Chapter 32- happy mood

Calculating the time, Frank saw he had a few hours. He packed his belongings and kicked Chris, who was lying in a post-orgasmic stupor, gently to wake her up. He asked her about her plans.

Chris, still dazed, said softly, "I need to go find my mother and apply for a travel permit. I've fed, so I can be independent now… but thinking about not seeing you for a while makes me so sad."

"That's up to you. I'll be at the Adventurers' Guild in Lorsa for five days. If you can make it back in time, you should leave now."

"Uh-huh… please lend me some money."

"What?"

"I'm a succubus. I don't eat normal food or wear normal clothes. I've never collected those metal pieces. But you've worn me out so much I can barely walk. I can't fly back to Celestial. I need to buy an airship ticket."

Frank thought for a moment, assessed the situation, and said, "Or you could come with me after noon for another round. You seem pretty friendly towards me now, maybe the goddess will reward you."

Chris seemed hesitant. She wiggled her tail and rubbed her slender waist. "I do want it… but I feel like my waist might break if we continue. I don't want to be the first succubus in history to be broken by a human…"

"Never mind, then."

"No, no, no, no!" She quickly grabbed his pants with her toes. "I'll just get poisoned again. I'm almost used to it."

Thinking about needing to deal with Ivanka around noon, Frank considered making some effective stamina supplements with his alchemy skills. Although Vicky had blessed his sexual prowess, he still needed to take care of physical wear and tear on his own.

Patting Tiffany's shoulder, who was still amazed that her master could earn fifty gold in five days, Frank pointed to the packed luggage and Chris, who had reverted to her ordinary form.

"Help me take Chris and the luggage for a run. First, go open a room at Moon's Rest. It should be quiet and have good soundproofing. Don't worry about the money, the Adventurer's Guild will foot the bill. Understand?"

Chris draped her arm around Maya's shoulder, smiling. "Don't worry, honey pot, I can handle places like Moon's Rest. Just don't make me go into the Adventurer's Guild."

"Are you afraid of the adventurers there?"

"I wasn't afraid before. Only those with higher magical abilities than mine have a chance of seeing through my illusions. But now, thanks to you... magical abilities have hit rock bottom, and I don't even dare to lift my hood in broad daylight."

"Alright, you two go do that. I'll run to the merchants' guild and the market to buy some materials we need. Once the room is ready, Tiffany, wait for me in the lobby of Moon's Rest. Chris, you can sleep. You seem as tired as we are after a night of no sleep."

Chris yawned. "Yeah... I hate moving around in sunlight. Feels like it'll ruin my beautiful skin."

Tiffany muttered softly, "Is blue skin considered attractive?"

"This is succubus blue, a top-notch color praised by painters." Chris boasted, not hiding her pride. "In some places, dancers even use body paint to achieve this look. Too bad their pores are visible from a mile away, making them look ugly as hell."

"Um..." the little servant girl fell into thought.

Frank intervened just in time. "Tiffany, I like your fair and clear skin. No dyeing allowed."

"Yes, master."

Two gold coins were no longer small change; in terms of food as a reference for purchasing power, those two little yellow pieces were worth at least tens of thousands. However, Frank's goal was high-quality materials that his current Harvest skill couldn't produce.

He also bought a bunch of portable containers wholesale, spending money like water, prompting the chubby merchant at the materials store to urge him to become a member.

Not wanting to expose "Storage" to strangers, Frank had to carry the bags himself, taking several detours and slipping into a dark alley before opening his pocket to stash the materials into the space ring... no, Ivanka's soul.

Intentionally, he quietly opened communication but didn't call out, just wanting to hear how much pain she was in when he stored things inside.

"Ah... here it comes again... ugh... it hurts, it's so swollen... bastard, you bastard... how long are you going to torture me... ugh..."

He thought for a moment, then pulled out a few large bottles to test the pleasure of retrieving items.

"Mm... ah... I hate it... it's always like this... so annoying..." That hint of coquettishness was still quite enticing. Maybe before bed, he could close his eyes and imagine Ivanka's once youthful beauty, and use a couple of heavy props to simulate rape a few times.

