Chapter 58 Black-on-Black Storm
As soon as he finished speaking, Budney actually got up and turned around to set up a barrier at the entrance.
It appears to be to prevent the invasion of demonized non-biological creatures from the outside, but in reality, it is to guard against the escape of the prey inside.
Suddenly, a dragon's roar erupted from within the cracked door, deafeningly loud. The heavy, deep sound shattered many bricks and stones, falling incessantly like an unclean rain.
Some of them hit Reinhardt's barrier and bounced off cleanly.
Reinhardt remained calm, even as the commotion inside intensified, with deafening dragon roars echoing throughout. His gaze remained fixed on his companions, keeping him vigilant.
In his clear view, none of the rest of the team was in a hurry to go in. They were more interested in the treasure before them than their temporary teammates who were fighting the dragon inside.
This place must be the dragon's lair, the ground is covered with countless gold coins, jewels and all kinds of strange treasures.
The undulating Jinshan Mountain shimmers with golden light, reflecting an exceptionally brilliant brilliance when illuminated.
If it weren't for the pervasive evil mist in the air being so potent, Reinhardt would probably have been completely exposed by the brilliant golden light.
As expected of a pioneer in amassing wealth, Reinhardt watched them excitedly plunge into the mountain of gold, like children frolicking in the snow, turning over and over with great enthusiasm.
Then, huge amounts of gold and treasure were collected into their spatial bags. Reinhardt heard someone ask, "I didn't see the Demon Eye. It should be on the dragon, right?"
The captain, who was busy collecting the treasure, said, "All living things in this area have died, and the dragon's aura has become corrupted. It is very likely that it has been parasitized by the Demon Eye."
As they were talking, another loud commotion came from inside!
The dragon's roar caused mountains to crumble and the earth to split; the space they were in trembled several times.
One of the teammates who nearly fell was shocked.
"It's not over yet? He's actually quite skilled, managing to last this long."
Another person couldn't help but ask, "Should we continue? Isn't this enough?"
"That's the Eye of the Devil!" the captain snapped. "If we can get our hands on that treasure, we'll be set for life!"
"But what if..."
"Let's wait a little longer." Budney, who was guarding the entrance, also stuffed in a lot of treasure. He said, "Byrne's strength is indeed quite good. Maybe we won't need to run this time."
Reinhardt, with a sudden inspiration, roughly grasped the ins and outs of the matter.
This should be the 'double-cross' that Buster mentioned.
Using their knowledge of the dragon's location, they repeatedly gained the trust of other adventurers, luring them to the mountain and then determining the depth of their exploration based on their strength.
Perhaps they had never truly ventured deep into the castle before. This time, with Buster leading the way, they were able to infiltrate the castle so easily and successfully collect their valuables.
Right now, they just want to wait for Buster's battle to end before going in to clean up the mess and reap the benefits.
Did Buster already know this, which is why he remained wary of these people throughout the journey? Reinhardt thought that, as a bandit leader, he was probably more sensitive to those with ulterior motives.
Looking back, I realize I used to think Budney was a good person...
The treasure on the ground was gradually cleared away through their tireless efforts, and the commotion inside the door gradually intensified.
After Budney had eaten his fill of money, he remembered that he still had one prey to catch, so he turned on his fluorite lamp with the widest range of illumination and searched for Reinhardt's figure.
The barrier remained untouched, and he was certain that Reinhardt was still there.
"Your brother is probably in grave danger now."
Reinhardt knew that he was being deliberately provoked into making a sound in order to locate him. So he remained obediently in the aircraft, making no move whatsoever.
Budney had anticipated that Reinhardt wouldn't be so easily fooled, and he was just the right person to be patient.
Pretending to be human, Budney used the beastman's night vision to carefully search for Reinhardt's figure, his beast eyes glowing faintly in the darkness.
He didn't forget to continue throwing out bait: "You might not believe it, Hart, but I'm really doing this for your own good. You know, no two brothers ever get so close as to kiss."
Unfortunately, the evil fog was too powerful. Even with exceptional night vision, they couldn't penetrate the fog to find the handsome guy.
He had to continue persuading you: "If you are brothers, he is committing a crime and bullying you! Normal brothers with blood ties wouldn't do anything that crosses the line! He's clearly taking advantage of your ignorance and your dependence on him!"
His companion was still whistling, making a lewd joke: "These two brothers might have made love. They were kissing right in front of me just now."
Strangely, the atmosphere suddenly became awkward after those words were spoken. Budney, in particular, felt a strange, inexplicable thrill stirring within him.
