Mythical Creatures Strategy Guide

Chapter 106 Sneak Attack! (Originally Chapter 104)

Chu Sheng pushed open the door to the room, took off his coat, and casually draped it over the back of the chair.

The manor's rooms were more luxurious than anywhere else he had ever stayed, in both worlds.

The room was on the north side of the castle, with windows facing the grasslands outside the city. Moonlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the room as if it were daytime.

The sheets were silk, and the pillows were embroidered with winged winged horses. On the bedside table sat a magic lamp and a basket of toiletries, with a glass of warm water thoughtfully placed beside it.

Chu Sheng sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at his hands.

[Saint Grandson] has already lost its effectiveness. This was the first time he activated this skill; it was powerful, but also very short-lived.

From the moment he pretended to be dead on the ground to activate his skill, only five or six minutes had passed until he killed Sister Yu and Snake Hair. This was Chu Sheng's current limit.

We need to find a way to improve ourselves; we can't always rely on the [Saint Grandson] to turn the tide. The probability of triggering options as a Tier 1 [Player] is too low, and there are still a lot of mythical creatures in the strategy guide that we haven't collected yet.

Thinking of this, Chu Sheng pulled out the strategy manual that was burning hot from his chest.

Tonight is going to be a huge success!

The pages continued to turn on their own, even without wind, quickly flipping through the pages of the low-level monsters that had been physically exorcised. The pages continued to turn until they stopped near the middle.

"Rank A 007 [Succubus], Demon species, collected, progress 100%"

"Strategy Reward: A-level skill [So Cool], greatly increases your attractiveness to the opposite sex, and reduces the damage dealt to you by the opposite sex by 10%."

Sister Yu, I love you!

"Rank B 006 [Gorgon], Cursed species, collected, progress 100%"

"Strategy Reward: B-rank skill [Resist Stones], greatly enhancing your Monet skills."

Useless snake!

Strategy Guide: Who can outdo you in defying the odds!

He was about to flip through the pages to see how far Arthur's affection level had progressed.

Just then, a soft footstep sound came from the doorway.

Chu Sheng quickly stuffed the strategy guide into his arms and stood up from the bedside.

No, it's not the doorway, it's the balcony!

His room was on the north side of the castle, and outside the balcony was a castle wall tens of meters high, which was impossible for ordinary people to climb up from!

But for those high-level superhumans, this height is no different from climbing stairs.

Who is it? Amber Heard? Or Arthur?

The footsteps were as light as a kitten pattering on the grass, deliberately kept quiet.

Then it stopped right outside the French windows of the balcony.

Chu Sheng stared uneasily at the floor-to-ceiling window. The curtains were drawn, and the glass had a frosted texture. He could see a figure reflected in the moonlight, tall and voluptuous.

The shadow raised its hand and gently tapped on the glass window.

"Chu Sheng, are you asleep?"

It's Mrs. Mira's voice!!!

But unlike the dignified and serious tone he had used in the hall earlier, this voice carried a hint of languor and allure.

"My lord?" Chu Sheng's heart began to race. He walked to the window. "Is there anything else this late?"

A soft laugh came from outside the window.

"There's something I'd like to discuss with you in person," Mrs. Mira's tone suddenly turned serious. "The details of the cooperation regarding the Sacred Tree Free Trade Market, and some findings from tonight's attack—I think it's best to tell you now."

Chu Sheng hesitated for a moment; to be honest, he didn't really want to open the door.

Just seeing that stunningly curved shadow outside the glass made his blood boil, and his mind was filled with the scene of Amber Mei's beating, and the image of her bending over by the lake earlier.

Holy crap, what's going on?

Chu Sheng watched helplessly as his hand moved on its own, decisively opening the French windows.

Then he saw the abyss!

Mira von Whitehorse stood in the moonlight, within reach, but she was no longer wearing that dignified and conservative cashmere cardigan and long skirt.

What Chu Sheng didn't know was that this outfit was specially chosen by Mrs. Mira tonight. She tried on seven or eight outfits in front of the mirror in the secret room before finally choosing this one.

It's not because this set is the best looking, but because this set is the easiest to take off.

Chu Sheng tried to back away, but he found himself completely unable to move.

