Chapter 259: Irene's Thanks (Are You Sure It's Not a Request?)

The aftermath of the battle gradually subsided, and Wang Feng raised his hand to release a soft healing light.

The super-level healing magic "Divine Blessing?" turned into countless points of light and slowly merged into the scarred body of the red dragon.

The wounds deep enough to see the bones healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the fallen dragon scales grew back.

Thank you, human.

The deep dragon language echoed directly in Wang Feng's mind, carrying the unique spiritual fluctuations of the ancient red dragon clan.

"You're welcome," Wang Feng put away his magic. "I'm doing this at Irene's request. Although the altar has been destroyed, it will probably take a long time for the Dragon Valley to recover."

When Irene was mentioned, Chilong's expression softened noticeably: "Please tell her that Dragon Valley is severely damaged and will be unable to provide her with any assistance for the next few decades."

Wang Feng raised his eyebrows - wow, it turns out that Irene and the Red Dragon Emperor really had a private transaction!

"I will definitely bring it to you." Wang Feng waved his hand and took Qinglong back to the contract space.

Then he gathered the power of chaos in his right fist, and violently blasted open a crack in space, then stepped in with ease.

…

"Why haven't you come back yet? Could something have happened?" Lingling rested her head on Shanda's soft fur, her little hand unconsciously grabbing a handful of wolf hair.

The silver wolf grinned, but considerately didn't move.

Apas sat back against a rock, idly playing with a strand of hair. "Worrying about that disaster? I'd rather worry about whether the sun will rise from the west tomorrow."

She curled her lips and said, "I'm afraid there's no one in this world who can kill that guy yet—"

“Crack!”

A spatial crack opened up in front of them without warning.

Wang Feng walked out leisurely, without even a wrinkle on his robe.

"Who was cursing me just now?" He glanced at the two of them with a half-smile.

Apas immediately turned away: "Who, who has the time for that?"

Lingling rushed forward: "Are you okay? Should we go deeper?"

"It's time to call it a day." Wang Feng pinched her nose. "The Scarlet Messenger and the Messenger of Corruption have been completely destroyed. The crisis in Dragon Valley is over."

Looking at the girl's wide-open almond eyes, he chuckled, "I told you it was a piece of cake."

Following a whistle, Setsu leaned down in tacit understanding.

Wang Feng lifted the two girls onto the wolf's back, and walked in front leisurely.

…

The sun sets outside Dragon Valley.

"Your Excellency, please return to your residence and rest." A British royal mage said respectfully, "If they come out, I will notify you immediately."

Irene lowered her eyes and nodded slowly.

Just as she was about to get up, there was a sudden movement at the entrance of Dragon Valley.

The group of mages guarding the door instantly entered combat mode. Each of them was surging with magical energy and condensed with various magical lights, ready to launch an attack at any time.

"Don't be nervous, it's us."

Wang Feng was the first to step out of the Dragon Valley and raised his hand to block the dazzling magical light.

Behind him, Lingling rubbed her sleepy eyes and climbed up from Setsuna's back, while Apas brushed the dust off her skirt with a look of disgust.

"Wang Feng!" Irene stepped forward quickly, her golden eyes filled with concern. "What's the situation? Are you all okay?"

Wang Feng glanced at the mages standing ready and waiting: "Do you want to talk about this here?"

Irene finally realized her mistake and with a light cough, she regained her Duke's elegance. "Sorry, I was abrupt."

She turned to Lingling and Apas and said with a smile, "Please follow me. I've prepared a place for you to rest."

…

Following Irene to her other manor, it was much simpler than the main manor.

In the center of the small garden stands a white villa, which is obviously used as a temporary resting place.

Although it is small in scale, it has all the necessary servants such as butlers and maids, and the interior decoration maintains the usual exquisiteness of the Victorian family.

In the private meeting room, Irene personally poured a cup of Darjeeling black tea for Wang Feng.

"What's the situation in Dragon Valley?" she asked softly, worry in her golden eyes.

Wang Feng took a sip of tea and said, "It's the scarlet corruption of the dark plane that's causing this."

"Dark plane?!" The teaspoon in Irene's hand fell onto the porcelain plate with a clang.

"Don't worry," Wang Feng put down his teacup. "The Red Dragon is safe and sound, and I've eliminated the source of the Crimson Corruption. Dragon Valley will recover in time."

He paused, "By the way, Chilong asked me to tell you—"

[Dragon Nest is severely damaged and may not be able to provide you with assistance for the next few decades.]

Hearing this, Irene's tense shoulders visibly relaxed.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and her golden eyes looked directly at Wang Feng: "This favor is too great. Tell me, what do you want? The Victoria family will meet any of your requirements."

Wang Feng stroked the new stubble on his chin and suddenly smiled: "What if I said I wanted you?"

Irene's golden eyes widened slightly, revealing surprise, and then she smiled brightly.

She stood up gracefully, and the hem of her dress swirled in a beautiful arc on the carpet.

"You want me?" Her voice was as deep and sweet as a cello.

Wang Feng met her gaze calmly: "A beautiful and noble woman like Miss Irene, any normal man would be moved. Of course, if you..."

His words suddenly froze.

Irene's slender fingers were slowly untying the pearl belt around her waist, and her Victorian dress was sliding to the ground like water.

The morning light shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows, gilding her perfect curves.

"Eileen?" Wang Feng's pupils shrank slightly as he felt the sudden soft touch.

She sat astride his legs, her arms wrapped around his neck like a water snake.

"Do you think I'm frivolous?" The warm breath carried the unique bergamot aroma of Darjeeling black tea.

"That's not the case." Wang Feng's Adam's apple rolled, and he glanced at the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Although aware of the confidentiality of the one-way glass, the gardener's figure pruning the shrubs can still be clearly seen - the thrill of being discovered at any time makes the air become hot.

"Actually," Erin suddenly smiled the same rebellious smile she had during the treasure hunt, her golden eyes gleaming with mischief, "I've wanted to do this for a long time."

Wang Feng understood instantly.

The Grand Duke of the Victoria family is enjoying the pleasure of violating his family teachings, just like when he indulged himself in the treasure hunt.

"Until this morning," she leaned over and whispered in his ear, her hair falling on his neck, "I didn't find a man who could share this feeling."

This isn't a hint anymore, is it?

Wang Feng chuckled and raised his hand to brush her scattered golden hair: "I hope you won't regret it."

"I, Eileen, will never regret anything I have done."

Irene gently stroked Wang Feng's cheek and smiled, "Wang Feng, please...give me an heir to the Victoria family~"

"As you wish!"

Wang Feng kissed Irene's bright red lips.

The last of the covering fell to the ground, and the two figures gradually merged in the morning light.

(End of this chapter)