Tale of the Red Dragon Without Dragon's Might-Chapter 434 - 428: The Adorable Rafael

Low-level devils like Imps, Thorn Demons, and Whisker Demons rarely have the chance to go to the Material Plane.

If it is a high-level devil, they will search for a Color Pool in the Astral Plane if needed, and travel to the Material Plane through the Color Pool.

As for someone like Rafael, he has a luxurious mansion in the Nine Hells with countless servants, and in that mansion, there’s a room with teleportation gates to various cities in the Material Plane, allowing him to come and go as he pleases.

At this moment, Rafael is in the Material Plane, holding a cup of steaming hot tea, standing by the river, admiring the shimmering surface of the water, with a faint and enigmatic smile. He waits for his servant Corilla to bring him all sorts of intelligence, and for when he will need to step forward from behind the scenes.

"Toast me with your gaze, and I’ll return the toast with mine..." Rafael is reciting a poem when he suddenly senses his servant approaching.

"Why is your step so hurried?" Rafael elegantly turns around, "Let me guess, did you discover something interesting?"

Corilla, out of breath, appears before Rafael, her short figure looking somewhat disheveled.

Rafael gently frowned, making a ripple in the teacup in his hand, and said, "My dear servant, you look as if you’ve been chased by a Hellhound, what has made you so flustered? Take your time, I’m in no rush."

"Master." Corilla exhaled a breath, swallowed, and said, "I followed your instructions to monitor that group of adventurers infected with the Heart-stealer tadpole, offering assistance when necessary... I discovered that besides me, there are others monitoring them too."

Rafael’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and he said, "Oh? Did you drive him away? Or... capture him? Tell me, to which side does this uninvited guest belong, and what are his intentions?"

"He’s very strong." Corilla’s voice grew softer, "He can appear behind me without a sound, I think only you, Master, should confront him..."

Rafael suddenly burst into laughter, causing waves of ripples on the river surface, and said, "How interesting."

"Well then, let me meet this mysterious spectator." Rafael finished his tea in one go and handed the cup to Corilla, "I hope he’s smart enough to understand the wisdom of retreating when the going gets tough... Otherwise, he’ll have to experience firsthand what it means to dance with devils."

His smile grew deeper, and he said, "A good show must always unfold slowly."

When Corilla led Rafael to find Leon, Leon was busy observing the actions of the main group with interest.

Outside the infected village, the main group had just convinced the adorable dog named "Scratch" to join the camp. Instead of continuing on as expected, they turned towards the Sunshine Wetland, clearly seduced by Aunt Ethel, a Green Hag disguised in the Emerald Forest.

After all, according to the game’s original plot, the main group was gathered together entirely because they had all been captured by a Mind Flayer, with Heart-stealer tadpoles planted in their heads, compelling them to work together earnestly and find a way to solve the tadpole issue... It’s not impossible that they might take desperate measures.

Unlike the game, now every member of the main group has their unique skills, and discovering the truth of the Sunshine Wetland is easy for them. The mere presence of a Green Hag is nothing in front of them, and they kindly gifted the Separation Grief Wand confiscated from the Green Hag to the pregnant girl, allowing her to use it to resurrect her deceased husband as a zombie.

How similar is this evil thought’s actions to his in-game operations? Leon occasionally couldn’t help but ponder.

Leon circled back to the infected village with the main group, only to find that Corilla had called upon her master Rafael.

Rafael, a hybrid descendant of the Great Demon Mephisto, is not weak in strength, and it might be a bit difficult to see through his 72 Transformations. With no other choice, Leon simply transformed into human form, for otherwise, it wouldn’t be fun, and his form flickered back to human.

"Aha! I found you." As soon as Leon dissolved the 72 Transformations, Rafael immediately noticed him, "Looks like our uninvited guest is finally willing to reveal himself."

Rafael elegantly snapped his fingers, his figure dispersing like smoke, and reconvened behind Leon, shaking his head exaggeratedly, eyes glinting mischievously, his voice as sweet as honey, "Oh my, oh my, who is this and what is he doing? Is he a sneaky mouse or a greedy hyena?"

