The manager gave Damien the key to one of the premium rooms, located on the second floor.
Damien could already strongly sense Tristen in one of the rooms in this inn. But as he climbed to the next floor, he noticed some experts dressed in casual clothes, walking to and fro, as if they were waiting on someone.
The only conclusion he could come to was that these experts were the ones working for Tristen to protect him just in case.
As Damien passed by them, their hawk-like eyes scanned him and Valentina thoroughly but didn't notice anything strange and continued to mind their business.
'How pathetic...these guys have to wait for someone like him…' Damien scoffed inwardly.
Damien and Valentina entered their room and quickly took a good scan of their room to notice if anyone was spying on them or anything that could compromise their room's privacy.
After seeing that everything was well and good, Damien laid down on the bed.
"How long will you be gone?" Valentina asked with wrinkled brows.
Damien smiled, "I really don't know. It can just be hours, or it can be more than a day. Unless I am sure that getting the needles is impossible, I will keep trying through Tristen. But don't worry, even if anything happens to him, nothing won't happen to me."
Damien felt that this inn was located at a convenient location from the palace since his spiritual perception could extend by almost 50km. It was enough to let him control Tristen even if he went to the palace.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})Valentina nodded with a soft smile and got on the bed to lay beside him.
She removed her mask, and her devastating beauty resurfaced while her rosy-pink hair streamed down her back elegantly.
Damien cupped her cheek and gave her a good long kiss before lying down back and closing his eyes.
He immediately let his consciousness travel towards Tristen's soul plane and opened his eyes.
"Ahnn, Tristen...should we really do this? If His Majesty comes to know...ahnnn~" A beautiful woman with a well-endowed body moaned, feeling a pleasurable stimulation from two of the erogenous zones on her body.
Damien was surprised to feel a soft pink bud in his mouth and accidentally bit it out of surprise while one of his hand's felt as if it was inside something wet and warm. So, he couldn't help but clench his fingers.
He quickly separated away while talking his hand out, only to see a naked mature woman looking in her early thirties. Her face was completely red, while her eyes had an intoxicated expression.
He also found that he himself was naked with his foreign dick erect and felt uncomfortable seeing it.
With a quick scan of his memories, he found out her identity, and she was none other than one of the concubines of the Gale Emperor!
'He even had the galls to cuck his own father?' Damien didn't know whether he should be surprised or not that Tristen went after one of his father's concubines, Nalia Gale. He didn't know if he should be impressed with Tristen's guts or criticize him for his foolishness.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})He recollected that she even had two children, one daughter, and one son. He wondered what she found in Tristen to have an affair with him. If the emperor found out, a quick death for both of them would only be the most merciful punishment awaiting these two.
'Must have been feeling neglected...these women…' Damien mentally sighed.
He was sure that Tristen exploited her weakness and seduced her to have his way with her. But now, he had to get out of this sensual situation.
The woman had a disappointing glow in her eyes, seeing Tristen backing away and held his hand coquettishly, "Tristen...what happened...y-you can continue. We already did this before, so it wouldn't matter if we did it again. If what I said before bothered you, don't mind it."
'Why is this woman throwing away all her modesty now?' Damien complained inwardly.
He already scanned his memories in between to see if Tristen had any idea about the Pandemonium Needles, but as he expected, he hadn't even heard of it.
And seeing how horny the woman was now, he felt that she would become suspicious if the lecherous second prince suddenly left without any reason.
So, he sat beside her and put his around her neck, and whispered in her ear, "When you mentioned my father, I remembered he might be looking for me now. I don't know why, but my annoying elder brother must have told him that I have been slacking off."
Nalia looked at Tristen pitifully, "Ah, I am sorry. I also heard your father grumbling about why you have been making no progress lately. Is something wrong?" She asked as she held his hand.
'Phew, that really was the case, huh…' Damien inwardly mumbled, feeling lucky that his excuses were apparently true.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})However, he felt that it was understandable since Tristen hadn't made any progress at all in his cultivation. But nobody knew that he was an undead who cannot progress further, no matter what.
He would forever be stuck at the seventh level of the Earth Ethereal Realm. And Damien felt that as time passed, it would only get more troublesome for Tristen since even his own father would feel like Tristen was slacking off on purpose and might get harsh with him.
A genius would definitely have more fame and status. But these also come with a huge responsibility and expectations to be fulfilled.
And if these expectations were broken, the ones who lauded him the most would be the ones criticizing him the first, severely.
Thankfully, only a few months had passed, and Tristen hadn't yet reached the precarious state where his own father might punish him for his lax attitude.
Still, because of this, Damien would have to tread carefully since things were not looking good for him. He might still be a famous genius in common people's eyes, but for those in power, they would only see him as a failure of a prince who only knows how to use his dick.
Even this concubine before him will abandon him if the emperor stops favoring him. After all, people like her would value their own life first rather than others.
Such was the cruel side of reality for any high-born.
The reason women like her even marry into families more powerful than them can be either because they were forced or they themselves sought more power and wealth.
Only a very few of them would really fall in love with their partner, and such cases were extremely rare in a world where everyone sought to gain more benefits.
For instance, the emperor would only see his women as bags of flesh to vent his lust and make them bear his children so as to make sure his bloodline doesn't dwindle.
As for his women, they see him as a precious piece of gem that could give them power and wealth. In the end, both parties would treat their marriage as nothing more than a contract.
But still, there would be some women like Nalia who felt neglected by the emperor, and their children might not be anything special enough to catch their father's eyes.
Since Tristen was a genius favored by his father all these years, she felt that sticking with him might gain her some benefits in the future and at the same time have her sexual needs satisfied despite the risks.
The emperor wasn't paying much mind to her anyway, and he already had his hands full with his matters. So, she didn't find it very risky to have an affair with his son as long as she does everything discreetly.
She felt that Tristen's temporary slump was something natural that could happen to any youngsters. After all, even the best geniuses in the empire can have a tough time at least once in their lives.
That was why she still believed that Tristen would come out of it and soon continue to live up to his fame.
But if she knew that his future had been crippled, then she would have immediately turned her back on him.
Damien knew that he would have to make use of Nalia to get the information he wanted. If he did it by himself, he might be taking more risks than he should.
Damien sighed, "Nothing is wrong. But since there are many geniuses taking up the art of formations, my elder brother is indirectly forcing me to take it up as well. And because of that, I started to read up on it and came upon something named the Pandemonium Needles. I heard that if you use those needles, then your prowess in the art of formations would be countless times better. Do you have any idea where I can find these needles?" Damien asked with a veiled glint in his eyes.
