The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

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Ha ha.

She turned her gaze away and focused her attention back on the lab table.

It's almost there, but where exactly is the ratio wrong?

"Ok?"

With a slight movement of her eyes, Xilin suddenly froze.

"You succeeded?"

Hearing Xilin's voice, Jiang Wan, who had regained her composure, came over and looked at her from left to right, but still couldn't figure it out.

"Do not……"

With her notebook and pen at hand, Shirin's expression turned serious, and she said in a deep voice:

"The restrictions I set up in my home have been triggered."

Family.

For Shirin now, there is only one place.

Jiang Wan: !

Chapter 549 Who are you?

In a secluded clearing in the dense forest on the outskirts of Bincheng, where outsiders cannot find, a tombstone stands quietly.

The morning dew condensed on the tombstone, dripping down in glistening droplets that, under the sunlight, looked as if they were shedding tears.

Time slows down here, as if it has stopped in the past.

The tombstone that Ning Feng erected himself marks the burial place of his family members whom he could not save.

This place is a forbidden zone in his heart, but also a haven for his soul.

Except for a very, very small number of people, no one has the right to touch it.

In fact, he didn't even tell Yan Rulong, let alone Xilin and Jiang Wan!

Ning Feng didn't want anyone else to touch it, and he didn't want it to become a handle for his enemies to use against him, so he hid it away.

With Shirin's help and the strong support of a legendary alchemist, this place was transformed into a secret realm.

This power is absolutely beyond the reach of ordinary people in society, and is completely unnecessary, but Shirin still did her best to achieve it.

It wasn't just because of Ning Feng's idea; after all, the couple buried here were also her other parents.

It can be said that, apart from knowing how to enter, only those with sufficiently great power can force their way in.

This protection can be described as foolproof.

But sometimes, that's not always the case.

After all, even the strongest fortress will eventually collapse.

Kakaka...

An ominous sound echoed through the woods, shattering the tranquility of the place.

card!

After a few breaths of mournful wailing, the restriction set up by Shirin shattered with a final, sorrowful cry.

"Is this the place?"

Two figures, one tall and one short, who showed no signs of being extraordinary beings, strode through the advancement area as if they had just done something casually.

They didn't take it to heart at all and continued talking.

"After taking a look, it's a pity it's not here. I originally thought that with so many restrictions here, there must be something important hidden, but it seems that I still haven't been able to find it."

Tsk.

The slightly taller, burly man smacked his lips, spat to the side, and impatiently rubbed his neck.

"This guy is a disgusting kobold!"

Beside him, the bespectacled figure shook his head, offering a reminder:

"Watch your words. We are in the human world now, and you shouldn't use language that could reveal our identity."

"Furthermore, your statement just now was a contemptuous act against the kobold race, which is strictly prohibited in our alliance."

laugh.

"Why should I care about them?! What's there to worry about!"

With a disdainful chuckle, the burly man completely ignored his companion's opinion and instead asked:

"I'm just asking you, will you report me?"

"Hehe, that's not the case."

"That settles it! Anyway, there are no outsiders here. Besides, I heard that the kobold saints are all dead, so what do you have to worry about?"

The burly man casually shook his neck and said nonchalantly:

"Besides, don't even think about using Alliance rules to pressure me. That piece of crap is just for fooling the underlings."

"Heh, to put it bluntly! It's uncertain whether there will be an alliance in the future! What's the point of caring about that stuff?"

He made outrageous remarks about the once supreme rules of the Alliance, but his companions simply listened with smiles throughout, without trying to stop him.

Only after the burly man had vented his anger did he slowly speak, saying:

"Let's say less. At least for now, the alliance still has a reason to exist."

Pooh.

"Stop pretending with me! How much of what you said actually you believe? If you really thought it was necessary, you wouldn't be here with me right now!"

The burly man looked at the bespectacled middle-aged man and smiled knowingly:

Honorary Vice President of the Alchemy Association.

The bespectacled middle-aged man sighed, shook his head, and decided not to bother with this stubborn man anymore. He sighed again:

"I shouldn't have gotten up with you. You really are a brainless idiot."

Why would I team up with an idiot whose brain is all muscles?

Seriously, I'm speechless...

"Haha, what's there to care about? There's no one here anyway! Besides, we'll all be returning to our tribe after this mission, won't we?"

"Could it be that you're reluctant to give up your current life?"

Ignoring the other person's provocative winks and shrugged, the middle-aged man readily admitted:

"why not?"

“I am four hundred years old. I have spent most of my life in the human world and have provided information to my people for four hundred years.”

Four hundred years.

Not four years, not forty years, but a full four hundred years.

"Sometimes I forget whether I am a pawn rooted here or a native human being."

The burly man wiped the mocking smile from his face, frowned, and said in a deep voice:

"But you still came."

"Yes, I'm here."

As he spoke, he took off his glasses and rubbed the corners of his eyes. He then removed the contact lenses he was using to disguise his eyes, revealing a pair of oily green eyes.

Its gaze, colder than that of a human and almost like that of a wild beast, stared at the burly man.

“I came here for the glory of my people, not to waste my time with you. You’re a legend, don’t act like a thug and annoy me.”

A cold gaze swept over his neck until he shifted his hips uncomfortably, at which point the bespectacled middle-aged man looked away.

"This guy is hiding too well; we can't find his usual whereabouts at all."

"Of course, that's only natural. How could the Watchers let such a perfect container run around like this? What if something goes wrong? Wouldn't that be a huge loss?"

After coughing twice, the burly man asked:

"Ahem... So what do we do now? Keep searching?"

Shaking his head, the middle-aged man glanced at the bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone, his expression meaningful.

"Once this restriction is lifted, the caster will naturally notice it, and if he cares, he will most likely come to check it out himself."

"By then, should we capture the caster as a hostage or kill them outright...? Who will it be!?"

The two of them turned sharply to look outside the barrier, but there was no trace there.

illusion?

No, that's not right!

Hello everyone.

A figure wearing a white hood suddenly appeared behind them and affectionately put his arm around their shoulders.

What do you want to do?

"Could you tell me about it?"