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"Hahaha! So, it's like this! Brother, I never expected such a big guy like you to be afraid of mice? Hahahaha!"
During dinner time, the campsite echoed with Mengdie's hearty laughter. Accompanied by her entourage, over seventy people were grouped around small stoves, eating and drinking merrily. Some groups were formed by couples or blood relatives, some by mages, and some entirely of women. However, the most diverse group was undoubtedly Mengdie's, a real hodgepodge of individuals, predominantly men. Inhaling the masculine scent in the air, Mengdie felt incredibly comfortable. Sitting among these cheerful adventurers, she could discuss adventurous topics that were impossible to share with common folk.
"Hey, what's so special about a mutant werewolf? Little sister, you should have seen the dragon I encountered last time! That creature was formidable, breathing fire that burnt down an entire hilltop!"
"Oh? Did you manage to kill it, uncle?"
"Kill it? Haha, escaping from a dragon is already a feat to be proud of! Nothing is scarier than a dragon! Here, try this grilled meat, little sister!"
"No thanks, I don't eat meat. Ah! The cabbage is ready! It's mine!"
"Not a meat-eater? Interesting, little sister. Not on a diet, are you? Forget it, how about a beer? Cheers?"
"Of course! Cheers!"
Mengdie energetically lifted her wooden beer mug, filled with cheap dark beer, and drank it down. It was a refreshing feeling she hadn't experienced since her rebirth.
Edward was also sitting in the group. Initially, people's awe of him gradually faded as they drank more beer. The man sitting to his left even daringly wrapped an arm around his neck to toast. The young man politely accepted and drank. However, most of the time, he observed Mengdie. This girl, who acted with a masculine grace yet possessed a delicate beauty and an excellent figure, had sparked intense interest in him. Her mysterious past only added to her allure.
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"Alright! Little sister, watch me belly dance!"
"Sure, go ahead! Dance and sing! Hahaha!"
Uh... This kind of thick skin, unfazed by men's ridiculous antics, was a mystery in itself...
After about an hour or two of what amounted to a celebratory dinner, Edward called it to an end, as they had to travel the next day. People started to pack up and prepare for bed.
"Ugh..."
Mengdie, holding her stomach and looking a bit pale, leaned against a tent.
This isn't good... Seems like I drank a bit too much... Although I'm mentally fine with drinking, this body is clearly not used to it...
The plain's night breeze, which had seemed mildly invigorating to Mengdie, now felt chilling. Cursing her weak body, she thought about earning money to retrieve her necklace.
As another gust of wind blew, Mengdie shivered. She felt her stomach churning, the world spinning, unable to stand steadily. Her condition was immediately noticed by the men who had been watching her, and a young mercenary mustered the courage to approach her.
"Meng... Miss Mengdie! Are... are you alright?"
Feeling unwell, Mengdie didn't bother to correct the "Miss" to "Sir". Seeing someone approaching, she leaned on his shoulder without looking closely. This act drew envious glances from other young men, while the mercenary was both nervous and panicked.
"I'm... I'm fine... Where's the bathroom...?"
"A bathroom?" The mercenary looked around; in the wilderness, where could a bathroom be?
Seeing no response, Mengdie let go of his shoulder and staggered towards the men's tent. Everyone was puzzled about her intentions, watching her enter the tent and then, to their shock, start unbuttoning her clothes...
Inside the tent, everyone was stunned. The men who followed Mengdie in were wide-eyed, disbelieving what was unfolding. Their brains seemed to short-circuit, unable to think. All they could do was gape and drool, watching those slender fingers unbuttoning her shirt, one by one...
Mengdie, appearing dazed, seemed unaware of the gazes around her. She unbuttoned her shirt naturally, showing no shyness towards the men. Soon, all the buttons were undone, revealing her enticingly fair skin. Then, she began to open her shirt...
"Whoosh."
A beautiful sight!!! ...? What? Where did this coat come from?
Mengdie, with the same surprised expression as the others, was suddenly covered by a white cloak. A blond young man stood behind her, apparently the cloak's owner.
"Gentlemen, letting a drunk young lady undress in public is hardly gentlemanly behavior." The newcomer was Edward, maintaining composure but with a slightly embarrassed expression. He gently tapped Mengdie's shoulder, signaling her to turn around.
Mengdie, holding the cloak, turned and looked up. Her slightly unfocused, dazed eyes, flushed cheeks, and pink lips slightly parted, exhaled a breath tinged with the scent of alcohol.
"Mengdie, you're in the wrong tent. Your sleeping place is over there."
Edward lifted the tent flap, pointing to the women's tent opposite the men's.
Mengdie shook her head, her long hair swaying—
"This is the men's tent, right?"
"Yes, it is," Edward replied with a slight smile.
"Then I'm in the right place."
With a decisive affirmation, Mengdie pulled off the cloak and again reached for her shirt, intending to continue undressing!
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