Chapter 73 Chapter 73 Jinzhan Palace.
The kiss was still a little awkward, and there was an inexplicable irritation in it. The hot tip of the tongue pressed against the lips, sweeping back and forth eagerly, and then licking every nook and cranny.
Su Cheng found it a bit amusing, so she also put her arms around the back of his neck, rubbed his beautiful golden curly hair soothingly, and gently sucked on his lips.
She gently bit the man's lower lip and heard a muffled groan from deep in his throat. "...Seriously, are you really over a thousand years old?"
Why do I feel like a teenager?
As their lips and tongues intertwined, the surging magic power began to converge.
Su Cheng felt a familiar warmth that went down his throat, into his chest and spread to his limbs.
Unlike an elemental mage, this magic power is like boiling blood, hot and crazy, burning violently in the body.
She casually tore open the man's half-open robe, the winding gold and silver threads gleamed under the light, and the crisp shirt wrapped around his powerful muscles.
"...Who said I'm over a thousand years old?" Camus said gravely. "I'm not."
Su Cheng felt the strong heartbeat and couldn't help but squeeze it twice more, "Okay, if it's not true, then it's not true—"
She thought about it and found it amusing. She tilted her head and looked at the door behind her. "I didn't expect you to like this kind of fun."
Camus looked down at her, and there seemed to be a hint of helplessness in his cold, steel-blue eyes.
His hot big hand slid down the spine and landed on the back where the curse mark was, pausing for a moment.
"...Do you feel anything with your curse seal?"
"No," Su Cheng shrugged. "Absolutely not. Besides, I just had an attack not long ago, so it wouldn't happen that quickly. This time, there's no power from any god—"
The soft laces fell apart due to friction, and the expensive silk fabric piled up like water, flowing across the arms and being hooked by silver threads and buttons, raising a rolling ripple in the air.
Su Cheng reached out to lock the door, and the sweat from his palm fell on the silver door handle.
The warmth of the metal seeped into the gaps between my fingers. The intricately crafted handle had intricate patterns and raised reliefs that looked like some kind of mysterious runes.
Her fingertips brushed against the lines on the top of the handle, the spiral grooves were sharp and angular, and the hot metal continued to heat up.
There was an exquisite flower emblem cast in the middle of the door knocker, which was faintly raised from the bottom and touched the soft fingertips, causing a slight sting.
Her nails lightly traced the edge of the emblem and landed on the metal ring below, with the base of her finger completely touching it.
The handle began to tremble and crackle, as if some mechanism had been triggered.
The silver-cast metal door handle was completely hot, and tiny water droplets seeped out of the grooves between the lines. It was unclear whether it was condensed moisture or the thin sweat on her palm.
The delicately carved textures were rubbed smooth and moist, and the shiny water marks reflected the chaotic scene in the room.
"Hmm... I'm not very good at this."
Su Cheng said uncertainly, "Besides, I didn't wash—"
The other guy obviously didn't care.
The door handle she was holding turned slightly, the metal edge trembled in her palm, the ring squeezed open the gaps between her fingers and pressed against the soft base of her fingers.
The raised flower emblem scraped the soft flesh at the base of the palm, leaving tiny red marks.
The man in front of her grabbed her wrist, pulled it to his mouth and bit it lightly, his teeth grinding against the girl's delicate finger bones.
Su Cheng's other hand was still holding the door handle. Her elbow hit the door panel, causing the handle to shake and hit her palm at an increasingly faster frequency.
The spiral patterns on the door were like a merciless capstan, crushing and colliding with the soft flesh of the curled fingertips, and the relief on it seemed to be melting.
Click, click, click——
The circular flange on the metal base dug into her fingers.
Magical power also continued to flow into the body, washing the chest blood vessels from above. Each impact on the heart was heavier than the previous one, and a continuous numbness ran through the spine.
Sweat dripped from her wrist bones, onto the hot silver surface, and then onto the thick embroidered carpet.
Her toes curled convulsively, her calves trembled slightly, and her taut muscles formed sharp arcs.
The blond man let go of her arm with one hand and held her waist tightly with the other.