He was fully conscious, but he couldn't even bend his fingers. Fortunately, he could breathe, blink, and speak.

"You—" Chu Sheng stared at Mrs. Mira.

"Don't be afraid," Mrs. Mira whispered, taking a step forward and placing her bare feet on the floor.

"It's just a small restriction." Mrs. Mira stopped in front of Chu Sheng, her slender fingers landing on his cheek.

She carried a faint, fresh scent after her bath. Her index finger slid down to Chu Sheng's chin, and her thumb gently caressed his lips, as if she were touching a precious treasure.

"You know what?" Mrs. Mira murmured to herself, "I have a lot of your videos. I know what you look like when you smile, when you frown, when you look comfortable."

Her fingers continued to slide down.

"I have many more statues of you," she said, then suddenly laughed. "But how can a statue compare to the real person?"

Holy crap, when did this woman start targeting me?

I had no idea who she was before!

Didn't Arthur say she only liked looking at young men who were pleasing to the eye? Didn't she say she had never found someone she liked?

So what's wrong with me?

Mrs. Mira could feel Chu Sheng's quickened heartbeat through his shirt.

"Chu Sheng." She looked up. "Tonight I watched you from below the castle, and you smiled when you looked at me."

"I—" Chu Sheng wanted to say something, but his mind was a jumbled mess.

He wanted to say, "You've misunderstood, that I was just expressing my heartfelt admiration for the strong," but what came out of his mouth was, "What the hell do you want?"

Mrs. Mira was taken aback.

"What do I want to do?" She lowered her head, bringing her lips close to Chu Sheng's ear, her warm breath brushing against his ear. "There are too many things I want to do."

She pushed hard.

Chu Sheng fell backward, unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as the ceiling receded further and further away from him before his back slammed into the soft silk sheets.

Just then, a white dove flew into the room, its large wings covering the soft, seductive music.

"Hey, get out of the way."

Chu Sheng looked up and tried to shoo them away. But the white doves seemed not to understand human speech, darting left and right, blocking the view completely.

"What's wrong with you, you bird?" Chu Sheng roared, grabbing a slipper and throwing it at him. "You're blocking the view! What are other people supposed to see?! How can you be so selfish!"

The white doves continued their relentless pursuit, relentlessly blocking out the spring light within the room.

"Damn it, don't the audience's money matter?" Chu was furious. "If you don't watch, others will. Get out of here!"

The white dove stopped, stood on the roof beam, and tilted its head to look at Chu Sheng.

Chu Sheng felt its face was full of mockery, as if to say, "What can you do to me?"

"Sigh." Chu Sheng sighed, tears streaming down his face. "I've let down my patrons, I've let down my audience!"

In this situation, he was overcome with sorrow and said, "In the late spring month, I shut myself in and pondered deeply, and with painstaking effort, I completed a remarkable volume of writing."

The novel depicts the emotions of young lovers, sometimes with the clouds and rain of Chu, sometimes with peonies shrouded in mist. Although it touches on the erotic and seductive, it is in fact based on genuine feelings.

Once the manuscript was completed, I thought it could be shared with fellow enthusiasts and offer some solace in this fleeting life.

Just as they were about to set out the net, several crows suddenly appeared, carrying sand and flapping their wings. They circled the beam three times, cawing and cawing. Their cries were like those of an owl, and their tongues like those of a poisonous bird. Finally, they carried the document and flew straight to the courtyard of the white doves.

The white dove is an inspector, known for his iron-fisted nature; upon hearing the crow's cry, he immediately issues a decree.

In an instant, all the exquisite writings were locked away in an empty box; the vibrant colors of spring were imprisoned in the darkness.

The peaches and plums in the garden were meant to be shared with all the guests, but alas, slander arrived first, and the pigeons were suddenly banned, so their beauty was wasted, falling without a trace.

I stared at the screen, heartbroken and burning with remorse. The countless hopes and dreams that had been dashed had vanished; I was drenched in sweat with shame, and felt utterly ashamed to stand before the world.

Alas! It's not that I don't want to share the beauty of spring, but circumstances prevent me from doing so.

I hate the crow's slander, more poisonous than a viper; I grieve for the white dove's command, more solemn than frost and snow.

