Chapter 1044: Chapter 44: Poaching Talent The gentle breeze brushed across the Forgotten Plain.
Duncan, dressed like an ordinary adventurer, stepped off a ferry made from the bones of a Yugoloth slowly. Behind him were a pair of stunningly beautiful succubus twins, one of whom, an enchanting mage, tossed a soul crystal stone to the ferryman.
Infernal beings often work outside.
The Bottomless Abyss is like the metropolises, where the demons of the Chaos Camp dislike working, thus leaving a large number of job positions to infernal beings.
Demons all want to be their own bosses; a demon that doesn’t aspire to become a demon lord is not fit to be a good pawn.
On this Nether River ferry made of crushed bones, subdued souls, and prayers, the ferryman greedily caught the soul crystal stone, then glanced at Duncan’s departing figure, wisely asking nothing, though it wondered why this seemingly ’average’ human could command two powerful enchanting mages as servants.
"Lord."
"Ahead is the Lake of Forgetting."
The alluring enchanting mage respectfully said, "Over there is the main channel of the Nether River."
Duncan nodded slightly.
He headed toward the distant gray lake, an area rarely populated by demons, as they also disliked losing their memories. The two enchanting mages stayed behind, avoiding the misty vicinity.
"Alarm! Alarm!"
"Detection of Nether River’s power erosion, losing some insignificant memories from the human form."
Duncan ignored it all.
He activated the power of the Storm Domain, probing the entire range of mist, identifying some areas emanating a faint glow.
——Memory Fog (Abyssal Wonder).
When souls become Abyssal prayers, they often lose all their mortal memories.
Yet, with enough concentration, through demon form advancement and unique magic rituals, demons can regain those memories. Unfortunately, most prayers don’t live long enough to become demons, and many demons don’t care about recovering their past life memories.
The memory fog looks like ordinary gray mist, but those passing through it sometimes hear snippets of long-forgotten conversations between unfamiliar people and indistinct whispers. Those who hear the murmur must withstand a will save to resist its allure and indoctrination, for it confounds one, driving them mad.
Sometimes, memories that aren’t yours may also get implanted in your mind.
Duncan slowly took out a bottle.
Upon opening the magic bottle, the storm’s power began collecting the nearby gray mist, with whispers resounding—fragments of countless people’s memories, enough to drive mortals insane, yet Duncan’s will easily saved him.
After collecting a whole bottle of memory fog, Duncan returned near the Nether River, where the two enchanting mages were ready.
A glow from the teleportation spell appeared.
Duncan’s figure returned to the lower layers of the Bottomless Abyss, but not to Shadella of layer 570, rather to the Gate of Assembly on layer 422 of the Bottomless Abyss.
There, portals leading to the main Material Plane, including Ferren’s plane, were located.
In the military camp.
A high-tier enchanting mage, alluring yet exuding a hint of purity, with eyes revealing a trace of wildness, slowly entered the camp. Her expression was filled with surprise and joy as she gazed eagerly at Duncan ahead, never expecting to be summoned by this lord, even thinking her beauty might have intrigued him.
Her sisters would surely be envious.
"Come here."
Duncan held a crystal bottle, with strange gray mist floating inside. Hearing his deep voice, the enchanting mage swiftly approached, humbly coming before Duncan, respectfully and fawningly asking, "What are your orders, lord?"
While speaking, she tried her best to display her charm, like being taller and more voluptuous than her sisters, akin to a heavy fruit ready to cushion a blow, and her longer, sturdier white thighs.
She was a head taller than ordinary succubi, standing nearly two meters tall.
Her physique was indeed strong.
From the moment of her birth, she was faster, stronger, and more enchanting than other succubi, drawing more favor from the Succubus Queen.
This kind of high-tier enchanting mage was rare even in Shadella.
"Stand over there." Duncan said calmly.
The enchanting mage nodded respectfully, then stepped to the center of an array, eyes filled with curiosity, not knowing what new trick this lord wanted to play, as some mages favored black tentacles, which the enchantresses themselves sometimes experimented with, studying with their sisters.
Duncan slowly opened the crystal bottle in his hand, and a wisp of gray mist enveloped the enchanting mage upon the array.
In the next moment.
Her expression became filled with bewilderment, then the alluring and wild look faded momentarily, giving way to a surprisingly sacred beauty!
This enchanting mage’s expression continually shifted, her confusion deepening.
One moment she seemed like a wanton femme fatale.
The next moment, she transformed into a pure saintess.
The changing expressions and postures transitioned seamlessly, and she closed her eyes, immersed in the memory storm, with even a crystal tear rolling down from the corner of her eye.
This tear, resembling the tear of a holy mother, hung at the eye corner full of sacredness and compassion, but soon, her lips curled up again, reverting to a charmingly allure expression.