Dungeon King: A Lady Knight Offered by My Goblins

Chapter 356 354-Planning the Scheme

Setting aside the fact that Elida had liaisons with all the miners, getting involved with her carried risks far too great. 

Ethan had no choice but to feign innocence and escape.

As for what Elida might do if she stayed in the cabin, Ethan had no control over that. He could only sacrifice a bit for Luther's rescue.

Ethan hid under the cabin, muttering incantations, as wraiths began to ripple around him. 

He had intended to summon the wraiths inside the cabin, but the sight of those Magic Circles alarmed him. 

These circles seemed to function as monitoring and restraining devices. 

As long as he was inside the cabin, Ethan couldn't fully unleash his formidable powers.

Taking a risk, he stepped outside to summon the wraiths. 

At this moment, everything in the camp was under the surveillance of Herman and his two companions. 

But with Ethan now paired with Elida, Herman's watchful eye might relax a bit.

After all, Ethan was the new ruler of the Wraith Cult; casting simple Wraith Magic was quite easy for him.

Soon, skulls began to emerge from the ground, gradually assembling into the form of a rat. The rat bowed repeatedly to Ethan.

Hearing Elida's footsteps, Ethan quickly hid the rat aside.

His eyes darting around, Ethan pondered what to say when Elida arrived. Claim to be using the restroom? But the soil in front of him wasn't moist.

So, Ethan decided to take off his pants, supporting himself with one hand on the cabin and the other on his 'iron rod'.

Elida approached with light steps, peeking at Ethan from the side. 

She was extremely distrustful of strangers, especially those who could resist their own desires, like this outsider.

Although Elida appeared somewhat careless, she was actually quite perceptive.

However, when she saw Ethan's arm moving back and forth, even Elida was momentarily taken aback.

Her eyes widened, lips parting slightly in surprise.

Was he hiding from her to take care of his needs?

A wave of delight surged in Elida's heart.

Didn't this signify her irresistible allure?

That just a short time spent together had driven Ethan to the point of being unable to control himself and needing to relieve his urges?

With this thought, a glint of mischief flashed in Elida's eyes as she decided to play along with Ethan's game.

Moreover, Ethan's action let Elida completely let her guard down. In her mind, a man like that couldn't possess too much cunning or depth – perhaps he was even somewhat foolish.

She deliberately made her footsteps audible. Ethan quickly pulled up his trousers and coughed twice:

"Who's there?"

Elida approached Ethan, a sly smile on her lips:

"Ethan, what are you doing?"

Ethan gave a sheepish smile: "Nothing much."

But Elida didn't give Ethan any time to prepare. She reached out and grasped his member.

"It's still hard, yet you say such contrary things," Elida murmured, licking Ethan's earlobe.

She emitted a strange, pinkish mist that gradually enveloped Ethan.

Ethan felt a tumultuous surge within him, his blood racing.

"Now that it's like this, you must be very uncomfortable," Elida whispered seductively, caressing Ethan's member, "Let me help you."

Then, Elida knelt before Ethan, opening her luscious lips and taking him in.

The warm sensation engulfed Ethan, his eyes widened in shock as he gasped for breath.

Elida was exceptionally skilled in such matters.

Her tongue wrapped around Ethan's member, the soft and moist sensation causing a rush of blood in Ethan's veins.

The most crucial aspect was the suction from Elida's throat, against which Ethan could hardly hold back.

Elida's movements were gentle, devotedly pleasuring Ethan.

Soon, Ethan's body trembled, releasing his essence into Elida's throat.

Elida coughed slightly, opening her mouth a bit.

Ethan, witnessing such a lascivious scene, swallowed hard.

"Miss Elida, I'm sorry..."

Elida's throat moved, swallowing all of Ethan's milky essence.

She even used her finger to gather the remnants from her lips into her mouth.

She looked at Ethan with seductive eyes, licking her pink tongue over her finger.

Ethan's member rose again, trembling thrice.

Elida stood up, her hand swirling over Ethan's arousal:

"Still want more? That's how it is with virgins, never satisfied with just once."

"But I have other things to attend to, we'll continue some other time."

Elida turned her head, her fiery red hair sweeping around like a broom as she sashayed away.

Ethan, fully committed to his role, took a couple of steps forward, extending his hand hesitantly as if wanting to say more.

