“Then get some rest early. Remember, starting tomorrow, Lord Valois will be closely monitoring your training progress.”
Old John patted his shoulder. “Take care, kid.”
Watching Old John’s retreating figure, Fan Zhuo stood at the door, his emotions tangled.
Just as he reached for his keys, a familiar scent drifted into his nose.
That was… the smell of Ye Ying?
Fan Zhuo froze for a moment and sniffed carefully.
No doubt about it—this was Ye Ying’s unique, faintly floral body fragrance.
Delicate yet bewitching, like cherry blossoms blooming on a spring night, intoxicating anyone who caught a whiff.
But why was she here?
Following the scent, Fan Zhuo’s gaze finally landed on Lucien’s door.
On the ground by the doorway lay a few strands of snow-white fur.
Under the dim hallway light, the fur gleamed like silk—it was clearly from a fox’s tail.
Moreover, the texture was incredibly soft, something only a high-level Fox Demon would have.
Even stranger, Lucien’s door was ajar, not fully closed. A faint candlelight flickered through the crack, along with a subtle, lingering fragrance.
Was he not inside?
Fan Zhuo hesitated but curiosity won out.
He tiptoed to the door and peered inside through the gap.
Several candles flickered in the room, casting dim light on a blurry silhouette.
The figure was slender, far more frail than Fan Zhuo had imagined.
Stranger still, the upper body was wrapped like a mummy in bandages, only revealing the outlines of the shoulders and arms.
Just as Fan Zhuo leaned in for a closer look, the door suddenly swung open with force.
“What are you doing?!”
Lucien’s voice was tense, and one hand grabbed Fan Zhuo’s collar tightly, dragging him into the room. Bang!
The door slammed shut heavily.
“I… I was just…” Fan Zhuo hadn’t finished explaining when Lucien pressed him against the wall.
“What did you see?”
Lucien’s cheeks flushed slightly, and his ice-blue eyes flickered with nervousness.
His tone was no longer cold but trembled with near panic.
“I saw nothing at all!”
Fan Zhuo quickly waved his hands. “I just smelled something strange, so I came to check. You caught me right at the door…”
Lucien stared intently into his eyes, seemingly judging the truthfulness of his words.
Fan Zhuo wasn’t lying; he genuinely hadn’t seen clearly.
Besides, standing so close, he could distinctly smell the faint lavender scent on Lucien—and an indescribable…
female perfume?
After a long moment, Lucien finally released Fan Zhuo’s collar.
“You… you really saw nothing?” His voice was barely above a whisper, completely lacking the authority he showed during the day.
“Really, nothing,” Fan Zhuo replied honestly.
Only then did Lucien relax fully and slowly step back.
Fan Zhuo took the opportunity to observe the room carefully.
Unlike his own humble dormitory, Lucien’s room was decorated exquisitely.
Several expensive oil paintings hung on the walls, all portraits of classical beauties.
The desk was cluttered with intricate instruments and a bookcase filled with ancient tomes.
But what surprised Fan Zhuo most was the incense burning in the room.
And the scent of the incense… somehow smelled like it was made for women.
The fragrance was elegant and gentle, with an elusive softness that clashed completely with Lucien’s stern judge image.
Noticing Fan Zhuo’s gaze, Lucien hurried to the incense burner and extinguished it.
“This… this is used to cleanse the room of evil spirits.”
“Oh… oh, cleansing evil spirits…” Fan Zhuo nodded, though his mind was full of questions.
Incense used to cleanse evil spirits… why did it smell so… alluring?
And that bandaged figure just now—why did it look so slender? Almost not like a grown man’s build.
A bold thought flashed through Fan Zhuo’s mind but was quickly dismissed.
No way, that couldn’t be…
“It’s late.”
Lucien cleared his throat, his voice regaining its cold edge. “You should return to your room and rest. Starting tomorrow, I will arrange a special training plan for you.”
“Yes, my lord.”
Fan Zhuo tactfully took his leave, but as he turned away, his eyes caught a small bottle on the desk.
Inside was a pink liquid shimmering like pearls in the candlelight.
On the bottle, in exquisite cursive, were the words: [Enchanting Night – Ladies’ Fragrance]
Back in his own room, Fan Zhuo still felt dazed.
So much had happened today—from the intoxicating scene in the Treant Forest, to Lucien’s one-month restriction, to that strange room just now.
He felt his worldview being shattered like never before.
Especially Lucien… this seemingly flawless judge appeared to be hiding an untold secret.
“Lord Fan Zhuo, you’re back.”
A gentle voice sounded in the room as White Rabbit stepped out from the shadows.
She was wearing a new maid outfit today, lace edges more delicate, and the skirt slightly shorter than usual, just enough to reveal a small patch of snow-white thigh.
“White Rabbit, why are you here?” Fan Zhuo asked in surprise.
“I was waiting for your return.”
White Rabbit stepped closer, her bright blue electronic eyes shining with concern. “You look tired today. Would you like me to prepare a bath for you?”
Looking at this perfect doll-like maid, Fan Zhuo recalled Lucien’s one-month deadline.
If he wanted to reach Bishop level within such a short time, he had to speed up his ‘charging’ frequency.
As for White Rabbit… though touching her wouldn’t accelerate his holy power growth much, at least she could help him relax and calm his restless mind.
Besides… whether his holy power could increase significantly still depended on himself…
“All right, thank you,” Fan Zhuo nodded.
White Rabbit’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her head, her voice soft as a feather: “Then… I will prepare hot water. Please wait a moment, Lord Fan Zhuo.”
Watching her leave, Fan Zhuo sighed deeply.
A month’s time—to rise from cleric to Bishop…
Perhaps… he should talk to Ye Ying.
After today’s Depth Contact, Fan Zhuo clearly felt the increase of holy power within him.
If he could continue training this way…
Fan Zhuo shook his head, forcing himself to stop thinking about those alluring scenes.
Right now, the most important thing was to formulate a detailed plan.
In one month, he needed to reasonably allocate the ‘contact time’ with each monster girl, ensuring effective training without getting caught by Lucien.
Thinking this, Fan Zhuo smiled wryly.
Why did he feel like a special operative on a covert mission, constantly having to avoid detection…