All-in-One System: All I Need is Erotic Coins

"What do you think of Roderik?" Morgana asked.

Damian was facing her, seeing her gorgeous body. Morgana was passing her hand on her boobs, making Damian halter before answering her.

"I feel like he doesn't give a shit about us, but that's understandable," Damian said as he played with a tiny rock, making it float above his hand. "He needs to think about the goods he's selling to the nearby city and not about us."

Roderik was a merchant, and he was after profit. Damian and Morgana were getting a ride with him—after paying some coins, of course—but the main reason Roderik was traversing the Black Mountains was to reach a city on the other side to sell his stuff. He wanted to earn money and not protect the people who went with him.

"It makes sense, but I still wish he would at least look for us. The man ignored us completely after saving his ass."

"Well, let's just ignore his stupidity and keep going with them. It's better to have someone who knows this area. We are powerful, but there are powerful monsters out there that might give us some problems."

The two talked for a while about many things, and after finishing their night bath, both returned to where the tents were. A hired mercenary was up, acting as a scout, when he noticed the two.

"Awake? I thought you needed some rest. If you are feeling so well, do the next shift for me; I want to sleep."

Before Damian could say a word, the hired mercenary walked away and went to his own tent. There was no one watching the camp anymore, and the job fell to Damian.

He took a deep breath, trying his best to contain the anger. Damian had been changing since the moment he decided to use his blood skills, absorbing the life essence of others. It changed his mind, and he was not the type of person who was afraid of killing others.

Damian conjured a blood spear on his hand and was about tossing it on the man when Morgana placed her hand on his shoulder and said, "Don't do it now. It will make others see us as enemies. We can wait for a better chance to kill that man."

It was like a breath of freshness in his mind. Morgana's seductive voice ringing in his ear made Damian wake up to reality.

"Fine, but this idiot is making me lose my night with you," Damian complained.

"Don't worry," Morgana said as she grabbed Damian's cock. "We will have many others."

"I will wait for that." Damian slapped her ass in return.

Morgana smiled, winked, and sat beside him, near the campfire. It caught him by surprise.

"You can return to the tent if you want," he said.

"Well, I don't actually need to sleep, remember? I mean, I can do it, but it's not something I require to live. So why not keep you company on this cold night?"

The gesture coming from Morgana startled Damian, and once again he was happy to have her by his side. She was constantly acting as someone he could count on, and that was the most precious thing to have inside a dangerous place like the dungeon.

"Thank you."

*

Nothing happened during the night. Damian and Morgana spent it talking about some subjects, but nothing too important. For most of the night, the two remained quiet, as talking too much would wake up the others.

When morning arrived and the people of the camp started to wake up, Roderik came to meet Damian.

The first thing Damian noticed was his face. It looked like Roderik knew someone would try to make Damian watch for the night, which made him think even more about the idea that Roderik was just an asshole.

"You woke up early, Damian. What happened? Feeling unwell after fleeing yesterday?" Roderik said.

Damian smiled. "Yes, indeed. I wanted some fresh air. Staying inside the tent was making me feel worse."

"I see. Well, we will leave in about one hour, so you still have time to enjoy the morning breeze."

Roderik left and went to help the others unpack their tents. From afar, Damian saw him talking to the same mercenary that was the watcher during the night.

"So Roderik probably knows about that. Why is he trying to harm us this way? I mean, we didn't do anything to him," Damian said.

Morgana was beside him, carrying the backpack where Billy was. "I don't know, but we will figure it out."

"For sure."

Before, Damian wasn't worried about how the other merchants and mercenaries felt about him being there. Nothing had happened, so why worry? He just wanted to pass through the Black Mountains and never see these people again.

But now that Roderik looked like he was trying to harm him, Damian started to pay attention to other behaviors. A few mercenaries hired to act as guards for Roderik, the strongest mercenaries there, were always looking at Damian from the sides, and when he tried to stare back, they would just look away and ignore him.

That was getting on his nerves! It was like he was prey for them, and they were analyzing his every movement. But why?

Many questions arose inside his mind, yet no matter how hard he tried, it was impossible to find the answers. So, the best course of action was to just follow along and see where it would lead.

So, Damian, Morgana, and Billy—the mushroom—entered the carriage, continuing their journey through the Black Mountains.

During the watch the previous night, nothing came near their camp to attack them, but the strange noises echoed through the mountains and the forests, from creatures Damian had never heard before. Because of that, Damian was not feeling that confident that the rest of the journey would be a smooth one.

He was expecting problems, not only from the creatures in the surrounding area but also from the very people who were with him inside the carriage. Roderik was up to something, and Damian would figure it out.