CHAPTER 70: 70 ARE YOU SNEAKING A LOOK? (2/3)

Herbert rejected the invitation on the spot.

No matter how the other party whispered enticingly in his ear, he chose to completely ignore it.

He understood.

Anything that comes to you voluntarily is definitely not good!

Anyone who can invite him like this is probably not a good person either—there are no good people in this level.

To say without exaggeration, the two prisoners imprisoned in Molten Hell can be said to be representatives of the word "evil" among all prisoners.

One is the demon who secretly incited slaves to riot and revolt unprepared, ultimately leading to their tragic deaths.

The other is the demon who plotted several royal murders, leading to the destruction of several kingdoms.

The former resulted in the deaths of over a hundred thousand slaves during a bloody suppression, with many innocent people caught in it and killed.

While the latter caused turmoil among several kingdoms, indirectly leading to the displacement of many citizens and the deaths of tens of thousands over the years.

These two are not good people.

And the one who just sent him the invitation was evidently that infamous demon.

[Noble Blood Thorn], [Enchantress], [Profane Whisper]—Kreti

This demon enjoyed seducing those persecuted nobles, making them raise their swords against their kin.

"Night of Darkness," "Bloody Wedding," "Executioner’s Gala"... all these events, sounding crazy, were orchestrated by her behind the scenes.

This is a very dangerous character!

Realizing that his strength wasn’t sufficient to protect himself, Herbert chose to enhance himself first before dealing with other chaotic matters.

The primary reason he came here was to use the flames to enhance his power.

As for how to modify or rehabilitate these characters, that can wait until later.

Although he was tempted by the demon materials from these two, as the saying goes... he needed to be alive to earn and spend money.

When you’re out of options, don’t fantasize too much. Surviving is the priority.

However, now there was another issue.

"How should I burn myself everywhere?"

Herbert looked at his burned-to-ash boots from the high temperatures and wiggled his intact toes submerged in the lava.

Warm, and quite comfortable.

"Yes, I’m fireproof, but my clothes aren’t... so, do I have to take them all off and soak directly?"

He wasn’t shy about it; it wasn’t like he hadn’t been naked in the bathhouse with the guys.

But, this wasn’t a bathhouse!

There were other spectators here!

Herbert frowned in dilemma, finally getting the courage to remove his shirt, putting his hand on his belt, ready to take off his pants...

He suddenly realized something.

The voice that kept persistently whispering in his ear had disappeared without him knowing when.

Hmm?

Thoughtfully, he turned his head towards the Bronze Fortress and said softly:

"Were you peeking just now?"

No response.

Kreti refused to answer such an offensive question.

Yet, this silence proved many things.

Herbert’s body shook, and he covered himself, angrily shouting, "With that reaction, you definitely were peeking!"

After being questioned a second time, Kreti, who had been silent for a long time, finally responded.

From the Bronze Fortress came an annoyed yet resigned shout.

Ahhhhh!!!

"Shut up! So noisy! I wasn’t peeking at you!"

The demon, who loved ending noble bloodlines, was utterly furious, seriously doubting this guy’s sanity...

Who in their right mind would strip here after arriving!!?

I mean, why would I want to look at you?

"What necessity do I have to peek!?"

"It was you who started stripping in front of me!"

"Damn it! You... what!?"

"You dirty scoundrel! You! You, put your pants back on!!!"

"Don’t strip anymore!"

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Herbert eventually arrived at the Bronze Fortress.

He was here to explain to Kreti that he wasn’t actually a pervert.

Herbert nodded at the demon elegantly sitting cross-legged on the Magma Throne, softly saying, "Miss Kreti, long time no see, I’m startled at how concerned you are about my body."

To this, Kreti rolled her eyes, covered her forehead speechlessly, and helplessly said, "... Go away! Why did you actually come over?"

This demon with blood on her hands had a stunning appearance.

Her pale skin contrasted sharply with her surroundings, making her black hair appear even deeper, with sharp horns protruding from it.

Her figure was fiery as blazing flames, a waist so slender it seemed a grip wouldn’t be enough, forming an amazing curve with her full bust and rounded hips.

Her purple eyes were like mysterious, bottomless whirlpools, brimming with slyness and allure—now left speechless.

Especially after hearing Herbert’s next words.

"But please don’t misunderstand, I wasn’t trying to seduce you."

"... Sigh!"

Kreti was now full of regret.

Why did she start speaking to and provoking this guy?

Wait a moment!

Back when he was following that old man, he looked so easy to sway!

How did he become so tough-skinned all of a sudden?

It’s only been a few days?

"You might not realize it, but I’m actually a Paladin of the Ascetic Sect."

Herbert, seeing Kreti’s speechless expression, spoke with joy and seriousness:

"The reason I did that just now was to use the lava terrain here to train my will and body."

He had actually prepared this line in advance.

Training methods in this world are strange and varied, with different sects, professions, and even families having different training methods.

Some soak in ice water for long periods to suppress negative outbursts, some repeatedly poison themselves to increase poison resistance, and some get repeatedly beaten to improve resistance...

Overall, it’s all about a myriad of methods; doesn’t matter how crazy it looks, as long as it’s effective.

The Ascetic Sect’s Paladins were among the more extreme, often torturing themselves, just like the good brothers of the Mist Knight Order.

As for whether he was truly a member of the Ascetics... who cares?

Who would expose him?

When out in the world, your identity is self-bestowed.

"So, regarding your peeking, I hope you can restrain yourself in the future and not do such things again..."

???

Kreti’s mind was filled with questions, unable to hold back, loudly emphasized:

"I’ll say it one last time... I didn’t look!"

"I didn’t!!!"