Lynn became interested and continued to ask, "Are there many beings like you in the Enchanting Forest?"

Listening to the young man's persistent questions, Yaya grew increasingly nervous.

She quickly shook her head and said, "I don't know!"

"I've always lived alone in the Enchanting Forest!"

"I don't know if there are others like me, I'm a half-human, half-demon!"

Lynn didn't speak, staring directly at Yaya.

After a few seconds, Lynn nodded and turned toward the sound outside the Red Brick House.

He hadn't yet stepped out of the Red Brick House when Yaya's somewhat anxious voice echoed from behind.

"Oh, young and handsome Lord, I've answered your questions, could you provide me with some food?"

"Hmm... I'm... hungry..."

Listening to that last sentence, Lynn's hair stood on end involuntarily.

It was just a simple sentence.

If paired with her vivid bodily posture and movements.

Lynn found it hard to imagine what kind of person could resist the allure of a succubus.

Lynn didn't turn back, instead, he looked toward Kuisi, "Provide her with three regular meals a day."

Kuisi nodded, "Yes, sir."

As he walked out of the Red Brick House, Lynn instructed, "Arrange guards to keep watch over the Red Brick House. No one is allowed entry except for me and the one delivering the meals."

Red, who followed behind Lynn, responded, "Understood, sir."

Lynn acknowledged with a sound, his mind beginning to ponder.

The existence of a succubus poses a minor threat to the townsmen who have never seen such things before.

They will fear these creatures that should only exist in legend.

This succubus has the ability of Transformation Disguise.

However, for now, he doesn't know how to control this succubus!

He needs to have absolute control over the life and death of this succubus.

Otherwise, even if the succubus's ability is strong and it could easily gain the favor of a Grand Duke or the Emperor of the Empire, losing control would result in defection.

Failing to gain intelligence information is one thing, but it might also bring unnecessary trouble.

Before this problem can be solved, he can only imprison it first.

As he contemplated, Lynn arrived at another Red Brick House.

Having just entered, through the glow of the torchlight, Lynn saw the dwarf in the cage.

Flint Fire Furnace!

His eyes opened, looking at Lynn.

Before Lynn could speak, Flint unceremoniously said, "Youngster, could you let the old man have a drink?"

Hearing Flint's words, Lynn's brow slightly raised.

Flint seemed indifferent to his current predicament; he was more concerned about whether there was alcohol.

Lynn glanced at Red, and Red instantly comprehended, speaking a few words to a nearby guard.

The guard immediately jogged out of the Red Brick House.

Soon after.

The Red Brick House plunged into silence.

Until a few minutes later.

The sound of two slightly heavy footsteps could be heard outside the Red Brick House. It was the guard returning with the beer.

When a barrel of beer was placed outside the cage, a look of surprise appeared on Flint's normally indifferent face.

"Beer?"

Flint immediately got up and moved to the edge of the cage.

Without any chains restraining him, he waved his right hand in the air, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes to savor it.

"Beer with added hops?"

A few seconds later.

Flint exhaled the inhaled air in one go, even emitting a satisfied 'hehe' sound.

His gaze turned to Lynn, speaking eagerly, "Youngster, quick..."

"The old man can't take it anymore, quickly give the old man that barrel of beer!"

Lynn became intrigued, crossing his arms in front of him.

Looking at Flint's unusually stout figure, yet his height only reaching about a meter when standing, it had a certain comedic effect.

It wasn't a matter of racial discrimination against his height and body.

But because, the dwarf's damned body proportions were simply too amusing.

Flint seemed to sense that he was somewhat losing composure.

His eager expression slowly returned to normal.

He forcibly averted his gaze, but after just two seconds, it would fall back on the barrel.

Flint took a deep breath and said, "Young... young Lord, if you give that barrel of beer to the old man, the old man can craft you a handy weapon."

"What do you think?"

Lynn did not speak, continuing to cross his arms, looking at Flint.

Feeling the cold-shoulder from Lynn, an inexplicable anger gradually rose in Flint's heart.

But he still forcibly suppressed it, continuing, "I'll add a set of body armor as well."

"According to your humans' words, it's a surefire deal!"

Only then.

Lynn nodded and said, "It is indeed a surefire deal."

"Red, give him the beer."

Red, who was waiting on the side, said nothing, walking to the cage to unlock the chain.

Amidst the clinking of chains against the cage, Flint inside the cage became excited once again.

The guards behind Red, seeing the cage about to be unlocked, sensibly drew their scimitars from their waists.

Flint wasn't bothered at all, explaining calmly, "If the old man wanted to escape, I wouldn't have been brought here by that wicked merchant in the first place."

After speaking, seeing that this Lord had no intention of having the guards lower their weapons.

Flint sighed helplessly, "Cautious youngster."

Soon after.

The cage was opened, and Flint swiftly tried to squeeze out of the cage.

However, as soon as he approached the doorway of the cage, a gleaming steel blade was held horizontally in front of him.

Flint raised an eyebrow, looking up at the tall and robust Red.

"Rash youngster!"

Red's widened eyes were also watching Flint.

Lynn's voice sounded, "Let him carry it in himself."

Upon hearing Lynn's words, Red finally removed his scimitar.

Flint immediately stepped out of the cage, went over to the barrel, bent his strong and sturdy legs, and wrapped his arms around the edge of the barrel...

As his legs straightened again, the nearly three-hundred-pound, full-to-the-brim barrel was directly lifted by Flint.

Under the astonished gazes of everyone around, he walked back into the cage.

Flint even used his foot to close the cage door along the way.

He seemed to treat the cage like it was his home!

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