bioinnovel Chapter 141 Letter Sent to Losaran
Chapter 141 Letter Sent to Losaran
When Lynn returned to Silverdew Village, it was almost dusk.
He casually held a writhing vampire duke named Linor in his left hand.
"Let go! You rude human trash! I, the Grand Duke, will walk my own path!!" Linor bared her small fangs, her bloodshot eyes glaring angrily, her fair face flushed with rage.
Her limbs flailed in the air in vain, like a cat being grabbed by the scruff of its neck.
This appearance is actually quite cute.
"Quiet down, Your Grace." Lynn didn't stop walking, glancing at her with a mischievous smile.
"If you keep making noise, I'll make you drink garlic water tonight."
"You dare—!" Linor bristled even more, her fangs gleaming faintly in the dimming light. "A vampire duke will never yield! Once I regain my strength, I will surely… ugh!"
Before she could finish speaking, a finger was already inserted into her incessantly chattering mouth.
"Waaah... What are you doing, you stinky little fish?!" Linor protested indistinctly, trying to turn her head but unable to break free.
"Please drink some blood and be quiet for a while," Lynn said casually.
"Hmph... Fine, fine, you know what's good for you, you know to offer sacrifices to this great duke..." Linor said defiantly, but her body was very honest. She took a small bite of her fingertip, and then, incredibly sweet and mellow blood slid into her throat.
Her eyes widened instantly, the anger in her bloodshot pupils replaced by astonishment and intoxication—how could this human's blood taste so good?
She unconsciously began to suckle slowly, her eyes squinting.
She didn't even bother to resist Lynn's other hand ruffling her black hair. She even let out a slightly satisfied purr. Her previous fierce and aggressive demeanor had vanished without a trace. She really looked like a puppy that had been stroked and comfortably groomed.
Arriving at the ancient treehouse, a familiar figure was already waiting in the twilight.
Leah was the first to rush over.
"Brother! You're back!" She rushed straight into Lynn's arms and rubbed against him affectionately.
"Yes, you're back." Lynn gently stroked her soft hair with his free right hand, his eyes warm.
Leah looked at the unfamiliar black-haired girl Lynn was carrying in his left hand, and tilted her head curiously, asking, "Brother, why did you bring back another pretty young lady?"
"A prisoner, a spoil of war, named Linor," Lynn said casually.
"Human trash, I'm just..." Linor wanted to say something more.
As a result, Lynn stuffed a dried fish into his mouth and shut him up.
"Oh, really?" Leah glanced at Lynn's reaction and felt that things weren't as simple as Lynn had made them out to be, but she didn't say anything.
"Yes, yes, Leah, this girl has a really foul mouth, so I gagged her with something," Lynn explained.
"Hmph, you can't trust a word this guy says." Vera walked over with her arms crossed, her emerald eyes scanning Lynn's entire body to make sure he was unharmed.
Then she turned her head away, slightly raised her chin, and snorted, "This guy promised last time that he'd take me with him every time he went out, but he's not taking me this time?"
"It's a complete fabrication."
"I think he only kidnapped her because he was lusting after her beauty."
"I heard from my aunt that this guy even went to the City of Eternity."
"The elves of the Eternal City are famous for their beauty, especially my aunt, who is a renowned beauty among the wood elves."
"Is the Prophet about to become completely absorbed in it?"
His tone was as arrogant as ever.
After saying that, Vera glanced at Lynn, her intense jealousy impossible to conceal.
Seeing that her baby was jealous again, Lynn knew it was time to act.
He casually tossed Linor to the ground and looked up at the twilight sky before speaking.
"No matter how beautiful the elves of the Eternal City are, they cannot compare to the moonlight of the silver dew."
After saying that, Lynn looked sincerely at Vera's pretty face, which was filled with jealousy, and said with a smile, "Because of Silver Dew, there are people waiting for me to come home."
Vera turned her face away and muttered softly, "Who's waiting for you..."
However, the tips of her ears were already noticeably red.
