All MILFs are Mine Chapter 346: Trody Tanner
Previously on All MILFs are Mine...
A dense throng of residents has amassed outside Morin’s residence.
"Mr. Morin, are you unharmed?"
"What transpired?" a lady inquired, her face etched with concern.
"We detected loud shrieks originating from Mr. Morin’s abode," another gentleman responded.
"Were those Mr. Morin’s cries?" she questioned, a puzzled look crossing her features.
"Are you dense? Naturally, they were Mr. Morin’s; it is his home," he retorted.
"Mr. Morin, kindly unbolt the door."
*KNOCK-KNOCK*
Within the house, Leon observed the gathering from the fringe of a window, his expression impassive.
"Hmm… Oh, that one appears promising, and her too. Hehehe… I should definitely pursue that one as well. This damnable kingdom boasts more MILFs than I anticipated, and their bosoms are ample. Is that not simply magnificent? I can pleasure them until dusk allows him to regain his senses." Leon’s voice dropped to a low murmur, a lascivious grin spreading across his face.
"Master… I have concluded my task," Vane announced from behind.
The moment Leon turned, he noticed Vane had perfectly assumed Morin’s appearance, save for his voice.
"The voice…" Leon commented, his tone even.
"Ah, indeed. Erhm… My name is Morin, ladies and gentlemen, and I command you to slaughter one another!" Vane exclaimed, mimicking Morin’s voice.
"Excellent, excellent… However, refrain from ordering them to kill each other," Leon replied coolly.
"As you command, my liege," Vane responded. He strode confidently to the door and opened it wide.
*CLICK*
"Why are you all clamoring like uncivilized beasts?" Vane boomed, stepping outside and promptly shutting the door behind him.
"Mr. Morin… We heard your screams; is everything satisfactory?" a man in his forties asked, bewildered.
"Yes… I endured a rather unsettling dream, which caused my outcry," Vane replied with a placid demeanor.
"What? But… you were shrieking with such intensity, Sir. We feared you were in peril," a woman in her twenties expressed, her brow furrowed with worry.
"What? When you engage in intimacy with your spouse at night and cry out, does it signify that your husband is causing you harm?" Vane countered, his expression unchanged.
"What in the blazes is this imbecile spouting?" Leon muttered, gazing at Vane with utter confusion.
"W-What?" the lady stammered, her face flushing crimson as she quickly turned and departed.
"All of you may return to your duties. I am well and intend to resume my slumber," Vane stated, re-entering the house and closing the door.
Upon hearing Morin’s words, the crowd dispersed, each returning to their respective tasks.
"What course of action should we pursue now, Master?" Vane inquired, looking at Leon with a perplexed expression.
"Well… you shall summon those MILFs to come here and—" Before he could finish, another series of knocks echoed from the door.
*KNOCK-KNOCK*
"Did you not instruct them to depart?" Leon questioned, his brow furrowed.
"I did, Master," Vane answered, his voice steady.
"Then who the devil is knocking now?" Leon asked, walking back to the window and peering out once more.
Standing outside the door was an elderly man, patiently rapping on the gate.
<INSPECT>
[NAME: TRODY TANNER]
[CLASS: DARK MAGE]
[RACE: HUMAN]
[MP: 5000/5000]
[HP: 2500/2500]
[DESCRIPTION: TRODY TANNER IS AN ESTEEMED HUMAN ELDER, SECOND ONLY TO MORIN, AND IS WIDELY RESPECTED BY ALL HUMANS WITHIN THE KINGDOM.]
"It’s Trody… That little elf girl mentioned two Elders. Every time I desire to engage with some MILFs, these scoundrels interfere," Leon grumbled, his gaze fixed on Vane with a serious mien.
"What is your command, Master?" Vane asked.
"Can you dispose of that flayed carcass?" Leon inquired, gesturing towards Morin’s body.
"I can absorb this deceased body, Master, should that be your desire. It would grant our primary form additional physical components for transformation," Vane proposed, indicating Morin’s skinless remains.
"Very well, proceed with haste," Leon commanded, his expression unchanged.
"Understood," Vane replied. He instantly reverted to his Malebolge form, and upon contact with Morin’s body, it was forthwith consumed by the shadowy void.
Even the bloodstains surrounding the corpse were absorbed, leaving the floor impeccably clean.
"It is concluded, Master," Vane announced, having resumed Morin’s visage.
*KNOCK-KNOCK*
"Morin… Open the door, it is Trody," a low voice resonated from outside.
"Engage him in conversation and ascertain his intentions. I shall be in the adjacent chamber," Leon instructed, promptly moving to another room.
"As you wish, Master," Vane acquiesced, commencing his walk towards the door.
"And… Try to keep the idle chatter to yourself. Only offer responses that Morin would give. You possess his memories, correct?" Leon inquired.
"I do not have all of them, but enough to hold a conversation, Master." Vane responded with an unexpressive countenance.
"Good." Leon stated, entering the room and shutting the door behind him.
*Click*
...
*Open*
"Trody… What are you doing here?" Vane asked, his gaze falling upon Trody.
"I overheard some individuals claiming you were screaming. Is that accurate?" Trody inquired, his expression neutral.
"It was merely a terrible dream, nothing more. I was just about to go back to sleep and–"
"We must discuss that." Trody interrupted, his demeanor shifting to one of seriousness.
"We must...?" Vane questioned, his tone laced with confusion.
"What?" Trody pressed, a suspicious look crossing his features.
"We do. We certainly do. Why don't you come inside, and we can discuss it there?" Vane replied, his attitude changing instantly.
"Indeed… Do you still have that particular alcohol?" Trody asked, stepping into the house.
"Oh, I have that… I have everything." Vane answered with a smile, closing the door.
Trody proceeded directly to the alcohol counter and took a seat.
"Ah, it’s already poured." Trody remarked, picking up the bottle and beginning to serve himself a drink.
*Pourrrrr*
"So… Shall we commence our discussion?" Vane inquired, approaching the alcohol counter.
"Yes, we should… After you tell me who in the blazes you are and how you bear such a striking resemblance to Morin."