The house Lilith bought wasn't really big.

It was just a two-story small loft, not any kind of mansion.

The price was not cheap, and a winding staircase led up to the second floor.

There were facilities like the kitchen, which was clean, and resembled a homestay.

Lyle threw her onto the bed.

Looking around by the moonlight, the elf's room... indeed, has a girly touch.

Pink duvet, pink pillows.

There was even a doll by the bedside.

But as she said, there was a very nice floral scent...

Was this the unique body scent of the elf clan?

"So hot..."

Lilith was rolling restlessly.

After a while, she drowsily curled her legs and groped to remove her black stockings, revealing her snowy slender legs.

There was one question that Lyle was always curious about.

In the world of magic, various production technologies have not developed much.

Not many people were interested in research.

For example, there was no need for things like explosives at all.

A top-level mage is a human-shaped nuclear bomb.

Only one point, various women's clothing, has developed rapidly.

There are all sorts of things like black stockings, white stockings, maid skirts, suspender skirts.

One can only say that this species, no matter where, is truly against the sky.

But he didn't intend to keep watching her remove her stockings.

He was just curious about the material of the stockings.

If I took one stealthily, would she notice?

That seems too obvious.

Should I take both?

Lyle pondered for a while.

It still felt too perverted.

But for a man to go to a store to buy stockings, that's even more perverted.

Moreover, theoretically, stockings and feet covered all day should not smell too good…

But as Lilith completely exposed her bare feet and threw her sheer black stockings on the bed, that floral scent became stronger.

Even can be said to be, fragrant and refreshing, soothing the mind.

Able to attract butterflies with the superior body scent.

When doing that... there must be some natural aphrodisiac effects.

Lyle couldn't imagine what was beneath this elf girl's clothes, a sight of ultimate soft fragrant jade.

He took a sniff and went downstairs.

When he opened the door, a faint painful hum came to his ears.

Lyle listened carefully, it came from the direction of the kitchen.

By the way, didn't Lilith mention she had a roommate?

Lyle closed the door and headed for the kitchen.

Only to be a bit taken aback by the scene before him.

There was an open first aid kit on the floor.

Scissors, a small knife, bandages were scattered everywhere.

There was a girl sitting in the corner.

Silver hair, deep red pupils, and a petite tail with a heart-shaped tip at the sacrum.

Wearing the most common "Swordsmaster" robe.

Is this... a succubus?

Eofer does not have racial conflicts, and can coexist.

However, there's a disdain chain.

Humans look down on other races.

The other Racian disdain each other.

And everyone looks down on the succubus.

Except in the Dreamland.

Many people even like to have the succubus call them daddy or brother.

But Lyle has not yet experienced the taste of a succubus.

His gaze fell on the succubus's calf, and his pupils narrowed slightly.

"Who's there?"

"Don't move, I'm Lilith's friend."

Lyle's voice sank a bit as he picked up the small knife from the ground, "You've come into contact with the corruption in the cemetery on the ninth floor. If this chunk of flesh isn't cut out by tomorrow, your whole calf muscle will necrotize."

Before the succubus could react, the knife cut sideward quickly into the black flesh.

Her body trembled violently, her tail instinctively wrapping around Lyle's hand.

"Brace yourself."

The succubus's blood flowed from her calf to Lyle's hand and then dropped to the floor, scalding hot.

Lyle grimaced as the heat stung his hand, but he held tightly onto her ankle.

No one knew how she had come into contact with the corruption.

Seeing her arch her foot in pain, Lyle could only hurry to remove the infected area.

"I... will kill you…"

Fortunately, it hadn't reached the bone. He quickly tore the gauze, wrapping it and the herbs again and again around the succubus's calf.

"Rest for a few days, change the bluegrass herb and gauze yourself, and you'll be fine."

Lyle threw his knife into the pool, examining his scorched, reddened hand.

The succubus also reacted, realizing that the man was saving her.

She clung to her knees, curling up in the corner of the kitchen, silent.

Her long tail lay softly on the ground.

The entire process was rather swift, thanks to Lyle's decisiveness.

Her threat, initially filled with murderous intent, had gradually turned into a vigilant alertness.

After a while, she spoke up stiffly,

"Your hand."

Lyle shook his head, "I'm fine. But you, as a Swordsmaster, where is your Priest?"

"I don't have a Priest."

The succubus's face cooled instantly, "They're just a bunch of scumbags who believe in holy light, do you think they'd be willing to team up with me?"

Lyle frowned.

In simple terms, the holy light that they believe in is the light, warmth, and growth brought by the sun.

The Priests in the Cathedral espouse self-discipline, mercy, and purity.

Amelia was among the top of her class.

Her abilities mainly involve healing and purification.

As a Scholar, he naturally sympathizes more with Priests, who are also support classes, than Swordsmasters and Casters.

Perhaps succubi and the holy light are natural enemies.

"So you're saying, you don't have a team? Including a Scholar or a Caster?"

Lyle packed up the emergency medical kit on the ground. "In a dungeon, it's impossible to go it alone."

"I know, but I don't want to be like other succubi, stuck in the Dreamland, serving others with body."

"Well, suit yourself."

Lyle didn't express agreement or disagreement. "Are you and Lilith, roommates?"

"Yes, we bought this house together."

The succubus, perhaps because he had just helped her, didn't refuse to answer the man... who seemed to be rather talkative.

In fact, her leg was still numb.

And she couldn't stand up.

Lyle was speechless.

With such a wide variety of elves like Lilith, plus a succubus.

Any man who enters this house would have to worry about whether they could leave alive, right?

"Are you a Scholar?"

Lyle denied, "No."

The succubus nodded, not saying anything more.

"What about Lilith?"

"She's drunk. Rest yourself, no need to bother about her."

The succubus glanced at him and remained silent for a while.

Finally, she limped towards the upper floor, leaning on the wall for support."Don't get wet in these two days; if you really can't stand it, just wipe with a towel."

The figure of the succubus paused for a moment, then continued to prop himself up against the wall, disappearing around the corner of the stairs.

Could he at least say thank you?

Lyle sighed, pulling out a chair to sit in the living room.

A drunkard.

A half-invalid.

And a succubus adventurer?

This is really the first time he's seen such a thing.