"Amelia, let's leave it at that. You can find another Scholar, and I can find a way to survive as well," Lyle said.

Amelia hesitated for a moment. If Lyle was really ready to give up, she didn't have much of a choice.

"Lyle, don't you want to buy a house? There's nothing that can't be achieved with a few million gold coins. The Oak Tavern can give you fifty gold coins, and I can give you..." Amelia gritted her teeth, "one hundred."

"That's the most hurtful thing you could say. Are you really planning to hire a servant?" Lyle smiled at Amelia and ignored her.

His gaze shifted to Flo, who was standing nearby.

"What is it?" he asked.

Flo had jet-black eyes, wore a black dress, and had a cute, petite figure like a doll. She was widely known as the Grim Reaper of Moon Bloom.

"I know you don't listen to me," Lyle placed his hand on her head and rubbed it. "But from now on, nobody will be there to hold your hand. Be careful on your own."

It was Flo's favorite pastime, much like the mischievous children Lyle had seen in his previous life, playing with firecrackers and exploding cow dung.

The monsters in the dungeon, in other words, the residents of the dungeon, included those with mild temperaments.

All the information about Ishegard was fragmented.

In this splendid and magical dungeon, gathering clues was an important part of advancing.

But Flo didn't care. When she saw a monster, she would blast it first.

Children were ignorant and liked to play with explosives.

Flo's expression stiffened. "Don't touch me."

In Flo's eyes, things were simple.

If you don't listen, lock yourself in the basement. Just kidding.

But honestly, because of the peculiar source of magic, Flo's figure had hardly changed over the years.

This led this obnoxious man to treat her like a little sister against her will.

Who wants to be your sister?

The rebellious phase was about to pierce through the roof.

Lyle withdrew his hand and locked eyes with the glaring girl for a while.

"Let's go."

"After you leave, there won't be anyone nagging at me, stopping me from exploding this and that," Flo extended her finger and made a gesture.

Watching him and the silhouette of the pointed-eared woman.

Amelia slowly nibbled on her finger, her expression somewhat aggrieved.

Rarely did she want to help him and do something good for him.

And he rejected it?

Do you think you can rely on brewing alcohol to get rid of me, missy?

"Flo, come with me to find Eber," Amelia said.

The porcelain doll-like Flo tilted her head. "What do you want to do?"

Amelia smiled gently, "Lyle is planning to become a brewer. He's our partner, so let's secretly help him."

Flo paused for a moment.

Secretly?

After tonight's banquet.

If the Silver Merchant Council really did come looking for him.

Who wouldn't know it was your doing?

"Are you trying to help him, or do you want him to know you're helping him? So when he comes to you, you can play the victim, cover your chest, and say I just wanted to help you, I care about you... How pathetic," Flo said.

Amelia clutched her chest in confusion. "Flo, what are you saying? Why would you think of me like that? I genuinely care about Lyle."

Flo smiled happily.

"No, I was just talking nonsense. Let's go, I'll accompany you."

Meanwhile, as Lyle reached the door, someone called out to him.

"Mr. Lyle."

One of Eber's wives stood beside him with a smile.

"Sorry, but Eber can't go for a nap with you today. This is his membership card for Dreamland, and all your expenses there will be covered by the Silver Guild."

The small silver card was engraved with a mysterious address and exquisite patterns. Lyle looked carefully at it.

Sue's tail seemed to have the same design.

Lyle was a bit surprised, "You misunderstand, I never go to that kind of place."

It's like giving a foot-washing card after a business deal.

Dreamland is the biggest red light district in all of Eofer.

The woman smiled, "Mr. Lyle, please accept it. You are an important partner to us."

Eber had already told everything.

It was you who dragged him there.

He never used to go to that kind of place. After some consideration, Lyle said, "Fine, thank you."

The woman laughed softly with her hand over her mouth, "You're welcome, Mr. Lyle. Please visit often."

Lyle felt a bit helpless.

But honestly, if he had the time, he could give it a try.

Whether it was enchanting or not didn't really matter.

Just to take a look.

Lilith said cautiously, "Of course, the teacher wouldn't go to that kind of place! We already have a succubus at home, and our succubus is much more beautiful than any in Dreamland!"

"Huh?"

The woman was momentarily stunned. The expenses in Dreamland could range from a couple of silver coins to several gold coins in one night.

But to take a succubus home was different.

It would cost several hundred or even thousands of gold coins.

Every succubus was a shared wealth of Eofer, If you want to bring them home for personal use, You have to pay extra. Discussing this matter with a dignified and elegant woman, Lyle felt embarrassed and quickly took Lilith away.

"Alright, you go back on your own." Lyle put Lilith down on the street and prepared to return to his own inn.

"Where is the teacher going?" "I'll be making wine at the Oak Tavern these next two days. I'm tired, so I'm going back to rest."

"Going to Dreamland to rest?" Lilith looked alarmed.

Lyle paused, "Right."

"!!"

Lilith tugged on his sleeve, "Isn't Sue much prettier than those succubi? Hey, hey! Don't look down on Sue!"

Lyle pondered, "So?"

"Teacher, I really can't control where you go!" Lilith was really anxious, "But do you know the nature of succubi?"

"Succubi are symbols of sin."

"Yes, after you do it with a succubus, her scent will forever remain on your body. Succubi use this to boast about their victory and conquest."

Lyle paused, "Like a dog peeing?" "Something like that, and this scent will always be there." Lilith said seriously, "Other people may not smell it, but Sue will definitely be able to."

Lyle thought about her words for a moment.

This characteristic was probably similar to the natural scent of elves, right?

Both are innate. "But I don't have anything to do with that succubus."

Lilith shook her head firmly, "I just feel that someone as good as you, teacher, shouldn't be misunderstood by Sue."

Lyle waved his hand, "You're thinking too much, even if that succubus is good-looking, I never intended to improve my favorability with her."

Lilith blushed, her pair of azure blue pupils seemed to be able to speak, "If it really doesn't work, Teacher, I, I can be... Huh? Teacher, don't leave! You really want to go to... sob, sob, sob...

"Lyle gave her a glare and said, "I'm going to the laboratory”