After the Breakup, All Four Wives Went Crazy! - Chapter 5

Su Zhao wanted to grind for favorability points to the point of going crazy.

After working hard by Evelyn’s side for so long, she finally had some headway.

The sweet romance branch was right ahead!

She had no intention of letting all her efforts go to waste.

The Holy See wasn’t stupid.

They had always been well aware of Lanster City’s schemes.

Once she returned from this place, the Holy See’s already heavy guard against her would undoubtedly swell to a degree she couldn’t possibly imagine.

Please, that was the supreme treasure of the Holy See.

Asking an ordinary person like her, who lacked the strength to truss a chicken, to pit herself against those powerful magicians who could crush her to death by simply pulling out a hair.

Looking at the big picture, the immediate crisis was only temporary and manageable. The worst possible result would just be Su Zhao reloading her save to grind again, falling behind a bit in progress.

However, if she betrayed Evelyn, offended her, let her favorability drop to zero, and made an enemy of the Holy See, whose influence spanned the entire continent and whom even the Empress feared, while she truly wouldn’t need to reload a save, in the future, Su Zhao probably wouldn’t even know how she died.

Normal difficulty versus hell difficulty: anyone with a brain would know how to choose.

Todd said leisurely, “What a pity.”

Yet, seeming to understand her choice, she didn’t try to persuade her further. She waved at a nearby attendant, signaling her to leave, and slowly stepped closer to Su Zhao.

As she drew nearer, Su Zhao noticed that the color of her eyes seemed too deep, pitch black to the extreme. It was like a bottomless abyss, incapable of absorbing any light.

Todd looked at her calmly.

“Those rude fellows are truly far too impolite.”

Su Zhao cupped her chin in her hand and said in a haunting tone,

“Can you not act so hypocritical? I’m afraid I might not be able to help myself and vomit right in front of you; that would truly be impolite.”

Todd replied, “You really are the most fresh, refined, and unpretentious noble lady I have ever seen.”

Su Zhao retorted, “Don’t think I don’t understand that you’re calling me rude.”

Todd fell silent for a moment, then changed the subject.

“Although we failed to reach a cooperation this time, if you change your mind in the future and are willing to lend my master a helping hand, please contact us.”

Su Zhao only found it strange that even at this point, she still wanted to persuade her into cooperating.

Yet compared to her previous tough and haughty attitude, her tone this time had visibly softened a lot.

Todd lowered her head slightly, her fingertips brushing against the badge and pausing for a brief second. As if hesitating, she quickly regained her firmness.

She slowly extended her hand, her movements gentle and carrying a hint of solemnity, as she removed the badge pinned to her chest.

“Please rest assured.”

Supporting it with both hands, she carefully cradled the badge in her palm, walked up to Su Zhao, bent slightly, and presented the badge to her with a posture bordering on piety.

Her voice was soft and sincere, as though she had given it deep thought: “My master has always been generous. As long as you can satisfy its demands, it will surely give you a satisfactory reward.”

Su Zhao thought, “Oh.”

She understood now. They had changed tactics.

Todd’s attitude was exceptionally pious.

To the point that Su Zhao couldn’t help doubting for a second: was Duke Norland, who had once made a deal with the devil and was now seeking medicine from the elves in the Sun Forest, actually a living person or a dead one?

Or rather, inside this body, was it her, or that powerful and evil demon?

And Todd, this exceptionally pious believer, who was the master she kept referring to?

Should she accept it or not? That is a good question.

This was highly likely an item belonging to a demon.

Su Zhao hesitated for a moment. She had previously felt that this thing very much resembled a prop. Although it might carry some risks, if it was a useful prop, bearing the risk wouldn’t be a loss.

After all, wealth is sought through danger.

“Alright, I understand.”

Seeing her attitude be so cautious, Su Zhao felt a bit embarrassed to take it with just one hand. Having no choice but to follow suit, she cupped the badge with both hands and took it.

The badge landed in her palm.

Her immediate reaction was cold.

The surface of the badge was ice cold and smooth, yet upon contact, it possessed a sticky texture. It gave off a faint rust-like odor, as though it had just been soaked in tainted blood.

The chill rapidly spread along Su Zhao’s skin. That aura was exceptionally gloomy, as if welling up from an endless abyss, capable of freezing blood and swallowing the body’s heat entirely.

In just a fraction of a moment, Su Zhao felt as though her fingers were about to be frozen stiff.

She carefully moved her fingers, wondering if her perception was simply too sensitive, or if it was just an illusion caused by stereotypical bias.

