Starting with the goblin extermination

Chapter 108 The Wonderful Uses of the Tail

By the time we got back to Riverwood, it was completely dark.

The streets were already lit up, and a large number of adventurers who had just finished their missions in the forest were wandering around in twos and threes. Some wanted to go to the bathhouse to wash away the blood and grime, while others wanted to release their pent-up desires.

It must be said that the presence of adventurers has undoubtedly made a huge contribution to the prosperity of Riverwood. Whether it's legitimate businesses or shady industries, they all thrive amidst this influx of people.

Even in the relatively safe and bustling eastern district, brothels still retain their vulgar and wild side. After all, their clientele consists mostly of crude adventurers who, rather than pretentious flirting, crave direct physical contact.

On the way to the herbalist's shop, there's always one or two shops with an ambiguous atmosphere, their lights glowing a dim red in the night. Several scantily clad women lean against the doorways, beckoning passing adventurers with lewd words and their voluptuous bodies.

The Kingdom of White Eagle boasts a diverse and complex population, and prides itself on equality among all races. This equality may not be so obvious elsewhere, but it is vividly reflected in the prostitution industry. Elves, Tyflins, humans, dwarves, and even goblins—there is always a race to satisfy your tastes.

A Tiflin prostitute with curved horns grabbed Logan's arm, her breasts about to press against his, but Logan ruthlessly pried her wrists away.

The prostitute from Tiflin winced in pain from the pinch, her lips drooping as she cast a resentful glance. But the next second, she beamed and greeted another adventurer with a lewd grin.

Logan didn't even glance at them.

After all, he was being relentlessly exploited every night by a certain half-elf girl with astonishing stamina. Although he always overwhelmingly dominated in bed, he had already achieved ultimate physical satisfaction.

Compared to the precarious existence he experienced when he first arrived in Riverwood, Logan now enjoys high-quality satisfaction of the three fundamental human desires: appetite, sex, and sleep. He fondly recalls the soft bed in his new home, and it seems everything is steadily progressing in a positive direction.

Even one's own strength is like that.

As Logan walked, a thought flickered in his mind, and semi-transparent text that only he could see appeared before his eyes.

[Name]: Logan [Attributes]:

Strength: 8 (Muscle strength and absolute physical strength)

Agility: 8 (+1) (Neural reaction speed and physical dexterity)

Constitution: 6 (Endurance, Vitality Recovery, and Toxin Resistance)

Intelligence: 6 (Memory, concentration, and logical thinking abilities)

Perception: 6 (+1) (Combat intuition, five senses and danger prediction ability)

Charisma: 6 (Charisma, Intimidation, and Implicit Influence)

【Skill】

Thrust - Blood Hunter (MAX)

Wolf Attack LV2 (28/100)

Parry LV2 (32/100)

Wild Hunt LV1 (5/100)

Specialty

"Windbreaker," "Bloodshed," "Hunter's Instinct," "Special Footwork," "Fight to the Death"

[Protection]

[Wolf God Tarsis] (Declined)

【Shadow and Obsession Goddess - Savira】(Lord of Contracts)

Logan's first focus was on the +1 boost to the Agility and Perception attributes.

This unexpected boost was undoubtedly due to the blessing from Elsa. Logan had vaguely sensed the change in his speed before, but at that time, perhaps because the blessing's power wasn't strong enough, the specific value wasn't directly displayed on the panel.

It now appears that the blessing has resulted in a 1-point increase in value. Considering Elsa's mention of the blessing's ability to mutually enhance each other's strength, perhaps Elsa has gained a lot from her training today.

Thinking of this, Logan couldn't help but smile. After all, Elsa was not only his lover but also a teammate of the [Shadow of the Raven] squad. Specialization is key, and a rogue with divine protection and powerful stealth and assassination skills was extremely important to Logan.

Logan inherently disliked being a lone wolf. Besides finding it hard to bear loneliness, practically speaking, a person's energy and time are ultimately limited.

Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. Logan excels at head-on confrontations and charging into battle. But when it comes to stealth and ambushing from behind, he's far inferior to Elsa.

Even in protecting his teammates and providing long-range firepower suppression, he had to admit that he was not as good as the combination of Ellis and Sylvie.

Perhaps there really are geniuses in the world who excel in all fields, but that's probably not me.

Alternatively, those lone wolves might temporarily team up with other adventurers each time they go on a mission, only to go their separate ways after the mission is over, or even turn against each other.

This may be a way of life, but having no trustworthy people around him and sleeping alone in constant suspicion is not what he wants.

While pondering these thoughts, Logan had already stopped in front of the [Forest Bird Herbal Shop].

Before he could even push the door open, he could vaguely hear the sounds of a heated argument coming from inside.

"Adele, stop being so stubborn! Haven't you caused enough trouble selling those cheap herbs in this wretched town? You should come home with me!"

A superior male voice rang out.

"Go back?" Adele's usually languid voice turned icy. "Go back to be a bargaining chip in your marriage alliance? Velen, aren't you ashamed? Go back and tell that old man that I'd rather die out there than let him have his way!"

