Wang Xiaole scanned the people around him and noticed one of them, who was leading the group, waved a long sword used for command and told his soldiers:

"After a long wait, we finally have a reward. Everyone, obey His Highness's orders, capture all those who came from Dibiles and present them to Inran for merit!"

Isabella's worries were justified.

Due to the current situation of enemy strength and our weakness, the Mioran Duchy had already switched sides to the Inran Empire.

However, even so, Wang Xiaole didn't find the situation difficult. He just habitually flipped his long hair behind his ear and cast a flirtatious glance at the group of soldiers ahead.

"Hey, brothers, can you bear to mistreat such a delicate girl like me?"

The seductive methods were effective.

The soldiers, hearing the sweet voice that seemed to melt them, looked at her exquisite face, the exposed thighs...

Gulp, gulp!

Immediately, the sound of swallowing saliva emerged repeatedly, lasting so long that one would think they were collectively drinking water.

"I've heard that Dibiles produces beauties, but I never thought we would see such an exceptional woman."

"It feels like a loss. If we take her to His Highness, we might get some money, but we'd lose a delicate beauty like her."

The soldiers' wavering voices continued one after another.

Even the captain leading them began to ponder over what the Duchy had really given him over the years and whether it was worth continuing to sacrifice himself.

Seeing the men fall for it, Wang Xiaole intensified his coaxing and loosened a button on his chest, begging in a cutesy manner:

"Please, brothers, don't make it difficult for me. Just forget that I came here. As a thank you, I will hug each of you before leaving. Okay?"

Just this sentence caused the soldiers' "string of reason" in their minds to snap in an instant.

"Hehehe."

The soldiers collectively rubbed their hands and smirked, each eyeing Wang Xiaole greedily as if a pack of wolves was staring at her.

The captain took the lead and spoke:

"Little beauty, if you want us to let you go, you must first satisfy us."

"Do you want a hug? Or a handshake?"

"Neither, what we seek is more direct contact!"

"So, you all want to... sleep with me?"

Tsk!

A sound of disgust escaped Wang Xiaole's lips involuntarily.

He realized he had been too naive.

He thought these soldiers, who had little contact with women, would be easy to please as long as he offered them physical closeness.

"These men these days, why are they becoming so hard to deceive?"

His coquetry and cuteness ended there. If it were just a small reward earlier, he could have let it go, but this group intended to cross the line.

With this in mind, there was no room for negotiation.

After all, to this day, Wang Xiaole had not given up any advantages;

If he cheapened himself for this group of people, it would truly be like putting a premium cabbage in a pigpen.

Dialogue was now impossible. Next, Wang Xiaole contemplated how to deal with these men before him.

At the same time, the men opposite were thinking:

How could they make this extraordinary exiled fairy serve them later?

Before doing anything, should they bite, wrestle, or ask her to move her curvaceous lower body?

Having read the lecherous thoughts of the opposing men, Wang Xiaole snorted:

"Relying on you bunch of mere foot soldiers, thinking of dominating me?"

It was time for a change. The glint in Wang Xiaole's eyes at that moment filled him with an air of nonchalance;

That queenly aura of holding a whip made the soldiers on the opposite side involuntarily shiver, like a pack of cold chickens.

"Come on, if you dare, pin me down; if you don't, I'll have to take action first."

Just as he prepared to strike, an annoying voice echoed from above through the still-open teleportation array:

"Master master master master master!"

The voice of that annoying fellow in the enclosed chamber undoubtedly created an echo.

Looking up, he saw Qiuyan descending towards him in a manner akin to leaping off a cliff.

With no chance to dodge or avoid, he only had one choice left;

In the remaining time, he could only raise his eyebrows and ask the heavens:

"What... what have I done to deserve this?"

Bang!

That sound was his answer.

If he were a bit more fragile, being hit directly like this would have probably ended things for him.

But Wang Xiaole was different. His body had a strong resistance to physical blows, so he just fell heavily to the ground;

Behind him, Qiuyan calmly rubbed her head, completely unaware that she was sitting on her master's waist.

