Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 609 Night Raid

Extraordinary abilities, as the name suggests, are various supernatural powers, a realm that most people may never be able to fathom in their entire lives, and something controlled by various nobles and powerful figures. But to talk about breaking free from these shackles...

Tang Zijun pushed up her glasses. "If I remember correctly, in this world, learning magic requires talent, and even the gods choose their followers and heralds based on whether they possess an affinity for the natural elements."

“That’s true, but the knight’s breathing techniques and body-strengthening methods don’t have such high barriers to entry,” Scáthach said. “I’ve been studying the knight’s training methods for the past couple of days, and I’ve found that they’re all very basic things, not even worthy of being called preschool textbooks in the Land of Shadows.”

She paused for a moment, then continued, "I can revise and create an even better training manual, starting with breathing techniques to gradually strengthen the body. This training manual won't have an age limit; even mercenaries whose bodies are starting to decline can practice it."

"With extraordinary power and the equipment provided by the factory, we can quickly assemble a force that rivals the Royal Knights. As for weapons, we can also learn from the wasteland's development model and forge some laser weapons or molten swords using special energy as the core."

"Laser weapons..." Tang Zijun thought of the various advanced weapons carried by the believers in the Church of the Epoch. "But most of those weapons cannot be upgraded or iterated here, and mass production would only increase combat power to a limited extent."

"Tang Zijun, you can't view this world with your limited perspective. It's unrealistic to expect these people to join the War of the Gods with just a little improvement. What they need now is simply to survive better, isn't it?" Hearing this, Tang Zijun paused for a moment, then forced a smile and shook her head. "That's true, I'm overthinking it. The most important thing now is to be down-to-earth and first resolve the threats near Black City and even in the Ghost Mist Forest." "I know what you're thinking, Tang Zijun. I'm just as anxious as you are. With the Void Realm crumbling and the gods missing, it's normal to be tense, but excessive tension will only affect our original plans." Scáthach stood up and said calmly.

"I understand. Let's do as you say for now. Also, I'll have Gloria do some time to conduct talent tests on the children of Black City. If any children show magical talent, we'll find them some wizards to give them professional instruction. Even if they don't have talent, having them apprentice under some alchemists is a good option."

After setting a temporary goal, Tang Zijun turned her attention to the planning of Black City.

This plan includes various aspects such as city defense facilities, outpost construction, and patrol arrangements. In theory, this kind of work could be handed over to others, but unfortunately, the basic education in Black City is very poor, and there are currently no personnel capable of holding important positions. Therefore, this kind of thing can only be handled by Tang Zijun herself.

But this was already considered good, because most of the procedures that were collected had already been filtered by the expert team. Tang Zijun now only needed to apply the "formulas" to each procedure. Even so, these trivial matters still kept him busy for a long time.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but when Tang Zijun came to her senses, it was completely dark outside the window.

Stretching, Tang Zijun let out a big yawn.

Looking at the large stack of documents that had been processed, he felt a sense of pride. Who would have believed he could do this before? If he had this kind of perseverance when writing, he would probably be a great writer by now, haha.

Shaking her head slightly to banish these unrealistic thoughts from her mind, Tang Zijun took a sip of water to moisten her throat, then got up, blew out the oil lamp, and left her office. The dark city at night was like a giant rock sunk into a sea of ​​ink.

The daytime hustle and bustle, the busy workers, and the patrolling soldiers had all fallen asleep. Tang Zijun pushed open the heavy gates of the city lord's mansion, and a chilling silence rushed towards her. It was pitch black outside, with only a few campfires of night watchmen or scattered oil lamps casting dim, flickering halos in the boundless darkness, barely outlining the contours of the streets and buildings, which only made the night seem even deeper. The whole city seemed to hold its breath, immersed in the deepest slumber. Tang Zijun listened intently, and apart from the faint echo of her boots on the cold stone slabs, she could hear the steady, deep snores rising and falling from the simple houses all around her.

