Chapter 75

After chatting for a while, Xiona, knowing that Gordon was extremely tired from his long adventure and battles in the castle, did not disturb him further. She instructed him to rest well and then left obediently.

After being bathed and dressed by the two little girls, Gordon returned to his bedroom and soon fell into a deep sleep...

The next morning.

"Hmm, being able to use the Levitation Spell three times and the Flight Spell twice a day, these Gryphon Feather Boots are quite good," Gordon said, half-lying on his large, soft bed, carefully examining a pair of boots he found in Amavre's dimensional bag.

The boots were made from specially selected calf leather. The unique stitching indicated that they were likely crafted by elves. On the surface of the boots, there was a rune "thul," surrounded by a simple magic array composed of three equilateral triangles. This array, which could be found on many magical armors, allowed the wearer to freely adjust the size of the armor within a certain range to fit different body types.

A griffin feather was inserted into the heel of the boots. The feathers of these powerful creatures were essential materials for creating many flight-related magical items.

Amavre, an 11th-level Celestial, indeed had many good things. These Gryphon Feather Boots would provide Gordon with greater flexibility and mobility, which would be very useful.

Using the Levitation Spell to hover above and throw fireballs at enemies who lacked ranged attacks was a highly enjoyable activity for mages. With the Flight Spell, whether fleeing or pursuing, the efficiency would be greatly increased.

Next, he took out a neatly folded cloak from the dimensional bag. The cloak was made from a precious fabric, covered with tightly packed, shiny scales about the size of fingernails. After a careful examination, he confirmed it was a "Dragon Scale Cloak."

Of course, the "dragon" here did not refer to true dragons but rather the weaker sub-species of dragons—noble dragons generally referred to these lowly relatives as "stupid reptiles."

Gordon's fingertips gently slid over the scales, and a slight burning sensation immediately came from his skin. He was certain that the original owner of these scales was an adult fire lizard, also known as a "salamander" by elves.

Although not as powerful as true dragons, fire lizards were still relatively strong among creatures with dragon blood. They were certainly more powerful than dogheads. A cloak made from fire lizard scales could provide strong fire resistance and decent defense for the wearer. For a mage who could not wear armor, wearing a fire lizard cloak was like wearing a suit of scale armor.

Moreover, the weight of fire lizard scales could rival that of mithril, known for its lightness. Gordon, after putting on the cloak, found that it did not affect his flexibility at all.

If classified according to the item levels in the "Ancient Era," the Gryphon Feather Boots and the Fire Lizard Cloak were both exceptional magical items, worth at least 4,000 gold coins together. The value of magical items, especially high-level ones, was evident. Many mages had to accumulate wealth for five to six years to obtain an item of this grade.

In addition to the Gryphon Feather Boots and the Fire Lizard Cloak, Amavre's dimensional bag also contained 20 white gold coins and some gems. With his previous savings, Gordon finally had enough cash to repay his debt. He felt relieved and planned to take the IOU to the Wogin Temple to pay off the debt today.

Gordon was concentrating on checking his loot when he suddenly felt a slight pain in his lower body. He glanced down and saw the half-elf girl, lying naked between his legs, grinning mischievously and showing her cute little fangs as she playfully bit his erect member.

"Bad, I've put aside all my shame to do this, and you're still checking your loot," Shellea said, her cheeks flushed, half-coquettishly, half-reproachfully, her voice sweet as honey. As she spoke, her pink tongue skillfully moved around, leaving a trail of moisture on Gordon's hardness.

That morning, just before dawn, while Gordon was half-asleep, he suddenly felt a warm, soft body slip into the bed.

As promised, Gordon and Shellea celebrated their survival and safe departure from the Sun Elf Castle with an intense session in bed.

After trying several positions and releasing three times inside the girl, the newly established lovers finally calmed down.

However, Gordon did not idle. He checked the loot from Amavre while guiding Shellea to perform oral service for him.

