Chapter 135 Don't touch that place
Hearing that, Amleth was angry. She tried to stand up: "Hold on a little longer..."
"Yes…"
Amleth rushed towards Lathel, her hand grasping the handle of the scissors and squeezing hard.
The scissors blade immediately approached Lathel's little finger, then, when the scissors blade touched it, a little blood flowed out.
"AAA!!!" Amleth fell backwards; she lay on the floor, struggling violently as if being electrocuted.
"Noo!!! AAA!!! Why?! Why?! Why can't I get a finger from him?"
"Just one finger, just one finger... why?!!"
Amleth screamed. She dug her nails into her hair, her eyes red with anger, and her large breasts rose and fell with each breath.
She tried her best to slowly crawl towards Lathel with her still-trembling body.
Amleth leaned forward towards Lathel, opened her mouth, stretched out her soft tongue, and licked the drops of blood dripping from the wound.
"Blood… Lathel's blood… Lathel… I… I…" Amleth grabbed the scissors as she stared at Lathel's head, then...
…
A group of servants rushed towards this room, but in front of the door, a woman stood still.
It was the woman who brought tea into the room for Lathel. She saw the four maids standing in front of her and said, "Sorry, I can't let you inside."
A maid walked up to the woman, frowned, and said: "We suspect you are endangering my master. I hope you can cooperate and help me find my master."
"If not…"
The maid didn't finish her sentence; she took out a chain and held it in her hand. The two ends of the chain were tied to a spear like a two-headed snake.
"Die!"
The cold voice of that maid scared the woman. She shook her head and said: "Sorry, I said... I can't let you in."
"Good!" The maids immediately rushed towards her.
"Wait!" Suddenly, a voice rang out, causing everyone to stop moving.
The maids looked towards the source of the voice, which was from the room they suspected Lathel was inside.
That voice rang out again: "Let them in."
The woman guarding the door glanced at the maids, then bowed her head towards the door.
She reached out and pushed the door open. Seeing this, the maids immediately rushed into the room.
At this time, inside the room, Lathel lay on a large sofa, and Amleth lay on top of him, their skins rubbing against each other.
Amleth even rested her head on Lathel's chest, her hand constantly touching his chest.
Seeing the maids, Amleth smiled and said: "Your young master is here, he is still safe, there are no problems at all."
"You guys… You just ruined my fun with him…"
After Amleth finished speaking, she extended her soft, wet tongue and flicked it up Lathel's neck.
The maids felt like things weren't that simple.
Besides... their master also said that... the most dangerous person was Amleth, the woman lying on the young master.
"Sorry, Lady Amleth." A maid spoke up: "Our master has ordered that the young master does not have any contact with you."
"I hope you won't cause any trouble for my mission, otherwise…"
That maid spoke in a threatening voice while frowning at Amleth. Her eyes also showed that she might be ready to destroy Amleth.
Amleth frowned, however, she still said nothing, she just lay still on the chair, caressing Lathel's face.
A bit of hesitation and greed appeared in Amleth's eyes; however, that look immediately disappeared.
Amleth looked at Lathel's face, muttering, "Lathel... wait for me... Very soon... I will come to your side."
"Very soon… We will be together forever… forever…"
"Um…" Suddenly, Lathel frowned and slowly opened his eyes.
"Heh?! Amleth?" Lathel saw her and was startled: "You… Why are you here? What are you doing?
Lathel quickly pushed Amleth away and quickly stood up.
The maids also hurriedly went to his side and began to examine his body. Seeing that he was okay, the maids breathed a sigh of relief.
Then a maid looked at Amleth and said: "Excuse me, we need to bring the young master back."
Amleth glanced at them, then crossed her arms and turned her head the other way. The maids also realized that Amleth wouldn't cause them any trouble so they immediately took Lathel, who still didn't know what was going on, out.
As Lathel walked to the door of the room, Amleth's voice suddenly rang out again: "Lathel..."
Lathel stopped, turned to look at Amleth, and said nothing.
Amleth looked at him and smiled: "This place will forever welcome you. Did you know that… Laleth is a combination of my name and your name."
"You… are also the owner of this place…"
The maids were afraid that Amleth would use those seductive words to seduce the young master, so they immediately took him away.
Seeing everyone leave, Amleth lay on the sofa, and greedily inhaled Lathel's remaining scent.
"Lathel…" Amleth took out a small clump of hair from her space bag. Of course, that clump of hair came from Lathel.