He suddenly spread his arms like an actor on stage, reciting, "Mouse, mouse, laughing so happily, thinking it can outsmart the cat! Sharp teeth and claws all come down, one strike to the netherworld in an instant."

Subsequently, he bowed elegantly and said, "Nice to meet you, I am Rafael, at your service."

Leon crossed his arms, suppressing his laughter, and said, "Even though you’ve introduced yourself, I have no intention of telling you my name."

Leon wrinkled his nose, deliberately sniffing the air, and said, "Are you the master of the female Dwarf? This smell of sulfur..." He suddenly assumed a look of sudden realization, "You’re not a devil, but a Kampion."

Kampions are offspring of devils and humanoid creatures, inheriting the appearance of both, but their horns, bat wings, and tails still mark their otherworld heritage.

When Kampions reach adulthood, even the most beloved mortal parents find their cruelty and evil degeneracy shocking. If raised in the Nine Layers of Hell, they usually become soldiers, envoys, and servants of high-level devils. If raised in the Bottomless Abyss, they gain power solely through strength and will.

Rafael does not appreciate the identity of a Kampion; it’s a thorn in his heart. Thus, upon hearing Leon’s words, the veins on his forehead twitched slightly, and he stiffly changed the subject: "Have you been to the Lower Plane?"

"Been to both the Bottomless Abyss and Aphnas, even had the honor of participating in the Blood War." Leon continued relentless, "I’ve seen many Kampions like you."

"I never thought I’d meet a Blood War Mercenary in the Material Plane." Rafael took a deep breath, still maintaining his composure.

"Is it so difficult to admit you’re a Kampion?" Leon tilted his head, "I don’t think that’s anything to be ashamed of."

Rafael clenched his fists, raised a finger at Leon, and said, "No matter who I am, it’s better than you serving a devil."

"You’re mistaken." Leon waved his hand, "I’ve mixed around the Lower Plane, indeed signed a pact with a devil, but we’re in a cooperative relationship. I’ve never served any devil."

"Besides, the devil I entered into a pact with is much stronger than you." Leon thought Rafael was nothing but a second-generation rich, a kid in front of Bell, "He’s a true devil, unlike you, a hybrid Kampion."

"Enough!" Rafael finally lost his cool, and the surrounding air distorted with anger, "Maybe the devil you know is more powerful than I am, but you only know him, he likely doesn’t even remember you. If you’re determined to seek death, I’m happy to oblige!"

"I don’t have such intentions for now." Rafael is an interesting treasure chest, Leon doesn’t have any killing intent towards him, just wants to tease him a bit, though he had passed the game several times, having killed him each time, even taking his corpse as a trophy, "Goodbye."

As soon as the words were spoken, Leon’s figure vanished into a wisp of Clean Energy.

Rafael stared at the empty ground, sneering, and said, "High-level Invisibility Technique? No wonder you are so arrogant, daring to speak to me like that. Do you think knowing the High-level Invisibility Technique allows you to do whatever you want? You can’t even see through me, just a foolish mortal."

"I’ll let you go this time!" he remarked coldly, looking at the empty space, "A high-level devil would know what to do now... But beware, next time, I might just decide to show you what dancing with a devil feels like."

"This play will continue slowly," he mused, his smile growing deeper.

As Corilla led Rafael to find Leon, Leon was keenly observing the actions of the main group with much interest.

Outside the infected village, the main group had just convinced a cute dog named "Scratch" to join the camp; rather than proceeding as expected, they turned around to head towards the Sunshine Wetland, clearly led astray by Aunt Ethel, a Green Hag in disguise from the Emerald Forest.

After all, according to the original game plot, the reason the main group was together was because they’d all been captured by the Mind Flayer and had Heart-stealer tadpoles planted in their heads, forcing them to work together diligently to find a solution for dealing with the Heart-stealer tadpoles... Resorting to desperate measures is not out of the question.

