Monster Girl Development Master

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Leah Farau's face still wore a sorrowful expression, but her eyes gleamed with fire, and her calm tone couldn't hide her excitement: "That's all, Johnson. I have nothing more to teach you, just be careful."

"I know, but the sooner we get the stuff back, the sooner we can be at ease, right?" Zhuang Sen spread his arms, letting the servant put a breastplate on him. Because of this, he didn't speak too clearly, making it seem like he was talking about the awakening potion.

But Leah Farau knew, of course, that this wasn't about the awakening potion; Johnson was referring to the murderer's life, or rather, the lives of all the Leons caught in this trap. The caravan was all prepared, the pretext for acquittal was secure, and the support from the Temple of Aranta made everything much easier; revenge was within reach.

She pursed her lips, looking at Zhuang Sen's familiar face, her mind a jumble of emotions, and blurted out, "Zhuang Sen, maybe I should come too..."

"Jonson."

The beautiful woman's elegant voice was interrupted by a crisp greeting. Dantalian walked over from the other side, already dressed in armor. However, unlike Johnson, who was fully armed, Dantalian only had a helmet and a simple breastplate... or perhaps a chest protector?

The poor steel plate couldn't even completely block Dantalian's breasts; it barely protected the area around her chest.

Noticing Zhuang Sen's gaze, Dantalian said helplessly, "Lord Zhuang Sen, I really can't find suitable armor..."

Before she could finish speaking, there was a snapping sound, and the tormented straps broke. The metal sheet fell limply, and her finally free breasts bounced and fell excitedly. Even though they were restricted by the nun's habit, the surging curves were still breathtaking, once again capturing Zhuang Sen's gaze.

Dantalian covered her chest in embarrassment, shielding herself from Zhuang Sen's burning gaze. Lia Farau, watching this scene, frowned involuntarily. She remembered this nun was already 26 years old? Only six years younger than her. Although she was good-looking, she wasn't suitable for Zhuang Sen.

With revenge in sight, Lia Farau also had some free time.

In short, Dantalian was going to go with Johnson as one of the supporters of the Church of Vengeance. Moreover, unlike Loris, who was arranged to leave early and pretend to go on a mission, she was just a bloodline user who had awakened once.

If you bring along a level 3 bloodline user like Lolis who has undergone a second awakening, you won't be able to catch any fish. Zhuang Sen's brothers and sisters won't have the power to fight back, so they naturally won't come out to deliver themselves.

Dantalian is alright; even though she's publicly recognized as having a level four bloodline, her awakening time is too short, so theoretically her combat strength won't be too high. Zhuang Sen's siblings, however, can still gather eight or nine awakened individuals, since seven out of the nine people ranked ahead of Zhuang Sen have awakened the Shadow Raven bloodline.

"Johnson!" The beautiful woman's raised voice finally drew Johnson's attention. Feeling the questioning look in Johnson's eyes, Lydia Farau picked up Johnson's helmet—the servants had already left when Dantalian came in, leaving only Lydia standing by her side.

"Mother, I'm about to leave. Is there really nothing else you need to tell me?"

"Be careful, nothing is more important than you." Lia Farau put the helmet on Johnson, and subtly glanced at Dantalian out of the corner of her eye, her gaze lingering on her increasingly full and towering breasts.

Johnson nodded. He understood what Leah Farau meant; she was reminding him that he had to get rid of the potential killers—"Nothing is more important than Johnson Leon."

This is what motherly love is like. It's such a pity he doesn't have a mother.

Johnson fastened his helmet and then lifted his visor again, nodding to Leah Farau and saying, "Don't worry, I've already promised you, and this is what I expect too."

After all, he still dreamed of becoming an earl.

Lydia Farau opened her mouth, but Johnson had already turned to Dantalian and the others: "Let's go, we've already wasted too much time. Lydia, protect Mother."

Lydia Farau shook her head and changed Zhuang Sen's order: "Ledya, you go with Zhuang Sen too, and protect him."

"Yes, ma'am."

The armored female knight who had been guarding Lia Farau walked up to Zhuang Sen. Zhuang Sen gave Lia Farau a strange look, but did not refute her. He simply nodded and turned to leave without hesitation.

Leah Farau stood there, watching Johnson and Dantalian leave, chatting and laughing, her red lips slowly pursing into a line.

