and slowly began to rotate.

Just as all of this was in progress, a loud shout suddenly rang out:
"Who told you to be there!"

A soldier spotted a homeless man huddled in an alley. The homeless man tried to run away out of fear, but was immediately caught up. The soldier raised his rifle butt and smashed it hard on the homeless man's head, knocking him unconscious. The man fell to the ground without making a sound and was then carried into the truck's canopy.

After placing the device, the group of soldiers got into a truck and left the scene.

Meanwhile, the same devices were placed throughout the city, and the vehicles began to leave the city.

Silence quickly returned. About ten minutes later, the beacons placed throughout the city seemed to receive a command simultaneously. Their antennas pointed in one direction, and as if some energy surged into them, the metallic antennas turned a deep red.

Caesar could feel waves of magical energy emanating from each beacon, spreading outwards. Each beacon was a node, and the spreading magical energy connected with each other, gradually forming an energy field that covered the entire city.

"Is this a high-level magical barrier? Its strength is almost at the sixth level. And is that a magical energy-related device?" Caesar wondered.

Modern magic, having departed from its original spellcasting logic, has also given rise to a new form of spell: magical energy.

That is, the current Magic Energy Research Institute.

In short, the work of the research institute is to achieve the greatest effect with the least amount of magic.

And to make the most of the little magic left in the world.

This beacon is one such example.

Such a dense network of beacon decorations is a form of modern magic from the Magic Research Institute.

In the past, such a near-sixth-tier spell barrier required the cooperation of several powerful mages to cast. Now, using these beacon devices, only ordinary mages need to activate it. Although it seems a bit troublesome to use, it is at least stable enough and has improved versatility.

After the magic barrier network completed its final connection, almost the entire city was covered by the barrier.

However, since the barrier has not yet shown its effect, Caesar cannot determine what kind of magic it is.

Just as he was pondering the purpose of setting up such a massive magical barrier, a low, demonic howl echoed through the silent city night sky.

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