Leveling Up by Defiling Milfs-Chapter 94: Ch: Just in Time to Steam
Marco gave a soft nod, a warm smile curving across his lips as he looked at his students.
"Yes... the second form, and that will begin after a week," Marco said, his voice firm and unwavering.
For a brief moment, silence settled over them—thick and expectant. Then, without a word, Marco turned and strode toward the exit, the others falling in behind him.
"But Master, what does the second form looks like?" Bernard asked with a curious expression.
Marco took a moment before replying calmly.
"Let it be a surprise for you, I mean all of you," said Marco. "Think of it this way, I’m giving you all a week to perfect your first form before we move on to the second."
The young shamans listened closely, hanging on every word. Meanwhile, Daniel smiled to himself, as if he already knew why Marco had said that.
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*Bwoosh*
Daniel stepped outside, and the first thing he saw was three armored guards standing beside the dungeon entrance, as if keeping watch.
In the corner stood three wagons, resting quietly. Three black-hooded figures approached them, each carrying a wooden tray of food.
Each person was handed two ripe bananas, an apple, a small bread like baguette filled with blueberry jam, and a glass of water served in a clay cup.
*Nom-Nom-Nom*
Daniel sat on the grass and ate in silence, his gaze fixed on the beautiful sunset. The sky glowed warm, streaked with orangish clouds—smeared across the horizon.
’Damn, this bread taste’s so... incredible’ Daniel thought as he chewed. ’Or maybe I was already so starving in that dungeon, that I didn’t even realize it.’
Daniel listened calmly to their conversations as he ate, letting the words flow around him while he savored each bite.
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When the wagons went up in flames, the horses scattered in every direction. Out of the four, three sprinted back toward the entrance. The black-robed figure lunged to catch them, while Marco collided head-on with the Faravarks.
Hours later, once the chaos had settled, they rode to Arcana Town—Then hitched new wagons to the horses, and then returned with the food supplies.
But to their surprise, they discovered that Marco, his students, Belinda, and a guard had gone inside the dungeon, so they waited outside for hours.
’Why does it feels like I’m missing something... something very important,’ Daniel thought, finishing the last bite of his banana.
Soon, everyone finished their meals, and Marco instructed them to climb onto the wagons.
Armored guards occupied the first wagon, Marco and five shamans took the second, and Belinda, along with the other shamans, rode on the third.
As they rode back to Arcana Town, Belinda kept darting glances at Daniel, who sat across from her at the edge of the wagon.
’Agh... why my body behaving differently whenever his eyes met mine,’ Belinda wondered, her gaze darting left and right.
’Hehe... don’t tell me this Milf is thinking about the kiss or my little brother,’ Daniel thought smirking to himself. ’but man she looks so beautiful in her green robe, her eyes looks sharp and face so... innocent like a puppy.’
"Status," Daniel whispered, his voice barely audible over the wind.
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Name: Belinda Blair
Age: 33
HP: 1899/1900
Mana: 420/500
Essence: 100%
Quality: Outstanding
Description: A hardworking, enthusiastic woman with a perverse bent, who has a genuine passion for aiding others no matter what.
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The moment Daniel stepped down from the wagon and walked through the town gate, he instantly remembered the words he had given to Tressa.
"Oh shit, I totally forgot about the mouches," he whispered, pressing his left hand against his head.
Daniel hurried toward the marketplace to get the chicken, but halfway there, he noticed a small crowd gathered around Henry’s stall.
He ignored the crowd and dashed deeper into the market.
The first thing he bought was a woven basket, then a chicken. He had to pay a little extra, as prices tended to rise when the sun began to set—That’s why most people preferred to shop in the morning or afternoon.
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Phew, somehow I got all the necessary ingredients just in time,’ he thought, walking toward his home.
He had thought of buying a flower for her, but he hadn’t seen the flower lady with her handcart anywhere on the street.
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At home, he dropped the woven basket onto the kitchen floor, grabbed an empty pot and basket, filled them with water from the well, and cleaned the chicken before bringing it back to his room.
Then he set to work, slicing and dicing the vegetables on a chopping board.
Half an hour later, everything was ready—the only thing left was to steam it in the bamboo steamer. There were only thirty pieces on the plate, but even before he could start, he was already sweating from the heat.
’Will she come? It’s already dusk,’ he muttered, his gaze fixed on the balcony.
Keeping his spirits up, he decided to clean himself first and headed to the well. Then he rinsed himself as quickly as he could.
Although Daniel could have bought the meat pouches at Henry’s stall and saved himself time, one thing about him was certain: he never revealed his trump card until the moment it was truly necessary.
At the time he was writing the recipe, he never revealed all the ingredients. He gave Henry and Renery only what was necessary, not the complete recipe.
"Hooh... it feels so refreshing to take a bath after a tiring day," he thought, walking toward his room.
The moment he crossed the gate, Tressa appeared.
"Hello, Daniel. Sorry I’m late. Are the meat pouches ready?" she asked, speaking straight to the point.
Daniel nodded, a warm smile on his face. "Yes, Aunt. I was just about to steam them."
They climbed the stairs toward Daniel’s room, his lower body draped in nothing but a white towel—poised to slip away at any moment and reveal his naked sword.
Tressa’s yellow gown shimmered under the fading light, the black surcoat resting neatly over her shoulders. Her eyes darted hungrily, her mind completely consumed by thoughts of the food awaiting her.
’Heh... don’t worry my wealthy Aunt, I’ll feed you more than you ever expected’ Daniel thought grinning wickedly to himself.
