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Who would have thought that the Torch Keep, which was only passed down by word of mouth among the demons, was hidden near such a prosperous city.

"The Lust Queen was once the consort of Grand Duke Mammon, until Grand Duke Mammon disappointed the King of the Nine Hells in the great rebellion known as Paying the Bill." Yu Mo's words are still fresh in my mind.

"The King of the Nine Hells forcibly separated his daughter and Grand Duke Mammon, but Gracia clearly wasn't prepared to obey her father. The Torch Keep, originally built in Minaunos for her teaching, became their secret meeting place. She delighted in playing forbidden, secret games with her lover."

Hopper recalled Emilia's slightly sarcastic smile when she told this secret.

"The love of Hell is no stronger than the swamps that support Minaunos. Perhaps to curry favor with the King of the Nine Hells, or perhaps simply tired of their centuries-long marriage, Grand Duke Mammon personally denounced Gracia and quickly promoted the silent Gava as his new consort. The Succubus Queen, however, was punished with her father's wrath and the permanent deprivation of her authority over Emberhold. She was forced to watch helplessly as the despised Gava took away her lover, her position, and the Emberhold."

Perhaps to completely isolate herself from the interference of the previous administrators, or perhaps out of her own aesthetic taste, Princess Gava of the third floor redefined the method and path to enter the Torch Keep. Most of the materials needed to open the path can only be purchased at the great market in Minaunos (right under her nose).

Hopper reached a slightly drier slab of stone at the side of the street. Two low-level devils who had been standing on it quickly jumped into the water to make room for her. She fished a crumpled map from the drawstring pouch hanging around her neck. Several boulders extending across the street directly above the stone slab provided a good awning, allowing her to better examine the map.

As a school in hell, Torchhold clearly didn't offer any tips for its students. The pass in his drawstring purse, which Hopper had repeatedly reviewed, simply informed him of the required materials for admission. As for how to prepare them, that was up to him.

Fortunately, Sasino had treated his "daughter," or rather, his investment, well enough; at least he had no intention of wasting her in the sewage of Minaunos. The back of the map Yumo had given him was inscribed in bright red ink with instructions for opening the passage and purchasing the necessary materials.

Hopper squinted to decipher the map's information. Judging from its fragile paper, it must be quite old. Furthermore, the endless expansion and repairs of Minaunos made it tenfold more difficult to decipher.

Finally, the succubus spotted the giant snake statue she had just passed on the map. She fell back to the statue, changed direction, silently counted a hundred steps, turned twice in place, and made a knocking motion in the air.

The air was struck.

The dirty water beneath his feet receded, the awning above his head retracted, and a small house, completely out of place on the third floor of Bartor, squeezed past its stone neighbor and appeared before the demon's eyes. The demons passing by seemed to ignore it.

Hopper pushed the door, which opened easily. Made of fragrant, dry, warm oak, it sat just above her head.

The most eye-catching thing in the room was a huge fireplace that almost took up an entire wall. A large pot was placed inside, emitting a warm and provocative smell.

"A succubus, what do you want? A love potion? A sleepy coffee? Or a potion of infatuated nonsense that will make you still love me when you wake up?"

A voice came from deep behind the counter. Hopper looked in the direction of the sound and saw only a small tuft of vermilion hair and two shiny bronze wing studs.

With the sound of flapping wings, a small figure, only one-third the height of the succubus, flew out from behind the counter and landed on it.

He was a half-blood dwarf, his beard meticulously trimmed, neatly tied inside a leather apron stained with medicinal soup, and the hair standing up on his shiny scalp resembled a rooster's comb in both color and shape.

"Neither. I'm here to find the first bittersweet tears shed by a poor mother after giving birth to a posthumous child." Hopper walked into the house, leaving wet muddy footprints on the dry floor.

The dwarf raised an eyebrow, and the rag on the counter flew over, wiping the succubus's feet and the muddy floor. Then he flew to the bucket in the corner to wash and wring it out, and finally hung himself on the fireplace grate to dry.

"A bucket of diluted succubus footprint." The dwarf glanced at the bucket. "It can be sold at a nearby tavern for three coppers a cup."

"What kind of creature would buy this?" Hopper asked puzzled.

"A superstitious barbarian, a low-level devil who has never come into contact with a lust demon in his life, and a foolish alchemist who is short of money and cannot buy the blood of a lust demon." The dwarf nodded seriously, his cockscomb-like hair shaking up and down, making him look more like a big-headed rooster.