Tang Zijun felt as if his spirit was a spring wound to its limit, exhaustion seeping from his bones like icy water, dragging his limbs down with its weight. Almost instinctively, he traversed the quiet corridors of the city lord's mansion and returned to his relatively secluded room on the top floor. Pushing open the door, the familiar air, carrying the faint scent of wood and books, enveloped him. The room was unlit, with only a faint glimmer of light from the window casting blurry shadows of the furniture. At that moment, his mental exhaustion reached its peak.

He didn't even bother to carefully take off his outer robe. He just haphazardly loosened the belt and let the heavy robe slide to his feet with a soft thud. Then, like a piece of soft mud with its bones removed, he fell straight down onto the large bed covered with thick bedding with a feeling of relief.

The soft bedding instantly embraced his exhausted body, and every joint let out a comfortable sigh.

He didn't want to think about anything, didn't want to care about anything, only wishing to be completely swallowed by this softness and darkness, sinking into a deep, unconscious sleep. Just as he unconsciously kicked off his boots and groped his way into the still slightly cool depths of the covers...

Xi Suo.

An extremely faint, almost inaudible sound, like a feather falling on a carpet or a withered leaf brushing against a windowpane, entered his relaxed ears without warning. Tang Zijun froze instantly.

His senses, which had become somewhat dulled due to fatigue, were instantly heightened to their peak under the stimulation of the warning signs.

His ears twitched slightly, as if the most sophisticated radar had been activated instantly. In that instant, every subtle sound within a hundred meters radius seemed amplified a hundredfold, flooding his mind with crystal clarity. The crackling of the campfire...

A mouse scurries across the sky in a distant corner.

The faint chirping of insects in the corner.

The rhythmic footsteps of patrolling soldiers on the stone slabs in the distance

And... the snoring that rose and fell, each with its own rhythm.

He remained motionless on the bed like a statue, listening intently for a good dozen breaths.

Every heartbeat, every rise and fall of breath, was beyond his perception.

There was nothing unusual, no breathing, and apart from the familiar, steady vital signs of a sleeping person, there was no one else around. His tense nerves slowly relaxed, and a wave of exhaustion washed over him once more.

It's the wind.

He murmured to himself, thinking he was probably just exhausted. His body relaxed again, preparing to drift into the long-awaited sleep. However, just as his mind completely relaxed and his eyelids were about to close, in the next instant...

A delicate fragrance suddenly wafted into his nostrils.

Then,

Something warm, dry, and surprisingly elastic sealed his mouth with perfect precision.

It's lips?!

A woman's lips!

The touch was incredibly soft and fragrant, yet burning hot, like the finest silk wrapped in scalding honey, instantly overwhelming all his senses. He could even clearly feel the texture of those lips. Tang Zijun's eyes snapped open in the darkness.

His pupils contracted sharply in utter shock and disbelief, his mind went blank, and all his fatigue and sleepiness were shattered by this sudden, intensely sensual "attack." He instinctively tried to struggle, but the other person was faster; a slender hand, equally warm and surprisingly strong, held him tightly before he could react. A soft, moist tongue slid across his lips, and Tang Zijun remained steadfast, not daring to let the other person break through.

In that instant, he immediately recalled what Scáthach had said to him during the day.

surprise?

This is the surprise Scáthach was talking about!?

With a quick grab of his elbow, Tang Zijun used his strength to flip over and pin the man who had attacked him to the ground. Only then did he realize with astonishment that the person beneath him was none other than Qin Nan!

Tang Zijun's powerful night vision allowed her to clearly see the blush hidden in the darkness on Qin Nan's face. She was wearing a magical girl's dress, and blue magic slowly flowed in her sparkling eyes. "What...what are you doing here so late at night instead of sleeping?!"

Unable to move under Tang Zijun's control, Qin Nan was not panicked. Instead, she seemed to enjoy the feeling of being tightly surrounded. She tried to stick her head out to launch another attack, but Tang Zijun dodged it by tilting her head back.

"Hey, you've gone too far," Tang Zijun said again.

This time, Qin Nan pursed her lips and said in a low voice.

"Do you remember? You owe me a favor."