After suppressing his urge to complain, Mason turned his gaze toward Tos and Brian, asking,
“Uh… Those two aren’t that kind of relationship, are they?”
Otherwise, there was no way to explain how someone could get kicked in the face and not only not get angry, but even lie on the ground grinning like a fool.
Unless he was a masochist, there was really no other explanation.
“Oh, that?”
Tos answered without hesitation, “No, no, the two of them are totally innocent, at least for now.”
“Doesn’t really look like it…”
Mason fell into thought.
As a prominent figure in the Empire, he was highly skilled at reading people and situations, able to thoroughly analyze anything and anyone.
From his current analysis, Red… was definitely a little strange.
He had gotten the recording of the Baiyang Dawn Festival from the lord of Nightfall Town, Bafitos.
That enormous, terrifying Mechanical Hand—even he couldn’t make sense of its structure.
And honestly, if they could mass-produce that Mechanical Hand, it would be a devastating weapon for siege warfare between nations.
Perhaps only a Forbidden Spell could compare, but the amount of mana a Forbidden Spell consumes is just ridiculous.
According to what Bafitos said at the time, he barely sensed any mana fluctuations at all.
That’s truly terrifying.
So even now, Bafitos still hadn’t figured out what Liz was thinking, or why she wanted Red, a mere alchemist, to stand at the very front line.
That could easily prevent him from using his full strength.
But how to win him over?
From what he knew so far, Red wasn’t interested in money or power—instead, he seemed to have a bit of desire for beauty.
However, that kind of beauty wasn’t “big granny” or anything, so Monica was basically out of the running.
But if it was that silly goose, Mason wouldn’t put much hope in that either.
Since that’s the case…
Mason thought of a way.
Getting Red himself was going to be tricky, but dealing with Tia wouldn’t be hard.
Even though both of them kept stressing there was nothing special between them, who could really say what was going on behind the scenes?
After all, in literature, there’s a kind of relationship called… “frenemies.”
Maybe those two were just like that?
“Forget it, forget it,” just as Mason was pondering, Red waved his hand, his voice carrying a hint of tiredness, “Let’s all disperse, go rest, standing around in this dump is pointless.”
“No way!”
Tos slammed the table and jumped up, “Today I’m going to let you experience the wonders of a woman, Red! Otherwise, you’ll keep getting played around by Letia day after day—how can that be right? As your brother, I can’t let you keep being toyed with by Letia!”
“To be precise,” Brian added, “it’s being toyed with under her feet.”
“Tsk… In your eyes, am I really such a hopeless case? Besides, what’s wrong with liking white stockings? It’s not being lecherous, it’s the ultimate loyalty to desire.”
Red straightened up, looking righteous.
“On the other hand, you guys would take any woman you can get, that’s what’s really hopeless, so no thanks.”
“How about we try another place? I heard there’s a High-class Succubus who’ll step on your back with white stockings.”
Brian offered his suggestion at just the right moment.
Red’s departing footsteps paused.
“All right, I’ll trust you guys this once.”
Mason silently made a sweat-drop emoji in his heart.
Compared to the previous succubus bar, this one was much more high-end in both decor and atmosphere.
Seeing Mason looking around, Tos couldn’t help but nudge him in the chest.
“Don’t bother looking, they’re all High-class Succubi here—they only sell their art, not their bodies. If you want to make a move on them, you’d better use a more legitimate approach.”
Red nodded in agreement.
He had to admit, the aura these succubi gave off didn’t have that vulgar, lustful stench, but instead a refreshing magical fragrance.
Like the scent of orchids—even Red, who was highly sensitive to mana, found it very pleasant.
And because he was so sensitive to mana, Red usually didn’t come to the succubus street.
After all, he’d once met a succubus beckoning him from the roadside, and she smelled like Tos…
“So relax and enjoy yourself, Red. This is one of the few truly legitimate places, though I have to admit, it is a bit pricey.”
“That’s not a problem,” Mason spoke up at this point, “I’ll cover the bill. After all, it’s not easy for us to meet like this.”
“Hahaha!”
Tos clapped Mason on the shoulder, laughing, “No need, no need! We’re all Adventurers. Maybe we have to pinch pennies for other things, but for this sort of place… there’s no way we’d ever skimp.”
For once, Mason was starting to doubt himself.
Doubt whether he’d wandered into a den of thieves.
“Boss lady! Footbath, massage, and full service, I’ll take them all!”
As a regular, Tos stepped forward and placed his order first.
“I’ll have the same.”
The rest of them also stepped up to order their services.
“All right, four guests in total, private room 204.”
Under the guidance of a young High-class Succubus waitress, the four of them quickly arrived at private room 204.
Once they found a spot to lie down, Tos let out an incredibly contented sigh.
“So, what do you think of this place? See, Red, you really misunderstand Succubus Street. It’s not all about that kind of business.”
As Tos was rambling on, four young High-class Succubi entered the room.
“Technician No.10086, at your service. May I ask what service you’d like first?”
The young succubus bowed respectfully to Red.
After thinking for a moment, Red replied,
“I’ll take a massage first.”
The feeling of Letia stepping on his back last time had been so good, he couldn’t help but miss it a little.
Though it was a bit of a pity—the succubus he randomly got this time was wearing black stockings, but she looked pretty decent.
Maybe not as good as that rascal Letia, and as for being compared with Litt, not a chance.
At this moment, Tos noticed something on the ground.
“Red, you dropped something from your pocket. What’s this?”
Tos picked up the recording crystal.
Red, still enjoying the pleasure of being stepped on, answered absent-mindedly,
“That? It’s a video of the White Stockings Bishop.”
“Oh~ and there’s a Projection Device here, too. Perfect, let’s take a look!”
Just then, Red suddenly realized something was wrong, but it was too late to stop him.
Tos pressed play, and on the screen in front of them, it was clearly a voyeuristic angle.
And in the very center of the screen was a bishop wearing women’s clothes.
Right after that—whoosh! whoosh! whoosh!
As if avoiding the source of a plague, Brian, Tos, and Mason all simultaneously, swiftly slid their positions farther away.
“Letia! You sneaky bastard, you set me up!!”
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