"Let me introduce myself. As you can see, my father is an unknown devil, and my mother is a priest who died of shame for giving birth to me. As for me, I am a pretty good alchemist." The dwarf said, "You can call me the rogue Ferrin, the somewhat great Valentine, or just Cockscomb."

"Let's get back to the point. I haven't been able to stock what you want in years," Filin said, spreading his hands. "Raw materials like this, imbued with complex emotions, are always rare. Furthermore, they only have a very small number of uses, so the supply is limited."

Author's words: It's over, I fell asleep last night, I will try to add one chapter today as compensation

Chapter 31: The Dwarf and Cambion

"But since you can find this place, it means a regular customer introduced it. The great Valentine never refuses regular customers." The dwarf opened his arms, and the succubus understood and hugged him, feeling like hugging a crudely made big-headed doll.

"I can go look for some for you over there with my colleagues, there should be some left." The dwarf patted Hopper's waist a little anxiously. When he broke away from the hug, he took a deep breath and looked suffocated.

"What are the conditions?" The Lust Demon didn't believe that he would lay out all these things just to collect a few copper coins.

"Well... I'm just an ordinary alchemist. I can't seek revenge after being humiliated." The dwarf scratched his thick beard. "Some bastard has subjected me, my shop, and my reputation to unacceptable humiliation."

"If you can make him look bad in public, I'll help you find a solution."

"You'd better tell me your name first. If it was the great Astimos who humiliated you, would I still be able to kill him in the Ninth Hell?" The succubus maintained basic vigilance. The dwarfs' minds were smaller than their stature. Who knew what they were thinking in their petty minds?

"How is that possible, my dear lady? If I let you take the risk, I will be skinned alive," the dwarf shouted exaggeratedly, and while explaining anxiously, he flapped his arms and legs, looking like a rooster that saw an earthworm.

"The man who humiliated me is called Old Reuben, a Cambion broker. He brags outside the slave market every day with his wife in his arms."

The Devil thought for a moment and nodded.

"As long as it's within my capabilities, no problem, I'll help you solve it."

The slave trade in Minaunos wasn't as well-known as its soul trade, or more accurately, notorious. However, its slave market was equally astonishingly large, where you could buy almost any common or uncommon slave. The most valuable ones were kept in a dome-shaped greenhouse in the center of the market, and only customers with invitations could enter to choose.

Old Reuben clearly didn't have the qualifications; he couldn't even enter the lowest level goblin area. He and his fellow Cambion set up a table under a large shed, providing a simple way to make a living for deserters, poor barbarians, and other unfortunate people who had wandered there.

Hopper had thought it would take a while to find him, but in fact, she spotted him almost immediately after following the gnome's instructions and walking near the market.

It wasn't just because of his eye-catching long silver hair, but also because he was different from other brokers. There was a very hot tiefling sitting on his lap and feeding him fruit.

Hopper looked at his target from outside the crowd. He seemed to enjoy the attention focused on him and his wife. He was well-dressed, with a sleek silver mustache and a lace-trimmed open-collar shirt that looked like it was worth a fortune.

"SigNoriNa, Miss." Old Reuben noticed the succubus outside the crowd, pushed away the tiefling on his body, and shouted loudly, "Are you here to see Old Reuben?"

He stood up, straightened his wrinkled shirt, twirled the tips of his beard, and made an elaborate bow, his eyes never leaving the demon for a second.

"Are you old Reuben?" Hopper confirmed finally.

"Yes, it's me, the genuine, honest, hospitable old Reuben," Cambion said in surprise. "Have you heard of my name? May I ask your name, young lady?"

"You don't need to know my name. You only need to know that I am here to take revenge on your behalf, and your reputation will be ruined after our duel." The succubus walked through the crowd, and the crowd surrounding old Reuben automatically dispersed, looking at the two demons in the circle with interest.

Old Reuben's smile froze on his face, but he then regained his composure.

"Since it's a request from a beautiful lady, a good person like me can't refuse it."

"But swords have no eyes. I would be very sad if I scratched your beautiful face. Why don't we make a pact not to make each other bleed or use magic on each other?" He spoke righteously as if he was really considering the lust demon.

Hopper surveyed the crowd, noticing the tiefling looking at old Reuben with worry in his eyes, and nodded. If the guards were drawn in, a bloodless duel wouldn't result in severe punishment.

"If you lose to me, you'll have to walk around the slave market on all fours," Hopper added.

