Just as he was about to lose consciousness, Yang Ling suddenly felt the tower-shaped mark on his brow move, and the protective charm automatically activated. The warm flow of charm circulated through his limbs and quickly brought him back to his senses.

  Seductress?

  Look around at the mercenaries and adventurers who are staring blankly, Yang Ling's heart moved slightly, and he secretly increased his vigilance. Only when encountering a relatively large danger would the tower-shaped mark on his brow jump; only when encountering an unknown danger would the protective witchcraft automatically operate. Clearly, this beautiful black-clothed woman was no ordinary person.

  Could it be that you're an assassin sent by the remnants of the Anka family?

  As he watched the black-clad beauty approach, Yang Ling thought of the formidable Heavenly Rankings assassin and his pupils constricted, secretly forming a hand seal. If things took a turn for the worse, he would immediately summon the unicorn.

  After the last sneak attack, he understood that any negligence in front of top killers was fatal. Even if he had more advanced magic beasts, as long as he was slightly careless, he might not even have time to summon them before receiving a fatal blow. Last time in the thick fog, if the opponent had mobilized that heavenly killer from the beginning, he would probably have gone to see Marx already.

  "A glass of rum!"

  Merrill said something to the bartender, John, after catching a wary glance from Yang Ling, and turned to sit down in a seat by the window. Soon, the subtle scent in the air faded away unnoticed.

  After hearing the magnetic voice of the black-clad beauty, people suddenly woke up from their trance-like state, and John the bartender was no exception. He picked up a handkerchief that had fallen to the ground, wiped down a sparkling highball glass, filled it with top-notch rum, and personally presented it to the black-clad beauty.

  "Miss, you want Dom wine!"

  John smiled gentlemanly, intending to chat up the beauty in black. However, except for a faint smile, she quickly turned her face away and gazed quietly at the distant Tras Mountains.

  Embarrassed, John quickly retreated to the bar and poured himself a drink. In the past, in the imperial capital, although he had no power or influence, but with his handsome appearance, super-class bartending skills, and ability to understand people's psychology, he was very popular among girls and noblewomen. Unexpectedly, the former "beauty killer" was today directly ignored by the black-clad beauty like air.

  John was depressed, and in fact, Meryl's mood wasn't much better than his.

  Originally, relying on her appearance and the cultivation of the fifth stage of Dark Allure. She thought Yang Ling would also be like other nobles, falling under her pomegranate skirt at first sight. Unexpectedly, after a brief loss of consciousness, Yang Ling suddenly came back to his senses, rendering all her subsequent plans useless.

  Is it interesting?

  Recalling the instructor's evaluation, Merileis couldn't help but sneak a peek at Yang Ling leaning against the bar, looking lazy with an almost imperceptible smile on his face.

  Over the years, countless men have fallen under her apricot skirt. There was a high-ranking noble, a large landowner with thousands of acres, as well as top warriors and magicians. She just didn't believe that she couldn't conquer Yang Ling, this despicable guy.

  Seeking to win over the young Yang Ling, Merrill had originally planned to use a little trick to pull him into the Dark Magic Guild, showing off her skills to her mentor and obtaining the dark artifact Snake Blood Scepter at the same time. Now that her target was not taking the bait, easily dispelling her dark illusion, she felt both unwilling and full of curiosity after the unexpected turn of events.

  Not even a senior great swordmaster or a great magician could withstand his dark confusion, Melris couldn't understand how Yang Ling broke through his dark confusion without any aura or magic fluctuations.

  Could he have some kind of artifact on him that's specifically designed to counter dark magic?

  After taking a sip of the icy Lagavulin, Meryl's heart skipped a beat. Rumor had it that Yang Ling came from an aristocratic family with immense wealth and influence, spending money like water. Judging by how he splurged on building the Dwarf Soldier Equipment Store and the Shangri-La Hotel one after another, it seemed the rumors were not unfounded.

  Although divine artifacts are extremely rare, for some ancient families with a thousand years of heritage, having one or two ancestral divine artifacts is not entirely impossible.

  After some deliberation, Meryl became increasingly certain of her conjecture. As a summoner, Yang Ling's strength mainly came from the magical beasts he summoned, and his own personal strength was not outstanding. Even high-level great swordsmen couldn't withstand his dark temptation, so it was impossible for him to easily dispel it; the only explanation was that he wore an artifact on his body that just happened to be able to counteract his charm.

  "Hmph, the more treasures on me, the better! Later, I'll take them all out!"

  After figuring out the reason for her mistake, Meryl's mood improved a lot. After rolling her eyes a few times, she came up with a plan. Next, not only did she want to make Yang Ling dizzy, but also let him take out all the divine instruments on his body automatically.

