"Hey, your dear God even sent you a little ring, quite generous, huh~" Yarbede's tone was filled with ambiguous hints, and her purple-black eyes seemed to see through Dali's thoughts, "Really makes one envious."

Dali was made blushing and her heart racing by her actions and words, half from embarrassment, half from an instinctive discomfort at the sacrilegious atmosphere.

She almost snatched the letter and ring, stepped back, and slightly bowed, "Thank... thank you for delivering them."

Dali then recalled something, hurriedly took out a Gold Coin and a letter, and said, "Please take this to Mr. Duke."

Yarbede took the Gold Coin and the letter and smiled slightly, "My name is Yarbede~"

"Sorry, Lady Yarbede! I... my name is Dali." Dali seemed to feel she was somewhat impolite and quickly apologized.

Yarbede laughed, "Of course, I know your name is Dali, otherwise how could I deliver the letter here?"

Dali showed embarrassment on her face; whether it was Yarbede's attire or her powerful aura, they both put great pressure on her.

Knowing that Matthew, a Level 2 Mage, dared not to make a sound or move a finger when facing Yarbede, let alone Dali, who was only a Level 1 Mage.

"You're so nervous your ears are red~ really... makes one want to bully you a bit, relax, I've taken the letter." Yarbede squinted at Dali as if looking at a trembling little rabbit.

After speaking, she emitted a series of pleasant light laughter, stepped back, and then once again merged into the suddenly split dark crevice, disappearing without a trace.

The cold and seductive aura dissipated quickly, restoring the prior sanctity and tranquility in the quiet room.

Only Dali was left standing there, tightly clutching the letter that seemed still to carry a trace of her fragrance and a hint of moisture.

Like Duke and Matthew before her, Dali only realized at this moment that she was sweating profusely, and her robe was almost soaking through, revealing the fair skin and white ribbon on her back.

Facing Yarbede, she endured enormous pressure, even more significant than she was consciously aware of.

Yet, the body's instincts were straightforward; sweating so much was enough to prove just how strong the oppressive feeling Yarbede brought.

...

Wizard Plane, Black Sail, Deserted Island.

Duke was still waiting in his bedroom, just as he concentrated on sensing the Messenger's mark, guessing when the reply would arrive, the space within the bedroom began to ripple silently.

A space crack appeared before the big bed, with silent dark energy flowing along the edges.

Yarbede stepped out from the crack.

She had changed into a completely different yet equally captivating outfit, a pure white robe seemingly woven from moonlight and shadow.

The robe was extremely bold and sexy, with a V-neck that almost reached her waist, exposing her proud bosom and fair skin, and the design was high-slit on the sides, showcasing a glimpse of her long and slender legs wrapped in translucent black silk while walking.

Its sleeves were wide with dark golden thorn patterns embroidered around the edges, constantly extinguishing and rebirthing, adding a touch of eerie allure to her attire filled with holy radiance.

Yarbede's long hair was casually draped, contrasting sharply with the pure white robe, enhancing the porcelain-like fairness of her skin and her mesmerizing radiance.

Her bare feet, immaculate and untouched, lightly touched the floor, silent and yet carrying a kind of fatal attraction.

Yarbede held a letter between her fingers, swaying it lazily.

"Your little Holy Daughter's reply to you." Yarbede handed the letter to Duke, and the wide sleeve of her pure white robe slid down, exposing her snow-white arm.

"Thank you." Duke expressed his gratitude, then took the letter and checked the contents inside, where indeed there was a Magic Crystal Stone.

With the sending and receiving, it was enough to prove the Messenger indeed possessed the ability to cross Planes to deliver messages, and he roughly understood the usage method.

Yarbede seemingly had no intention of leaving yet. She looked at Duke, who was focused on inspecting the message, her pure white robe drawing an elegant arc as she lightly turned.

She stepped forward barefoot, closing in on Duke, and that mix of holy and fallen scent once again enveloped him.

"Is the test over?" Yarbede's voice carried a hint of lazy complaint, and her purple-black eyes gleamed with a glint of bad intentions, "You want to send me away after using me?"

Duke was just about to speak but suddenly saw Yarbede's hand, wearing a delicate black finger guard, gently pressing against his chest.

A force that seemed gentle yet irresistibly powerful transmitted through.

Duke felt a skillful push, involuntarily staggering back two steps, falling onto the soft big bed, without time to make any effective resistance.

The next moment, shadows enveloped the place, accompanied by a tantalizing fragrance.

Yarbede's knees, wrapped in transparent black silk, were already pressed on either side of Duke's bed, she bent down, that face, combining extreme holiness and seduction, instantly approached Duke, so close that they could almost feel each other's breath.

The breathtaking curvature beneath her V-neck of the pure white robe nearly drooped down, touching Duke's chest.

"You..." Duke's pupils slightly contracted, Magic Power within him instinctively began to operate, and the Divine Status of the God of Light within his mind slightly shook, emitting a cooling presence to resist the temptation and oppression pouncing forward.

But Yarbede was faster; her finger from the other hand had already gently pressed on Duke's lips, the fingertips cold, carrying an indisputable intent.

"Hush..." she emitted a soft breath, her purple-black eyes like a bottomless vortex, firmly locking onto Duke's gaze, "Don't be nervous, just collecting a little... extra service tip. After all, interrupting a lady's bath time is quite a rude behavior~"

Her voice was pressed extremely low, filled with magnetic allure. Warm breath brushed against Duke's cheek, carrying a chilling fragrance.

Duke's muscles tightened all over, but his body was suppressed by her invisible but overwhelming aura, unable to move.

Duke realized that facing such a huge power gap, he had no means against Yarbede.

She hadn't violated the Messenger contract and hadn't hurt him; it was even considered somewhat enjoyable.

Under such circumstances, there seemed to be no way to resist, so he might as well enjoy it.

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