She always felt that the continuously climbing, gloomy chill possessed a life of its own, constantly twisting and struggling in her palm, attempting to drill into her body and probe her soul.

It was a pity that this daring dating sim player didn’t believe in souls at all.

She even had the bandwidth to let her mind wander, wondering if this counted as skin-to-skin contact with a demon. She wondered if kissing the badge would count as kissing a demon. It was a pity she couldn’t get any more information or check the favorability level.

Su Zhao dangled the badge by its edge and immediately opened the system to check the details.

[Prop]

[A Useless Badge]

[You ask what it’s useful for? Didn’t I already say it’s useless? Maybe you can use it to cool down when you feel the weather is too hot in the middle of summer? Of course, it’s a useless prop, so don’t expect its cooling effect to be very good.]

[Seemingly tainted by a strange aura, slightly causing emotions to rise]

A useless badge?

The game was really stingy with giving face to demons.

Su Zhao turned it over and touched it all around. The quality of this badge far surpassed ordinary magical artifacts. Whether judged by the rarity of its material or the magnitude and intricacy of the energy contained within, it was undeniably a powerful dark magical artifact without a doubt.

Yet it received a useless evaluation here in the game.

How harsh.

“If I obtain the item, how should I contact you?”

Su Zhao held the badge, looking left and right, but found no magic array imprint on it. Even the description information had a mosaic over it, and Su Zhao didn’t get any more useful information.

She had a slight suspicion that if this truly belonged to that legendary demon, the demon might use this thing to suddenly materialize and give her a big surprise.

Hopefully not while she was taking a bath.

Unexpectedly, Todd gently shook her head, refuting her guess.

“When you obtain the item, my master will personally come to pay a visit.”

Huh?

Then the question arose: how did they know she had obtained the item?

Better not to dwell on it.

Thinking about it was terrifying.

Since it was a prop anyway, and although the badge’s very existence naturally inspired a sense of repulsion and made it relatively less endearing, Su Zhao put it away first regardless of its utility.

Anyway, no matter what kind of tricks the demon wanted to pull, to a save-scumming master adept at reloading saves, all its efforts would be completely in vain.

At worst, she could just reload the save.

By a save-scumming master’s wild path of courting death.

Having stowed away the prop, Su Zhao looked toward Todd.

Unable to hold back her curiosity, she asked out of nowhere, “Is Duke Norland still around?”

Her question was so sudden that it left no time for the listener to think, making every reaction entirely natural and real.

Todd paused for a second before turning to look at her. “Naturally, Your Highness, please do not curse my master.” Her tone carried displeasure, revealing not the slightest flaw.

Su Zhao nodded. “Please do not misunderstand, I had no other meaning. I was merely reminding you not to forget to invite me back to play in Lanster City after your master returns.”

Su Zhao considered her own tone to be quite serious, without a single stray thought.

She definitely hadn’t thought about shedding fur, losing a tail, or even a little imp with a bald tail dragging behind it.

However, Todd clearly misunderstood her. The look she gave her became even more complicated as she forced out, “Rest assured, I will convey your words to my master.”

After that, she closed her mouth and remained completely silent, focusing solely on activating the magic array on the cage.

The array was far too complex. A half-baked loafer like Su Zhao naturally couldn’t understand it, but she possessed the spirit of asking without shame. Very familiarly, she tugged on Todd’s sleeve. “What does this do?”

Todd wore an expression as if she had a toothache. Whenever Su Zhao tugged, she would brush her off, explaining reluctantly, “The magic array of the cage is connected to the auction stage. Once activated, it can directly teleport you over.”

Su Zhao tilted her head and thought about it, suddenly enlightened.

Ah! A conveyor belt for dishes!

Todd was an experienced food server, and the magic array was quickly activated.

Sitting within the gradually blooming, soft white light, Su Zhao couldn’t help touching her own cheek. “For some reason, I feel like I might be getting a little hot.”

Fine beads of sweat had already beaded on the tip of her nose, her cheeks were burning hot, her breathing was growing heavier, and she could even hear her own rapid heartbeat.

She looked blankly at Todd. Putting aside their previous tit-for-tat confrontation and clashing stances, after half a day of interaction, Su Zhao considered them to be half-acquaintances.

Thus, encountering trouble, she naturally sought help from her: “I’m so thirsty, can you get me some water to drink?”

For the countless time today, Todd sighed, looking at her with a helpless expression. “Your Highness, even after being scammed by a succubus, you still don’t know what a succubus’s ability is?”

On the teleportation array, dazzling white light suddenly erupted.

This light, like a newborn blazing sun, domineeringly chased away the surrounding darkness. The white light surged, causing ripples in the surrounding air.