His first thought was that Reinhard probably didn't understand; that naive and innocent young man, like a blank sheet of paper, most likely wouldn't comprehend this word, which was brimming with lust.
Budney suddenly had a strong urge to instill some filth into the brain of this idiot... no, it should be said that he was a well-protected blind man.
Just like dyeing a blank sheet of paper with one's own colors, the instinct to occupy and compete is that of male creatures.
Do you know what sex is?
He chuckled softly and asked a question in the opposite direction from Reinhardt.
"It's kissing, lips touching. It's about comforting each other's bodies, the penetration or being penetrated of the genitals. It's an intimate act that makes you feel physically and mentally comfortable, and allows your soul to be released... Hart, did your brother ever touch you like that?"
He got more and more excited as he talked.
Budney found that his original intention was to persuade Hart with the idea that brothers should not be intimate, so that he would obediently come to his side. But when he thought that Hart might actually have been touched by his own brother, he became even more excited.
So, he actually quite liked this kind of forbidden ethical relationship?
He's starting to wonder if Hart were his biological brother, and whether he would have done the same thing as Byrne.
In the brief moment he was trying to seduce Reinhardt, the noise from inside the door suddenly ceased.
Everything returned to calm.
Seeing this, the captain quickly signaled the others to check by the door. However, the inside was just as dark as the outside, with blurred visibility.
After a long silence, the captain decided to go in and check the situation.
He turned to Budney, who was obsessed with Hart, and warned him, "Don't just focus on catching your sheep, don't let anything from outside in."
He then led the rest of the group, extinguished their lamps, and quietly slipped inside through the tiny crack in the door.
Budney knew that the captain and his men had entered the core battlefield, and he sighed softly, seemingly helpless at their insatiable greed.
Then, he continued to hold the lamp in his hand, walking along the wall as he spoke softly, "Don't worry, Hart. I won't hurt you. I'm not like them. I always favor those I like, and of course, I won't allow them to hurt you."
“I know you’re still confused, and you might be scared, but if you’re willing to trust me, I can guarantee your brother’s safety.”
If he were still alive.
Hard work pays off. With Budney's perseverance, he soon spotted a pair of white boots floating in mid-air around a corner of a wall.
An uncontrollable smile crept onto his lips. As the light moved up, the blond, handsome young man hidden in the darkness came into clear view.
He was like an elegant princess, with his golden hair flowing down his back, sitting sideways on the aircraft, his posture dignified.
Boudni was about to give the other person a gentlemanly smile, but froze on the spot after seeing the blond youth's unfamiliar yet strikingly beautiful face.
The familiar attire, the familiar figure—Buddney was certain this was Hart. But that already beautiful and radiant face seemed to have been cleansed of dust, revealing a breathtaking, aggressive brilliance.
The evil mist seemed to shrink back and retreat around him, not daring to defile him in the slightest. His face was no longer the hazy, delicate beauty that needed to be protected, but rather like a peerless blade meticulously sculpted, every line clear, sharp, and perfect. His skin was cool-toned white porcelain, reflecting the faint light of the fluorite lamp in his hand, as if it itself was radiating a pure and clear brilliance.
His blond hair, like flowing molten gold, shimmered with a life-like luster even in the dim light. A few strands of hair brushed against his beautifully shaped jawline, creating a breathtaking contrast with his pale skin.
Boudni felt as if he had seen a legendary god or a succubus. His mind was instantly captivated, and he was overwhelmed by her beauty.
But soon he came to his senses and realized that the face in front of him looked very familiar.
It seems like only a short time ago, he had carefully examined the appearance of this face and was even captivated by it for a short period of time.
An unbelievable name suddenly popped into his head, and the fox-orc's pupils contracted sharply. He finally realized where he had seen this face before, and at the same time, he remembered another terrifying figure associated with this face.
The radiant son of the god, with his flowing golden hair, tilted his head, as if he had heard the speculation in his heart. To confirm his thoughts, his moist lips parted slightly.
He only read two simple words.
"……storm."
Boudni felt a chill run down his spine and his back tense instantly.
His pupils turned uncontrollably to one side of his shoulder, and the fox-orc clearly felt that behind him, in the endless darkness, a gloomy face slowly emerged.
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Author's Note: Buster: Black-on-black, black-on-black!
Reinhardt: Compared to you... they're at best gray.
Buster (excitedly): [Sprinkling flowers] Little Potato can make sarcastic remarks now! Let's celebrate with a big meal tonight!
Madonna, Victoria, and Celine: [Sprinkling flowers] Yay!
Reinhardt: ...?
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