She smiled with satisfaction: "God... even if you strictly forbid me from harming him, I still have a way to possess him."
"Lathel… is mine…"
Amleth sealed Lathel's hair into a light elemental stone as small as a thumb tip.
Then, she attached the stone to a necklace and hung it around her neck. Smiling madly, she said: "Lathel… we will be together… forever…"
…
After Lathel left Laleth Garden, he immediately felt confused, as he did not know what had just happened.
A maid came next to him, patted his shoulder, and said: "Young master, get in the carriage first, then I will explain to you."
Hearing that, Lathel nodded and climbed into the carriage. The cabin was not too big, but enough for five people to sit together.
There weren't any chairs in the cabin, but there was a large, extremely soft, and warm cushion.
Lathel lay on the soft mattress and thought about what had just happened.
Why was he unconscious, and why did Amleth appear there? Why did she lie on top of him?
Why did she say that the garden was for him?
Lathel didn't know why Amleth said that; could it be that she was tricking him?
He felt an extremely bad headache; he didn't know what to do next, and he didn't know what just happened.
However, he knew one thing clearly... he needed to stay away from Amleth. She was too dangerous, and besides...
Lathel glanced at the system notification panel that appeared in front of him.
[Notice: The 'adapt' skill has successfully helped your body resist the anesthetic. The next time your body receives this anesthetic, its effectiveness will be reduced by 20%.]
Looking at the notice board, Lathel felt like today's meeting was like a trap.
He originally thought that Radisu and Racunte would discuss business matters with him, and besides, he also thought that they were his allies and there would be no trouble.
Finally… Radius and Racunte disappeared again, replaced by… Amleth?
Why?
Lathel frowned. He thought for a long time as he tried to connect the information he already knew together.
Suddenly, a knock sounded from outside the carriage compartment.
"Young master, we have something important to tell you."
Lathel heard the maid's voice and immediately nodded: "Come in."
As soon as the door opened, four maids entered. Outside the carriage, there were still four other maids keeping watch, always ready to fight.
After all, they had just saved the young master from the wolf's den, and they were afraid that Amleth wouldn't let them off so easily.
Inside the carriage, four maids knelt on the cushions, looking at him with sincere faces.
There were five people in the cab, including Lathel, and it seemed a bit cramped.
But... What was more remarkable were the way the maids were looking at him like a group of hungry wolves.
Lathel frowned, feeling a bit uneasy, and asked: "What... do you want to talk about?"
"Master, we need to check your body." A maid suddenly spoke up.
Hearing that, Lathel frowned, her face showing confusion: "Check my body? Why?"
"Because you just came out of the wolf's den… ah, no… from the enemy's headquarters so easily." The maid continued: "That's why I suspect they placed a curse on your body, or maybe there is some kind of poison in your body."
"We need to check thoroughly to eliminate any bad scenarios."
Hearing that, Lathel felt it was very reasonable. Even though he already possessed high-level 'adaptation' and 'healing' talents, what if there was some type of curse magic that was more advanced than his talent?
He nodded, smiled, and said: "Good! Well then… I hope you guys can check it out."
Hearing that, the maids' eyes seemed to become brighter, like sparkling stars.
"Really, young master?"
"Of course." Lathel nodded, responding to the words of a maid.
"So…" The maids suddenly changed their emotions: "I hope young master can enjoy the examination process."
"Enjoy?" Lathel felt confused, but seeing those greedy eyes, he knew… he f*cked up.
"Wait! You guys… What are you going to do?" Lathel screamed in fear.
"Young master, don't worry." A beautiful maid spoke up: "We will do it very gently, it won't hurt the young master."
"That's right." Another maid spoke up: "Young master, you will feel very comfortable, very wonderful..."
Lathel: "…"
'Why do I feel like these are the words of perverts who specialize in tricking women?'
"I… I feel like I'm fine…" Lathel stammered, and he retreated back, but this was the cabin, and the space was very narrow.
"Hehehe… young master…"
"Oy!" Lathel shouted in fear: "Why are you drooling?"
"Ah! Don't worry, this is just a normal physiological reaction."
Lathel: "…"
Normal physiological response? Is there a normal physiological reaction to drooling while looking at me?
"Don't… don't come here!"
"Ah! Don't...don't touch that place."
"No! Oy! Why did you take it out?"
"Don't… who told you to take off my pants?"
"Wait!"
"Stop!!!"
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