"Is this the Mioran Duchy?"

Qiuyan knew Wang Xiaole was headed to this duchy due to her exceptional hearing ability.

The effect of the forbidden curse she possessed could be summarized as:

"Those eyes can see secrets, those ears can hear everything!"

It was due to her special vision and hearing that Qiuyan could clearly hear the conversations between Wang Xiaole and Isabella while lying in her room and could track them all the way here.

If this maid had any shortcomings, it would be her lack of awareness that she was disliked by her master.

"Master, why are those soldiers over there pointing their weapons towards us? Aren't they supposed to be allies?"

Shifting his body slightly to ensure his waist wasn't sprained, Wang Xiaole, feeling irritated, told the maid:

"They are our enemies now. Get up, let me handle them!"

Hearing the supposedly "delicate" girl in front of them declare her intent to deal with him and the enemies, including the captain, the enemies couldn't help but smile gleefully.

They thought:

What a good day it was today! Two beautiful girls in one go?

Although the latter arrival, compared to the first one, seemed less captivating, she was also a beauty!

Quite a few among them began to plan how to enjoy both beautiful individuals at the same time;

After all, as the number of girls increased, the variety of ways to play also multiplied.

Compared to the impure thoughts of the men on the other side, Qiuyan's thoughts were much simpler. She simply confirmed:

"Since they are enemies, I will deal with them seriously. It shouldn't trouble the master, right?"

"As you wish."

Wang Xiaole didn't expect Qiuyan to be effective at all and said so casually.

However, the maid didn't just listen passively. Instead, she immediately bounced off his waist as if he were a spring cushion.

"Since there's no need for leniency, I'll finish this quickly."

The moment her feet touched the ground, Qiuyan drew a pair of short swords from the pockets tied to her thighs under the skirt.

She gripped them like daggers, swinging them like knives as two silver flashes extended from her curved fingers.

"I dislike blood. The sight of crimson will keep me up at night, so from now on..."

With a sound like a sharp cut to the skin, the symphony of taking lives began and seemed unending.

The two enemy soldiers instinctively circling Qiuyan, their armor was slit open in the silver light;

Although no blood flowed out instantly, their life force had indeed been snatched away.

Reacting out of instinct, the enemies advanced in two pairs, then dozens more, to surround her.

To survive, two sharp blades swung symmetrically;

Qiuyan then flicked her wrists, tossing both swords towards the front. As they left her hands, she controlled the blades in her hands effortlessly.

Clang!

Her palms, imbued with holy power, easily controlled the weapons.

Qiuyan leaped forward, knees slamming into the stomachs of two men, causing them to half-kneel in pain.

In this position, their weapons slipped from their hands naturally.

Qiuyan caught them and reversed the weapons in her hands as she landed back on the ground, quickly piercing vital spots in the two men.

While the dual swords penetrated swiftly, Qiuyan didn't linger the weapons in the bodies but immediately redirected them back by hand.

By this action, the two behind her lost their lives on the spot.

She flung the swords, taking down the next couple rushing from a distance, with a swift stab.

It was finally time for the pair of short swords to land.

Just at that moment, Qiuyan rotated her body a full 180 degrees, anticipating that apart from the bait in front of her, the remaining enemies were likely behind her;

Those people had essentially formed a circle around her, closing in on her in a ring formation.

There was nothing more for Qiuyan to say – a hundred kills, a thousand severings!

She only needed two people standing at the end of this battle.

As the descending short swords were in her hands again, her body remained still, and her arms spun continuously.

The range of the short swords' cuts was circular, efficient, akin to a large meat grinder, making all nearby targets shatter in an instant.

Then, she leaped again.

Mid-air, with her left foot landing on one man's knee, she boosted herself from his "pedal" force, allowing her right foot, now elevated, to stomp his companion's shoulder.

This propelled Qiuyan higher than before.

Balancing during such a difficult time in mid-air, she turned her body and directed her sleeves upward, hurling a black dart from her sleeve as she positioned towards where she was facing.