The Lustful Villain: Every Milfs and Gilfs are Mine! - Chapter 349. Starting Now I’m Going To Focus On That Druid’s Desire!

Chapter 349: 349. Starting Now I’m Going To Focus On That Druid’s Desire!

Iris looked at him with the full expression she had been working on since the gate. It wasn’t the calm, collected look she usually had, but rather the look of someone who had been carrying a weight and just learned that it would be different from what it had been.

As she always did when she heard something she didn’t fully understand, Nerith paid close attention to what was being said. The leaves in her hair were a warm green, which meant she was busy, not an amber color, which would have meant she was feeling something.

Rex looked at her.

She saw the look and turned to the window instead.

Aisella, who had been sitting quietly with the same look on her face that she had when she was taking a long test, said to Nerith, “The ventilation shaft network.”

Nerith turned to her.

’The connection doesn’t break, but it changes register.”

“I read Elizabeth’s reports on the surveys from the first mapping trip.” Aisella said, “The geological data includes profiles of the soil type and depth for the whole canyon system.”

Nerith looked at her for a second.

Aisella said, “Most field outcomes are decided during the prep work.”

After letting their conversation settle for a moment, Rex moved closer and stood next to Aisella with the calmness of someone who had chosen to join a conversation that was already going on rather than cut it off.

Aisella gave him the look she used when she was acknowledging a compliment without making it into a thing.

“The register change at the third level,” he said. “Does it affect output, or just how the channel feels to you?”

“Both, potentially,” she said. “The channel responds to what the environment gives it. If the natural energy at that depth runs differently from what I’m used to working with, the output could shift in ways I wouldn’t be able to fully predict in advance.”

“So you’d be working with less certainty on the third level,” he said. “Not less capability, just less predictability.”

He said, “Then it’s useful that you know that now,” but his tone wasn’t exactly reassuring.

“You’ll have time to adjust your approach before we get there.”

The leaves that were near the edge of her hair had changed color. The color change wasn’t very noticeable; it was only on the edges and showed the exact amber color that popped up when her emotions were getting the best of her.

Instead, it sounded like something she was noticing and trying to figure out.

“Why not?”

“Because you already know what it is,” he said. “That’s the part that matters.”

It was a simple sentence. It was not poetic, and it was not elaborate, and it did not ask for anything in return, which was precisely why it landed the way it did.

Before she looked away toward the tree line, the amber in the leaves got a little darker. That’s how she looked when she was doing something inside her that she didn’t want anyone to see.

He saw the number and then just stood there and watched her look at the trees. He didn’t say anything else because he knew that stopping at the right time was more important than saying anything else.

Rex looked at the road ahead.

The road east of Aethelgard looked like a travel route that people used all the time instead of just occasionally. This meant that it was kept up in the way that people relied on instead of just adding to it, ensuring a smoother and safer journey for travelers who frequently used the route.

And of course, the road didn’t proceed smoothly after that. The first attack occurred at three o’clock.

There were about twenty individuals, which was more than a typical bandit group but fewer than a well-organized military unit. Some of them were the kind of people who were very comfortable with their animals, and the animals in question were not pets.

The carriage came to a stop.

He could hear the door of the first carriage opening forty meters ahead.

He looked at the blockage.

Rex said, “Move the animals first.”

“The animals are going to be a problem,” Rex said. “Not for me, but for themselves.”

The lead figure appeared to be processing this response, which was not the response they had been prepared for, indicating a moment of surprise or confusion about the unexpected nature of the reply.

Rex reached into the Elemental Magic Creation and began building.

The result, when he released it, was something that looked like nothing until it was approximately two meters from its target, at which point the thermal-displacement layer activated.

The three armored constructs at the road’s flanks turned and left the road in the unhurried but definitive manner of things that had just decided to be somewhere else.

“Good,” Rex said. “Now the people.”

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