The cool morning breeze dispelled the sighs. Leah Farau looked at the deserted courtyard and turned away.

……

"My lord! My lord! They've moved!"

"Ha, I knew it! Everyone, get ready to go!"

Jem Leon, also clad in armor, put down his wine glass, gripped the hilt of his sword, and surveyed the crowd around him: "I won't say any of your pretentious nonsense, and I don't care what your plans are, but if you try to get in my way..."

The rest of the Leon members smiled, and many echoed Jem Leon's words, but most remained silent. In their view, this activity was no different from their usual hunting or bandit suppression. There was no way that Zhuang Sen could defeat them when they joined forces. Even if Zhuang Sen managed to create a miracle, at most his men would die. Could Zhuang Sen really kill his brothers and sisters in front of so many people?

How is it possible?

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Author's note: I'm finally back, no need to use up my stockpiled chapters anymore, although these two chapters are still stockpiled chapters. They only arrived at midnight, pure pain.

Then, since I wasn't too keen on being lewd before the release, I mainly focused on the story, hoping the pacing won't be too weird (ToT)/~~~

Chapter Eleven: Tracking

As Johnson stepped out of the manor, the morning breeze swept over the hundred armored warriors, who were fully armed and ready for battle, lifting their blood-red robes to reveal the cold steel and muscular bodies beneath. Their sturdy horses, also draped in red coats, remained motionless under the weight of their powerful legs, silently watching Johnson and Dantalian emerge from the gate.

The Vengeful Knights of the Church of Vengeance are an elite army, meaning they have different troop types including cavalry, infantry, and archers. But the best of them all are undoubtedly the cavalry.

In the era of cold weapons, cavalry was the strongest type of soldier, without exception.

Especially these cavalrymen composed of religious believers, all of them were equipped with heavy armor, their entire bodies encased in steel, and they were skilled in using conventional weapons such as warhammers, longswords, and lances.

There are only one hundred soldiers like these in the entire Temple of Alanta, or rather, in the entire Church of the Nemesis of Leon, and now they are all here.

With such a level of support, some might even believe that Zhuang Sen was actually Bishop Rosa's illegitimate son.

There was no speech or declaration of authority. Johnson mounted the warhorse brought by the groom and rode side by side with Dantalian toward the main road beside the manor. The vengeful female warriors immediately spurred their horses on, and amidst the continuous sound of hooves and the clanging of metal, they followed Johnson and Dantalian. The whole process was completely silent.

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Meanwhile, Jem Leon was smugly inspecting his troops, a "Leonian Alliance" composed of twelve Leons, led by himself. Closest to him were fully armored soldiers on horseback, private soldiers belonging to various Leons, steadfast and loyal, always ready to protect their masters—well, their respective masters.

Outer ring of the private soldiers were the hired mercenaries. Their equipment was far less sophisticated; some lacked leg guards, others gauntlets, and some weren't even wearing helmets—whether out of necessity or overconfidence was unclear. However, they outnumbered the rest of the group and appeared the most excited.

Finally, there were the scattered criminals driven to the outermost circle, wearing cotton-padded clothes and cloth hats. They were criminals forcibly brought in by Leon and his men, and their only purpose was to serve as cannon fodder.

All of these people together number over two hundred.

It may not sound like much, but when you actually see it, you'll find it's quite a sight. A long stretch of the stone-paved road, wide enough for two carriages to travel side by side, is occupied by a huge crowd. Other passersby, upon seeing such a group from afar, almost immediately retreat to the sides of the road or even into the woods.

This isn't even the limit. Jem Leon knows that besides his side, there are quite a few others working independently. While relying on them as a winning strategy is out of the question, they wouldn't mind stepping in when they have the advantage.

Ultimately, Zhuang Sen was too high-profile this time, so high-profile that everyone wanted to teach him a lesson, especially since he had always been very inconspicuous before. His sudden ostentation naturally made people uncomfortable. Besides, even if he failed, it wouldn't matter; he'd just lose some money and maybe a few private soldiers. What else could he do?

Kill them all?

Haha.

Jem Leon shook his head dismissively, as if he could see Johnson's defeated state. He then took the wine pouch handed to him by the servant and was about to take a sip when a violent tremor interrupted him.

