47: Chapter 47 The Succubus's Feast! Uninvited Guests at Snowdrop Manor!

Snow Velvet Manor.

After Aria left, the master bedroom on the top floor returned to tranquility.

Rowan returned to the recliner by the floor-to-ceiling window.

The warm autumn sun spilled in.

He lay back, his posture relaxed, his mind already submerged in the light blue panel within his consciousness.

[born succubus more children more blessings system]

[Name]: Rowan Flynn

[Age]: 22

[Current Eligible Partner (Rating > 90)]: Sylvia Latour (92 points)

[Current Number of Offspring]: 7

Mia Flynn (3 years old, eldest daughter)

Aidan Flynn (3 years old, second son)

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[Innate Profession]: Succubus

[Innate Skills]:

Charm lv3 (1406 / 10000)

Effect: Causes the target to enter a state of infatuation through eye contact, speech, or aura, lowering their psychological resistance.

Drain lv2 (3006 / 4000)

Effect: Absorbs the target's emotional energy, such as pleasure or love, through intimate contact to gain attribute points.

Remaining Free Attribute Points: 811

[Second Profession]: Myriad Knight

[Profession Skills]

Myriad Furnace Breathing Technique lv2 (3408 / 10000) (Senior Knight)

Current Traits: [Frost (Blue)], [Insight (Blue)], [Blood Rage (Blue)], [Shape-shifting (Blue)], [Wind Breath (Blue)]

Winter Oath-Keeper Swordsmanship lv3 (635 / 5000)

Skills: Frost Heart Realm, Frost Flower Slash, Instant Snow Step, Frost Heart: Flash Ice Stab...

Silent Pilgrimage Archery lv3 (932 / 5000)

Skills: North Wind Arrow Rain, Frost Bridge Bead Chain, Silent Funeral, Winter Veil Canopy...

[Non-Profession Skills]

Potion Making lv2 (0 / 3000)

[Eligible Offspring Count Milestone Rewards]:

7: Obtained [Random Profession Card × 1, Profession Random Skill Card × 2] (Claimed)

14: Obtain [Designated Profession Card × 1, Profession Designated Skill Card × 2]

28: Obtain [Random Saint-tier Profession Card × 1, Saint-tier Profession Random Skill Card × 2]

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He had temporarily given up on upgrading Potion Making.

Non-profession skills could not be leveled up through proficiency; they required the use of precious [Free Attribute Points].

He focused mainly on the Succubus profession skill [Drain].

This was the skill most likely to be upgraded, and one he urgently needed to upgrade.

If the Drain skill were upgraded, the efficiency of absorbing emotional energy would be greatly improved, allowing him to acquire [Free Attribute Points] faster.

"Aria..." He whispered the name, his fingertips tapping lightly on the walnut tabletop.

That seemingly cold priestess had burning emotions and complex thoughts suppressed within her heart, much like lava sealed beneath polar ice caps; once a vent was found, the energy released would inevitably be astonishing.

He could almost foresee that when she completely blossomed, the emotional energy she could provide would be vast and layered.

The wavering of devout faith, the pleasure of the forbidden, the fierce tearing between emotion and reason...

For a succubus, this was nothing short of a feast.

But a feast required suitable tableware.

With the current efficiency of lv2 [Drain], he feared it would be difficult to perfectly contain that torrent, inevitably leading to waste and failing to maximize benefits.

"Proficiency is still short by 994 points, yet I only have 811 free attribute points..." He calculated simply in his heart. Even if he invested all his free attribute points, he would still be short.

Furthermore, free attribute points were precious; he preferred to save them for critical moments or emergencies for targeted strengthening.

The best plan was still to obtain enough proficiency through "practice."

However, the object of "practice" had become a problem.

While Lady Lillian remained a relatively high-quality source of emotional energy, they were too familiar with each other, and her resistance to pleasure had increased significantly after multiple intimate encounters.

Now, it required more effort and technique to evoke the same level of intense emotional fluctuation as before, making it much less efficient than it used to be.

Moreover, emotions needed time to accumulate; one could not Drain the pond to catch the fish, which was why people said absence made the heart grow fonder.

