"Oh my, little sister, how can you say such things? I only teased you a little because I couldn’t resist how adorable you are. Incubi are quite picky, you know!"


    A slightly amused voice came, apanied by the sound of high heels striking the stone te. A woman dressed in provocative attire, exuding endless charm, sauntered over.


    Perhaps because the outfit was too stimting, the already shy Nan Ke couldn’t even lift his head to look at her.


    He felt it would be somewhat rude to do so.


    As for Kael, he nced at the subus with a nonchnt air, his eyes devoid of any expression.


    He had seen the world and was not seeing this subus for the first time in his life. He was not easily enchanted.


    He was no saint and not entirely uninterested in women. After all, he let the Snow Wolf Little Maid have a taste of some meat, not like a lustful ghost...


    Besides, he had seen her books. He was used to it and naturally fearless.


    "Stop. Don’te any closer." Old White stepped in front of Kael, ring at her with a look that said he would chop her pretty head off if she moved another inch.


    "Sword Maniac? I’ve heard you retired for years. So, you’re working as a housekeeper now?" The subus clicked her tongue in surprise. She remembered the Sword Maniac’s reputation from years past.


    Never would she have thought that after so many years, he’d be willing to serve someone else.


    After all, being a housekeeper was hardly a morous profession.


    "You should be grateful that you’re useful to the lord. Otherwise, given my old temper, you’d be begging me to let you die right now." Old White disyed a cruel smile, his sharp eyes assessing her weak points.


    Over the years, he had worn down his temper, not his strength. This was Sacred Light Maind; there was no suppression from the world’s will.


    The subus instinctively took half a step back, realizing her reaction. A look of shame and anger crossed her face.


    But she was ultimately a subus, her expression changing almost faster than the styles of paintings. In the next second, she adopted a delicate, fragile demeanor, timidly saying:


    "Don’t be so fierce. Although I may seem suspicious for using these two undead, I called you out to propose a mutually beneficial deal."


    Kael gave her a nce, without any interest. He merely said, "If you truly intend to make a decent deal, tone down your fake demeanor a bit."


    "That’s quite hurtful. I genuinely want to cooperate with you," the subus said coyly.


    Kael snorted and said, "Your actions only make me wonder if someone paid you handsomely toe find me. I’m talking about the person who hired you from the brothel to mess with me."


    "Are you taking me for a prostitute?" The subus feigned an angry look.


    "I can’t, in good conscience, pretend you’re a nobledy," Kael shrugged, letting out a derisiveugh.


    "I’m just a poor subus who has survived since Joy Street was built, with just a little bit of privilege."


    "So what’s the difference between you and a prostitute?" Kael asked casually, delivering a sharp jab.


    He wasn’t worried about offending the subus, knowing she might even take it as apliment.


    "Prostitutes entertain guests. I came here willingly..."


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    "So, by your logic, prostitutes are forced, but you are being self-degrading?"


    The subus giggled and said, "If Anthony heard you saying that, he’d be sad."


    "From what I know of my father, he’d never get involved with someone like you. He’d find you particrly unclean," Kael stated bluntly.


    His words left the subus feeling at a loss.


    But she didn’t realize that as a subus, Kael could sense the purity of one’s aura, whether he admitted it or not.


    The subus carried a strong murderous aura; even "a thousand yer" might not be urate to describe her. She could be considered an enemy of thousands.


    Instinctively repelled by such an aura, Kael had little interest in conversing further with her.


    If they were to discuss a deal, then they’d just stick to the deal.


    Their coboration would likely be a one-time affair, so there was no need to save face for her.


    Or rather, when she had yers look for Kael in control, she had alreadynded herself on his cklist.


    Especially since she now intended to take advantage of Kael.


    Everyone knew he had the Blood of Incubus. And yet, she wanted to im some connection to Anthony?


    Kael was certain she wasn’t his mother.


    Given what he knew of Anthony, if he truly had a subus for a mother, she would likely be a major grievance, an "all chopped and eaten" type, not an ordinary subus.


    "We can be more honest with each other. Don’t try to gain an advantage with your words; consider if you can bear the consequences of speaking carelessly.


    State your business with me. I can tell you my goal upfront.


    I know you have the Seductive Demon Eye. I need to use it, so let’s talk terms."


    Kael, unaffected by her emotions, got straight to the point. His imprable attitude made the subus sigh and say: