Starting with the goblin extermination

Her mouth was small, but her tiny tongue, like a snake's forked tongue, was very agile. When she kissed him, it would repeatedly touch between Logan's lips, like a young animal searching for milk.

A glistening trail trickled down her cheeks, staining the black robe draped over her shoulders. Only when Logan gently pushed her shoulder away did she seem to suddenly wake up, her head bowed, looking incredibly docile, a stark contrast to the demure Tifflin she had just been.

What am I doing?!

The hidden anger gradually dissipated, like a spoiled child who had their beloved toy taken away but received sweet candy in return. The immense joy filled the void in their heart, but then, the remaining gaps were filled with nervous shyness.

Despite savoring the taste of what she had longed for, Adele slowly took a half-step back. Before, while she felt sweetness, her heart would never have pounded so violently, like a runaway hammer. For the first time in her life, she was grateful for her dark red complexion, which made the flush from her rising body temperature less noticeable.

Shyness—this wasn't an emotion she should possess. She had once been a black-robed apprentice of the Crimson Order, the daughter of a noble duke, a bronze-level adventurer accustomed to life and death, and in the future, she might even become the proxy of the Chaos Witch, Diskerdia!

She should have been in charge of all of this.

But her tail betrayed her.

Logan's thigh was tightly wrapped by the tail. Who would have thought that after Tifflin became shy, the tail would be so strong? Logan had to tense his muscles to resist it, but the python-like long tail still inevitably left deep marks on Logan's leg.

"hiss......"

Its tail suddenly retracted.

Adele's eyes revealed undisguised concern. She couldn't help but step forward, placing her small hand on the marks. The next moment, she was about to chant a spell to release a [Basic Healing Spell].

"Hmm!"

The incantation was firmly stuck in her throat. Adele took a slight step back, but Logan forcefully turned her around and pinned her against the cabinet behind her.

There was no way to retreat.

Logan wouldn't let her back down any longer. He moved closer, feeling Adele's exotic pointed ears, the gentle breeze from the swaying earrings, and her burning, dark red skin.

For Logan, Adele always held a special significance. The loss of loved ones, the awakening of past life memories, leaving his hometown for a completely unfamiliar town, that feeling of rootlessness always left him feeling lost and disoriented in the dead of night.

When he first arrived in Riverwood, his memories of struggling alone in a big city in his previous life would unconsciously overlap with his current situation.

Loneliness, loneliness like duckweed.

It's always both familiar and strange.

Before he met Elsa, if the three dwarves, Thorin, and his companions, made Logan feel the warmth of friendship, then Adele made him feel the unique comfort that women offer.

Whether it was lust at first sight or ulterior motives, the fact that a beautiful woman was always thinking of him behind his adventures and even providing him with material support certainly warmed Logan's lonely heart.

Looking back, Adele always took the initiative, always in a superior position. She enjoyed teasing, enjoyed seeing her own face stiffen, enjoyed gently brushing her cheek with her hand, and enjoying her tail brushing against her thigh.

But now...

Adele kept her lips tightly closed, her eyes darting left and right, unable to look Logan in the eye. He could vaguely see a brighter rose hue rising on her dark red skin; though not obvious, the burning sensation did not lie.

Swish!

The black robe with gold trim is equipped with the most basic magic spell, "Cleansing." When worn, it automatically cleanses the wearer of stains and dust, while the robe itself remains spotless.

Even if it falls to the ground, the same applies.

"Adele".

"Hmm..." Her hands gripped the edge of the cabinet tightly, her thick eyelashes trembling, and she rarely showed a look of helplessness.

"I want you," he whispered in her ear as he guided her soft palm into his.

Tiflin sighed softly, finding it hard to believe.

The two faced each other in silence, their heavy breathing filling the herbal shop. Suddenly, their lips intertwined, their lips pressed together. The strangler vine hanging from the ceiling shook violently, and specks of powder fell from its winding surface, carrying a sweet and herbal scent.

Her calves were thin and long, and the moment Logan grabbed them, her obsidian-like toes curled inwards tightly, her pleading breath falling into the air.

Logan is going crazy.

......

The cabinet trembled violently and continuously, but fortunately it was large enough to be firmly against the solid wall, preventing it from collapsing. However, the herbs inside the cabinet inevitably spilled out slowly from the shaken drawers, one after the other, bringing with them bits of grass that drifted down from above their heads.

Thirty-two years, thirty-two years of her life, an unprecedented and novel experience. This reminded her of the ferocious bear she faced when she was a bronze-level adventurer. At that time, she was amazed by the monster's rapid and fierce attacks, just like now.

How could this happen...?

She felt ashamed of the suppressed sound in her throat, yet found it unbearable.

Just then—

dong dong dong.

Suddenly, a clear knock came from outside the door.

"Is anyone home? Why are you closing so early?"

A female adventurer's voice came from outside.

Adele's eyes widened instantly.

The cabinet paused slightly, but then shook more violently and even made a more obvious noise.

A thin layer of sweat rose on her dark red skin, and fragrant herbal leaves slowly fell onto her hair, adorning her beautiful face. Her shimmering golden eyes, however, held a barely suppressed, almost collapsing intensity.

"Is anyone even here?!"

The knocking came again.

The cabinet continued to tremble, maintaining a peculiar rhythm.

at last.

The person outside waited for a moment, then left grumbling.

Soon, a sharp whimper escaped from between her closed fingers.

A water bottle on the table next to him was knocked over, and warm water flowed quietly down the edge of the table, forming a small, crystal-clear puddle on the floor, which splashed onto Logan's shoes.

The cabinet did not stop, and the strangler vines hanging overhead continued to sway violently in rhythm.

......

The battle lasted for an unknown period of time.

Above their heads, several drawers had popped open completely. Looking up, they could vaguely see green grass blades peeking out from the edges of the drawers, as if they were secretly watching them.

What's even more striking is the surface of the cabinet.

The hardwood medicine cabinet was covered in scratches, with many new claw marks on its dark gray surface. The perpetrator was brandishing her weapon, leaning softly against Logan's chest, her muscular chest swaying.

She didn't want to move at all, like a completely tamed little animal.

"You...you're so mean."

Logan kissed her sweaty forehead.

"Who locked the door first?"

Adele gave a soft hum, buried her face in his chest, and said nothing more.

But that tail quietly wrapped itself around Logan's thigh.

Now, we should know the secret of the scroll.