Chapter 2 The Milk is Poisoned!
The night was dark and the wind was high. A figure quietly flipped out of the Lawrence Manor, using the cover of night to escape into the northern woods.
As he advanced into the depths of the forest, he also erased his own tracks.
Such a careful person was none other than Lette, who had just made a big fortune.
The copper peso, though not as valuable as Silver Delang or Gold Mark, accumulates to a considerable income.
Lette halted under a large tree, cautiously observing whether there were pursuers behind him. Suddenly, the water pouch at his waist began to tremble.
"Alright, alright, I know already!"
Impatient, Lette took out the bottle and pulled out the cork. A light purple smoke emerged, transforming into the little succubus he had just subdued.
She sat on his neck, angrily pulling at his hair and ears.
"Stinky Lette, you awful can! You used so much force, do you know how much that hurts?"
"And you! How many times have I told you? As soon as the Holy Water hits the target, come out immediately!
But you, you're either too early or too late every time! Can you have a little professionalism?