"Of course, of course. As long as it's your order, I'm willing to do it even if I win." Old Reuben licked his lips. "If you lose, I just ask for a good night."

The Devil agreed without hesitation, she knew there was no way she could lose.

The succubus and Cambion walked back to back for thirty feet. The moment the tiefling, who had been temporarily brought in as referee, shouted "Start," the succubus leaped into the air.

Hopper looked down at old Reuben, who stood still, his black eyes full of amusement.

The devil with black wings swooped down like a peregrine falcon spotting a rabbit, and used gravity to kick Cambion in the neck.

Old Reuben waited at his ease. He had never fought a succubus before, but that didn't mean he didn't know their strengths. These black reapers specialized in using mental magic to disrupt their foes before delivering a fatal blow. He was confident that even if the succubus broke ranks, he wouldn't be affected.

With a thud, Cambion's leather wings quickly spread out to block the swift kick. Before he could react, Hopper used the force of his wings to twist his waist in mid-air and delivered another kick, striking directly at the base of his wing.

Cambion took several steps back in the muddy water, shaking his wings to ease the pain. The playfulness on his face turned gloomy, and this time he didn't wait for the demon to attack. Instead, he flapped his wings rapidly and pounced on the demon in mid-air.

Hopper turned slightly and dodged the powerful grab, but she ignored the hidden cunning of Cambion. The moment Cambion passed her, he suddenly swung his tail and hit her thigh hard.

The demon groaned, its body unconsciously tilted towards Cambion. Old Reuben, however, managed to roll in mid-air, grabbing Hopper's slender ankle and climbing up like a monkey climbing a tree.

Oh no, he's a fighter. The succubus felt bitter. A close combat with a fighter would be terrible. She didn't attempt to resist, simply folding her wings and slamming down to the ground with Cambion.

They weren't flying high, and before Cambion could even flap his wings, he was dragged down rapidly by the weight of the two men. Without hesitation, he kicked the succubus in the waist, and the two demons separated in an extremely unsightly manner and fell into the muddy water.

"I underestimated you, little girl." Cambion took off his mud-soaked embroidered shirt, revealing a thin and strong body. Reuben pulled out his belt and wrapped it around his right hand several times, making a simple whip.

Hopper shook his wings to shake off the mud and water, and said nothing to the naked Cambion. He just untied his corset and twisted the wet hem.

"This won't make you bleed, but don't say I'm not following the rules." Cambion swung the whip, making the air crackle, licking his lips as he looked at the slender body under the demon's robe.

Hopper glanced at the tiefling referee next to him. She looked at her husband with a dazed look in her eyes and almost hummed softly. It seemed that the belt impressed her.

The succubus's eyes lit up, as if a spark had ignited behind her pupils. She could capture every emotion present: bitter hatred, lemon-like jealousy, and fiery excitement. The succubus seized the source of excitement and channeled her magic like a tidal wave towards her target.

Cambion noticed the eyes of the succubus, but his brain did not feel any pressure. The fighters' will was not so easily broken by mental magic, so let her suffer.

Author's Note: A chapter of self-punishment.

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ps:

It turns out that goblins and subclasses cannot be connected...

Chapter 32 Crown

The whip grazed her face like a venomous snake, and Hopper fell back, almost bending his waist, dodging the attack.

The lust demon took advantage of the situation and did a backflip, kicking Cambion in the chin. He groaned, took several steps back, and spat out a mouthful of blood foam.

Hopper looked at him coldly, his breathing a little rapid, and there were several purple whip marks on his body.

"Come again!" Reuben roared, wading over like a ghost, and his whip was faster than he was.

The fire in Hopper's eyes grew even stronger. This was her first battle as a newborn, and after adapting, she had figured out Cambion's tactics. It was time to end it.

First, a whip came at his face. The demon turned with the smallest movement, and the whip grazed his nose.

Then, using the whip as a cover for a feint, her left hand aimed for the abdomen. The demon reached out to meet the blow, seizing the fist that was a full circle larger than her own. She felt a surge of immense power, but this was far from the demon's limit.

Ruben, who was used to the succubus dodging, was surprised to find that the opponent had changed his strategy. The power from his left fist was beyond his expectations.

Cambion quickly changed his moves, suddenly releasing the force of his left fist while quickly hooking back with his right arm, trying to grab Hopper's neck.

