I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

"You can't overwork yourself."

Solitaire greeted her with a smile—then her smile faded.

She wasn't very good at getting along with Mahathir.

This great demon, recorded in history, also vanished into the distance, into the vast expanse of white snow.

She left.

Although it was tough and dangerous, she had to deal with a certain man.

She recalled what the demon prophets had told her from who-knows-how-long ago—that Fingal would appear in the Holy City a thousand years from now.

"That man who played me for a fool and then disappeared..."

"Should we find some help? Honestly... humanity's holy city is really dangerous."

The great demon sighed; she had no interest in direct combat.

The desire to kill Fingel is not only for the future of the demon race, but also... to avenge past humiliations.

Thinking about this made Solitaire inexplicably annoyed.

"How on earth did they do that? Dragging my consciousness into a strange space and subjecting me to those boring human training activities to humiliate me..."

"Damn it... I must kill him."

Solitaire preached.

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[Royal Capital]

Let's turn our attention back to Fingel, who knows nothing about this.

Compared to the heavy snowfall in the north, the south is warm and spring-like, with birds singing and flowers blooming.

After entering the city, Fingel and Haita separated.

Haita had something to take care of, and he himself needed to buy a gift to apologize to a certain female elf, and also deliver gifts to Philon and Haita.

He realized something... he didn't seem to have any money? Or rather, the gold and silver coins he carried weren't many, and might not be enough.

So he went to the downtown area and, using fantasy magic, shamelessly and immorally stole things... You have money? So you'd like to borrow it?

Promoting economic circulation is one aspect of this.

"Is this the capital of the Southern Kingdom? It's better than the capital of the North."

Fingel, a lord of the North, was somewhat envious.

The cobblestone streets meandered, with long ropes tied to the sloping roofs of the wooden houses on both sides, laden with clothes. Vendors' carts crowded the roadside, hawking steaming honey bread and newly forged sickles from blacksmiths, and a priest offering prayers...

This is a bustling medieval town.

He bought the 'herbs' that Frillian wanted, ogre teeth—to be honest, Fingel didn't understand what this thing was for; in modern times, he would definitely think it was nonsense.

But this is another world, so making herbs seems quite reasonable.

Haita said that buying two bottles of good wine would be enough. This guy was addicted to alcohol. Even though he was old and his health was failing, he still drank heavily and used the saying "alcohol is the best medicine" to fool children.

As for Philon.....

Fingel hesitated for a moment. Most women like new clothes, and children do too.

"A custom tailor shop... how about this one?"

This tailor shop is located on the corner of a cobblestone street, with ivy climbing its red brick exterior and gilded bells and a dark blue curtain embroidered with the family crest hanging on its oak door frame.

It looks like a bespoke shop for the nobility.

Fingel pushed open the door and was greeted by the fresh scent of fabric.

"no one there?"

He looked down and saw a little girl with green hair under the counter, seemingly puzzled as she cut around with scissors.

She was small, looking like a second or third grader, but her face was very cute, with an oval shape. She was sure to be one of the most beautiful people in the city in the future.

He was quite confident in his ability to see a woman's future.

that is...

Fingel muttered, "Is it really okay for someone so young to have such dead fish eyes?"

"Little friend... are you the shop owner's child? I'd like to order two pieces of clothing, but I don't know if you're here?"

The little girl looked up and saw the young man who had barged in... and couldn't help but have this thought.

'It looks kind of nice.'

Her name is Yubel.

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Author's Note: Damn... I think I might have caught something, or what? Anyway, I accidentally caught it and I'm feeling incredibly weak. I've been writing this on and off for several hours now... Anyway, guys, I might not be able to reach 4,000 words tomorrow, I'm so sorry.

Brothers, be careful not to get sick. I recently saw a new trending topic...

Ou Yasimi, brothers, thank you for your support.

Chapter 102: Spanking

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"Huh? Your eyes are golden, that's really strange... and they're the color of gold." Yubel found it quite novel.

"And it was a bright, golden color."

As she spoke, she held up a pair of scissors and gestured at him, as if she could take his eyes out.