The sound of horse hooves?

Jem Leon looked toward the fork in the road, and a blood-red procession rushed into his view.

The white banners with black ravens and the red banners with yellow wasps fluttering in the wind among the cavalry indicated the group's origins. The former was the banner of the Leon family, and the latter was the banner of the Church of Vengeance. The identities of those who came need no further explanation.

Johnson and Dantalian galloped across the road, stepping over the shadows of the criminals ahead, leaving behind a trail of dust that destroyed the once neat armor and orderly formation of Jem Leon's soldiers.

Snapped.

The sound of the wine flask hitting the ground jolted Jem Leon awake. He stared at the cavalry column that was gradually disappearing, his teeth grinding together with intense envy. He had spent a fortune and painstaking efforts to win over allies to assemble such an army.

And Zhuang Sen, that bastard, did absolutely nothing, yet the church lent him such elite troops!!! It's like he had to do everything in his power to gain his mother's attention, to get the chance to use the awakening drug, to fight for every penny, while Zhuang Sen only needed to go home and say one thing to his mother—damn lucky guy! Damn Zhuang Sen!!!

Why won't you die?!

Jem Leon gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with fury, but he maintained his composure and ordered according to the original plan: "Angie, take your men and keep an eye on Zhuang Sen, see which way he's going!"

Now everyone knows that Zhuang Sen knows they know his original plan, so they are all certain that Zhuang Sen will change his plans, such as altering the caravan's itinerary or changing the handover location. And the best way to find out about the changed plan is, of course, to keep an eye on Zhuang Sen and see where he goes.

However, Jem Leon's army was mostly infantry, which couldn't match the speed of cavalry, especially since Meteorite City wasn't far from Starry Night City; the ravens specially trained by the Leon family could make a round trip in just five hours. Therefore, he needed a scout to keep an eye on Zhuang Sen and relay his location as needed.

That's right, Jem Leon will continue; this confidence comes from his strength. While the vengeful female warriors are elite, they are outnumbered. Even if they are truly elite enough to fight 300 to 100 (as claimed), what about adding eight first-awakening level 3 bloodline users and two first-awakening level 2 bloodline users?

They have no chance of winning!

They didn't even dare to actually kill a nobleman, a local lord's child whose bloodline had awakened!

A pleasant but irritating voice interrupted Jem Leon's smugness: "Jem, this team isn't what we agreed on. You'll have to pay extra."

Jem Leon frowned slightly and looked at the blue-haired girl sitting sideways on the horse: "You'll get your money back. Go take care of your business first."

The blue-haired girl, Ange Leon, crossed her arms over her flat chest, the meaning of which was quite clear.

Jem Leon glanced at the disappearing figure, took a deep breath, and pulled a money pouch from his pocket, tossing it over. Ange Leon caught it steadily, then opened it without any hesitation and began to inspect it.

“Ange!” Jem Leon was very dissatisfied, but he had no choice, because only Angele, who had obtained the [Far Vision] ability, could guarantee that she could keep an eye on a cavalry unit.

"Don't worry." Ange Leon tossed her purse into her saddlebag, gripped the saddle tightly with her short legs, lashed the horse's rump with her whip, and galloped towards Zhuang Sen's group. Of course, she couldn't go alone to her death; her own private army immediately followed on horseback. There were twelve tin cans draped in blue robes, and they were no less formidable than the vengeful female warriors.

"Master, didn't you say you wanted to build a good relationship with Prince Jem? Why are you doing this again?"

The female knight closest to Ange Leon asked in confusion, and Ange Leon smiled and said, "Because I think he's finished, of course he'll try to make a quick buck. Anyway, he won't turn against me for this much."

The female knight was very surprised: "Master, you mean..."

"I'm not talking about this time. Zhuang Sen will definitely lose to Jem this time, but he was able to get the Church of Revenge to provide such strong support in such a short time. Jem will definitely be unable to outmaneuver him in the future."

"Should we relax a little this time and leave a good impression?"

“No, we must work hard.” Ange Leon waved her hand. “We’re paid to do our jobs, Ange. The most important thing for a businessman is integrity.”

"Furthermore, we need to make a strong impression on our future partners so we can negotiate a good price. So everyone stay alert and keep a close eye on things. An, get the ravens ready."

