Chapter 926 The Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City

Chapter 926 The Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City

After preparing herself, she bent down and leapt into the air, covering immense distances in seconds. Just as she was about to lose momentum, her leg smashed into the wall along with her fist, tearing through it effortlessly as she used it to propel herself upward again.

Azarok followed behind, using his towering physique to similarly race up to the top.

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Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City,

The thick scent of rusted metal and steel filled the atmosphere within the giant, ever-moving fortress. Amidst the clusters of metallic homes and buildings, each constructed to accommodate its enormous inhabitants, something more notable pervaded the air—

It was none other than lust.

Sweeping across the residential area from the Lower Shell—the Lower to the Upper Ward, lust stole the lips of residents. It seduced them into a lifestyle of vanity and debauchery. Families defiled their beds in the name of pure love, and workers and labourers lay with each other as a form of payment, utilizing each other's bodies as furnaces to increase their strength when wealth seemed unnecessary.

The affluent treated it as a commodity: cheap if obtained from someone of no status and expensive if acquired from someone of incredible standing.

However, its steps quieted at the outer edges of the shell, the Bazaar—a bustling marketplace of the Wanderlust Traveling Tortoise Runaway City, accessible to travellers and traders. As it continued, it reached the upper shell and neck of the city, where the red district lay: a den of vanity and pleasures, offering various services to every inhabitant.

As she neared the head of the tortoise, the Citadel—the command centre of the city where the Queen and her Inner Circle govern—her rich scent began to dissipate, emanating now only from a room in the Queen's Palace.

"Ahhh~~~ Lord Teth, I can't hold on any longer~~~" moaned a young, slender woman, naked with her face pressed against the sheets of her king-sized bed.

Behind her was a middle-aged man, his physique hidden by simple yet elegant robes in dark shades of blue and grey, adorned with subtle rune patterns that showcased the handiwork of a master artisan. He thrust his throbbing stiff shaft in and out of her soaked cave with a steady rhythm.

Pahh~~ Pahhh~~~

The man, however, merely waved his hand in the air, and all evidence of their activities disappeared without a trace.

After a few minutes, just before the sound could emerge again, she rushed to open the door.

Immediately, a woman with long, flowing red hair and piercing crimson eyes appeared. She wore a regal red dress adorned with jewels and elaborate designs that enhanced her allure and showcased the beauty of her immense curves and appeal.

The woman standing before her was the Queen of Hearts, the sole ruler wielding immense power and influence over the Wanderlust Traveling Tortoise Runaway City and its inhabitants — Eleanora Fairwind.

"Sister, what are you doing here?" the young woman asked curiously, her eyes fixed on Eleanora as she awaited her response.

This woman was none other than Bellesha Fairwind, the younger sister of the Queen of Hearts, Eleanora Fairwind.

"What do you mean, what am I doing here? Aren't I supposed to see you now that you are feeling better?" Eleanora snorted, her expression stern. "Well, aren't you going to let me in, or do you want me to keep standing outside my castle?" she added.

"Humph! You didn't inform me that you are coming, so I could prepare. Don't you know that I am receiving my treatment today?" Bellesha responded, huffing and puffing as she averted her eyes from her elder sister's gaze.

"Treatment," Eleanora responded sharply, her expression morphing into a frown as she stepped forward and forcefully pushed the door open, nudging her younger sister to the side.

Eleanora's eyes immediately landed on the figure of a middle-

aged man with chestnut brown, slightly wavy shoulder-length hair. He was dressed in simple yet elegant robes with dark shades of blue and grey, sitting in a meditative position beside the bed as though deeply absorbed in meditation.

"Elder Loran!" Eleanora exclaimed, addressing the man by his supposed name.

However, the man remained unresponsive, deepening her annoyance. She would have thrown him out of her palace if he weren't currently valuable to them.