Melody rolled her eyes at the two of them and then saw them off.


    After all three of them had left, she brought the clothes upstairs. After


    using her true energy to heal herself, she was not in so much pain anymore and was walking normally.


    Pushing open the door and entering the room, she saw Nash lying sprawled on the bed. Her face


    instantly turned red. Had he not been


    satiated this morning? Why was he horny again?


    Melody stood at the doorway, too hesitant to enter. Nash turned to


    look at her. He swallowed before saying, “Come in. I’m not going to


    eat you!”


    Only then did Melody enter the room. Nash immediately got out of


    bed and trotted up to Melody, hugging her tightly and kissing her.


    Two hourster, Nashy back on the bed. Melody wasplete


    drained, her body weak and her gaze flirtatious. She did not even hav


    the strength to move her fingers. She curled into Nash’s arms and


    asked weakly, “Didn’t you notice something on my back?”


    Nash paused slightly. “Turn around. Let me see.”


    Melody turned around with difficulty, revealing her back to Nash.


    There was a small tattoo on her back. It was about the size of a


    fingernail. It was blurry and looked like a QR code.


    “Did you just get this tattooed?” Nash asked in surprise.


    He had not seen any tattoo on her back when the lights were on


    yesterday.


    Melody turned around and looked at Nash, saying, “This is a fragment


    of the map of Dream City.”


    Nash’s eyes widened. “You…”


    Melody hugged Nash’s waist, pressing her face against his chest. “It’s


    a kind of bloodline tattooing technique belonging to the Young family. It only appears after one connects


    with someone from the Young


    family.”


    “Why didn’t you tell me about it earlier? I’ve been splitting my head


    over this for a long time, you know,” Nash said helplessly.


    Melody rolled her eyes at him. “We weren’t close at the time. Should I


    just blindly trust you and give myself to you?”


    Nash pinched Melody’s chin and kissed her. “What about now? A you so confident in giving yourself to


    me now?”


    “Yeah, because I’ve fallen in love with you,” she said, wrapping her


    arms around Nash’s neck. Her breaths were sweet.


    Nash kissed her again, and they had another passionate encounter.


    At two in the afternoon, Melody had fallen into a deep sleep. Nash got dressed and went to the airport


    to pick up Regulus before taking him to the Empire Hotel. To entertain the Mystique Loyalty Realm


    experts,


    Nash had generously booked the entire hotel.


    At the restaurant of the hotel, Nash and his group were chatting over


    afternoon tea.


    Regulus had maintained an air of superiority throughout the journey


    there. He was, after all, at the peak of the Mystique Loyalty Realm and


    the strongest in Motadine.


    His demeanor changed when he arrived at the restaurant, however.


    Among the guests present were three individuals whose strength was


    learned their names-Bertram, Ash, and Jaxon.


    **


    There was also Eric and Carlos, both formidable individuals. There


    were quite a few strong individuals in Nash’s circle.


    Nash held his teacup with a smile and said, “Mr. Lexington and Mr.


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    Ayne, you’vee from afar, and I’ve been remiss in my hospitality


    Please ept this tea as an apology in ce of wine!”


    This statement was directed to Carlos. It was indeed inappropriat


    him to not have greeted the Mystique Loyalty Realm expert who


    traveled all the way from Capiton.


    Carlos, who appeared to be in his 70s and slightly overweight, stoo


    up and responded with narrowed eyes. “Master Nash, you’re a


    renowned figure. I’ve long wanted to catch a glimpse of you. It’s an honor for me to finally meet you


    today!”


    The others could not help the twitch of their lips. The ttery was a


    bit too much.


    Nash smiled and replied, “Mr. Lexington, you’re too kind. Please


    forgive any shorings in my hospitality.” With that, he took a sip of tea.


    Just as Nash was about to discuss matters concerning the Southern


    Martial Alliance, the hotel manager suddenly arrived with an elderly


    man with gray hair.


    The old man looked apologetic as he said, “Mr. Calcraft, I apologize,


    but the Warden of the Southern Territory will be hosting a banquet at


    the hotel tonight. You’ll need to vacate the premises for a while.”