Chapter 119
“Haa…”
In the end, I gave up on making Julian eat my cum out of Rayla’s pussy. While it would have been amazing to watch him eat his son’s cum out of his wife’s pussy and think it benefited him somehow, that was the very reason why I discarded the idea.
Once the ‘no’ on pregnancy was pressed, the power from my semen was transferred to the female I had ejaculated in.
With no power left in the cum, it was just ordinary white fluid, which would do nothing for Julian, and he wouldn’t feel anything from it, causing another question to well up in his mind, which he could trace back to my dick.
Also, I didn’t know yet if my cum benefited men or not. From Sandra, I knew that drinking it restored mana, but I didn’t know if it was only possible for women or if men could take advantage of that too.
Another problem was my own preference. I mean, sure, something depraved like that would contain a pretty good kick to this stale, free-use world, but I didn’t know if it was something I truly wanted. Nutting on Colton’s face through Zara’s pussy was one thing, and making Julian suck the cum out of his wife while I watched was another. I would have to experiment.
Speaking of Zara, by the way…
“Redford has summoned you.” She informed me as she sat in the study, which was smaller than the lord’s study in their original house.
The way she was right now, no one would think she was bending over in front of me last night and letting me nut inside of her while her son was bathed in our juices.
The elegance was something else. Hot. Very hot.
“May I ask why?” But work took precedence. Enough playing around. I needed to solve some problems too.
“He didn’t say. But what sound… reasonable, which is strange, considering he considers commoners nothing but garbage.” Zara said, with a slight suspicion in her voice which she didn’t display in the form of a question.
She didn’t need to, of course. I was expected to tell her anything between Redford and me that could be of use to her.
But I was just an illiterate commoner, wasn’t I?
“Have I offended him, somehow?” I asked, playing oblivious to her earlier remark. If I had offended him, he wouldn’t be calling for me so softly, now would he?
Zara looked at me for a while, trying to glean anything, but seeing there was nothing after a while but worry, she could only sigh and replied, “I don’t think you have anything to worry about. If he were angry with you, he would have marched into your house and executed your entire family while making you watch.”
Yeah, that sounds like what a noble would have done. It wasn’t strange for a noble to burn down an entire village under the premise of some… vague excuse, like demons or witches or something along those lines, in this timeline.
This was the perfect era for the saying, “Nobody has rights,” to exist.
Of course, it only applied to the lower classes. Not the rich or the nobility.
“Perhaps I should keep my ears open for something?” I asked, letting her know I was still on her side.
She didn’t say anything to that but simply looked at me for a while, as if probing deep into my soul to find out my intentions. When she came out blank, she simply nodded and said, “Keep me informed.”
That was it. Nothing more. I nodded and left, making my way to the main residence of the former lord, where Lord Redford was staying at the moment after kicking the original family out.
The knight at the front door didn’t stop me, and as soon as I entered, a butler stood there, informing me that the lord expected me at the breakfast table.
I was led through the corridors to the dining and the doors were opened to let me in.
“Come in,” Redford spoke, sitting alone in the giant room at the long table.
I entered, seeing for any signs that could lead to trouble, but there was no one in the room. Once I s was inside, he gestured for me to sit down, which I did without saying anything in return, such as, ‘As a commoner, I wouldn’t dare to.’
There was no food set up in front of me, which meant I wasn’t joining him for breakfast.
“The medicinal concoction you gave me worked.” He said without beating around the bush. It wouldn’t have worked much for his leprosy symptoms, but he must have had it long enough to know even the slightest bit of difference.
I remained silent. I didn’t say I was happy for him that it worked out or anything along those lines. After all, I held all the cards.
“I’m afraid I’ve run out, however.” He said, getting straight to the point again, once he saw I wasn’t going to say anything.
“You shouldn’t have applied it too much,” I said.
The amount I gave him was worth a week’s. He ran out in two days, and that wasn’t possible.
“I admit I was being greedy. But it worked, and I was overjoyed. Temptation got the best of me. I hope you can understand.” He explained, sounding… remorseful. Sounding only, of course.
“Then I hope you can understand that making such a concoction is not child’s play,” I replied, keeping my tone straight despite the nature of my reply.
“I know. Which is why…” He said, stopping for a second, which was a cue for someone to enter the room. So someone was indeed listening.
The butler walked in carrying a chest in his hands.
“Open it,” Redford said after the butler placed it before me. I looked at him, but seeing no signs of deception, I opened the chest.
The inside of the chest was… shiny.
Gold coins with the kingdom’s crest on them.
“Enough for you to purchase nobility if you were to offer it to the royal family. More than enough if you wish to be knighted by any lord.” Redford spoke.
I looked at him for a long time and finally asked, “And in return?”
“You make the remedy, only more of it this time.” He said.
“For whom?” I asked, catching the underlying meaning.
It wasn’t just for him. He was trying to monopolize it or offer it to someone. Someone powerful.
“That is not for you to know.” He said, his tone rather… stern.
Now I knew I held the cards of his disease, and I could be a little… disrespectful towards him, but being too unreasonable had its own drawbacks.
Like arguing with the cops about rights. Remain within limits and comply with the law, and you’re good. Jump on them with rights and shit, and they pin you down and batter you a good bit, beating all the laws and shit out of you.
“Understood.” I simply replied, standing up and taking the chest.
“When can I expect you to be done?” He asked.
“In seven days,” I replied, before I added, “And I would like another chest for my work.”
“Understandable.” Redford didn’t say much. After all, if I compromised with him before, he was expected to be a bit compromising now.
“And one more thing,” I said.
“What?” He asked, slight annoyance in his tone.
“Lady Hector suspects something between you and me. I was hoping for an excuse.” I replied.
“Tell her I wanted to bribe you to keep an eye on her. Tell her you agreed. Tell her that exactly. She’ll believe you.” He replied with clear instructions.
Of course, I had many ideas, one of which was this, but I needed Redford to be on the same page. Some other excuse wouldn’t fly by, such as he wanted me to defect to his side, or hire me given my talents, because Redford was supposed to be a supremacist, wasn’t he?
“Very well. And I shall see you in seven days. And hope to see another one of these.” I pointed at the chest as I walked out.
The butler accompanied me, handing me instructions such as how much I needed to make and all.
I nodded and didn’t say much. As soon as I was out and made sure no one was keeping an eye on me, I stored the chest and looked at the description.
[Chest of gold]
[Tier: D]
[Description: A chest made to store gold]
[Warning]
[A curse has been applied to the chest and the gold within]
[Detecting the nature of the curse…]
[1%… 10%…]
[33%… 69%…]
[100%]
[Analysis complete]
[Curse of Lifesteal has been detected]
[All those within a radius of ten meters would have their life force sucked out of them]
[Effect: -1HP/hour]
“Haa…” I sighed for a moment, a long, heavy sigh, which only conveyed one thing…
