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Volume 2, Chapter 2
Merlin is quite popular with the ladies. Even though he is slovenly, there is never a shortage of beautiful women around him. He can easily navigate through clusters of flowers.
As a result, Merlin was helpless when the beautiful wives of proprietors came to him in sexy underwear in the middle of the night and talked about sad and emotional topics, recounting the failures of their marriages.
As an incubus, Merlin instinctively tried to comfort these women and pacify their wounded hearts.
He swears that nothing happened, that they just chatted. But all kinds of sex scandals spread nonetheless.
The reason why Merlin was able to keep his carnal desires in check was largely because he has seen a lot of women. He, who is pushing 200 in human years, has already passed the restless age of establishing a harem.
For Merlin, women are sensitive creatures that need to be treated tenderly to heal the wounds in their heart. His creed is —
Never compel a woman to anything, because that is the lowest thing to do.
In this way, Merlin accomplished nothing and accrued a large debt. He spent more than a year idling about and maintaining ambiguous relationships with different women.
Merlin didn’t write to his younger sister Lilith, he chose to keep it to himself. He was afraid that Lilith would see him as a loser and be ashamed of him, afraid that the title “useless older brother” would be set in stone.
What’s more, wouldn’t that basket case Lilith kill those women? It’s best to lose contact…
Merlin felt that life in the First Demon Palace was rough and uncomfortable. But Lilith was right, he was a useless shut-in and was labeled as a pervert and fired in the outside world.
He feels that much like his previous world, the outside world has certain social rules.
For example, in a tavern last month, he heard a group of old mercenaries chatting, saying that the neighboring Soviet Union has organized a giant army, and then someone retorted, saying that Great Britain has a sea fleet.
Merlin sighed inwardly — isn’t that just a show of force, muscle-flexing? It’s exactly the same.
He felt that were it not for the fact that he is proud and disdains shady business like stealing and robbing, he would have already, ptooey, cut down the queen of Great Britain and become the king himself.
Even though Merlin followed the rules of this world, but a bounty was still placed on his head by a bunch of stingy proprietors.
Every day, there are a bunch of rookie adventurers finding trouble with Merlin due to the bounty. But, they end up running away with tails between their legs, all battered.
Merlin doesn’t bother to draw his sword against a bunch of yapping small fries. If it is not a Saint tier master, it is a waste of time.
You’re asking why Merlin didn’t cut down those restaurant proprietors?
As a proud monarch, it would be beneath him to draw his sword and cut down those restaurant proprietors in order not to pay for food. Otherwise, his name might be engraved on the pillar of shame of demonfolk the next day.
His heart’s curse is fine for the time being. In the past year, Merlin slayed four or five Saint tier powerhouses. By relying on them to replenish his life force, he can still be carefree for a while.
At this time, Merlin trudged to Wales in order to sleep around with the wives of the proprietors here… fat chance, ptooey! He came here to rest for a while, find for a job, and take it easy.
Merlin hasn’t eaten for five days already and has no money. The last time he ate, he stole a lamb and roasted it. As a result, he was chased by shepherds with whips for one kilometer.
As Merlin murmured and grumbled about being far away from society and cussed out capitalism for exploiting the rights of shut-ins, two masked bandits suddenly sprang out from both sides of the path and “juggled” daggers.
The black-clothed and grey-clothed bandits laughed eerily. They have waited in ambush all morning before a fool finally came to them to be robbed.
Merlin stopped and asked in surprise, a look of hunger in his eyes, “What are you doing?”
“Humph humph!” The black-clothed bandit answered with a cold smile, “Our master lords over tiger~ [1]!”
Merlin hesitated, and then said probingly —
“Is the fruit of hard labor~ [2]?”
(〟-_・)ﾝ?
[1] – our master lords over tigers — is the first part of a code couplet. The second part is — our pagoda seals river monsters
[2] – is the fruit of hard toil — is an excerpt from a poem
Xaio Mo Ge 