The girl leaned her back against the door, her palms pressed against the man's strong chest, stroking his hard muscles along the crumpled and torn shirt fabric.
Wherever their skin touched, magical power began to flow into their bodies through their flesh and bones.
The scorching magic power surged in, vibrating every nerve and blood vessel.
That kind of crazy, violent, flaming magic power burned and flickered in the chest, and it was like countless tongues of fire licking the abdomen.
Su Cheng tilted his head back and pressed it against the door panel.
The creaking of the door frame mixed with suppressed voices, echoing in the silent room like some kind of secret ensemble.
"Is there enough magic power now?"
After a while, the blood mage's low voice sounded in her ears.
Su Cheng took a breath and leaned on his shoulder, "Almost."
After saying that, she tilted her head and bit his neck provocatively, "But you don't seem to be able to finish it yet?"
Camus narrowed his eyes at her, "You don't seem to want me to end it either? You're still biting me—"
“…Is there?”
"have."
"Pfft," Su Cheng couldn't help but laugh when he heard the slightly dull sound, "Hahahaha, let's continue--"
The real teaching begins after some time.
Although I was praised for my talent by professionals, the process was not smooth sailing and there was almost no progress in the first few hours.
It was not until nightfall that Su Cheng finally got a clue.
She had expected to be roundly criticized, but Camus made no comment from beginning to end.
He watched in silence except to tell her what to do.
Whether she failed or succeeded, he said absolutely nothing.
Su Cheng actually likes this model very much.
In order to help her better understand this kind of magic, Camus had to cram some blood magic knowledge into her.
By the next night, Su Cheng was able to use it.
"...I'm a little curious, can other people also absorb other people's magic power in this way?"
"Most of the time, no, but this curse has changed your physique," Camus said. "Otherwise, if you were a normal human, you probably wouldn't be able to do it."
"Oh right," Su Cheng suddenly thought of something else, "Does Vanessa have a house nearby? Or does she only live in the Ring of Silent territory?"
"...Yes, but I don't know the exact address." Camus glanced at her. "I don't know her at all. Do you remember her?"
"I remember, but I need to make more preparations." Su Cheng leaned close to his ear and whispered a few words.
Camus listened silently, then turned his head to look at her, "You don't need to say that, I can hear it too—"
Su Cheng puffed up his cheeks and said, "I just want a sense of ceremony."
The blood mage stared at her calmly for a few seconds, then suddenly came closer.
The man supported his hand on her side, leaned over and whispered in her ear: "If it was me who needed help, would you go to such great lengths?"
His broad shoulders cast a large shadow, and his blue eyes, which always carried a cold and inhuman look, had a gray tint in the backlight.
Su Cheng nodded without hesitation, "Yes. You have helped me a lot, and besides, aren't you also helping the leader?"
Camus: “…”
There was a hint of subtle frustration in his eyes, and he stood up and left.
In his spare time between exercising and attending classes, Su Cheng couldn't help but flip through the books he bought.
Her mind was filled with blood magic, runes, and spells. If she hadn't needed to conserve her energy for the mission, she probably wouldn't have gone to sleep.
"It's a blessing in disguise."
Before leaving for the mission, Camus helped her complete her disguise and commented, "Most members of the Silent Circle are like this all the time."
Su Cheng wasn't sure if he was mocking him.
"Be careful."
Kai patted her head and said, "Do what you can. Even if you have nothing, as long as you come back safely, that's enough."
Su Cheng nodded silently, "I will do my best to help you."
Sasha reached out and adjusted her collar. "It's normal. Magicians are all like this—"
Su Cheng silently dodged his hand, "You're making things more and more messy!"
Camus tossed her a black iron ring engraved with two entwined snakes. "A token of the Ring of the Silent."
"Which finger do you wear it on?"
"casual."
"...I mean, which finger did Vanessa wear it on before?"
"I've never seen her, how would I know?"
Su Cheng shook his head speechlessly, put on a low-key dark suit and a hat, and went out.
The deep tolling of the evening bell echoed in the square.
On the high ground in the distance, the outline of a magnificent building can be vaguely seen, with the palace complex of the Vatican Temple on one side and the Imperial Palace on the other facing each other in the distance.