At that moment, another figure walked out from behind the tree, somewhat hesitantly.
It's Sylvia.
Her pretty face flushed slightly, and her eyes darted away, unable to look directly at Lynn.
"Master, Master..." Sylvia's voice was very soft, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her apron.
When she saw Lynn, she was reminded of her own heroic act of drugging him.
Lynn said there was still punishment to be served.
Although she was a little scared, her longing still made her run over early in the morning.
Lynn gave her a half-smile: "Sylvia, while I was away, did you practice your cooking skills properly?"
"Yes, yes, Master! And the meal is already prepared, just waiting for you and Chief Elune to return." Sylvia nodded quickly.
"Very good." Lynn habitually reached out to pat her head to encourage her.
"Hey!" Vera was quicker, reaching out to gently slap Lynn's wrist away, her emerald eyes glaring at him with a hint of protectiveness.
"Lynn! You can't just ruffle a girl's hair like that!"
"In elven tradition, this is a very intimate gesture, and only... only people with a very special relationship can do it."
As she spoke, she suddenly thought of something, and her ears started to burn, but she still shielded Sylvia, whose cheeks were flushed, behind her back.
Sylvia hid behind Vera, her lips trembling as she hesitated to speak—Master… had actually massaged her more than once.
Moreover, they had actually done things much more intimate than "rubbing hair" together...
Lynn readily withdrew her hand, then naturally placed it over Vera's soft, silver hair, gently ruffling it, and chuckled, "Alright, so it's okay to ruffle our Vera's hair, right?"
"Who, who's yours!" Vera jumped back like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, covering her disheveled hair, her cheeks flushed red. Her earlier bravado vanished instantly, leaving only embarrassment and annoyance.
"Don't you dare touch my hair, you idiot Lynn!"
As Linor watched all this unfold, a wonderful idea suddenly popped into her head.
After a hearty meal and drinks.
Lynn sat down at the rough wooden table, spread out the papers, and took out a quill pen.
Lynn dipped his pen in ink, hesitated for a moment, and began to write.
Recipient: Avril Lozalan.
Identity: Chief Elder of the Kingdom of Lotharan, Emperor-level expert.
The letter was short, but every word was crucial.
He made it clear that Leah was there.
She described her identity as the orphan of the eldest prince and informed Lia of her identity as the Water Blue Goddess.
She mentioned her current situation and her adoption relationship.
Finally, it's an invitation, or rather, a choice.
The question is whether the council of elders should support the Kingdom of Lotharan in continuing to participate in the coalition war that could damage the kingdom's foundation, or welcome back a god who has been living abroad but possesses the most orthodox bloodline and claim to be a god.
Water Blue Goddess.
For the Lotharan elders, who regard bloodline purity as the highest belief, and especially for Avril herself, who has dedicated her life to pursuing the ultimate in bloodline purity, this is an irresistible temptation.
After this letter is sent, Lozalan's attitude will at least become ambiguous, and he may even secretly withdraw his troops.
The throne? Ironhead Charlie's ambition is utterly futile before the true Son of God.
Lynn could almost see the light that would shine in Avril's eyes when she read the letter.
This is not a conspiracy, it is an open strategy.
Control blood vessels with blood vessels.
After writing the last word, seal it and infuse it with a trace of natural magic as a mark.
Sylvia brought over a cup of freshly brewed herbal tea and gently placed it on the table, her face still slightly flushed: "Master, have some tea."
"Thank you." Lynn picked up the teacup, the warmth emanating from the ceramic bowl.
He looked out the window; dusk had fallen, and the scattered lights in the settlement were lighting up one after another, echoing the newly appearing stars in the sky.
A scene of peace.
But he knew that on the other side of the Iron Mountain Range, the Allied forces were gathering.
Warhorses neighed, and swords were drawn.
Faith may be able to change the situation to some extent, but blood and fire are ultimately difficult to completely avoid.
Lynn took a sip of tea; it was slightly bitter and sweet.
It's not bad at all.