Chapter 47

Amavre was a beautiful woman. In particular, her slightly thick, fleshy lips did not detract from her overall appearance but instead made her appear even more sensually alluring. This high-ranking member of the Trinity Baptist Church, the woman with the title of Black Cloak Messenger, always liked to wear a tight black leather bodysuit that exposed her smooth, white back and most of her chest. However, if any man mistakenly thought she was a promiscuous woman and showed any sign of frivolity, he would surely regret it.

Long Ge Rite knew very well that this woman was not to be trifled with. So even though she showed an indifferent attitude towards his son's death, he did not dare to show any anger, but only lowered his head, staring at Amavre's high heels, which had heels over ten centimeters high.

"All useless men," Amavre said with a faint smile, mocking in her heart. Her hand, wearing long leather gloves, was playing with a pink sphere the size of an orange.

The sphere was dull and lifeless, yet it possessed a mysterious power, as if it could absorb all the surrounding light.

Suddenly, the sound of shouting and fighting came from outside, and Amavre's expression changed slightly. "Oh, the cavalry of that little mustachioed earl has already reached the front gate?"

"Come on, Long Ge, pack up the things you want. Don't hesitate anymore," the seductive Black Cloak Messenger said, reciting a spell to open a portal. "I know your son is dead and you want revenge. But remember, the sweetness and satisfaction of revenge come from the pain of suppressing your hatred and letting the whip of anger lash your heart. The goddess Lovita understands this well."

"So," she paused, then continued, "even though the mage named Gordon Freeman killed my brother, I didn't immediately go after him. I enjoy the feeling of being tormented by the flames of revenge. However, after the debauchery ritual is completed and the Sinful Pearl is fully charged, I will have a good talk with that young man."

Amavre's "talk" was far from just a talk. Long Ge shuddered at the mere thought of the cruel and bloody scene.

He followed her instructions, taking a few valuable items from the room and then retrieving a noblewoman's portrait from a hidden compartment, holding it tightly in front of him.

"Hmph, you stubborn wild boar, you still haven't given up on that legend," Amavre chuckled, walking into the portal. Long Ge Rite, after a final lingering look at the house, followed her away...

The fact that merchants had conspired with the orcs in his jurisdiction gave Earl Yurian a headache about how to explain it to the empire. However, in this cleansing operation, the Lord of Bluewater City had a significant harvest, truly celebrating a bountiful festival.

Although the head of the Rite family, Long Ge, had fled, it didn't matter. In Earl Yurian's eyes, he was just a greedy merchant who couldn't cause much trouble. The batch of seized military equipment, though mostly unsuitable for human soldiers, could still provide a large amount of high-quality raw materials when the heavy full-body armors were melted down.

The Rite family's several weapon workshops in the city were all sealed, and the skilled blacksmiths were a considerable wealth. There was also the private dock, warehouses... Not to mention the gold coins, jewels, and various precious statues, vases, oil paintings, and tableware obtained from the search of the Rite family's mansion—Long Ge had spent a lot of money to collect artworks to enhance his noble appearance.

According to rumors, on the night of the Harvest Festival, the four most beautiful concubines of the Rite family were sleeping in the Lord of Bluewater City's bed.

Everyone involved in the cleansing operation, from Earl Yurian to the ordinary warriors, received various benefits. However, Gordon, who played the most important role in this matter, was sitting at the head of the dining table, enjoying the Harvest Festival feast carefully prepared by Bard.

"Go to the city council tomorrow morning. Uncle Yurian wants to meet the mage who uncovered the Rite family's conspiracy."

After the cleansing operation, Dorn, who had been with Earl Yurian all along, brought this news to Gordon. Then the young nobleman of the Lannister family eagerly returned to Rainbow Spring Manor to have in-depth exchanges with the noble ladies.

"Brother, why did you hide such a dangerous thing from me? I'm a level 5 warrior, and my Purple Lightning and Dragon Sound haven't fought together yet," Siona complained after Gordon told her about what happened in the sewers. She really wished she had been there to fight alongside her brother and friend and personally send that hateful Dengwei Rite to hell.

"Siona, my dear sister," Gordon played with his fork, putting a piece of buttered pheasant in his mouth, chewing slowly, letting the rich and smooth taste fill his mouth. Then he said slowly, "The communication range of the message brooch I gave you is very short. At that time, time was tight, and I didn't have the conditions to notify you."