  When Merille was lost in thought, the small tavern inside Shangri-La was quiet, and the rough mercenaries and adventurers of the day stared at her seductive figure. Whether it was the tempting white skin exposed on Merille's chest, or her plump breasts and high buttocks, they all made them dry-mouthed.

  Under Yang Ling's intimidating reputation, no one dared to cause trouble within Shangri-La, let alone ordinary mercenaries and adventurers, even the arrogant Black Armor Army didn't have the guts.

  But looking at the tempting beauty in black, under the stimulation of alcohol, someone couldn't help it anymore!

  "Little... miss, accompany... accompany me for a drink!"

  After taking a big mouthful of strong mulled wine, a half-drunk Black Armor soldier stumbled to Meriel's front. His bright red eyes stared fixedly at the tempting patch of snow-white skin below Meriel's neck, his throat swallowing hard from time to time, his breathing heavy, as if he couldn't wait to strip Meriel bare on the spot and press down heavily.

  Looking for death!

  After taking a light sip of rum, Meryl gazed at the black-armored soldier with an evil look in his eyes and hummed coldly, her eyes flashing with a chill. In her eyes, this tall black-armored soldier was simply looking for death.

  Curse him into a skull, or just...

  ******

  In an instant, Meryl thought of countless ways to teach this black armored soldier a lesson. For a dark system's great magician, dealing with a drunken low-level soldier was simply effortless.

  Seeing Meryl silent, the black armor became more arrogant, taking advantage of the wine to approach her, "Hehe, big... beautiful girl, if you have the ability, follow me. I... I'll make you comfortable!"

  Under the stimulation of alcohol, Hei Jia's face turned red and his mind was filled with only one thought - to have a wild time with Meriel. It had been over ten days since he last touched a woman, and he was already bursting with pent-up desire.

  "Oh, going with you?"

  Watching the increasingly heavy breathing of the Black Armor Army, Meriel smiled slyly. Thought of a plan to take advantage of the situation and get close to Yang Ling.

  One smile can conquer the city!

  Merrill's dark charm was everywhere, her slender eyelashes, sparkling big eyes and a smile like blooming spring flowers. Not to mention the black armored soldiers who were bold enough to flirt with her, even the surrounding mercenaries and adventurers couldn't help but stare. Their hearts racing wildly, almost jumping out of their chests.

  Everyone was stirred up with desire, but Yang Ling felt the tower-shaped mark on his brow lightly jump up again, catching a whiff of an unusual and faintly discernible fragrance. Greatly shocked, he immediately activated his protective magic, cautiously paying attention to the black-clothed beauty's every move.

  Just as everyone was stunned, Meryl let out a cold laugh and released a purple flame the size of a dragon's eye without even chanting an incantation. Unerringly, it flew straight into the open mouth of the black armored soldier.

  Ah...

  After a loud cry, the black armored soldier fell to the ground and rolled around wildly, wailing. Soon, his clothes were burned into a ball of ash, his whole body charred, emitting a pungent smell like roasted meat. His limbs convulsed, struggled for a while, then lay motionless on the ground.

  Under the sudden change, everyone was shocked and lost their color, because Meryl's speed was too fast, they didn't even understand what happened.

  Some people say that the black armored soldier was punished by the gods for his evil deeds; some think he had an incurable disease and happened to have a fatal attack in the excitement; and there are even those who take advantage of the situation, standing in front of Meriel like a guardian angel, hoping to be the first to get close to her.

  After a sharp cry, Meryl jumped up in pretended fright and fled from the window seat like a helpless lamb, unintentionally rushing towards Yang Ling who was leaning against the bar.

  Merrill thought she was doing a perfect job, pretending to be a pitiful and innocent lamb. But she never expected that Yang Ling's senses would become sharper after advancing to the Spirit Witch stage, and since he had been quietly paying attention to her movements, he had already discovered her secret actions.

  Cruel, ruthless and powerful!

  A black-clad beauty appeared, and with one glance, the black-armored soldier was reduced to ashes. Yang Ling's expression remained unchanged, but his heart skipped a beat. It seemed that an assassin was indeed an assassin - either they didn't move, or when they did, it was a fatal blow.

  Hehe, it's finally here!

  Watching Meryl's pure and innocent acting, pretending to unintentionally lean in close, he coldly smiled. It was fortunate that Meryl didn't rush over; with this one move, it could almost be confirmed that she was the top assassin invited by the enemy. A top-notch assassin who could instantly cast magic just like the Heavenly Ranking assassin from last time.

  Yang Ling was secretly calculating, fully alert and vigilant. At the same time, looking at Yang Ling leaning lazily on the bar not far away, then looking at the smooth floor, Merills, who unknowingly had already revealed her intentions, suddenly had a brilliant idea.