Su Zhao’s eyes stung with tears. Blinking instinctively, she reached into her game inventory and asked casually, “What is it?”

She heard Todd say, “The succubus cast a lust spell on you. Calculating the time, right now, the lust spell has taken effect.”

Su Zhao instinctively wanted to ask why, but her throat was dry, and her voice failed to break through the obstruction.

Yet Todd seemed to have heard her question and continued, “In this way, you’ll be able to attract buyers even better and fetch a high price.”

Su Zhao thought.

The impoverished succubus who loved money above all else persona stood unshaken forever.

Her vision gradually blurred. The soft white light was pure and dazzling, hurting her eyes terribly.

Before she could react, a strong sense of dizziness rushed toward her like a surging tide. Her head felt as though it had been struck heavily by a hammer, buzzing constantly, and the world before her spun.

Immediately following, the mosquito-like buzzing commotion from nearby grew from distant to close, from small to large, bursting forth with a roar!

Amidst this bustling and chaotic human voices, the auctioneer’s passionate and energetic voice stood out in particular.

Full of energy, as if she possessed an endless supply of vigor, she shouted at the top of her lungs: “Two hundred million! VIP Guest Number Twelve bids two hundred million!”

“Two hundred million once! Two hundred million twice!”

“Two hundred million three times! Sold!”

“The esteemed guest is still making such a massive play, bold and magnanimous. Truly deserving of a big figure with a grand vision and broad bearing!”

“This little bat carrying Her Highness Dorothy’s saliva belongs to you!”

Before the cheers of the crowd had completely faded, a burst of white radiance suddenly bloomed upon the auction stage.

As the light receded, a figure curled up weakly inside the cage, lifting her gaze blankly.

A compliant silk nightgown hung over her legs, barely concealing her exquisite curves. Her body trembled softly and uncontrollably, and her fair cheeks flushed bright red, resembling an exquisite rose beaten by frost, red to the point of being eye-catching, yet carrying a hint of morbid allure.

Her lips parted slightly as she panted hastily. Seeming unbearably thirsty, the tip of her pink tongue slipped out to lick her lips, coating them with a glossy layer of moisture.

The originally bustling atmosphere, as if grabbed by an invisible giant hand by the throat, plunged into dead silence.

Everyone’s actions seemed to have been pressed on the pause button, their gazes locked dead onto the person on stage. The chatter ceased abruptly, and the heated atmosphere instantly subsided.

The scene fell so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

After a suffocating silence that lasted merely a few seconds, a fervor resembling a surging underground magma erupted violently.

An even deeper frenzy surged outward like a volcanic eruption.

Someone recognized her.

“Dorothy!”

The auctioneer wore a smile and spoke at the appropriate moment: “Everyone, let us welcome together the final item of tonight, the long-awaited finale lot!”

“Her Royal Highness Princess Dorothy!”

Whispers and a rising tide of discussions filled the entire auction house, the clamor surging forward like a wave.

Higher than the last, rolling wave upon wave, it seemed as though it would flip the entire auction house over.

“Base price, one hundred million gold coins!”

The moment the auctioneer’s words fell, someone couldn’t wait to call out a bid.

“Two hundred million!”

“Two hundred and ten million!”

“Two hundred and thirty million!”

Su Zhao opened her eyes in a daze, tear droplets hanging temptingly at the corners of her eyes. She tried hard to maintain a shred of sobriety, yet she was constantly pulled by the desires brought on by the lust spell.

She desperately wanted to grasp a shred of clarity amidst this chaos, yet that overwhelming, agonizing discomfort dragged her ruthlessly into the abyss of sinking time and time again.

Pitiful yet deeply seductive.

This appearance was far too captivating.

As the bidding escalated higher and higher, the atmosphere at the scene grew increasingly scorching, as though the entire space had been ignited by this frenzied emotion. People immersed themselves in this fierce bidding war, unable to extricate themselves.

They even began turning their spears around, attacking one another.

“Poison Spider, what are you still bidding for! Spending a sky-high price to take her back isn’t even enough for you to play with for two days! You’d better save your money!”

Number Seven said with displeasure, “What the hell do you know! Mind your own business! I have plenty of money, I’ll play however I want, whatever I want. You better manage yourself first!”

The person who spoke first sneered, “That little trick of yours is just some low-class garbage. In my opinion, this little princess should be handed over to me; I can train her until she’s completely obedient.”

Someone in another private box panted and yelled, “What are you arguing about? Highest bidder wins, what’s there to argue about! Whoever bids higher naturally gets the little princess.”

