Strongest Mage with the Lust system Chapter 823

While Samuel told the guards how Max ‘extorted’ him, Max left the market after seeing there was nothing good available—most of the shops were focused on mana exchange, while some others sold miscellaneous things.

While there was an auction house and a large merchant hall opened by the town lord where some good things might be available, he was too poor to think about buying them.

‘Anyways, it’s not like I urgently need anything.’

Max shrugged carelessly as he walked back to the Candle’s Inn. With his Nascent Energy, he really didn’t need anything—at least not before he became a Five Star mage.

…

“Mr. Dylan, are you aware that refusing us means you are not giving our lord any face and are offending him?”

“Hm?”

Even before he entered the inn, he heard this cold and arrogant voice.

‘What’s going on?’ he thought, walking in.

Immediately, he saw two girls in cloaks standing in front of Mr. Dylan with furious expressions on their faces, while Mr. Dylan was sitting leisurely with his legs on the table and his booklet in his hands.

He looked completely unbothered, and it seemed he was about to respond to them when Max walked in. He glanced at him, rubbed his temple, and said,

“I can’t go against the rules of the inn and give you any information about the customers on the third floor. If your lord gets offended by it, then… so be it. Now please leave. You have disturbed me enough.”

‘Oh? So, they are the two Ling Han told me about?’ Max thought, killing intent appearing in his heart.

The cloaked girls frowned in displeasure and were about to say something when they suddenly stiffened, feeling a chill run down their spine.

Shua! Shua!

Immediately, they turned around, took out foot-long daggers, and went into battle stances as they cautiously glared at Max.

“Hm, as expected of assassins. You are quite perceptive of killing intent,” Max said, taking a step toward them.

He didn’t release his aura because he knew Mr. Dylan would not allow him to fight inside the inn. The assassin duo also knew this, which was why they didn’t release their aura or mana and merely took battle stances.

The duo didn’t respond and just continued to stare at him, heavy wariness flashing deep in their eyes.

Mr. Dylan rolled his eyes. ‘What perceptive? Even an ordinary person would sense your overflowing intent to murder.’

He then cleared his throat and said, “No fighting is allowed inside the inn. Please resolve your feud outside.”

Max nodded and turned around to walk outside but stopped when he sensed the duo wasn’t following him out.

Max cocked a brow and was about to ask why they weren’t moving when he noticed the suppressed trembling of their bodies and almost non-existent breathing.

‘They are… scared?’ he thought.

The assassin duo exchanged a glance between them and put their daggers away before bowing toward Max. “Please forgive us, young lord, but we are not willing to fight you.”

Before Max could say anything, they took a blue talisman and slapped it on their chests.

Splash!

Immediately, their bodies turned into water, which then instantly evaporated.

Wide-eyed, Max stared at the place where they had been standing in astonishment.

He obviously knew they had used talismans, but…

‘What kind of talisman can turn someone into water?’

This was his first time seeing something so wondrous and strange.

He turned to Mr. Dylan, who had a calm look on his face and a heated glimmer in his eyes, which quickly vanished.

“How extravagant!” he muttered.

This surprised Max. ‘It seems they really weren’t something ordinary.’

Thinking this, he asked, “What kind of talismans were they, Mr. Dylan?”

Mr. Dylan took a breath and said, “Elemental Regulation Talisman.”

“Elemental Regulation Talisman?” Max asked, curious.

“Hm.” Mr. Dylan nodded.

…

Max stared at the man in a daze, feeling an urge to rush over and beat him up and shout, ‘I wasn’t confirming whether what I heard was right, old man. I asked so you would explain the Elemental Regulation Talismans to me!’

After a while, he shook his head, turned around, and walked toward the stairs leading to the upper floor, muttering in a low voice, “If you’re really this infuriating, I’m sure you don’t have any friends.”

Though his voice was very low, who was Mr. Dylan? He was an Emperor mage. To him, there was practically no difference between Max speaking in a low voice or shouting out loud.

So, he clearly heard him. However, he didn’t react in any way at all. Anyone who saw this would think he hadn’t heard him.

Max let out a sigh and turned to look at him.

“Thank you, Mr. Dylan, for not telling them anything,” he said.

“No need to thank me. I just followed the inn’s rules,” Mr. Dylan casually said, his eyes focused on the small booklet.

Max didn’t say anything in response and went upstairs.

There were ten rooms on the third floor, and only four were occupied—two of which were theirs.Esther, Anna, Noah, Nyra, Garima, Gene, and Ellie were staying in one room, while he and his women—Esme, Rima, Maria, and Ella—were staying in the other.

When the door opened after he knocked on it, Rima appeared in front of him, a concerned expression on her beautiful face.

Max was about to ask what was wrong when he heard her say, “You didn’t cause any trouble this time, right?”

Pu!

Max almost staggered, the corner of his lips twitching.

‘Does she think I love causing trouble?’

“What are you waiting for, tell me—quick.” Rima urged, a mischievous glint flashing in the depths of her eyes.

Max noticed this and secretly released his bloodline sense to sense her emotions. Immediately, he realized what she was up to.

With a smile, he pushed Rima inside the room before closing the door.

Then, without caring whether Esme and the others were watching, he pulled her into his embrace, wrapped one of his arms around her willowy waist, and put the other on the back of her head before leaning down and capturing her sweet, full lips.

“Mmff!”

Rima’s eyes widened. She put her hands on his chest and wanted to push him away, but when she felt him dominate her lips and put his tongue inside her mouth, her resistance melted away—along with her body, which leaned powerlessly against his.