Therefore, relying solely on Lady Lillian to push the [Drain] skill to lv3 would likely not be enough time.

Rowan pondered carefully...

Suddenly, he thought of another lady he had recently seen.

Elena Farrell.

That delicate, beautiful bride who had been a fleeting glimpse at the wedding.

[Rating: 82]

Ladies with a rating above 80 naturally could not compare to the top-tier ones above 90 in terms of proficiency and attribute points provided.

But the cost-effectiveness was decent, especially since... the emotional energy that erupted during the first blooming was often the most intense and complex.

"What a pity, she just got married..."

A trace of regret flashed in Rowan's eyes. From what he saw that day, she was undoubtedly still a pure maiden.

Just as he was thinking about how to improve more efficiently.

"Knock, knock, knock."

A clear and restrained knock sounded.

It interrupted his train of thought.

Rowan frowned almost imperceptibly, a hint of annoyance at being disturbed flashing in his eyes.

He clearly remembered telling Butler Horn earlier not to come and disturb him unless there was an important matter.

With Snow Velvet Manor newly established, the servants should be more observant of the rules.

But he did not lash out, instead rising with a calm expression and walking to the door, pulling open the heavy door.

Standing outside was indeed Butler Horn.

Only, this middle-aged man, who was usually serious, now had an undisguised uneasiness on his face.

"Master," Butler Horn's voice was very low, filled with apology and urgency, "Downstairs... there is a visitor."

"I told them you were handling important matters and were unavailable to see guests, but the other party... insists on seeing you, and their attitude... is quite forceful."

"Moreover, accompanying them is the magistrate of the Still Lake District, Officer Link."

After listening, the annoyance in Rowan's heart dissipated a little, replaced by a touch of contemplation.

He had just bought the manor not long ago and had no old acquaintances here. Who would visit so urgently and impolitely?

And even brought a magistrate from the district?

This was less like a visit and more like a forceful notification or warning.

"Do you know the other party's identity?"

Rowan asked, his voice calm.

"The other party... did not explicitly state their full name," Butler Horn weighed his words, appearing even more uneasy:

"But that young lord leading them has an extraordinary bearing and mentioned the Farrell Family in his speech... Officer Link, who accompanied him, is also quite respectful toward him."

The Farrell Family, accompanied by the magistrate of the Still Lake District, hot-headed youth, forceful attitude...

Several keywords instantly connected in Rowan's mind.

Ravenna Farrell!

"Heh..." A playful smirk tugged at the corner of Rowan's mouth.

He had already guessed some of the purpose of their visit.

"I understand." Rowan waved his hand at the panicked Butler Horn, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger:

"I will be down in a moment. Go and prepare tea and snacks in the reception room, do not be rude."

"Yes, Master."

Butler Horn, as if granted amnesty, hurriedly bowed and retreated.

Rowan did not move immediately.

He walked back into the room, unhurriedly changing into a more formal dark blue jacket, and straightened his collar and cuffs in the mirror on the wall.

Then he walked slowly down the spiral staircase.

The exquisite crystal chandelier lit up the first-floor reception room brightly; at this moment, a strange knight was standing guard at the door.

Inside the reception room, Ravenna Farrell was standing with his hands behind his back, examining an oil painting of a landscape on the wall, his posture casual, as if he were the master of this place.

Hearing footsteps, he turned to look at the door, his gaze landing unscrupulously on Rowan, who walked in.

When he saw Rowan's near-perfect face and that tall, sturdy figure.

A flash of intense jealousy and gloom uncontrollably swept through Ravenna's eyes.

It's him!

This face, this skin, no wonder he could attract that ice beauty's special attention!

Priestess Aria was usually cold as ice to suitors; it turned out she was a face-con at heart!

At the thought of this, a heavy sense of self-pity welled up in Ravenna's heart.

He thought with intense unwillingness, Priestess Aria had never truly noticed his own scholarly foundation, profound wisdom, and extraordinary talent as a mage...

He didn't understand—

What is so good about this pretty boy?

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