Not wanting to talk to her for the time being, he folded up the pocket and stuffed it in, cutting off communication, and headed to Moon's Rest.

With this skill, Ivanka was indeed convenient to use. The three hundred or so portable bottles, large, medium, and small, weighed over twenty kilograms altogether. Even though they weren't easily breakable, lugging them around was exhausting.

But just by stuffing them into her, she would at most let out a few cries in his soul, and then there would be no weight at all, easy and enjoyable. With such a good tool, he couldn't let her run away again.

When he arrived, waiting at the entrance of Moon's Rest wasn't just Tiffany, but also the administrator Miss Joan. Joan's long rabbit ears shook with enthusiasm when she saw Frank.

"Why are you here? Isn't the Adventurer's Guild very busy?"

"Lorsa is a small place," Joan's voice was soft and sweet, as if it were glazed carrots, "we only need one of the two administrators to stay behind on ordinary days. For me, the only task lately has been to arrange your itinerary, so I've been waiting here at Moon's Rest early on. Your room is ready; it's on the third floor and has a very large bed."

Her unabashedly respectful demeanor made Frank feel a little light-hearted. He quickly restrained himself and said softly, "That's good. After you finish your preparations, I can start tomorrow. About the salary..."

"Daily pay is fine," Joan immediately chimed in. "The workload we're hoping for is all listed on the inventory, which I've placed in your residence. You can take a look during your afternoon break. According to our detailed calculations, with your blending skills, the medications on the list should only require about six hours of work per day. I believe it won't tire you out too much and affect your rendezvous with your beloved girl."

The other party seemed quite considerate, so Frank considered for a moment and smiled, saying, "Well, then, I'll just wait to get to work."

"Oh, but..." Joan hesitated and took a few steps closer, grabbing his hand with her soft one and pulling him aside slightly, whispering, "According to the rules of the Adventurer's Guild, even for someone as talented as Mr. Frank, such a high-paying commission still requires a small test. I hope you don't mind."

"No problem. When do we start?" Frank didn't mind; after all, he had to interview for a job, and this one involved such a large sum of money.

"You can come to the guild anytime after your lunch break, and I'll arrange it for you."

"Okay, then. See you later." Frank glanced at the clock on the wall; it wasn't far from noon. "I'm a bit tired, so I'll take my leave."

"Oh, I was going to say... Please have lunch at a nearby restaurant. Are you very tired?" Joan asked.

"I mainly have some personal matters to attend to."

"Can you make it later?" There was a hint of ambition in Joan's eyes. "I also need to go back to the guild to explain some things about the test."

"Can I bring Tiffany with me?" He didn't want to leave the little slave girl alone for dinner.

But Tiffany obviously didn't think so. She believed it was very important to maintain a good relationship with the local administrator of the Adventurer's Guild. She immediately shook her head and said, "Master, Chris and I have already eaten. You can go to your appointment alone. Please don't let someone like me appear inappropriately at the invitation of a beautiful lady." It wasn't a very good lie, as Chris didn't eat at all.

But Frank knew Tiffany had her stubborn side, and seeing the pained expression on Joan's face, he suspected that the restaurant might not be suitable for bringing a slave girl along. He could only nod and say, "Okay, then... around one o'clock?"

"Sure," Joan replied happily. "One o'clock, I'll still be here waiting for you. I would be honored to have lunch with you and hope to make you feel pleasant. Well, I'll go back to the guild now. See you later."

"See you later..." As Frank finished speaking, he felt a moment of dizziness.

Joan's appearance was definitely enough to call her a beauty, and her temperament was very pleasant. In the past world, he wouldn't have had the courage to continue keeping in touch even if he met someone through blind dating.

And now, such a girl would actively invite him to dinner and show a very joyful expression after he agreed.

That's not a slave girl; she's an administrator of the Adventurer's Guild. In a small town like Lorsa, she's already considered a prominent figure on the fringe of high society. It feels really good.

He was in a very happy mood and immediately used the remaining money to order a deluxe single meal, rewarding the obedient and well-behaved Tiffany. He spent every last coin of the two gold pieces.

When you have the ability to earn money, there's no need to worry at all.