The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

To put it bluntly, it was quite a success.

It left a deep impression on everyone and demonstrated its presence.

As for falling out with certain legends...

That's nothing.

They attacked first, so are they not allowed to retaliate?

Besides, what business is it of Ning Feng if they have a conflict with the Swordholders?

In short, I've successfully kept the pseudonym. As for when I'll use it, we'll see.

"Now that we've successfully completed this task, we can take a break for a while."

Pushing open the door, Ning Feng felt as if he had entered an ordinary little building, simple and plain, with a hint of poverty in it.

The old light fixtures were covered in wax residue, suggesting they had been used repeatedly for a long time.

It makes you feel like you've stepped back into an abandoned building from a hundred years ago.

However, despite the slightly gloomy and musty smell, the room was surprisingly clean, with no dust anywhere.

Ning Feng descended the groaning wooden staircase and arrived at the living room, where he saw Aiger, who had removed his mask and was preparing wine glasses.

The living room, which wasn't very big, was crammed full by a huge dining table, making it difficult to even find a place to stand.

Aiger sat in one of the chairs, looked up and waved to Ning Feng:

"Oh? You're finally out. Come on, have a drink."

Amber-colored, slightly cloudy liquid poured from the oddly shaped bottle, filling two glasses.

Just as Ning Feng was about to refuse, he saw Aiger insert a straw into the wine glass.

"Drink up! What's the point of wearing that tattered crow mask? You even need a straw to drink."

"Give!"

Ning Feng accepted it silently and tilted his head slightly.

Uh……

Although Ning Feng wanted to say that he simply didn't want to drink, he couldn't refuse since Aige was being so considerate.

All I could do was gesture with the straw to find a spot.

Finally, we chose to insert it through the eye area of ​​the raven mask...

嘬！

This scene doesn't resemble a crow drinking wine, but rather a wine glass being turned upside down to suck out brains...

Ning Feng raised an eyebrow as he savored the bitter taste in his mouth.

It wasn't that the ale was particularly good; on the contrary, it was rather hard to drink and had a very cheap feel to it.

It's like a masterpiece brewed secretly by a drunkard who can barely afford to eat but still craves food, using inferior grains.

He had many feelings in his heart, but he didn't say anything and drank all the ale in one gulp.

"Haha, yes, it's always funny to see you guys drinking like this."

Aiger sat back in his chair, raised his glass, tilted his head back, and drank it down in a hearty gulp.

bang.

He slammed the glass down hard, unable to suppress a smile.

"Hahaha, this is so comforting!"

"It's such a pity you left in the end and didn't get to see the expressions on those people's faces; they were so interesting."

Ning Feng gently set down his wine glass and calmly said:

"It's nothing, just a fit of anger and embarrassment. I didn't expect them to do anything exciting."

Seeing Ning Feng's relaxed demeanor, Aiger's smile widened, and he asked:

"Aren't you afraid they'll find you if you provoke them like that?"

Even if Ning Feng demonstrated legendary strength using unknown methods, Aiger knew that it wasn't real after all.

Even if you can hide it for a while, you can't hide it forever.

Even Iger could guess what the future would hold.

Now that Ning Feng has demonstrated legendary strength, any future plans for the sword wielders will certainly be based on legendary standards.

Aiger doesn't think Ning Feng can be lucky enough to continue with this plan forever.

"Let me make this clear first, I won't be doing much for you, but I can help you pass on messages like this today."

As he spoke, Aiger smiled wistfully.

"Haha, it's been so long since I've seen those kinds of expressions on people's faces. It's quite memorable."

Shrugging, Ning Feng extended his hand to him and smiled calmly:

"That's enough."

After taking a deep look, Aiger released his wine glass, rubbed it against his body, and grasped Ning Feng's hand.

"Hehe, I look forward to your future plans."

"Then I'll have to trouble you."

A slight smile played on Ning Feng's lips beneath the mask.

For the sake of the plan?

Not at the moment.

Let them find clues and devise more strategies and plans on their own.

I'm not playing with them anymore!

Time to go home!

---Aside---

To make up for the 600 words I missed yesterday, I'll be updating in three parts today, each with over 2200 words.

Chapter 147 Do Me a Small Favor (Please Subscribe!)

"He won't let this go so easily!"

In the dimly lit room, the legendary figure, whose face was hidden by a hood, angrily pounded on the table.

boom!

"damn it!"

"How dare you play me?!"

The wooden table, adorned with ornate carvings, was slightly dented, and this piece of furniture, a work of art, was now rendered unusable.

"That's really embarrassing. If others saw you like this, they might look down on the legend."

Opposite him, a mirror was shattered into several pieces, one of which lit up.

A pattern that looked like a bat but was far more grotesque appeared, and a mocking voice came from the mirror:

"Um, do I need to kindly remind you?"

"It's not that they're playing you, it's that you wanted to play them, but you ended up being played."

"You'd better not confuse the two concepts; there's a significant difference between them..."

Bang!

"Shut up!"

The wooden table was hit again, and this time it was really close to being scrapped.

"Okay, okay, I'll shut up, hahaha..."

A satisfied laugh rang out; the man with the bat design was in an extremely pleasant mood, and after laughing for a while, he continued:

"Come to think of it, this is really unlike you. Why are you so out of control?"

"So, you were also eyeing that sword before? Surely not. Don't you know your own skill level?"

"Stop lying to yourself, okay?"

The words spoken seemed to express concern, but the sarcasm and mockery in the voice were not concealed at all.

"Humph!"

With a snort of anger, he finally stopped pounding his desk and suppressed his rage.

Without explanation, the mysterious legend showed no signs of losing his composure.

"You don't need to get involved in this. Instead of wasting your time, you should think about what to do next."

"You seem so happy. Do you have high hopes for the Swordsman?"

laugh.

A sneer came from the other side, and Bat immediately replied:

"Yes, I really like him."

"Angels bathed in blood, possessing both beauty and gore, which is quite in line with my aesthetic."

"Could there be a better combination than this!?"

The ecstatic voice rang out, allowing one to imagine the blissful expression on the other person's face as they spoke.

Some of them are chilling.

There's a pervert!

The legendary figure, his cheek twitching slightly, gave a cold snort and said:

"Since you like him so much, then we don't need to discuss it anymore. Let's just give him all your resources."