Unlike the game, the current main group had a variety of talents, and discovering the truth about the Sunshine Wetland in advance was a piece of cake. The insignificant Green Hag was nothing in front of them, and eventually, they kindly gave the Separation Grief Wand they confiscated from the Green Hag to the pregnant girl, enabling her to use the Separation Grief Wand to resurrect her dead husband as a zombie.

What this Evil Thought did was so similar to his own operations in the game, Leon sometimes couldn’t help but ponder idly.

Leon followed the main group back and forth to the infected village, finding that Corilla had brought her master Rafael over. freёnovelkiss.com

Rafael was the half-blood offspring of Great Demon Mephisto, not weak in power, and seeing through his 72 Transformations might still be a bit difficult. With no other choice, Leon simply transformed into human form, otherwise, there was no fun, and his figure flickered back into human shape.

"Aha! I found you." As Leon dispelled the 72 Transformations, Rafael immediately noticed him, "It seems our uninvited guest is finally willing to step onto the stage."

Rafael elegantly snapped his fingers, his figure dissipating like smoke and reforming behind Leon, shaking his head exaggeratedly, with eyes flashing in a teasing light, saying, "Oh dear, oh dear, who is this, and what is he doing? Is he a sneaky mouse or a greedy hyena?"

He suddenly spread his arms and began to declaim like an actor on stage: "Mouse, mouse, laugh merrily, thinking it’s better than the cat! Sharp teeth and claws all fall, one move to die in the west."

Subsequently, he made an elegant bow and said, "Pleased to meet you, I’m Rafael, at your service."

Leon crossed his arms, suppressing a smile and said, "Though you’ve introduced yourself, I don’t intend to tell you my name."

Leon wrinkled his nose, deliberately sniffing the air, and said: "Are you the master of that female Dwarf? This smell of sulfur all over you..." He suddenly showed a look of realization, "You’re not a Devil, you’re a Kampion, aren’t you?"

Kampions are offspring of Evil Demons and humanoid creatures, inheriting the appearance of both, but their horns, bat wings, and tails still mark their otherworldly lineage.

Rafael’s forehead veins slightly throbbed in annoyance as he heard Leon’s words, and he said in a slow, controlled whisper, "That’s enough." For this, hearing Leon’s words made his temples tick with a slight movement.

The area around them was empty, but Rafael’s eyes glimmered teasingly and he spoke with a voice as sweet as honey, "Tsk tsk, who is this, loitering around? The sneaky mouse, or the greedy hyena?"

"Nice to meet you, I am Rafael, at your service," he said, bowing gracefully.

Leon crossed his arms, stifling a grin, and said, "Even though you introduced yourself, I have no intention of telling you my name."

Leon wrinkled his nose and deliberately sniffed the air, then exhibited a sudden expression of realization, "Are you the master of that dwarf maid? The smell of sulfur all over you..." He suddenly looked as if he had an epiphany, "You’re not a Devil, but a Kampion, right?"

Kampions are the offspring of Evil Demons and humanoid creatures, inheriting the appearance of both sides, but their horns, bat wings, and tail still mark their otherworldly bloodline.

Hearing Leon’s words, one of Rafael’s forehead veins throbbed slightly, and he changed the subject with a forced smile, "Admitting that you’re a Kampion is that difficult?"

Rafael clenched his fist and said, "Better to admit to being a Kampion than to serve a Devil like you."

"I have never served a Devil as covenanted with me," Leon persisted, "I’ve never been bound by such an agreement."

"Enough!" Rafael finally lost his composure and sneered at the empty space, saying, "I’ll let you go this time, but if you ever dare to meddle with a Devil again, I’d be more than happy to make it your last time!"

"For now, I’ll let it slide," Rafael said with a scoff, turning and heading towards the broken bridge of the infected village after sending Camilla away.

Not far away, Leon, transformed into a sparrow, nearly burst out laughing.

He followed behind Rafael, watching intently. Here was a script he had never seen in the game.

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