“In Farsky City, there are only two places where it’s easiest to turn stuff into money. One’s the Free Trade Zone, and the other’s the Farsky Auction House. One’s the biggest hub for basic resources, the other’s the biggest market for rare ones.” Christine glanced at Bexia as she spoke.
“What we have on hand is Flowers Brew and Seven-colored Silk Threads. They’re all rare items. They’re not some ultra-legendary treasures, but from what I know of the virtual network, we’ve got a lot of them. Enough to fetch a pretty high price at the auction house.”
“But to be safe, you shouldn’t go as the seller, Master. You just enter as a normal participant. Leave all the selling to me.”
“No need for that, right?” Bexia was a little speechless at how cautious Christine was. These were just some mid-grade items; even if he went up himself, it wasn’t like tons of people would be staring at him.
“Better safe than sorry. If you were an Immortal or even an Eternal, you could do whatever you wanted. But right now…”
“Fine, I’ll listen to you. But how are you gonna make it up to me?”
“How could there be any ‘making it up’? I’m doing this for your own good, Master. And besides… what could I possibly use as compensation for you?” Thinking back to that crazy night, a hint of redness crept onto Christine’s face. She was nowhere near as bold as she looked on the surface.
“True. I should be the one compensating you, Christine. So how do you want me to make it up to you?” Bexia’s eyes swept over the tempting Christine, a smile in them. Last night he’d let her off for her own sake. As for tonight, that wouldn’t be so easy. She was the one who started this after all. If he didn’t make her submit completely, how was he supposed to show his dignity as the “Master”?
“You’re so bad, Master!” Christine hissed softly, shooting Bexia a quick, shy look. Just remembering how Bexia had toyed with her made her body heat up all over again.
“You caused this, so you’re the one who has to take responsibility.” Bexia hooked a finger under Christine’s chin, already fighting the urge to pounce. Christine right now was almost too tempting.
Following Christine’s plan, Bexia naturally split up with them. Feather Butterfly went with Christine, while Bexia took Nowel. The annoying part was, he realized he had no idea how to get inside.
You couldn’t just stroll into the Farsky Auction House. You needed proof of funds. Especially for a first-timer, you had to show at least over a hundred thousand dimensional coins in capital, or auction something worth over that. Bexia had neither.
All the rare materials he took from the Flower Sprites and Seven-colored Butterfly tribes were with Christine. Bexia basically had nothing on him. Well, not literally nothing, but what he had wasn’t suitable for auction. For example, Nowel’s modified Flowers Brew, or the Exquisite Colored Robe Feather Butterfly had given him. Those really weren’t things he could just put up for sale.
The modified Flowers Brew was obviously for him to drink himself. He had very little of it. It wasn’t like he could just toss Nowel into any jar and brew it. Forget the base material—Flowers Brew itself was scarce. And every time Nowel used herself to brew it, she had to sacrifice a portion of her own power. There was no way some random “bathwater” would all turn into modified Flowers Brew.
Speaking of the modified Flowers Brew, Bexia had always had a question. He’d drunk some Flowers Brew that hadn’t gone through Nowel’s “bath” before. It didn’t have that soul-deep sweetness. It tasted good, but it was nowhere near the same.
Where did that sweet taste come from? The doubt had always been there. His gaze slowly shifted to Nowel, perched on his shoulder.
“Master, what’s wrong with Little Flower?”
Nowel tilted her head and looked at Bexia, her face full of curiosity. She all but had question marks floating over her head. She looked so impossibly cute that his heart itched. A bold idea popped up—and once it appeared, he couldn’t push it back down.
He glanced around to see if anyone was watching, then cupped Nowel in his hand, lifted her to his lips, and gave her a lick.
“Waaah! Master, don’t eat Little Flower!”
“Little Flower doesn’t taste good!” Nowel screamed in fright, but her mouth was immediately pressed shut by Bexia’s fingertip.
“I wasn’t planning to eat you. I just wanted to confirm something.” Bexia savored Nowel’s taste for a moment. It wasn’t as intense as the modified Flowers Brew, but he could be sure now that that flavor in the modified Flowers Brew came from Nowel. Or rather, the Flowers Brew was just a medium. The real “wine” was Nowel herself.
“Alright, no more yelling.” Bexia put Nowel back on his shoulder. As amazing as she tasted, one lick was called curiosity. If he kept going, that’d just be perverted. Especially since Nowel could turn into a normal-looking girl. He really couldn’t bring himself to do more than that. Otherwise…
Once she was back on his shoulder, Nowel went completely quiet. As she came back to herself from the sensation of Bexia’s tongue on her face, wisps of white steam began rising from her head. Her whole body turned as red as a boiled shrimp.
“My whole body smells like Master… Nowel’s going to die…” Lost in her private fantasy, Nowel even licked the corner of her mouth to catch the last trace of moisture. Then she sprawled on Bexia’s shoulder in a big, limp “X.”
“Hey, Nowel, you okay?” Noticing the change in her, Bexia stopped after just a few steps. Had he really broken Nowel with one lick?
“Uu… uu…” was all Nowel managed.
After “rescue attempts” failed, Bexia finally stuffed her into the pouch on his chest. Then he pulled out a bottle of modified Flowers Brew from his personal space. He thought it over. For now, this was all he had.
To set himself apart from Christine and the others, Bexia decided to tweak it a bit more. That would help disguise it, and he also wanted to test what exactly his power could do.
He gathered a thin strand of his own power and injected it into the bottle. Under a burst of chaotic-colored light, the bathwater—no, the wine—inside underwent a complete transformation.
“Chaos Liquor
Quality: Divine
Effects:
(1) Raises the drinker’s level by two and greatly enhances soul power. (Only works below LV 80.)
(2) Contains chaotic power. After drinking, it can improve physique and boost talent, with a small chance to awaken a talent ability. (The higher the level, the weaker the effect. Above LV 80, the effect becomes almost negligible.)”
This stuff seemed even less presentable now.
Just that tiny strand of power had caused such a huge change. Even Bexia was shocked. For the first time, he realized how terrifying he really was—though that was only within this virtual network world.
