LRAB Chapter 66: Buy One Get One Free?
Chapter 66: Buy One Get One Free?
A gust of wind and thunder surged, and a massive blood-red spear shadow shot towards the sky at an astonishing speed.
Boom!
A shout filled with murderous intent echoed, and that spear shadow burst into brilliant fireworks.
Or rather, it exploded.
Charles was secretly amazed. So this was the power of the Slaughter Formation. Just five hundred Third Tier Lower Zerg warriors could unleash an AOE skill of an entirely higher tier.
And that wasn't all. This military formation had nine moves, each imbued with the essence of Charles's Overlord's Spear, and each with the strength of a Fourth Tier Lower.
The difference was that this formation could target both individual enemies and large areas.
Charles's gaze was complicated. How should he put it? All he needed to do was keep making money.
Whether it was the research lab or the training ground, these two women always managed to turn the resources he acquired into power without wasting any.
It seemed that the pace of development would only get faster in the future.
"Hmm, now that I think about it, that lazy Little Green is the epitome of sloth. I'll have to find a chance to talk to her." Charles mused. As he got more familiar with his role, he felt there were fewer people he could scold.
After all, these two women were such hard workers that he feared they might push themselves too hard one day.
It was quite absurd.
Soon, a teasing voice came from beside him: "That girl indeed needs some supervision. Catherine and I have been spoiling her too much."
"But in my opinion, her bloodline is incredibly strong. Letting her lie low for a bit might not be a bad idea."
Charles turned around and pulled Medusa into his arms.
"Not resting even now, are you?" Charles chided, playfully smacking Medusa's backside, causing her cheeks to flush slightly.
Medusa pushed him away with a helpless expression. "Master, this avatar of mine can't handle too much roughhousing. I worked hard to create this body. Don't ruin it just because you can't control yourself."
Charles was momentarily taken aback but then noticed that Medusa was still drilling the troops below. Only the real Medusa, capable of summoning the army's soul, was her true self.
With a helpless sigh, he pinched her nose playfully and said, "Why do you all talk as if I'm the one who can't live without sex, when it's clearly you all who are too lonely and come crawling into my bed!"
"That's not the point, Master. What brings you here today?" Medusa smiled and shook her head, deftly changing the subject.
Charles didn't press the issue and instead told her about his plan to visit Eve. Medusa nodded understandingly.
Medusa gazed at her master with eyes full of love. How fortunate, she thought, for a slave to have such an honor.
"Master, you don't need to inform us about such matters in the future. Neither Little Green nor Catherine would ever think of controlling you." Medusa said softly. "If you continue to treat us this well, we might start having delusions of being your equals, because you've elevated our status so much."
Charles gave her a wry look and said, "Isn't that a bit self-deprecating? You're just a female slave. Don't take yourself too seriously."
"Rest assured, you are all my private property, and there's no way I'll let you overstep your bounds."
Charles never felt he was placing them too high, because with their unwavering loyalty, they deserved his trust.
After bidding Medusa farewell, Charles used a portal to head to the Forest of Elves, located north of the Serene Forest.
She and Charles were a match made in heaven, so there was no need for pretense or restraint.
Nodding earnestly, Eve's voice was like a kitten's purr, "Yes, my dear fiancé, I really missed you."
"We were supposed to be an enviable noble minione in modern society, but because of this damned Continent of Overlord, we're here struggling to survive."
"Here, Charles, I've truly fallen in love with you. I want to bear our children and raise them together."
"If we ever get a chance to return to the real world, let's get married, shall we? Let the terms fiancé and fiancée become a thing of the past, my husband."
Charles was moved by her affectionate gaze. Marriage, huh...
He patted Eve's smooth, beautiful back and said deeply, "We will have a chance to go back, and you won't be able to escape from me."
"A wedding, of course, should be held together."
Eve's pupils slightly contracted, understanding his implication. He must be referring to the three female slaves from the Continent of Overlord.
To be honest, from a woman's perspective, Eve felt a twinge of jealousy towards those girls because she hadn't even tried her fiancé's "stick" yet.
And them? They enjoyed it every day.
But through their parchment exchanges, she gradually came to terms with it.
She realized that Charles was a big romantic, fundamentally incapable of sticking to monogamy. These experiences made it clear that even Eve couldn't ask those girls to step aside.
Given that, it was better to secure her position as the primary wife and become the head of his harem.
That would be fitting for her status.
Not as the sprite queen, but as the eldest daughter of the Augustine family and Charles' legitimate fiancée.
After a brief moment of intimacy, Amy stood by with a cold, haughty look, keeping watch. Based on her demeanor, even if they decided to make love right there, she would dutifully stand guard.
It was quite amusing, really.
After a moment of tenderness, Eve pulled the vigilant Amy over and said with a mischievous smile, "This is my sworn sister from the Continent of Overlord. I gave her a nice name."
"Augustine Amy. Charles, what do you think?"
Charles looked deeply at Amy upon hearing this, finding this dark elf even more striking in person than in the photos.
And she wasn't as dark as the photos suggested. Amy now had a healthy human skin tone, not as pale as an elf's, but still quite striking.
Charles extended his hand with a smile, "Hello, I'm Eve's man. Thank you for taking care of her these past days."
"And also, welcome to the Augustine family. You might as well call me Charles ."
Amy was momentarily taken aback but then extended her hand to shake his, "Hello, Charles. I am Augustine Amy, commander of the elf royal guard."
"And also, if nothing unexpected happens, I will also call you husband."
"Because Her Majesty once told me that if she were truly to marry. As her sister, I would accompany her and serve alongside her."
"So, Charles, are you the husband of us sisters?"