The wall skill was impressive. Even with a heavy load, Allen moved so fast after summoning the stone wall that he was nearly invisible—but that wasn't the main point.
The point was—after Allen passed through, the wall didn't disappear. Instead, it stayed firmly in place, serving perfectly as both a guide and an obstacle.
That's right. Since you betray your teammates first, don't blame me—I'll hit back in kind.
Allen didn't even glance back.
When he reached the gate, he deliberately erected a thick wall there too, Jarvan's skill was truly a god-tier move for sabotaging teammates!
Watching Allen execute his flawless set of "betrayal skills," the fox—just coming back to her senses in his arms—couldn't help but question whether involving Allen in this operation had been wise. He's way too practiced at backstabbing teammates.
However, this thought was quickly dismissed. After all, the three others had mercilessly betrayed her, but Allen had saved her. Beyond that, after swearing an unbreakable vow, Allen had become someone she could trust completely.
Mm.
So, as she looked at Allen with a relieved smile, a merciless hand strike came down—Allen even intentionally increased the force to counter the fox's mystical lineage.
His top priority was to get her out alive, not conscious—there's a significant difference between the two.
She already had the loot she wanted. Getting her out safely was the priority—the deal had to be fulfilled. That crazy woman had nearly cost him everything earlier; what if something went wrong along the way?
Hoisting the fox like a piece of timber, Allen followed the paths noted by that unlucky old wizard in his journal. He wasn't sure if the others had noticed the route they took, nor whether a second batch might come along it. If intercepted, things would get interesting.
One thing was clear: Allen wasn't intimidated by fighting them one-on-one, but carrying the fox changed everything—he wasn't about to risk a fight while hauling a hostage!
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The journey was uneventful.
Once a heavy stone slab was pushed aside, a bearded man emerged carrying a beautiful woman—like a mountain bandit returning from a raid.
Indeed, this bearded man was Allen transformed after using a compound potion. To avoid his teammates recognizing him by age and to maintain a disguise, he had assumed a new appearance. The effect was excellent. Except for the old man who could see through it, no one else recognized him.
Naturally, this caused quite a bit of chaos. While Allen cooked, the fox, waking groggily, screamed—toppling a perfectly prepared pot of soup. If Allen hadn't dodged and blocked with a protective charm, the scalding liquid would have drenched him.
Excellent, powerful—innate wandless spellcasting of a wizard.
Its defining feature? Swift and invisible—unlike most offensive spells, dodging it didn't make you safe.
Allen gazed at the spilled soup and fixed the fox with a long look.
"You do realize you ruined our dinner, don't you?"
Despite knocking over his soup, Allen had to forgive her—after all, she still hadn't handed over the final thousand Galleons owed. Collecting wages these days was no simple task, and Allen prided himself on being a gentleman when it came to getting what he deserved.
The fox had attacked purely out of confusion—she'd seen a strange face while unconscious.
Allen's original appearance had left a deep impression on her, and this new, somewhat criminal-looking disguise naturally triggered her instincts.
Upon waking, the first thing she did was check her pocket. Seeing the massive snake orb she'd fought for still there, she quietly exhaled in relief.
Her most urgent objective had been secured. That was enough—no need to ask about the process or results.
Just kidding.
Though Allen privately called her "fox fox," there was no denying she was a stunning beauty—easily 95% or higher, thanks to her fox-blooded lineage.
As for "princess syndrome"—poor, ugly, and bad-tempered? Or rich, ugly, and bad-tempered? If both, then she's a true princess, not sick.
Clearly, the fox had both qualities. Being a little petty wasn't a problem, especially since her head still throbbed faintly from Allen's earlier strike.
Soon, she realized she was lying on a woven vine blanket, not thrown on the floor—slightly easing her resentment, though barely.
Although serious and commanding during the adventure, once her wishes were fulfilled, her naturally lazy temperament resurfaced. She used magic to clean the dust from when Allen carried her like cargo and watched him helplessly tidy the mess. Numerous pranks and schemes flitted through her mind.
"Hey, kid—how about undoing your compound potion effects? I can't get used to it." She squinted mischievously under the firelight, hiding her playful intent.
"Don't joke around—I'll collapse if this wizard robe returns to normal!" Allen shot her a what are you thinking look—had he hit her too hard earlier?
"You haven't paid for hitting me! Should I add medical and nutrition fees to your bill?" Her tone was light, but the attack was real—this was Allen's own bill being thrown back at him.
Fine—debtor is the boss! Allen grumpily dispelled the potion effect. Seconds later, a tiny wizard, just reaching the fox's eye level and wrapped like an elephant, stood up—a comical sight.
Naturally, the fox laughed uncontrollably at the absurd contrast.
Suppressing her laughter, she half-covered her mouth.
"Mm, next, you—"
Slap!
Allen's magical claw snatched into the fox's pocket.
One coin… two coins… Counting to the thousandth, though more money remained, Allen returned the rest to the bag—he had principles.
No one was touching his money!
Mm! That's right!
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