The beautiful scenery may be gone forever; though the colorful paintings remain, the joy of the past cannot be relived.

On a quiet night, I reflect on my actions, realizing I have failed all my good friends, leaving me only with a heart full of resentment, which I swallow in silence with the waning moon.

The article is sealed, and spring has come to an end. I have failed my readers; my shame is boundless!

"What a beautiful poem!" After a long while, Miraf slowly raised her head.

Chu Sheng felt his heart jolt violently, and a golden light began to spread from his heart, spreading along his blood vessels and meridians to his limbs and bones.

The [Saint Grandson] skill has been triggered again!

He moved his finger; he could move it now!

[Saint Sun] freed him from Mrs. Mira's oppression!

Lady Mira is at level six, and so is he. The Warden's ability instantly became ineffective!

Mrs. Mira clearly noticed this as well; she frowned slightly, as if she wanted to try again.

But the next second, Chu Sheng sprang up from the bed like an angry leopard.

He grabbed the lord's shoulder and abruptly threw her off him.

Chu Sheng turned the tables and became the landlord, grabbing her by the back of the neck with one hand and raising the other hand high.

The crisp sound of a slap echoed in the room!

"Damn it!" Chu Sheng gritted his teeth and slapped the other side again.

Chu Sheng slapped him while cursing, "You think you can hit me just because you're stronger than me? You're so angry and cold-blooded, when will we ever be able to stand up again!"

After he finished speaking, he slapped her again, getting angrier with each slap, and the angrier he got, the more he slapped her.

However, as the fight progressed, Chu Sheng suddenly realized that something was wrong.

She did not resist and slowly turned her head away.

"You—you haven't eaten?" Her voice was hoarse. "Embrace!"

Arthur lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Moonlight streamed through the gauze curtains, casting dappled silver spots on the ceiling. She stared at those spots for a long time, counting them from left to right and back again.

She turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

Mrs. Mira

That woman is acting strangely.

Arthur rolled over and pulled the blanket up to his chin.

The more she thought about it, the more agitated she became, so she simply sat up, and her ahoge (cowlick) slowly spun around on her head.

No, I have to go check it out!

It's one thing for Amber to steal the base, but what right does a newcomer like you have to steal it!

She threw back the covers, got out of bed, walked barefoot to the door, and picked up the outer robe hanging on the clothes rack.

She draped her outer robe over her shoulders, tied the sash in a loose knot, and then pushed open the door.

The corridor was quiet. The magic lights on the walls had been dimmed, leaving only a few nightlights casting a dim, yellowish glow.

She walked barefoot on the expensive carpet, her soles sinking into the soft wool.

Arthur stopped halfway through her journey because she suddenly realized something.

Why did she go looking for Chu Sheng in the middle of the night? And what would she say once she found him?

She said she felt there was something wrong with Mrs. Mira? She said she couldn't sleep and wanted to talk to him? She said, "Your suite is quite big, let me see!"

Never mind, at least we need to confirm whether their little flowers have been ravaged by other sluts!

Just then, she heard a sound.

A very soft sound came from the end of the corridor. The sound was muffled, like someone tapping something, with a fast rhythm, one tap after another.

Arthur's first reaction was that Chu Sheng was slapping himself, but she dismissed the idea the next second.

Chu Sheng is not a fool.

She approached the door silently, her voice growing clearer.

A crisp striking sound was followed by a voice. The voice was hoarse, as if it were being made with a blanket covering the mouth.

It's the Lord's voice!

Arthur's ahoge (cowlick) stood up instantly!

Sima's philandering cat!

She slammed the door open with a single blow, shattering the heavy, carved wooden door and leaving a handprint. The lock flew off and bounced several times on the floor.

Then she saw the scene in the room.

On the bed, Chu Sheng's hand was raised in mid-air, poised to slap someone.

Chu Sheng shuddered, slowly turned his head, and met Arthur's gaze at the door.

His expression changed from anger to shock, from shock to panic, and from panic to peace.

The lord, who was hitting someone, also raised his head.

"Why did you stop?" She groggily reached behind her, trying to grab Chu Sheng's arm. "Keep going."