With such acting skills, Ethan could have made a living in the theater.

Elida cast a sidelong glance at Ethan, seeing his face awash in reminiscence and soulful disarray, and her heart blossomed with joy.

Her liaisons with the miners were merely quests, mechanical and devoid of pleasure. 

With them, it was always a dull, repetitive routine, leaving Elida devoid of any real satisfaction.

Even using toys was more thrilling than being with those miners.

And now, with such a lively individual arriving at the camp, how could Elida let this opportunity slip by?

She had even refrained from implanting Demonkin, which she usually would have done.

Ethan watched Elida leave, then returned to the cabin, seemingly lost in a daze. 

The moment he shut the door, his expression abruptly turned solemn. He quickly channeled his soul power to scan his entire body.

He vividly remembered the scene where Luther extracted the red light spikes from his body. 

But after a thorough check, Ethan astonishingly found no trace of Demonkin.

"What kind of peculiar sorcery is this?" Ethan's face darkened. "I can't even detect the presence of Demonkin."

It seemed he would need Luther's assistance with this matter.

Ethan's mouth twitched slightly, frustrated. 

His act, far from lowering Elida's guard, had only deepened her suspicions, making the hidden Demonkin even harder to find.

Little did he know that Elida, seeking a better way to manipulate or toy with him, had intentionally refrained from implanting the Demonkin.

Ethan calmed himself down, contemplating what a miner should be doing now.

After returning to their cabin, miners would absorb the divine crystals.

Ethan took out the divine crystal and enveloped it in his energy.

Instantly, his wooden cabin shimmered with a golden glow, as the Magic Circle was activated.

Within Ethan's energy field, the divine crystal seemed to melt and churn, as if being refined.

Wisps of divine power, almost imperceptible, gradually entered Ethan's body.

Unbeknownst to Ethan, more of this divine power was escaping from the top of his head, resembling threads of white smoke.

The Magic Circle of the cabin absorbed this divine power, causing the golden light of the cabin to shine even more brilliantly.

Meanwhile, a sinister skeletal rat appeared beside the cabin. Its eyes glowed green as it quickly located its bearings and scurried away.

For Ethan, who had reached such a level, multitasking was too simple.

On one hand, he absorbed the divine crystal, deceiving Herman and his companions.

On the other, he controlled the skeletal rat to discuss important matters with Luther.

Luther was in the same spot as before, but this time, instead of practicing, he paced back and forth, appearing very restless.

The sound of the skeletal rat's footsteps was conspicuous to Luther.

He looked towards the slope with hopeful eyes.

The moment the skeletal rat emerged, Luther's face lit up with a smile:

"You've finally come."

"I have," the rat's mouth moved, and its voice echoed in Luther's ears, "There are still issues from last time that weren't fully resolved."

Luther crouched down, cradling the skeletal rat in his hands, exclaiming ecstatically:

"What do you want to ask? I really didn't expect someone would come to rescue me."

As he spoke, Luther pressed his mouth against the rat's skeletal frame, overwhelmed with emotion.

Ethan almost lost his composure, given that his perspective was that of the rat.

Luther's stubbled face gently kissed the rat, as if kissing Ethan himself.

"Calm down, I have a few questions for you," Ethan said.

Instead of allowing Ethan to ask, Luther spoke with a hint of apprehension:

"Don't tell me you summoned the Wraith from inside the cabin."

"Of course not," Ethan replied, his tone relaxed, "As soon as I entered the cabin, I realized something was off with the Magic Circle. I summoned the Wraith outside, at just the right moment."

"What moment? It wasn't during your... encounter with Elida, was it?" Luther's voice was teasing, almost schadenfreude.

"What are you implying, that you got involved with Elida on your first day here?" The skeletal rat's eyes flickered with a strange green light, mirroring Ethan's thoughts.

"Eh— who knew Elida was so promiscuous and lecherous? And she's Herman's damn accomplice, too." Luther's expression turned somber as he sat on a rock, head hanging low, "After I was with her, I discovered Demonkin on my swordheart and realized Elida's true nature."

The skeletal rat let out a snort of derision:

"Don't talk about Elida. You couldn't keep it in your pants either, could you?"

"Alright, enough of that. Continuing from our last conversation, I have the most important question for you."