The projection screen seemed to change, showing one as an illusion of the Priestess appearance and the other as the true form of the River Goddess.
Load.
Load fiercely.
Duncan didn’t know why this happened, but it’s possible he had already seized a bit of Hegel’s fortunes.
Yesterday, Hegel was still accompanied by a mature and charming Priestess, along with several daughters of Dibite Kings. At the time, he felt a little envious, couldn’t help but lament how well mythological heroes were treated.
Unexpectedly, he ended up with a beautiful fortune today. Although Hegel seemed to have taken quite a beating, things took a somewhat unexpected turn.
This very likely is a legendary experience belonging to Hegel that directly transferred to Duncan.
The River Goddess feigned the guise of a Priestess, gently brushing against Duncan’s chest with her slender fingers like jade scallions, and the places she touched became numb and quickly ceased to hurt, healing at an astounding pace. The slight damp fragrance on her body made Duncan’s heart restless.
If not proactive at this moment, then he’s not a qualified Barbarian.
Duncan embraced the River Goddess before him, who let out a startled cry and soon became gentle as water. As the thin veil slipped away, a magnificent sight unfolded before Duncan, causing his breath to quicken.
Moist!
So moist!
Fragrant!
Truly fragrant!
Even in his previous life as a mortal Emperor, the King of Kings, such peerless beauty was extremely rare, with possibly only the Nine-tailed Fox from Fusang barely surpassing her in pure beauty.
After all, she is genuinely a nation-toppling beauty.
In Western legends, not to mention River Goddesses, even ordinary Water Spirits possessed astonishing beauty.
They were first-rate existences, resembling Enchanting Demons within the fairies.
The fatigue on Duncan’s body vanished in an instant, and he couldn’t help but indulge himself, engaging in a fervent half-night, riding wildly, and feeling amazed at how truly moist the River Goddess was.
In fact, Oriental Water Gods are also quite remarkable, with Luo God as the representative figure.
As the dawn’s light appeared.
Duncan’s side was already empty, like a wild and lovely dream, leaving only the bed completely drenched, as if soaked in water.
His injuries had all healed, and he had gained a new state out of nowhere.
——"Water Monarch’s Blessing (Special Ability): Legend has it that Water Spirits possess astonishing beauty, and those favored by them will slightly enhance their own charm. The Dibet River Goddess bestowed upon you the River Water Monarch’s Blessing, slightly enhancing the resistance of your human form."
(You have acquired a slight Elf Race affinity.)
(When encountering other Elf Species, as long as you do not initiate an attack, the other party will likely be in a neutral state.)
It seems the Dibet River Goddess was quite pleased with Duncan’s performance yesterday, leaving a small gift upon departure.
In Dimension Space.
The longing on the projection screen burns like ignited flames. At some point, Duncan gained a bit of Legendary Level, originating from the River of Thebes region.
"Was this successfully stealing a part of Hegel’s legendary experience?"
Duncan’s expression was quite satisfied.
He wasn’t sure what led the Dibet River Goddess to choose him ultimately. Was it because he took the head of the Nine-headed Hydra Lizard, or because he defeated Hegel in competition, or simply because he was the only one in the war band who didn’t act recklessly?
After all, some River Goddesses and Oceanids, in legends, dislike men who spread their seeds indiscriminately.
There’s a northern legend that a hero missed the favor of an Oceanid because he pursued the daughters of an Island Country king.
During the Mythical Era, Divine Maidens also needed spouses.
If a Legendary Hero chose a mortal beautiful woman, there’s a high chance of missing out on a certain Immortal Spirit, as powerful heroes were also within their range of mate selection. They would never choose ordinary mortals, only the most outstanding human heroes among mortals would enter their sights.
Ordinary people would be lucky to encounter a seductive Water Spirit.
Duncan got up and walked out of the room.
As he looked up, he saw Hegel opposite him with a bruised face, whose expression was quite perplexed, as Duncan had just said something yesterday, and by nightfall, he was excited.
The two men locked eyes, both displaying a bit of awkwardness.
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