Chapter 87: Perverted Gentleman, Lancelot Griffin
“Haah, haah, haah~.”
A voluptuous woman lay on the bed, wrapped in a thin sheet, continuously letting out tender gasps. Her body was drenched in fragrant sweat, radiating a peachy scent, clearly having just engaged in quite vigorous exercise.
Beside her, a handsome middle-aged man slowly pulled up his pants, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and sighed, “Ah~ a smoke after sex is better than being a living deity.”
The woman raised the blanket and slowly sat up, her gaze weakly directed at the man before her. “Do you know who my husband is?”
“I don’t know. When I do bad things, I never think about the consequences,” the man replied with a proud smile, then lifted the woman’s long thigh and took another strong drag, leaving a bright red kiss mark on it.
“My husband is the president of the Karashok Mage Association, a super strong figure at the Saint Tier. If he finds out about your actions, he’ll blow you to smithereens with magic.”
“Oh, so it’s that plump, round guy,” the middle-aged man chuckled lightly. “No wonder he can’t satisfy you; just look at him, he’s obviously impotent.”
The woman immediately widened her eyes. “No, he doesn’t…”
But before she could finish her sentence, the middle-aged man suddenly leaned in and captured her lips with an intense kiss, betting on the latter half of her words.
That kiss was passionate and skillful; one would need tens of thousands of actual practice to reach such a level.
Under that fierce assault, the woman sank once again.
Seeing her eyes soften, the man slowly withdrew.
Follow your heart; you just shouted so loudly, so joyfully. Deep down, you know who’s stronger between me and your husband.
The woman’s eyes grew hazy, a glistening droplet of drool slowly dripped from the corner of her mouth.
Pain, struggle…
Clearly, her heart resisted so much, but her body still surrendered.
“Strong, shameless.” The woman said, her eyes filled with struggle.
“Oh, my lovely sweetheart, I’m not shameless at all.”
The man smiled slightly. “I’m simply fulfilling some duties on behalf of your husband.”
As he spoke, the man gently kissed her forehead and slowly stood up.
Seeing this, the woman hurriedly sat up. “Are you leaving?”
“Yes,” the man said with a smile. “Otherwise, wouldn’t I be sitting here waiting to be blown to bits by your husband?”
The woman bit her lip and said softly, “Then, can we see each other again?”
“Of course,” the man smiled slightly, taking a small card from his pocket and handing it to her. “I’m a woman’s friend. Whenever you’re lonely, you can come find me, and I’ll soothe the emptiness in your heart.”
With that, a strong gust of wind blew, and the woman closed her eyes tightly.
When she opened them again, that “woman’s friend” had vanished without a trace.
The woman looked down slowly, glancing at the card in her hand; the front detailed an address. She frowned slightly, flipped the card over, and her eyes went wide.
Written on the back was a name, a representation of a thug, a name with a reputation so bad it couldn’t get any worse—Lancelot Griffin.
On a silent and deserted street,
Lancelot held a small notebook, carefully recording character data.
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NO.5742
Name: Percival
Identity: Wife of the President of the Karashok Mage Association
Appearance: B
Figure: A
Skill: C-
Body Fragrance: A
Spirit: C
Overall Rating: R
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Lancelot put away his notebook and then took out a pair of black sexy panties from his pocket, holding them to his nose for a deep sniff.
“Ah~ the scent of a mature wife, so delightful.”
He took out an exquisite box and neatly placed the panties inside.
This was a trophy; every time Lancelot conquered a woman, he would take a piece of her intimate belongings as a memento. Moreover, these were items he needed to recall those beautiful memories.
Lancelot slowly put the gift box into his storage ring. “Sigh, time to head back. If I don’t, that little ancestor at home will start nagging again.”
Lancelot strode onto the street when suddenly, a white figure swiftly passed in front of him, bringing with it an alluring fragrance.
“Hmph.” Lancelot sniffed twice, then his eyes widened and glowed. “Goodness, that’s the scent of an SSR.”
Lancelot turned abruptly, only to find that the woman in white had already disappeared from the street.
“Damn, finally encountered a wild SSR, how could I let you escape like this?”
In an instant, Lancelot’s Saint Tier Battle Qi surged, transforming into a gust of wind as he chased after the direction the woman had fled.
Guards, adventurers, mages, and clergy.
Hundreds of people gathered densely in front of the Karashok Adventurer’s Guild.
Cedric stood on the steps in front of the gate, took a deep breath, and spoke loudly, “Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for calling you all here so late, but just moments ago, an extremely serious incident occurred in our town—
a weapon-wielding thug sneaked into a regular household and stole an intimate belonging from a young girl.”
“This person is swift and skillful, clearly a habitual offender. Furthermore, he carries weapons, and if the young girl had reacted in time, alongside my officer who was downstairs at the time, who knows what even more excessive things that pervert might have done.”
“His presence poses a great threat to all women in Karashok, and we absolutely will not allow him to act with impunity.”
“Next, my intelligence officer, Celia, will explain the characteristics of that pervert’s appearance to everyone.”
Celia stepped forward holding a large stack of images, distributing them to the leaders of various departments.
“Now everyone should have received information about the criminal.”
“This person is cloaked in a white mantle, making it challenging to see his true appearance, but based on my years of experience as an appraiser, I can generally confirm the following information.
“First, this person is over 170 cm tall, moves lightly, and has a slender build.”
“Second, he is an extremely skilled swordsman; among the locals of Karashok, there are no swordsmen who match his skill, which basically confirms that he is an outsider.”
“Third, this person has an arrow wound on his left leg. Unless he carries top-level healing potions, he should definitely bear the mark of that arrow wound on his body.”
“Finally, and crucially, he possesses women’s clothing that does not belong to him. Considering that he is very likely a habitual offender, he may possess more than one piece of women’s clothing.”
“In summary, within one night’s time, whether we can catch this pervert and ensure the safety of all the women in Karashok relies on you all.”
The night is deep, and the three sisters have long gone to sleep. Kendrick, feeling uneasy, sat alone in the corridor on the second floor, quietly guarding the night.
In that pitch-black room, Elrose leaned against the windowsill, hesitantly gazing at the bright moon in the sky. Though many people had gone to assist her in pursuing the criminal, she still could not rest easy.
In the previous fight, the skills that man exhibited far surpassed ordinary people, and she even saw a shadow of that person.
Elrose furrowed her brow tightly.
That pervert saw her underwear, stole her panties; if he got away, it would be enough to haunt her for a lifetime.
No, this matter definitely requires her to take care of it personally.
Her panties should be reclaimed by her own means.
With that thought, Elrose quietly ran to her door and locked it from the inside.
Then, she moved to the window, took a deep breath, and recited a line filled with angst.
“King of Fear, darker than darkness, adhering to the pact with the deity, let your great power manifest in the world…”