Taking a sip of the slightly bitter and fragrant sparkling wine, Gordon added, "Although the battle was intense, and Haolin was an enemy who couldn't be ignored, I was well-prepared and didn't encounter real danger. But speaking of danger, Shalaya almost got..."

Gordon looked at the half-elf girl with a playful smile. Her silver eyes shimmered with a watery glow, looking at the grinning mage with a pleading gaze, feeling uneasy.

"This guy just likes to bully me. Don't tell Siona those embarrassing things!"

Gordon didn't continue. He just wanted to tease Shalaya a bit, not really to make her lose face in front of her good friend. He shifted his attention back to the exquisite dishes, enjoying the various flavors while admiring the dining postures of the two beautiful girls, Siona and Shalaya.

As the dinner approached its end, Gordon put down his knife and fork, stood up, and said, "Wait a moment, I'll go get the dessert."

What dessert needed him, the noble baron and head of the Freeman family, to fetch? Couldn't the two little maidservants bring it in?

Siona and Shalaya looked at each other, puzzled.

A moment later, Gordon returned to the dining room with a tray. He placed two highball glasses in front of Siona and Shalaya and gestured for them to try. "Two beautiful ladies, please taste the ice cream made by Gordon Freeman himself."

"Ice cream? What is this food?" Shalaya curiously examined the object in the highball glass: white, soft, a bit like frozen cheese, emitting a cool and inviting sweet aroma, with a red cherry on top as a garnish, making it even more appetizing.

Siona picked up a silver spoon, scooped a small bite, and put the ice cream in her mouth. She gently pressed her lips, savoring the cool and sweet taste, her eyes shining with excitement. "Brother, did you make this yourself?"

"Yes," Gordon said proudly.

To be honest, Gordon wasn't a ladies' man or a modern good man. He knew nothing about cooking. However, he had a great interest and enthusiasm for making desserts, such as pastries, cakes, bread, cookies, and cold drinks. The reason was simple: most girls liked desserts. When the girl you liked ate the dessert you made with her eyes shining like a little glutton, your pursuit was almost successful.

Although he had crossed over, the girls in the Telos world still loved desserts, a universal rule across the multiverse. Gordon knew that ice cream was a very useful prop for increasing affection with girls. He had started preparing a few days before the Harvest Festival, specifically making a magic wand with a constant zero-level spell, Frost Ray, as a cooling tool.

Now, seeing the two girls eating happily, Gordon knew he had achieved his goal.

"This is the best Harvest Festival gift I've ever received!"

"If it were summer, this dessert would drive noble ladies crazy!"

The two girls quickly finished their portions. Gordon smiled and offered them his own ice cream, which he had only taken two bites of. Siona didn't hesitate to pick up the silver spoon and continue enjoying the sweet and cool taste, while Shalaya hesitated for a moment—sharing food with a man was something only very close relationships did. But she couldn't resist the temptation of the delicious food.

Gordon noticed that Irel and Ilean, standing by his side, also had envious expressions, staring at the seemingly magical white food. In this world, where productivity was not as advanced as on Earth, sweet foods were rare for common girls like Irel and Ilean. Honey and sugar were considered luxuries.

"You two little gluttons, there are portions left for you in the kitchen," Gordon said with a smile.

"Thank you, Master!" The two sisters beamed with joy. If not for Siona's presence—whom they still respected as the mistress of the Freeman family—these two young maidservants would have probably excitedly jumped into Gordon's arms.

After a pleasant dinner, Siona invited the cheerful and slightly tipsy Shalaya to stay overnight, while Gordon returned to his bedroom.

As usual, he used a light spell to illuminate the entire room, then sat comfortably in a recliner and continued reading the scroll notes of the Great Arcanist Nesser Dulan.

To level up from level 4 to level 5 required 4000 experience points, and he had to seize every moment.

As midnight approached, Gordon felt a wave of drowsiness. He put the scroll in his dimensional bag and prepared to wash up and rest.

Knock knock...

The knocking sound came.

"Who is it?"

"It's me, Shalaya."

So late and still coming to see me? Gordon smiled meaningfully. He tidied his clothes and opened the door.

The half-elf girl stood outside the door, looking fresh and lively. She had just taken a bath, her green hair still wet, shining with a soft luster under the magical light. Her white skin, softened by water and heat, had a tender red hue. She wore a thin white silk nightgown, boldly displaying her feminine allure and beauty.

Gordon stepped aside to let her in. "Come in."

Although she felt her whole body heat up under Gordon's invasive gaze, Shalaya still mustered the courage to enter the bedroom.