The Arrogant Heroine Was Too Overbearing, So I Immediately Switched Sides to Become the Traitor-Chapter 46 - Night God? Lewdness God!
The summer night, originally scattered with stars and moon, suddenly began to drizzle. Dark clouds quickly covered everything. Evan glanced at the crystal clock hanging in the room and saw it was a little past ten o’clock.
It was currently halftime intermission. He slightly moved his somewhat tired body. Although he was very tired, his hands were reluctant to leave the girl’s silky, delicate skin.
Hmm. After all, the feel of a beautiful girl was indeed a bit too comfortable to touch.
At this moment. The lazy Isabella was lying contentedly on his chest. From time to time, she would lick the viscous blood beads seeping from the wounds bitten open by the two of them on his shoulder with her pink tongue.
Sylvie was currently at the small round table nearby, mixing some kind of special little drink... uh, to be precise, it should be a potion.
“A little clove, three drops of pure white mamba snake blood, a small amount of pork bone powder, and half a cup of tequila that has been left for more than three days after adding salt and spices...” Sylvie muttered, concocting a potion called [One More Night].
It belonged to a type of Night God magic. After drinking it, it could prevent a person’s blood from clotting, keeping it in a flowing “vitality.”
Of course, it wasn’t just that. It also possessed a certain “nourishing yin and replenishing yang” effect, as well as relieving fatigue, making one more “durable”... It was the favorite thing for vampires at night.
Evan had actually drunk a cup before, but the potion’s effect couldn’t last until the second round, so he had to drink another cup now.
Hmm. Evan now truly realized that it wasn’t that he had a problem before. But rather, many of the Night God’s magic spells seemed to be specifically for lewdness?!
Even including the most useful one Isabella taught him before, [Sleep Soundly]. Thinking about it now, wasn’t this just so that after messing around for most of the night, one only needed to sleep for a short three or four hours, and then be full of energy the next day?!
What Night God? Clearly, it’s the God of Lewdness!!
Although magic spells have no good or bad, it just depends on what the person using it does with it.
But... But Evan also thought, the Night God had another name, called the God of Love, Lust, and Life. Evan suddenly felt it was fine. She was indeed professional at lewdness.
Do you understand what the God of “Love,” “Lust,” and “Life” means?! If there is no love and lust, can life be created?
No! So it’s very reasonable, this one is the God of Lewdness!
Evan’s thoughts were chaotic.
At this moment. The room was quiet, only Sylvie’s occasional soft, self-talking voice could be heard. Perhaps finding it too boring. Isabella foolishly shifted her body on him, letting out cute, muffled hums, while fumbling under the pillow she was leaning against for the remote control of the LCD TV in the room.
“Hmm, what should we watch~” Isabella muttered to herself, turned on the TV, and then began switching between various satellite channels.
Evan had little interest in this. He just listlessly hugged the waist of the beautiful girl lying on him, watching the various programs on the TV at the moment.
But as a result. No matter how Isabella changed channels, she found that most TV channels were now broadcasting a current news event.
“What happened?” Sylvie asked curiously.
And Evan finally gathered his scattered thoughts now, clearly seeing the few large, bold characters on the news channel at this moment.
“Looks like a shooting, over in the Outer Street.”
On the TV, it seemed to be broadcasting live from a helicopter. On the road from the Urban District to the Outer Street, armored vehicles carrying knightly orders were flashing blue and red lights on their roofs everywhere, along with the unique piercing sound of “woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo”.
The female anchor was loudly broadcasting in a pleasant voice. “This station’s emergency report: A vicious shooting incident occurred in the Happiness Supermarket in the eighteenth district of the Outer Street. The incident has currently resulted in a total of seventeen deaths and eight injuries.”
“And among them are three members of the knightly order.”
“The identity of the criminal has been confirmed as Bakson Delvor, seventy-six years old, the owner of Bakson Bookstore in the Urban District. Specific details are still being confirmed. This is reporter Annaville reporting for this station...”
So it was a shooting case.
“Strange, there are so many shootings in the United Empire every day, why is there such a big commotion this time?” Sylvie said somewhat drowsily, and picked up the potion she had just concocted, sat back down by the bed, and handed it to Evan.
It wasn’t that the girl was cold-blooded. But shootings and such were indeed too commonplace in the United Empire. After all, the gun ownership rate among citizens in the Empire had long exceeded one hundred percent. Even including the elderly and children, the average gun ownership rate per capita was at least 1.7 guns.
This was only the recorded number on the surface. The number of unrecorded firearms circulating on the black market was unknown. At this point. Even if they wanted to control it, they couldn’t anymore. And the arms business itself was controlled by certain major nobles. These nobles would only feel that the gun ownership rate wasn’t high enough, and everyone should buy a few more.
Evan still remembered. A certain arms dealer major noble said in an interview. [When facing a shooting incident, the best choice is for you to also have a gun in your hand, and then shoot the other person dead.]
OK, perfect loop. So what Sylvie was wondering was why the Empire would dispatch so many knightly orders, even helicopters, for an ordinary shooting incident that occurred in the Outer Street.
Even, through the broadcast footage from the TV station. The three also saw that among the large number of knightly order armored vehicles, there were also vehicles belonging to the Templar Knights of the Seven Gods Church.
Even the Seven Gods Church was mobilized. It seemed it really wasn’t a small matter.
“Hmm, maybe the impact was particularly bad?” Evan didn’t understand either, just drank the Sylvie special little drink in his hand in one gulp.
The strong alcohol burned his tongue a bit, and made his body heat up. He could clearly feel his blood seemingly boiling.
“More than ten people died, and some were members of the knightly order, no wonder.” Isabella beside him also said this. Although there were many shootings in the United Empire every day, it was indeed rare for the death toll to reach double digits, especially when knights died.
“Hmm, maybe.”
There were no interesting channels to watch. Isabella simply turned off the TV again.
Then. Together with her best friend, she turned her gaze back to her most beloved reserve food.
“Evan~” Isabella only called his name when she was most moved. Having rested for only a short while, she was already getting impatient.
Tsk. Alright, alright, let’s continue then.
Evan even proactively pulled both of them into his arms, then rolled over, pinning them both underneath him.
Looking at the two charming beautiful girls. Under the ambiguous warm yellow light, they seemed somewhat scared, cuddling together, their fingers tightly clasped, looking like good sisters. Evan felt a bit overwhelmed again.
Hmm. Tonight, he was afraid he wouldn’t be completely drained by the two of them, afraid it really wouldn’t work at all...