There were also those fishing in troubled waters, egging them on with malicious intent from the side: “What’s the fun in arguing like this?”

“Why doesn’t everyone think of a way together; who knows, maybe everyone will get to enjoy this little princess.”

Everyone argued back and forth, growing increasingly chaotic, and the atmosphere in the auction house became even more disorderly.

After the auctioneer’s multiple warnings failed, she had no choice but to interrupt the process and soothe the emotions of the crowd first.

The lighting was dim and ambiguous, like a layer of hazy gauze, shrouding the entire space in an illusory and eerie atmosphere.

Su Zhao’s brain was groggy, her vision seemingly separated by a layer of gauze, unable to see anything clearly. She only heard her own name being repeatedly brought up by people, yet no matter what, she couldn’t hear what they were discussing.

So noisy.

Her head already hurt to begin with, and this clamoring made it feel like it was splitting apart.

So hot.

Su Zhao panted with difficulty, her hands trembling as she tried to undo her dress.

Yet just as her hand brushed against the hem of her clothes, her reason recovered slightly. Her overheating brain still retained a shred of sanity, barely stopping her irrational action.

Yet her whole body was burning hot, as though she were being roasted in a blazing fire. Hot and thirsty, her throat felt as though it was about to smoke.

So hot.

So hot, so hot, so hot.

The shouts intertwined, sounding like thousands of sparrows bursting into a panic all at once.

The noisy sounds swept over her overwhelmingly.

Su Zhao frowned irritably.

So noisy!

Just as this thought crossed her mind, as though someone had heard her inner voice, she suddenly heard a cold female voice.

“So noisy.”

This voice appeared abruptly, every single word seemingly wrapped in frost, carrying an innate majesty that made people involuntarily wish to submit.

The powerful oppressive force struck people’s hearts like a heavy hammer, one blow after another.

The surroundings had originally been a scene of commotion and disturbance.

Clearly, the environment was exceptionally noisy, with various noises intertwining to form a chaotic wave of sound.

Yet when this voice rang out, it was like a storm gently sweeping past; all the noise collapsed at the first touch, scattering like a wisp of smoke and vanishing without leaving a single trace.

The entire space plunged into dead silence.

Clearly, this was also a powerful magician.

On the other side, Todd lifted her head abruptly.

She pressed her lips tightly together, the smile on her face melting away layer by layer like a dissolving candle, her complexion presenting a bloodless, ghastly white. It was like facing a formidable enemy.

The wand in her hand was held horizontally across her chest, and the black gem atop the wand was vibrating urgently and frantically, as though filled with extreme hatred and emitting a shrill, piercing shriek.

Number Twelve spat out a number coldly.

“Three billion.”

The auction process had been long; not only was Su Zhao struggling to endure, but she also seemed to have lost her patience. Crimson pupils were covered with a thin layer of ice as she cast a cold glance at the trembling auctioneer.

“Still not striking the hammer?”

As the words fell, the surrounding air seemed to have frozen solid. The majestic sense of oppression grew increasingly intense, making it nearly impossible for anyone to breathe.

The auctioneer shook like a sieve.

Her look for help kept glancing toward Todd’s direction.

Yet to her disappointment, this powerful black magician, the auction house’s top combat power and pillar, had somehow disappeared without a trace.

She could only face the enraged distinguished guest directly.

“Three billion gold coins, sold!”

Her words were spoken stammering and stuttering, and the action of striking the hammer wasn’t much better.

Out of the corner of her eye, she only then saw that Princess Dorothy on the other side seemed to have her tightly furrowed brows relax somewhat. The flush on her cheeks remained, but the discomfort had clearly lessened quite a bit, a smile hung on the corners of her lips, and she was on the verge of falling asleep.

For a moment, she felt a trace of envy.

Compelled by the oppressive might of the distinguished guest, no one in the entire hall dared to open their mouth. Even the most lust-blinded individuals didn’t dare prioritize lust over life at this moment, raising their bids to compete with the distinguished guest for people.

Among them, those with sharp eyes had already recognized the identity of this terrifying star. Right now, they were filled with gut-wrenching regret, wishing they could shrink down beneath their seats.

“Esteemed guest, you have already won your lot.”

With no one around to lean on, the auctioneer could only bite the bullet and ask stammeringly, “Should we send your Princess Dorothy to your current location?”

Your Princess Dorothy.

Clearly, this form of address successfully pleased the distinguished guest of Number Twelve.

“Send her directly over.”

Her voice warmed up slightly, drawing out a lingering trace of warmth. The syllables were gently prolonged, drifting leisurely into the ears, exuding a careless, languid laziness: “Right now.”

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