Someone felt a little annoyed. Are kids these days so arrogant?

"Hey kid, don't answer questions with questions... Give me the scissors!" Fingel said tactfully, snatching the scissors from Yubel's body. "I'm not giving you these scissors."

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Why did you take my scissors?

Yubel frowned; this was one of her favorite toys.

What an annoying guy.

That's what she was thinking.

"Don't let kids use dangerous items! Or I'll beat you into fasting." Fingel chuckled twice and looked the scissors up and down.

It was probably for his parents' work, right?

Putting aside these medieval-themed fantasy worlds, it seems that parents don't value their children enough—or rather, they raise them in a more rough and unrefined way.

"Tch...boring adult." Yubel flicked his green bangs, his tone laced with disdain. "Give it back to me now, or I'll call the guards."

She scratched her long green hair with her little finger as she spoke to the guests with great interest:

"Forget about trying to lecture me... You don't want to get caught by the guards, do you?"

"It would be best if you obediently handed it over to me, okay?"

?

That brat.

Are you threatening me?

Fingel's temples throbbed with rage. Damn... these kids these days are really arrogant.

She must be punished.

"Guards? What are guards? You could have the king arrest me and I wouldn't give a damn..." Fingel crossed his arms, a malicious smile on his face. "You brat, looks like I need to teach you some manners."

"What do you want to do?"

Seeing the strange man's malicious expression, the girl Yubel became wary, and her eyes filled with a cold-blooded murderous intent that a child shouldn't have.

Could he be one of those... perverts who're interested in children? It feels kind of dangerous. Should I run away?

She instinctively tried to dodge, but someone's large hand had already reached out.

"Come here you go!"

! !

Fingel tried to grab Yubel, but he almost dodged it. The child was surprisingly agile, or perhaps it was just his nature, but he almost missed.

So, in a very unethical manner, he used a time field on the child.

Four times the speed!

Fingel's movements were so fast that they were impossible to see or even react to.

'So fast! '

Yubel was startled. Perhaps because she was born with good physical qualities, she had been physically superior to ordinary people since childhood, and she was also very agile. Even the guards could not catch her.

When she came to her senses, she had been grabbed like a kitten by a strange man, who had pressed her against the table by the back of her neck.

With his head facing inward and his body facing outward, he looked quite disheveled.

'Oops!'

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Yubel's forehead; it seemed he had slightly offended someone he shouldn't have.

"You're quite agile...you must be giving your family a real headache," Fingel said, poking his cheek with his tongue with a mischievous grin. "But I'm still a cut above the rest, don't you think?"

"I advise you not to scream, okay? Believe me or not, I'll shove a sock in your mouth."

...

'Disgusting'

At this moment, Yubel displayed a composure far beyond that of a child, neither crying nor making a fuss, but instead questioning Fingel in an attempt to defuse the crisis.

"What do you want to do? Are you really the kind of pervert who's interested in children? I advise you to calm down a bit."

"This is a serious crime; if caught by the guards, you will be sentenced to death."

If an ordinary person heard this, they might panic, especially a lolicon would break out in a cold sweat, but he didn't care.

Finger has always been a staunch admirer of good-looking, beautiful adult women.

"Huh? You little brat... no figure, no fasting, no face, I'm not a lolicon." Fingel said unhappily, fanning his face as if to show disgust. "Even I have the right to choose, right? Even if your parents sent you here to be a child bride, I wouldn't agree."

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silence.

The little girl trembled, then stared at Fingel with even colder eyes.

"I'll kill you, you say?"

Although I don't understand what "lolicon" means, it doesn't sound like a nice thing.

Most importantly... Am I ugly? This was the first time the little girl had heard such a comment. From childhood to adulthood, her neighbors had always praised her for being pretty. As for her figure, she was still a child!

"Come on, come on, okay, kill me!"

Fingel chuckled; teasing the child seemed more interesting than he had expected.

He stretched his neck next to the little girl, his expression and words extremely provocative, like... Tom the cat provoking a mouse.

The girl is highly skeptical of what you say.

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