It had to be said that the girl had a natural talent in this area. Although she was initially shy and reluctant to do such things, after being coaxed with sweet words, Shellea obediently knelt between Gordon's legs, her round, white buttocks raised, and used her mouth to serve him.

At first, she was a bit awkward, but she quickly became proficient, and the pleasurable sensation made Gordon's heart race, forcing him to focus on the magical items in the dimensional bag to distract himself.

"Good, my Shellea is doing well," Gordon said, gently stroking her soft hair to encourage her.

Shellea smiled sweetly, purred like a cat, and worked even harder.

Watching the girl devotedly serving him, Gordon felt a sense of satisfaction and conquest.

As her head moved back and forth, her chest also jiggled, the already ample softness appearing even larger due to gravity. Gordon's heart raced, and he reached out to grab them, feeling the tender, silky texture in his palm.

He gently pinched the tender nipples and said, "Good girl, hold them."

Shellea rolled her eyes at her lover but still complied, feeling a burning sensation in her chest as if holding a hot iron rod, her expression dazed, and instinctively rubbing them with her hands...

"Bad guy, you just bully me," Shellea said, extending her tongue to lick the white fluid from the corner of her mouth. She then got out of bed, found a tissue, and cleaned up what Gordon had released on her chest.

She pounced into Gordon's arms, panting and whispered, "Do you men all like big chests?"

"Stupid, I like you, so I like every part of your body," Gordon said softly. At this moment, he had to comfort his little lover. If he had said something like "What's wrong with men liking chests?" it would have ruined the mood.

"You just say sweet words to deceive people," Shellea giggled, her slender hands roaming over Gordon's chest. "I have a sister, you know, and she has a great figure too."

"Sister?" Gordon was slightly taken aback.

"Sure enough, men are all the same. They haven't finished their drink but are already thinking about the barrel," Shellea pouted. "Are you thinking about having both me and my sister serve you in bed? Having a pair of identical beauties would surely be very satisfying, right?"

Gordon didn't expect his slight reaction to make Shellea jealous and had to defend himself, "No, that's not true."

The girl didn't say anything, just curled up.

"What are you doing?"

"To keep my mage from straying, I have to try my best to satisfy his needs..." Shellea mumbled.

Gordon felt himself enveloped in warmth...

...

After fooling around for the morning, they finally got up and washed up. At lunch, Gordon and Shellea tried to act normally to avoid arousing Xiona's suspicion. However, when Elaine served Shellea a plate of yogurt, nuts, and chicken breast, she blushed and looked flustered.

"Little sister, go with me to the Wogin Temple this afternoon to pay off the debt," Gordon said after dessert was served.

"Did you manage to gather 3000 gold coins so quickly?" Xiona was surprised. The ponytailed girl remembered that the last time Gordon showed her his savings, it was only 15 white gold coins and some loose gold, far from the amount needed to repay the debt.

"I had some extra gains in the Sun Elf Castle."

Xiona nodded and didn't ask further. In her mind, Gordon was already a powerful mage, and she wouldn't be overly surprised by any of his achievements.

The Church of Wogin, the goddess of wealth, though not as powerful as the three major temples, had a wide following among city artisans, shopkeepers, and traveling merchants, making it a significant force.

Wogin priests all wore golden robes with gold cuffs, silver patterns, and bright gems on their chests, adorned with jewels and precious metals. However, thanks to their excellent design, they did not appear vulgar like nouveau riche but rather exuded a noble aura.

Of course, this impression was limited to Wogin's believers. For Gordon, as soon as he entered the opulent Wogin Temple, which was even more luxurious than the residence of the Lord of the Scepter, he could smell the stench of money. After all, the Wogin Temple was the creditor of the Freeman family and had set the interest rate so high.

The Church of Wogin, which prioritized the accumulation of wealth, not only provided a place for believers to seek blessings and pray to the goddess but also had an important business: lending.

Hearing that Gordon was coming to repay a debt of 3000 gold coins, the Wogin Temple specially assigned a mid-level priest to receive him, just as a bank would assign a manager to a major client.