"So you don't want to see your mother either?" The man didn't respond to the matter of the arranged marriage, nor did he mention his father. His tone revealed a hint of helplessness and anxiety.

"She'll take care of herself. She's always been a resilient woman, even though she was blind to have ended up with a beast like her father who would sacrifice everything." Adele's tone softened a little, but it still carried a harsh sarcasm.

"Adele! Don't blame your father! You must understand that it was a last resort back then, otherwise..."

""

Logan stood outside the door, stroking his chin. He certainly wanted to listen to satisfy his curiosity, but it would still be too impolite.

So he naturally pushed open the door.

bite-

The wind chimes rang, and inside the door, a man named Tiflin, with dark red skin like Adele, stood in front of the counter with his hands on his hips.

Upon seeing an outsider enter, the man, Tiflin, instantly dropped his previous subservient demeanor and resumed his arrogant posture with his chin slightly raised.

Judging from his javelin-like upright posture and the exquisitely crafted dark blue trench coat, he was definitely a nobleman from a prestigious family, and also had another identity.

Professional.

Logan could tell at a glance that the two were siblings related by blood. They had identical short, upward-curving red horns, identical dark red skin, and even their golden eyes were exactly the same.

Logan ignored the scrutinizing gaze of the Tifting man and walked straight to the counter, nodding to Adele, whose smile had returned.

"I'm here to turn in my quest and buy some potions while I'm at it."

Under Adele's almost murderous, icy gaze, the man, Tiflin, finally let out a cold snort and turned to walk towards the door.

As he brushed past Logan, he paused for a moment, turning back to scrutinize Logan. When his gaze fell upon Logan's cold, handsome face, and he keenly noticed the fleeting strangeness in Adele's eyes, the nobleman's eyes revealed undisguised murderous intent towards Logan.

He then disappeared into the night in Riverwood.

The sound of the wind chimes finally subsided; the annoying man was finally gone. Adele breathed a sigh of relief and leaned softly against the medicine cabinet behind her.

"You heard everything?"

"I heard some of that," Logan nodded. "Like, for example, that you're actually a runaway noblewoman or something."

"Hmm..." Adele nodded slightly, a hint of weariness flashing in her eyes, clearly not wanting to say more about the matter.

"What's wrong?"

Logan leaned on the counter with both hands and looked at Adele with a smile.

"Now that you know such a big secret, Miss, you're not going to kill me tonight to silence me, are you?"

Adele's initially low spirits were largely dispelled by the clumsy words of comfort from the man in front of her.

She came out from backstage and slowly approached Logan.

"Kill you? That would be a waste..."

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In mid-air, the mage's hand once again skillfully locked the door from the inside and drew the curtains.

Adele practically melted into Logan's arms. She tilted her head back, trying to mimic her father's haughty, aristocratic tone from her memories, and breathed softly into Logan's ear.

"How dare you eavesdrop on my family's secrets... You lowly adventurer, I will make you pay a terrible price."

""

Before he could finish speaking, Logan felt a chill on his lower body as his pants were deftly unbuttoned. Immediately afterward, Logan's entire body tensed.

A long, warm, supple tail silently wrapped around the base of his thigh. Its surface, covered in delicate, cool skin, was like a smooth ribbon, slowly coiling around him. The friction between the cold and the heat created a strange yet intense stimulation.

"Now, do you know the price of eavesdropping on noble secrets?"

Her tail began to move slowly and rhythmically, sometimes twisting gently, sometimes sliding softly up and down, and Logan even felt it was a living thing.

The tail tip curled nimbly and trembled slightly, each friction precisely causing Logan to gasp for breath.

Logan's Adam's apple bobbed, and his breathing gradually became heavier.

He looked down at the woman in his arms. Although she still tried to maintain her haughty aristocratic demeanor, her tail was crudely wrapped around him, and the movements were becoming more and more urgent and unrestrained.

"You lowly adventurer..." Adele's voice trembled slightly, yet she still maintained the air of a noblewoman. "This is... the punishment you deserve for offending a nobleman..."

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Logan could no longer contain himself. He grabbed her lower back with one hand, pressing her even closer to him, while using his other hand to deliver the wildest and most vicious counterattack.

Their heavy breathing mingled in the dimly lit room.

The tail moved faster and faster, like a runaway python, tightening itself in extreme friction and coiling. Adele's body trembled incessantly, the base of her tail convulsing slightly.

The water bottle on the table tipped over, and the dripping water made the whole process smoother.

Finally, in a near-suffocating spasm, the strangling vine on the ceiling trembled violently, and powder fell down in a rustling sound.

Logan let out a low growl, his mind clearing. Almost simultaneously, Adele also let out a suppressed scream, and both of them reached their peak in trembling.

Logan remained firmly entangled, unwilling to let go even for a second.

Only the two of them remained in the room, their breathing gradually calming down.

Adele leaned softly against Logan's chest, her tail still gently wrapped around him, rubbing against him with lingering warmth, but soon, her tail was stretched into a huge arc again.

She raised her large, watery eyes, her voice so soft it was almost dripping with warmth.

Adventurer, it seems this little punishment is far from enough.

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