Chapter 277: Do You Remember How Many Loaves of Bread You've Eaten?

Chapter 277: Do You Remember How Many Loaves of Bread You've Eaten?

Elizabeth Lauren awoke from her dream with a frown, an instinctive reaction.

The person beside her had already left, and not a trace of warmth remained. For a half-breed with exceptional bloodline, this experience was novel, but what concerned her more was that she had been left behind.

As she grappled with her emotions, the door suddenly opened, and an unfamiliar figure appeared. The figure was slender and moved with a slight stiffness, like a silent ghost.

What's going on? Has Norton Hall been invaded?

Elizabeth's eyes sharpened instantly. She maintained her lying posture without making a sound, tensing her body, and hiding her hand like a blade beneath her. She was ready to strike the stranger with lightning speed when they approached.

As the figure drew closer, Elizabeth's heart began to race. Just as she was about to launch her attack, a familiar male voice came from the figure.

"Don't be nervous, this is a servant from home. You can call him Lilac."

The room lights turned on, and a woman dressed in a lace maid outfit, with two buns in her hair and a wooden expression, stepped forward, offering a pair of slippers and gesturing for her to take them.

Elizabeth examined Lilac closely, and upon closer inspection, she realized that Lilac didn't seem entirely human.

"Is this a robot?"

"It's a doll, you can think of it as an adaptive humanoid alchemical gear."

The male voice flowed from a miniature device in front of Lilac, followed by a casual reminder.

"Oh, and don't try to attack it. Lilac's combat abilities are not to be underestimated. Your bloodline is excellent, but you haven't learned combat at Cassel Academy, and there's the 'Discipline' of the deputy headmaster in school. Without using incantations, you're no match for it."

"Is that true?"

"Lilac's body is equipped with various weapons, firearms, blades, and even a miniature bomb, capable of easily taking down a full-grown polar bear."

"In the few years since I last saw the school, the development of magic-driven mechanics and alchemical engineering has reached this level? Is this a specially made bodyguard from the Equipment Department?"

"Pfft—"

A stifled laugh sounded, and Elizabeth noticed the man's tone becoming more cheerful.

"It's just an experimental product I made a couple of days ago for fun. It's not really a bodyguard. Those idiots in the Equipment Department can't create something as intricate as this. They're only obsessed with turning various items into explosives, which can barely handle some impure dragon species."

Among dragons, those of the third generation and above are known as pureblood dragons. This means they possess complete dragon bodies, heavy scale armor that can withstand sniper rifle fire, functional wings for flight, powerful physiques, and complex incantations. They also have the ability to create a cocoon-like defense mechanism, allowing them to emerge unscathed from deadly situations.

These are the true dragons. As for the fourth and fifth generations and lower dragon species, they no longer pose a threat against modern firepower. Their massive and bloated dragon bodies have become more of a hindrance, and they are less dangerous than the mixed-blood species that can blend into crowds or the dead servants with uncontrolled bloodlines.

Elizabeth quickly checked her phone, dealt with some trivial matters from her family, and left the bedroom wrapped in a blanket.

She didn't put on the slippers Lilac offered but walked barefoot, her graceful figure and breathtakingly slender calves making her resemble a lost fawn in the woods.

In the hall, Elizabeth saw numerous Lilacs working tirelessly. They were removing the furniture from Norton Hall, carving intricate patterns on the floor, walls, and ceiling, and then restoring everything to its original state. The patterns were profound and complex, dizzying to the eyes, and within them, mercury flowed, forming a vast network.

"Good morning, dear."

Before Elizabeth could recover from her astonishment, Lu Ke, half-reclining on the sofa with a relaxed demeanor, smiled at her and extended his right hand. Elizabeth obediently sat beside him, resting her head on his chest, but her face showed a hint of dissatisfaction.

The term "dear" could refer to many people, and the man before her, with his carefree attitude and numerous girlfriends, was not someone Elizabeth wanted to be associated with.

Her family was one of the largest syndicates in Europe, involved in mining and finance. After her father's death in an air disaster, she inherited the family business and became the youngest board member of Cassel Academy, second only to the man before her.

In a nutshell, Elizabeth considered herself and Lu Ke to be of equal status. Given that she had preserved her purity while he was notoriously promiscuous, she believed she was the more reasonable one.

But love is not always rational.

Elizabeth found herself captivated by the man's face, which seemed to exude an enchanting quality. Unconsciously, she became submissive, as women often lose a part of themselves, not just their purity, after being conquered by a man.

"Call me Lisa; that's what my family calls me."

"Okay, Lisa."

Lu Ke readily agreed, as he was usually accommodating to his girlfriends' requests.

"What are the Lilacs doing?"

Lu Ke stroked his chin. "I'm preparing some minor obstacles for the contestants, like mechanical traps, reward supplies, and mini-bosses."

"Just minor obstacles?"

Watching the Lilacs' actions, Lisa couldn't help but marvel at the intricate alchemical matrix they were creating, which had transformed Norton Hall into an impenetrable fortress.

"Let's not talk about these trivial matters. You're not a student at Cassel, so you don't need to worry about Free Day."

Lu Ke reached out and caressed her delicate cheek, smiling as he asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Recalling the previous night, Lisa's body trembled slightly, and she glared at him with a mix of shyness and annoyance. His bed skills were devilish.

Her good upbringing prevented her from using crude language, so she asked with a hint of resentment, "How many women have you been intimate with?"

"..."

It was a good question, and even Lu Ke couldn't remember.

