228: Chapter 121 Empire Spy 228: Chapter 121 Empire Spy “How so?” the poetess looked at the Wolf Family Young Lady who was holding her wrist, and with a light laugh, she caressed the other’s face filled with affection.
“I cannot forget the sweetness and joy you gave me…
can we meet again?” On the cusp of departure, Tayana was once again submerged in deep regret.
But it’s better to treat this as a fleeting dream, you’re very obedient~…
and I must naturally keep my promise to leave your life…”
Having gleaned enough information, and no longer harboring any attachment to this place, the poetess touched the forehead of the woman, making her lie helplessly on the bed.
Once the Wolf Family Young Lady had slowly drifted to sleep under the influence of the Comforting Spirit Fragrance, the poetess finally put away her smile, calmly turned around, and left.
Exiting the residence as a guest, she left the Upper City, her figure vanishing among the bustling crowd of Wolfenhol.
In the slums outside the city, the low dwellings clustered together.
A shadowy alley teeming with fish and dragons, completely occupied by thugs and bullies…
The neatly dressed, beautiful poetess walked unhurriedly into its depths.
The surrounding rancid smells did not cause her delicate features to change in the slightest.
Before long, several leering thugs, their yellow teeth exposed, inevitably followed behind the poetess.
Clutching daggers, the hooligans openly gazed at the woman’s curvaceous figure, which her dress could not fully conceal, their saliva nearly dripping uncontrollably.
“Hey, where’s this chick from, lost are you?
Come have a drink with us at the tavern for a little fun, we guarantee to get you home safely…
The gang leader drew a short blade, stepped forward, and blocked the poetess’s path.
Seeing the young and beautiful appearance of the woman, he was even more delighted, feeling as if he’d hit the jackpot, thinking that after the fun, he might sell her to the Coyotes for a good sum.
“Get lost,” the poetess said indifferently, looking at the stinking, sweaty ruffian in front of her with neither fear nor panic.
“Huh, girl, did you not understand what I said?” The gang leader flicked his rotten teeth with his tongue, shaking the dagger in his hand.
The poetess frowned, not wishing to leave a trace due to unnecessary killings, so she cleared her throat and switched to a different voice.
“…Listen up, I am a man, step aside, I have business with ‘Coyotes.'”
The thugs surrounding the poetess widened their eyes.
A beautiful woman suddenly speaking in a deep masculine voice?
This unthinkable situation bent their brains out of shape.
The gang leader looked incredulously at the woman with prominent curves, immediately shaking his head vigorously.
“Stop fucking with me, the Coyote lord is not someone you just meet because you want to.
You actors are quite something, almost had me fooled with your voice, I don’t believe for a second that a man can look , and even if you are…
it doesn’t matter, I’ll have my way with you today either way!”
“Are you Coyotes’ men?” the poetess who had spoken in a male voice inquired, shaking her head in resignation, “…I hope you’re somewhat useful to him…
Consider yourself lucky to have kept your life.”
Her fingers rapidly traced through the air, and she murmured in a low voice, casting reflections of purple patterns in the thugs’ eyes.
“Since you fancy men too, today I’ll let you have enough of each other.” After speaking, the poetess walked past the stunned hooligans and continued towards her destination.
Shortly after, a wave of terror-ridden screams echoed through the alley as the thugs cried out helplessly like wild beasts.
Pushing aside the hidden curtain, the poetess ducked under the narrow doorframe and stepped into the Coyote’s lair.
She looked up to see a burly man lying on a long bench and switched back to a woman’s voice, “…You should gather some men with vision and brains.
Though easy to command, thugs can spoil matters when it matters most.”
The burly man had his feet propped up on a broken table, shaking the cheap wine in a wooden cup, “Boss, you’re really putting me in a difficult position.
The higher-ups are all focused on the East and the North, funding goes to Oran’s people, no allocation for a small-timer like me, dumping me in this godforsaken backwater.
Where am I supposed to find reliable men for you?
Those two dead bastards who didn’t return from Farolis City were the best blades I could cultivate in such short notice, and now they’re gone too…”
“Don’t complain, haven’t I come to bring you money?” the poetess lifted her skirt, taking out a pouch from the side of her sleek thigh and threw it over.
With a slap of his hand, the Coyote caught the heavy pouch, weighed it, and took another swig of his poor wine, straightening his body, “Hehe, at least you, boss, care about your subordinates.”
“Did you take care of that fool in Farolis City?” the poetess let her skirt fall, straightened it, and inquired.
“Killed him, slashed him to pieces, and burnt him clean with fire.
I sent an assistant to take over the mess he left in Farolis.
To think he’d sell Comforting Spirit Fragrance for money, the idiot…
That’s what’s wrong with using the locals, can’t be trusted.
We’d be better off bringing more people from the Empire.” While sighing, the Coyote opened his arms and patted his thigh.
“That depends on the person.
The ‘Rody’ I’ve been training has been doing well and might have the chance to enter the Dragon Throat City council within two years.” The poetess walked over to the burly man, turned, and sat on his lap, “As for you, a Dark Claw native, you’ve been nothing but a rural thug for over a year, it’s quite a disgrace.”
The Coyote didn’t mind, snickering and pulling the poetess tightly into his embrace, took a deep breath, relishing the familiar scent, and his hands immediately mischievously explored under her skirt.