Chapter 825: Chapter 23 Dining till the X Wave_2 Chapter 825: Chapter 23 Dining till the X Wave_2 “I can’t eat anymore, really can’t, it will go bad…”
Luo En remained unmoved and helped Freya up with a smile while speaking with a gentle tone that contained the most lethal words,
“Don’t worry, eat slowly, I’m not in a hurry.”
Having failed to negotiate, the Valkyrie was filled with regret.
Knowing full well that this bastard’s method of torturing people was extremely cruel, why did she provoke him for no reason?
But now that it had come to this, she could only comply obediently, otherwise, waiting for this guy to take forceful measures, her fate would probably be even more miserable.
Realizing she couldn’t escape this torture, Freya sat back down on her chair with tears in her eyes, picked up her utensils and began the painful yet pleasurable eating.
The next morning, the room was in a mess.
The once valiant Valkyrie of the Warner Clan, with her belly distended like a watermelon, lay lifeless on the cold floor, her gaze empty, hair disheveled, her body twitching incessantly, reaching the pinnacle of sensory overload. She resembled a skinned frog strapped to an experimental table, subjected to repeated electric shocks.
“After you’ve digested, remember to clean this place up.”
Luo En wiped his hands as he walked out of the kitchen, casually instructing.
Following that, he seemed to remember something and added with a smile,
“Oh, and that chair you sat on, wash it a few more times.”
Freya turned her head stiffly to look at the chair that seemed to have been drenched in a downpour, and thinking of the torture she had endured all night, tears of frustration rolled down her cheeks.
As the door closed with a creak, the retreating figure left Freya lying on the floor, clenching her fists while staring at the faint glow of the dark red runes on her abdomen.
No, if this goes on, she’ll be tormented to death by that bastard sooner or later!
To die in such a way as a female warrior of the Warner Clan…
Freya shivered at the thought, a profound fear sprouting in her heart.
That would be utterly disgraceful.
But a direct confrontation was out of the question, she was no match for that guy, and now she was also branded with a Compulsory Divine Seal, let alone fighting with him, even the thought of rebellion seemed likely to be quashed by him.
After contemplating deeply for a while, Freya’s gaze flickered ominously.
As a Valkyrie of the Warner Divine Race, she inherently possessed the great Life Authority, which was manifested in two aspects for female deities.
First, bringing excellent physical qualities that make the host a qualified warrior;
Second, related to love, desire, and reproduction, giving the host a powerful attraction to the opposite sex, and consequently producing superior bloodlines.
As a female warrior of the Warner Race, she had nearly reached the peak of the first aspect, but was still not a match for him.
Since brute force wasn’t working, the only option was to play it soft.
For instance, fully utilizing her feminine charms, psychologically conquering that guy, making him kneel at her feet.
The best outcome would be to let him also taste the bitterness of being overwhelmed to death!
Thinking of past humiliations, Freya gritted her silver teeth, hardened her heart, and decisively began to switch the nature of her Divine Power.
In the dimly lit hall, the golden aura gradually retracted its edge and started to diffuse a subtle, seductive pink glow.
At the same time, an oblivious Luo En stretched and walked leisurely toward the cellar.
To “fully feed” the recently defiant Freya and teach her a lesson, he has nearly used up all the ingredients in the kitchen to prepare a large quantity of dishes.
But after being busy all night, even though he had successfully “filled” Freya, he hadn’t had a bite of a hot meal.
Now that he had some free time, Luo En really did feel a bit tired and intended to go to the cellar to fetch some food and drinks to reward himself.
However, before reaching the cellar, a trail of tiny footprints caught his attention.
Judging by the style of the shoes and the depth of the footprints, they belonged neither to Heluo nor Hela.
At the same time, rustling noises came from inside the cellar.
“Who’s there? Come out!”
Luo En’s expression turned cold and he kicked open the half-closed cellar door, shouting loudly.
The thunderous echo rolled throughout the cellar, causing a petite figure in the corner to shiver, dropping the jug in her hands to the floor, where it shattered, spilling golden liquid everywhere.
“Wuu, my Honey Wine…”
The small figure recovered from the shock, looking at the broken jug on the floor with a pained expression that almost brought her to tears.
“It’s my Honey Wine!”
Luo En corrected with a cold snort, then activated the Fluorite lamps embedded in the cellar’s stone walls and looked toward the little thief who dared to steal from him.
Unexpectedly, it was a little girl not taller than one meter twenty, even shorter than ten-year-old Hela.
Her long hair, the color of ripe wheat, was tied into two loose ponytails, and her pure eyes were like a pair of flawless sapphire gems, combined with her nervous and bewildered little face, reminded Luo En of a lost and frightened deer in the forest.
Luo En frowned, “Whose kid are you? What are you doing here?”
The golden-haired little girl stammered in response, nervously retreating into the shadows.
There was a small bed made of straw and leaves, just right for the little girl’s stature.
She had made a nest here?
Luo En’s face darkened, and he scoffed angrily,
“Fri-, a friend told me to come…”
The little girl replied timidly, her expression a mix of confusion and grievance.
Luo En was taken aback for a moment, then tentatively asked,
“I don’t know what they’re called…”