The imperial capital is extremely large, and these things are too far away to be seen clearly in the night.
Su Cheng walked through the bustling commercial street and passed the towering opera house. In front of the building that was as magnificent as a palace, various luxurious carriages were parked, and exquisitely dressed men and women came in one after another.
Between the theater and the jewelry store next door, there is a slightly narrower path surrounded by a high gray stone wall covered with vines.
In the middle of the high wall, there is a golden-green vine, glowing slightly in the moonlight.
Su Cheng took out the invitation and stuck it on the cane.
The vines moved.
They twitched like a group of snakes, slowly retreating to the sides, revealing a wall hidden within, with a beautiful crystal arch embedded in the wall.
Golden runes were spinning on thousands of prism-shaped crystal blocks, and in the empty space in the center of the door, a line of gold-plated text slowly emerged.
That was a welcome speech in Elvish.
She took a deep breath and stepped forward into the archway.
The scene before my eyes suddenly changed.
She saw a suspended octagonal stone platform, surrounded by the empty blue-purple starry sky, as if she was in the universe.
In the center of the stone platform stood a stone statue, which looked like a human body, holding gold coins in one hand and books in the other.
However, the head was a strange snake head.
Suddenly, the snake head spoke.
"I have no arms or legs, yet I restrain the Emperor. I am voiceless, yet I destroy kingdoms. The poor fear me, the rich even more. What am I?"
Su Cheng: “…”
Camus never mentioned this part!
Is it because I trust myself too much?
Su Cheng: "Time?"
The snakehead was silent for a few seconds, "Not quite right."
Su Cheng let out a breath.
She had thought of many scenarios where the mission might fail, but none of them included being unable to get started due to poor guessing skills.
Su Cheng blinked and looked at the pile of gold coins in the statue's hand.
Su Cheng: "...debt."
"correct."
The stone statue silently shattered into dust, and the starry sky was torn apart by an invisible force.
She stood in an empty corridor, the towering dome covered with oil murals.
The content of the mural is also very strange.
A very busy port, with bright blue sky and blue sea, and a fleet of ships transporting cargo parked at the dock.
——Usually these murals are about mythological stories, not city landscapes like this.
At the end of the corridor stood two waiters, one male and one female, both of whom were straight-legged and dressed in luxurious clothes.
The man handed her an exquisite half mask and said, "Welcome to the Golden Marigold Palace. I wish you a pleasant evening."
Su Cheng took the mask and walked inside.
The main hall inside was elegantly decorated. Guests gathered in groups of three or four and talked, their voices varying in volume, and everyone seemed very casual.
Unlike the eerie and gorgeous gathering she had imagined, this place was more like an afternoon tea restaurant. The moonlight outside the window fell on the carpet and illuminated the dishes on the long table.
On either side of the banquet hall, there were more rooms, the corridors shrouded in shadows and difficult to see clearly. She took a few steps and heard the conversations of the people around her. Most of them were trading various magical materials and bargaining.
Su Cheng wanted to walk around when he suddenly heard an explosion coming from the corridor on the left side of the banquet hall.
The ground shook slightly, and the guests around turned their heads, but after taking a look, they gave up and turned back to continue talking about business.
Occasionally someone came up to talk to her, and when Su Cheng told them Kahn's last name, they didn't say anything more.
It seemed as if he thought she was of little value.
She walked around the hall and was impressed by a dish of cold shrimp. The jelly had a soft texture like jelly, sprinkled with bright chili rings and golden red soup.
Su Cheng couldn't help but eat a whole plate.
This action was not conspicuous. Although many people were talking about business, she was definitely not the only one eating.
"Oh, Miss Vanessa—"
Some people knew her or had heard of her.
When they heard her last name and looked at the double snake ring on her hand, they called out the name accurately.
"I thought you wouldn't be interested in such a banquet."
"I really don't like parties."
Su Cheng swallowed the last bite and whispered, "But this may have the materials I want. I need some uncontaminated shadow moss to complete the magic array—"
"Aha, are you also researching strange magic arrays? Let me guess, the shadow moss can act as a catalyst, guiding the circulation within the magic array. The most famous sensory stripping magic array among similar products is like this!"
The man said excitedly, "I believe you have some experience in this area. Mr. Rocky of the Ring of Silence is an extremely skilled master of magic arrays..."
Su Cheng nodded slowly. "Indeed, the effects of the Shadow Moss cannot be removed by conventional light-based sacred arts because it damages the 'interface' between the senses and the soul. However, the effectiveness depends more on the purity of the catalyst..."
She had just seen some relevant knowledge in a book and it was still fresh in her memory, so she couldn't help but start chatting with the other party.
Although I only have a superficial understanding of many things, it is not difficult to pretend to be knowledgeable in a chat.
At least judging from the other party's reaction, it seems that there is no big problem with her performance.
What's more, that person seemed to be showing off intentionally, so she just listened to him bragging calmly, and gave him a few words of praise from time to time, which made that person become more and more proud.
After a while, the man saw other acquaintances and left her to say hello.
Su Cheng silently turned to the corridor on the right.
The lighting here was dimmer than in the main hall, and the candlesticks on the wall burned with a dark purple flame, stretching the human figures into distorted shapes.
On one side of the corridor is a floor-to-ceiling window, and outside is the dome of the opera house and a square bustling with traffic.
On the other side were tightly closed carved wooden doors, each engraved with different emblems, including chains, flowers, swords, books, and other patterns.
Most of the doors were tightly shut, but one door had a crack.
Su Cheng instinctively looked inside.
As a result, the gap gradually became larger, and the door seemed to open by itself, revealing an ambiguous crimson candlelight.
She heard low chuckles and gasps, and the rustling of fabric and leather.
Su Cheng only saw overlapping figures, and there were more than two of them, so he immediately quickened his pace.
She couldn't see the entire building of the Golden Marigold Palace from the outside because the building was hidden with special magic and was hidden behind the opera house.
But now it seems that this place is extremely large. The circular corridors are connected to each other, but after walking for a long time, I still haven't returned to the previous banquet hall.
After a while, she found another open door.
Inside was an elegantly decorated lounge, heavily scented with perfume and a hint of the sweetness left by the evaporation of alcohol.
The light was slightly dim, and everyone's outline was covered with an ambiguous soft focus, as if they were in a psychedelic dream.
Several young nobles were sitting on a curved sofa. They were all wearing luxurious clothes and priceless jewelry that sparkled in the light.
These nobles were surrounding one person like stars surrounding the moon, trying their best to joke and please him, and even presenting him with gifts.
Everyone seemed to want to please him.
The man was sitting lazily in the middle, his black hair falling around his legs like a waterfall, shining like silk, like waves covered in misty moonlight at midnight.
His skin was so white that it was almost transparent, and the pale blue veins on the sides of his neck could be seen. His loose shirt had a few buttons open, revealing his sharply defined collarbone.
Maybe it’s because he’s wearing a mask, or maybe it’s because he doesn’t care about being recognized.
The behavior of these nobles could not be described as decent.
They were like a group of hungry beasts chasing a piece of meat, crowding around and trying to get closer to the man in the middle. Some of them even breathed more heavily.
——There wasn't even any skin contact.
Their eyes just met for a moment, and someone couldn't help but show an ugly expression.
A man wearing a clown mask squatted in front of the black-haired man and handed over the check.
The man nodded slightly and tossed a small box to her.
They were obviously doing some kind of business.
The clown opened the box, but was not satisfied with it. After laughing sweetly, he wanted to touch the man's knee.
Then his wrist was stepped on.
The clown groaned, revealing an expression of pain and happiness, and even lowered his head to lick the shiny leather boots.
The black-haired man didn't look at the person at his feet, but just looked towards the door with interest.
At the same time, he raised his legs precisely to avoid the noble's touch.
Su Cheng: “?”
Among all the masked people in the room, only the black-haired man's face was not covered.
Su Cheng saw his appearance clearly.
Then her whole body was about to break apart.
"ah."
The black-haired man smiled and met her gaze.
He held a wine glass in one hand, with golden-green liquid swaying in it. "Would you like to come in and sit down?"
Su Cheng: “…………”
She couldn't believe that she could actually see the God of Lust here!
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