The demon was waiting for him to strike back. Feeling Reuben's left fist withdraw, Hopper pushed forward, squatting down like a close-knit dance. She wrapped her arms around Cambion's waist, then gave a powerful kick, flipping in the air and sending Reuben tumbling backwards into the muddy water.

The Cambion fighter tried to fight back, but his face-down position made it impossible for him to exert any force. The muddy water that suddenly poured into his nostrils made it impossible for him to concentrate, and he finally felt fear.

The succubus rode directly on his back, and the huge force released by his slender arms pressed Cambion's head firmly into the mud and water until Cambion's struggle became weaker and weaker.

Hopper stood up, holding Reuben, who was either dead or unconscious, in one hand, and kneed him in the stomach. Cambion vomited, limp and unable to resist.

The semi-conscious Cambion felt cold all over, and could only vaguely hear the laughter and boos from all the creatures around him. Until he heard a sudden scream.

"Honey, are you okay?"

Ah, at least you're here. Cambion recognized his wife's voice and managed to raise his head to watch her jogging towards him.

But what shocked him was that the tiefling didn't even look at him. Instead, he caressed the bruises on the succubus's arm with a look of heartache, and surrounded the succubus with admiration, asking about his well-being.

"You used magic to control her!" His voice was like the hissing of a snake.

"I didn't use any magic on you, did I? Don't say I'm not following the rules." The demon smiled at him and repeated the words back to him.

"My dear, do you want to plead for your husband?" The succubus turned her head and asked the tiefling who was almost clinging to her with ill intention.

"He's just a shameful loser and is no longer my husband. I am willing to submit to you," Tiefling said eagerly. Even Hopper couldn't tell whether the other party's enthusiasm was affected by the spell or the unique high-speed face-changing ability of the residents of Hell.

The succubus released the semi-conscious Cambion, touched the tiefling who was a head shorter than him, smiled sweetly at her, then grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and threw her into the sewage amid cheers.

"You're also a shameful loser, half-blood trash."

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"Perfect!" the dwarf praised excitedly as he handed Hopper a cup of steaming herbal tea. "What a pity I wasn't there. Old Reuben is so embarrassed now."

The succubus sat lazily, poured some tea into the saucer, took a sip, and almost spit it out.

"This stuff tastes worse than the muddy water on the street." The demon took a look at the cup, which contained a bunch of seed shells with ghost faces and a few tiny red leaves.

"The infusion of the Ghost Orchid Calyx and Secret Blood Grass, after boiling, is the best choice for relieving fatigue." The dwarf also sat down and took a sip. The bitterness twisted his face, and he hurriedly said, "It just tastes a bit bad."

"Although I've already taken care of it for you, I'm still very curious," Hopper said calmly, putting down the saucer, "How did he offend you?"

"Oh, he calls me little rooster." The dwarf nodded and put down the cup.

"But didn't you ask me to call you Cockscomb?"

"Cockscomb and cockerel are two completely different words!"

Hopper rolled her eyes, not bothering to care about the dwarf's peculiar choice of words.

The succubus was somewhat surprised when she reached out and took a wooden box as big as her head from the alchemist. She thought there wouldn't be so many tears. Could it be that the box contained the tears of some giant?

She opened the lid of the box under the dwarf's expectant gaze. The surface was a pad less than a finger deep, on which lay small test tubes the size of a fingertip, sealed with wax, with only a shallow amount of liquid at the bottom.

Hopper looked at the dwarf questioningly, and he gestured to continue.

The succubus removed the pad and test tube, and a wooden crown was placed upright in the wooden box.

She reached out and took out the crown. It was plain and low-key, and not made of any precious wood. It was carved into the shape of a wreath, and the faded silver wire embedded in the wood reflected the firelight from the fireplace, emitting an ancient and hazy light.

"It's a practice piece from my youth," the alchemist rubbed his hands. "It doesn't have any magical powers; it's just a decoration."

"I've never seen jewelry made by the Stone Tribe before," the succubus gestured with the tiara. It was probably custom-made for a dwarf, and it was slightly larger than the succubus's head. "How much is this?"

"I'm not just a descendant of the Stone Clan, I also have half the blood of Hell in my body." The dwarf also came over and looked at the crown with satisfaction. "Consider it part of the reward. After all, you paid for the tears, and I don't like to owe others favors."

The demon put on the crown, and the gray veil hanging from the crown just covered her face. As the dwarf said, it had no magical fluctuations, just a piece of jewelry made with relatively fine craftsmanship.