"Yes, Master."

……

Dantalian approached Johnson and asked, "Should we take them down first?"

"No, it's not the right time yet. We have to be 'one step behind' Jem and the others. Let's take them down after we receive the news from over there."

Chapter Twelve: Ambush

The heavy carriage rolled over the bare branches on the mountain road, and the docile packhorses snorted, shaking off the dew from their heads. Tony gripped the reins with one hand, while warily watching both sides of the narrow mountain road. The dense wild grass and bushes formed a natural cover, and no one knew what might be hidden inside.

Generally speaking, legitimate merchant caravans wouldn't take such remote roads, as that would be tantamount to inviting bandits and highwaymen. But this time was different; it was a direct order from Lady Lia. They wouldn't complain even if it were reasonable for them to take a secluded path, let alone take the main road!

However, if that were the case, they would likely be captured by well-trained, fully armed "bandits," some even led by bloodline members, as soon as they left the patrol area of ​​the Meteorite Iron City guards.

But now is not the time to let our guard down. After all, they have deliberately left loopholes and weaknesses. Who knows where the enemy might suddenly appear? Everyone is on high alert, guarding the carriage in the middle.

Their group brought five four-wheeled carriages, with the awakening potion placed in the middle carriage. This arrangement was both a vulnerability and a defensive element; if attacked, they could quickly form a fortified camp around the carriages to defend against the attack. Of course, this makeshift camp wouldn't last long, but it could buy them some time.

He will do whatever it takes to carry out Lady Lydia's orders!

……

In the woods, a dozen short bows emerged from the bushes, their sharp iron arrowheads glistening with dew, reflecting the morning sunlight as they were aimed at the caravan that was slowly approaching the clearing.

More men gripped their weapons, awaiting the order from the mercenary captain at the front, ready to charge at any moment.

They were mercenaries operating near Meteorite City, occasionally taking on side jobs, and this time they had landed a fantastic job from Jem Leon. They could earn a full one hundred gold coins simply by stopping every caravan passing through this road.

That's enough for thirty of them to risk their lives.

The mercenary captain's raised right hand gradually tightened as the sound of horses' hooves grew louder, until the moment when human voices could be faintly heard, his right hand suddenly fell.

collapse!collapse!collapse!

The taut bowstring ripped through the air, and arrows shot out, piercing the head of a packhorse and the chest of a guard. Most of the others were not stopped by the carriages and shields, but that was enough.

"kill!!!"

The mercenary captain let out a terrifying roar, and the archers who had missed their shots dropped their shortbows, drew their swords or hammers and axes, and roared in unison, charging forward with their companions who had drawn their weapons earlier.

They weren't worried at all, after all, they had a full thirty men, while the other side only had fifteen, no, only fourteen! And the other side was just a group of caravan guards, seasoned warriors! They had the advantage in both numbers and quality, and they couldn't think of anything they had to worry about.

Then they knew where they needed to worry.

The attacked caravan remained completely calm, as if they had expected it. They immediately gathered their wagons together, forming a fortified position. The guards then took up key positions on the fortified position, as if they were on a city wall.

The mercenaries' charge was like a flood crashing against a reef—no, they were even less than a flood, because they didn't even dare to rush onto the reef.

The numerical disparity was offset by defensive facilities, but as for quality... it's hard to say which force, capable of regrouping so quickly after being ambushed, is of higher quality, compared to a group of mercenaries who have to make a living through part-time jobs.

The mercenary captain of the ambush squad lost his smile.

He was initially excited, thrilled that his judgment had been correct—he had chosen the right ambush location and caught the team truly carrying the Awakening Potion. Judging from the team's demeanor, they were definitely carrying something valuable—everyone was constantly leaning against the middle carriage; it was obvious something was amiss!

This is based on his experience as a former bandit!

But when he was a bandit, he had never encountered such elite caravan guards. In fact, combining the words "elite" and "caravan guards" was already absurd and impossible. But reality wouldn't change because of the mercenary captain's surprise. Seeing the caravan turn into cowards, the mercenary captain could only grit his teeth and pull out paper and pen.

He will use cacophony crows to call for reinforcements!

Meanwhile, in the caravan, Tony was also writing furiously.

Finally, the two ravens took off almost simultaneously and flew in the same direction.

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