My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem-Chapter 1573

It wasn’t that complicated, really. The peacetalks were a sensitive time, and I didn’t want anything causing them any trouble. That’s why I looked for anyone in the city that had red marks. Just about every city had a few bad apples. Even in the capital of Aberis, I could kind various red dots, although they were small and often hard to pick up in the crowd. This place didn’t quite have that population, and besides, I was very invested in making sure things went safely and smoothly, preferably in a way that didn’t upset Eliana and potentially hurt the baby. I was just starting my fatherly duties early, that was all!

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I quickly located about ten red marks. These were people who gave off bad auras. They were either up to dark things or intended to do dark things. See my mana saw them as enemies, then it made sense to take care of them before they could potentially cause trouble. It was likely none of them had anything to do with the peace talks at all, but even a mugger accidentally robbing the wrong dignitary could cause issues, so it was best to just get rid of them.

It wasn’t like I was going to kill them permanently. I was just going to remove them from the equation for a while. We’d cut out their souls and throw them in my dungeon. I could create various spectral guards, created from the undead harem of King Roth. They’d keep the souls locked up properly. I also wouldn’t let the dungeon eat away at them, so they could be safely resurrected at a later date of my choice unless I forgot.

After lining up all of the enemies and targeting their mana signature, I used Phase Shift to quickly disappear through the crowds at the dock and into a side alley. Once I was there, I began to move at an extremely quick rate, leaping up onto a roof and crossing the city at an extremely fast pace. I also used the skill Hide Presence, Silent Feet, and the 25-point skill Avoid Perception. In other words, no one even noticed me leaping from rooftop to rooftop. I sort of felt like a ninja. Well, I was still over six feet tall, so I was a big ninja.

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I landed in an alleyway, nearly right on top of the first red mark. I fell right behind the man. He was facing away from me and didn’t even hear when I landed thanks to Silent Feet. He was wearing a large coat and was bent over, whispering to himself as he stared out into the street. He was specifically watching a pair of two women, who happened to be obliviously walking toward the alley. He came off as suspicious.

However, I still felt a bit strange just cutting him down without cause, so I hesitate a bit. The women came closer, and I tensed as I prepared for whatever foul deed he was about to conduct. Just as they walked by, the man leaped out. I looked for a knife or any weapon, but I didn’t see one. At that moment, he ripped open his coat, and there was absolutely nothing on underneath.

“Ahhh!”

“Pervert!”

The two women let out screams as they were suddenly exposed to him. He laughed, jumping up and down as he displayed everything to the horrified women. They turned and ran away. He finally turned back into the alley, laughing merrily.

“I guess I can’t just depend on the map,” I muttered as I went to turn around.

He was just a pervert. He probably had the same job unlocked that I did. In some ways, we were kindred spirits.

At that moment, I felt my arm tug, causing me to spin back around. My sword had suddenly moved in a direction counter to my movements. Alysia could move, even in her sword form, to an extent. When done right, I could add her strength to mine in a powerful blow. In this case, it was like yanking my arm back.

“What is Master saying? We must destroy this enemy!” Alysia cried out.

“Eh? Isn’t he just a pervert?”

“He’s an enemy to all women!” Before I could stop her, the sword swept down and he was cut to pieces. “All Perverts should just die…”

I stood there for a while in a cold sweat. At least she didn’t recall I also had the Pervert job.