Chapter 41: Butterfly Dance
A few days later.
Helen came to chat with Allen again and told him some interesting stories about her stamp collecting during this period.
Angel, who also has demon blood, coldly rejected her invitation to a date.
"Looking at how frail he is, maybe he doesn't even have the ability to do that!" Helen said bitterly.
Alan could see that.
She felt deeply resentful of Ingres' rejection.
"Duke has great pedigree, but unfortunately he doesn't match my personality. After one date, I don't want to deal with him anymore."
"What's worse is that he is so jealous and self-indulgent that it really annoys me!"
"She said something like 'If you are good to him, you are his woman' and no other man is allowed to touch me from now on... It's so funny!"
Herent was complaining to Allen when he suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind him .
Alan turned around and saw an angry face.
Duke rushed over here.
He clenched his fists and veins bulged on his forehead.
"I knew this would happen."
Alan smiled wryly at Helen.
"I've told you before, jealous men are not to be trifled with."
Helen frowned and raised her hand to stop him behind her.
"It's none of your business, I'll take care of it."
The inadvertently revealed domineering aura has a bit of the meaning of "a hero saving a beauty".
By this time, Duke was approaching, his eyes bloodshot.
"Herent! I warned you!"
"Warning?" The red-haired girl laughed in anger. "We just had sex once. How can you give me orders in such a tone?"
"You——" Duke was speechless and furious, "You stinking bitch who doesn't love yourself! I see through you, you are a slutty bitch at heart!"
Helen's smile suddenly disappeared.
His eyes became as sharp as a knife.
Duke sensed the murderous intent in her eyes and was startled.
He quickly stepped back and became alert.
However, his reaction was still a beat slow.
Helen took a sudden step forward.
The delicate body swayed at a high frequency, and the figure became hazy and blurred.
Alan, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but be secretly surprised.
Even with his enhanced vision after his bloodline awakened, he was unable to capture Herent's true location.
Duke on the opposite side was dazzled by Helen's ghostly movements.
Before he could come to his senses.
A slender white hand is already before my eyes.
Bang!
The slap was loud.
The echo lasts for a long time.
Duke covered his red and swollen cheek, looking embarrassed and ashamed.
"You stinking bitch! Just wait for me—"
Driven by rage, he reached for the sword at his waist.
But he found nothing.
He lowered his head in shock.
Only the empty scabbard hung on his belt.
At some point, the rapier had fallen into Herent's hands.
The girl in red played with her rapier with a look of disdain on her face.
"That thing of yours is not as thick as this sword."
After saying that, she threw the rapier onto the deck.
Duke's facial muscles.
He twitched violently several times.
Helen's words just now deeply hurt his self-esteem.
His teeth chattered as he bent down to pick up the sword.
Swish!
A green shadow suddenly flew over and pulled the rapier out of his hand.
Thick vines covered with thorns were suspended in mid-air.
It was like a living green whip, under Helen's mental remote control.
Duke finally couldn't hide the look of fear on his face.
He turned around, picked up the sword, and left in a hurry without saying a word.
The storm was easily resolved by Helen.
Allen is well aware of Duke's strength.
Of all the apprentices on board, Duke could rank among the top three.
It's not surprising that Heront easily defeated Duke.
After all, she is a tier 1 warlock.
What really surprised Alan was...
When Herent took action just now, he did not use any means beyond the apprentice level.
The high-speed phantom movement technique is a first-level martial art like the "Hound Step".
The long vine whip summoned out of thin air is a 0-level spell called "Whip of Thorns".
With just these two moves, Duke, an excellent student who ranked at the top of the ship's comprehensive strength, was beaten so hard that he couldn't fight back.
If she gave it her all, Allen couldn't imagine how strong she would be.
"I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
After driving Duke away, Herent returned to Allen with an apologetic look on her face.
"It doesn't matter. This kind of thing is always inevitable."
Alan smiled sympathetically.
"It's getting late. If there's nothing else, I'm going to go back and rest."
"Wait a moment!"
Helen suddenly grabbed his sleeve.
She looks so pitiful, as if she is acting like a spoiled child.
"Alan, is there a woman in your room tonight?"
"No."
"Well now we have it!"
"We've already made an appointment once," Allen advised her calmly , "I think you should go collect fresher materials."
Helen shook her head and sighed.
"For things like this, the newer they are, the more interesting they are."
"After trying so hard, I still like being with you the most!"
"I often recall the happy experience we had together..."
"So, I've decided! I'll only sleep with you before I get off the boat!"
"It's not cheap to let me sleep with you." Alan asked her bluntly, "Do you have that much money?"
Helen tilted her head, did some mental calculations, and was dumbfounded.
There is still more than half a month before the ship arrives at the dock, and she seems ...
Can't afford Allen's worth!
"Since we have a good relationship, can you give me a discount and a wholesale price?"
The red-haired girl had a resentful look in her eyes and bargained in a coquettish tone.
Allen was unmoved, and said to her calculatingly:
"If the money is not enough, I will exchange your body skills for it."
"It's not that I'm stingy, the butterfly dance requires a high level of agility from the practitioner," Helen said honestly, "Even if I'm willing to teach you, you may not be able to learn it."
"If you can't learn it, it's my bad luck. I still have to sleep with you."
Alan could see that Herent's agility attribute was similar to his own.
If she can master this set of skills, I should have no problem doing it myself.
Helen had no choice but to agree to teach Alan the "Butterfly Dance" in exchange for the next half month's... um, prostitution money.
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Level 1 martial arts skill "Butterfly Dance".
The practitioner's agility attribute must be at least 16 points.
If you cannot reach this standard, you still have to practice forcefully.
Then just wait for your legs to be twisted into a knot.
After mastering it, you can spend 3 points of magic power to maintain high-frequency movement in a small range, forward, backward, left and right, within one minute.
Similar to a boxer's "forward and backward slide" and "sideways slide".
But faster and more frequently.
It looks like the figure is blurry and the whole person is out of frame...
"In this state, it is difficult for your opponent to determine your exact position, and the attack they launch is more difficult to hit."
Helen introduced the essence of the "butterfly dance" to Alan.
"On average, for every 100 attacks you receive, 'Butterfly Dance' can help you avoid at least 20 of them!"
Helen's patient guidance at any time and anywhere was not in vain.
After a week of hard practice, Allen successfully learned the "butterfly dance steps".
Then I received an unexpected system prompt.
