Chapter 116: When People Are Doing Bad Things
Click, the watch lid popped open, the hour hand pointing to twelve o’clock.
In his previous life, this hour was still very early, and the cultivation party’s nightlife was just beginning.
But in Faerun, most people had long entered dreamland; going to bed early and getting up early was not just a habit, but also to better utilize daytime hours to support their families.
Anse flapped his butterfly wings and flew into the wilderness, raising a telescope「Far Sight」 from the air to carefully observe the Amn Camp several kilometers away.
The wilderness had no obstructions, and the target camp was in a high place, fully visible under the telescope’s gaze.
‘This thing is really useful.’
The Amn Camp layout was rigorous, with lights everywhere and teams of warriors patrolling back and forth.
Ground defenses were good, but there was clearly a lack of aerial precautions. This was unavoidable; those with flight capability were a minority, beyond the coping scope of ordinary warriors.
‘Time to act.’
He spread his wings and flew toward the camp’s location, continuously ascending to higher altitudes. By the time he neared the airspace above the camp, his flight altitude had exceeded a kilometer, emphasizing caution.
During this process「Far Sight」 never left his right eye; left eye for near, right eye for far, switching back and forth.
After confirming no one was paying attention to him, he grabbed a few silver coins from the bag of holding, suspended them in midair, then let go, allowing free fall.
It was dark and hard to track; the silver coins soon vanished from his gaze, but he roughly judged the landing point, wind direction, and changes in wind force from their trajectory.
After readjusting his position, he opened the dragonhide pouch; a void black hole appeared, followed by a massive amount of coins surging out like a fountain, mainly copper coins and silver coins, with plenty of gold coins too.
Occasionally mixed in were a few inferior gemstones, artwork, and common or fine quality magical items.
Anse flew while pouring, trying to cover the entire camp with treasure.
After hurriedly emptying it, he cast Fly and quickly departed.
With the boost from the elemental orb, his flight speed was astonishing; at full speed, it was nearly comparable to a wyvern, and he soon vanished into the night.
At this point, the dragonhide pouch was more than half empty, leaving only three magical items, a pile of platinum coins, and a few high-quality gemstones.
Anse didn’t know exactly how much money he’d thrown out, but there must have been tens of thousands of coins, worth several thousand or even over ten thousand gold coins, plus dozens of various items.
He felt a bit reluctant, but he was even more reluctant to part with his own blood or green dragon blood. Besides, out with the old and in with the new—the dragonhide pouch gained a little something every day: a small pile of coins, a few gemstones, a magical item, or artwork and the like.
If he didn’t clear it out, the pouch would burst.
After flying far away, Anse hovered in midair and quietly observed the Amn people’s reaction through the telescope.
That camp was like it had exploded; lights and shadow figures were everywhere, with most people picking up money from the ground.
However, this chaos only lasted a short time. Under the leaders’ command, teams of warriors searched everywhere, fussing for over half an hour without finding any trace of the enemy.
During this, two shadow figures actually flew into the sky, probably using some flight item; they too found nothing.
So, they continued picking up money.
But this time it was more orderly, and all picked-up treasure had to be placed into several large bags for specialized counting.
Seeing this, Anse wasn’t worried at all, because almost everyone pocketed some privately—it was just a matter of how much; human nature was the same everywhere.
Amn soldiers were practically mercenaries, with good equipment supported purely by money; they might have some combat will, but belief was almost nonexistent.
As long as they held it, there was a curse!
Moreover, the dragon’s vault curse was extremely “stubborn” and very hard to break.
Most critically, the magic net was currently disrupted, making appraisal of items inconvenient, and the curse hard to detect.
Besides, who would really waste time and money appraising an ordinary coin?
Anse hadn’t touched those coins and didn’t know how they differed from ordinary ones, but at least they looked completely identical.
What if these coins got mixed in with normal coins…
‘They won’t even know they’ve been cursed or where it came from, right? That would be… hilarious.’
He chuckled, then turned and flew toward Jacqueline Castle.
Vault curses came in many varieties, but none were immediately fatal; some even required specific scenarios to take effect, like vulnerability, nightmares, wounds that wouldn’t heal after injury, or souls imprisoned after death.
Even a common exhaustion status might not immediately raise alarms; many would think they were just tired and that sleep would fix it.
Because it was insidious, it was terrifying—let the curse ferment a bit.
Back at Jacqueline Castle, the guards had left a door open just for him.
Entering the main castle, the lighting was dim; the lifestyle here wasn’t extravagant, unlike some nobles who kept their castles lit up all night despite having few people.
Just stepping into the corridor, a slender figure caught his eye.
She stood under the wall lamp, draped in a semi-transparent purple gauze that only reached her pale thighs, barefoot; under the light, her pale body was faintly visible, stirring the imagination.
‘This is way too revealing; doesn’t she know I have darkvision?’
Anse forcibly looked away; staring longer would spell trouble.
“Where did you go?” Illyas stepped away from the wall; light projected onto her back, fully exposing her body curves, as if she wore nothing.
“Uh, to the forest to cool off; today… was kinda hot.” Anse hadn’t thought of how to explain.
“Oh.” Illyas’s lips curved up. “The Amn Camp was pretty lively just now; do you know what happened?”
“You mean that? I did it.” Anse didn’t hide it, mainly worried Illyas might take Amn people’s stuff. “I had a batch of treasure with dragon curses; Amn people are guests from afar, so I shared some.”
“Haha…” Illyas paused, then laughed uncontrollably for a good while before stopping, panting as she said, “You have ideas.”
“Try not to touch Amn people’s stuff; this curse is tricky.” Anse said seriously.
“I get it.” Illyas laughed. “If the Amn withdraw, you’ll be Dulag’s savior.”
“Not quite; I have some grudge with Amn too.” Anse waved it off nonchalantly. “I’m off to meditate.”
“Mm.” Illyas opened her mouth but said nothing more.
Anse hurried back to his room, closed the door firmly, and let out a heavy breath.
‘Does she always dress like this, or is she deliberately seducing me?’ He couldn’t quite figure out Illyas’s intentions.
He wasn’t some sorcerer who thought with his lower half; he wouldn’t lose composure over a beckoning finger.
‘Maybe just testing me.’
He didn’t oppose pure romance, but if there were too many complicating factors or it was meant to “bind” him, that was unacceptable.
Not to brag, with his charisma, what woman couldn’t he have?
‘Maybe tomorrow recruit some hands and get a couple of maids…’
Anse let his mind wander, simply washed up, tossed the dragonhide pouch into the corner as usual, then lay on the soft large bed and closed his eyes to meditate.
The world was so chaotic, and the future uncertain; better to level up properly—only magic wouldn’t betray him.
Tonight, unusually, he had a dream; the scenes in it made his blood race.
He spent the whole night in passion with a woman of perfect figure and proportions, bodies entwined, zero distance contact, desires fiercer than flames.
That hot, soft touch and warm wetness felt so real, driving him a bit mad, unable to control himself.