Before his awakening, he was just a regular playboy, but after gaining the golden finger, he acquired two indestructible kidneys and an extraordinarily charming personality.

The sheer number of admirers drawn to him by his looks alone was uncountable, and if he wasn't so picky, the number of women without romantic experience who met his standards in terms of figure and appearance would be even greater.

Unlike other Lukes who more or less restrained their succubus-like qualities, Luke had no intention of concealing his extraordinary charm. At most, he would block it when he wanted some peace.

Luke looked at her sincerely, "Do you even remember how many loaves of bread you've eaten?"

This answer obviously didn't satisfy Lisa. She knew that the S-rank at Cassel Academy was a playboy, always with a different woman by his side, but she never imagined it to be so... exaggerated.

Lisa bit down on Luke's shoulder, but it didn't budge.

She pouted and glared at Luke again.

"You're so dead!" she exclaimed.

Luke shrugged, showing no shame, "These words are the result of hundreds of people's skills, thousands of sleepless nights, and trillions in research investment. It's all to give you the best experience. What else could you possibly be unhappy about?"

Lisa was left speechless. She raised her head to ask something, but then she saw the man's gaze, filled with an arrogant and indifferent aura.

It was as if he was telling her plainly, 'You never got close to that man's heart. You're just his pastime when he's bored. There's no difference between you and his other women.'

"I'm truly sorry. If you really mind, you can choose to leave. It's about time for you to go back anyway."

Luke's face was filled with apology, but his eyes remained calm and serene. He withdrew his arm that had been around Lisa.

"I know your family isn't doing well lately. The Lu Corporation will provide assistance, and our cooperation won't be affected. We'll continue to supply the latest mining technology and machinery, and when the time is right, we'll also discuss future financial trends with you online..."

Upon hearing this, Lisa fell silent. This was the very reason she had come to Cassel Academy while the Board of Directors was not in session.

Although she was the nominal head of the family, the real power was in the hands of her elders, making her a mere puppet in name.

On the basis of assistance and continued cooperation, they wanted Lisa to marry Luke. If she married him, she would immediately become the true head of the family. Even if she only bore a child of the Lu family, they would also be willing to gradually relinquish control.

"Don't try to placate me with these things. My family is not so desperate as to sacrifice the head of the family for benefits."

Lisa bit her lip and straddled Luke, her long legs parting as she sat on him. She tugged at his loose sleepwear, and the blanket fell to the ground, revealing her brown hair against her fair and flawless back, creating a striking contrast.

Undeniably, she had come with a purpose, but that was just the beginning. Now, she only wanted the man before her, not the benefits.

However, it seemed that both she and her family elders had underestimated Luke's intelligence network.

Her purpose had been discovered early on, and she had been 'passed' over. If she didn't want to break up with the man, she could only become one of his many girlfriends.

Lisa, with a reluctant expression, leaned close to Luke's ear, "Have you ever thought of finding a stable partner and settling down?"

Luke caressed Lisa's back, enjoying the silky smooth feel of her skin. He adjusted his sitting position to accommodate her movements, allowing her to sit all the way down.

"That might be a bit difficult."

"If one day I lose everything—my reputation, wealth, status, and even this exceptional body—and if there's still someone willing to be with me then, I might consider it."

He chuckled softly, his chest vibrating.

"Would you still like me then?" Lisa asked, her face turning red. She rubbed against the man, her eyes hazy as she stared at his handsome face.

"If it really comes to that, I'll kick you far away," she said.

"Well said, I like your honesty," Luke replied, a smile tugging at his lips. It was only through scheming interactions like this that he felt real.

...

After a long morning workout, Luke got dressed and stepped out.

As he opened the door, he was met with a pair of golden eyes, shimmering in the sunlight.

Golden eyes were a symbol of the energy within half-breeds being activated or when they were particularly excited. Permanent golden eyes were a privilege of the Dragon race, but this was not the case for the tall and handsome youth before him. He had a pair of eyes known as the "Everlasting Golden Eyes."

Chu Zihan, the president of the Lionheart Society, was the second most powerful person in the school after Luke, a 'Super A Rank' and a triple zero stoic killer who was ruthless yet concise in his speech.

"Have you been standing here for a while?" Luke asked.

"The latter," Chu Zihan replied succinctly, his expressionless face opening the conversation.

"I believe in your strength and the energy you can harness, so I want to ask about the wish you mentioned. How much support can you provide, or what's the limit?"

Luke considered for a moment, "Generally speaking, it's all-powerful, but one should be humble. So, it depends on the content of your wish."

"If it's about finding someone..."

"No problem if they're alive. If they're dead, I'll even dig up their bones for you."

"What about godslaying?"

"That's possible too."

Luke's words flowed without hesitation, as if he didn't need to think before speaking.

Chu Zihan paused, raising an eyebrow at Luke, "You don't even ask what kind of god I'm talking about?"

"There's no need. You only need to consider one question: do you want to do it yourself, or should I do it for you?"

Luke's tone carried an unquestionable confidence, a confirmation of his own abilities.

Chu Zihan fell silent for a moment, his eyes turning sharp, "I understand. On Free Day, I'll arrive at Norton Hall without fail."

Luke smiled, "My wish isn't free. Aren't you going to ask about the cost?"

"I don't care about any cost," Chu Zihan replied calmly, quickly turning and leaving.

Luke watched his departing figure, his expression strange.

Did he really not care about any cost? Chu Zihan.

(End of Chapter)

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