Chapter 620

Chapter 620: The Master’s Mageweave

In the evening, Jesse arrived at The Slaughtered Lamb, which was bustling then. Jarel was busy with customers and didn’t notice Jesse at the door.

Walking down to the basement, he found Jalane packing up to leave. Surprised to see Jesse and Molofeel emerging from the shadows, she exclaimed, "You’re back, Jesse! I didn’t know you…"

"I returned yesterday," Jesse replied. "Jalane, your robe is excellent—durable and full of power. Without it, my trip wouldn’t have been smooth. But the collar got damaged by Shadow Power a bit. If you have time, could you…?"

"Of course! Bring it to me, and I’ll repair it," Jalane said with a polite smile. "I’m making a second one now, and there’s extra fabric to help."

"Thank you so much."

Watching Jalane hurry off with her luggage, Jesse glanced toward the Alchemy Room, where the bubbling sounds of potion brewing echoed.

He went to the door and called in, "Ursula, do you have extra Mana Potions?" "Yes," Ursula replied, wiping sweat from her forehead as she stood. "How many do you need?"

"Just like last time, Ms. Ursula Deline," the imp added. "You remember, when we transferred the demon’s power to that robe…"

"Then you’ll need a bowl too," Ursula said, pulling out Mana Potions and a bowl-shaped container. "I recall." "Thanks!"

Jesse carried everything and quickly placed the Mana Potions on a small stool in the practice room. "What now? Should I pour the Mana Potion out?"

"No, Master. First, carve the Mageweave, then transfer the power. We need a table," the imp said from the stool. "A bigger one."

Jesse walked back into the hallway and looked around. He saw a table in Erlan’s room that seemed large enough, but when he stepped in, he smelled a faint scent of succubus—Erlan must have summoned one.

He dragged the table into the room and asked, "Will this work?"

"Lie down and see, Sayaad," the imp suggested.

Molofeel gently climbed up and lay down, her legs hanging off. "This is fine, since we’re not carving on the legs."

The imp pulled out Vyletongue’s dried magic skins and spread them on the floor. The dark blue Mageweave glowed with a shadowy light. "Where do we carve?" Jesse asked. "Here, Master."

Molofeel softly unbuttoned her chest piece, revealing her full light red breasts. "You’re doing this on purpose, right?"

Jesse looked away instinctively. Even though he was with Molofeel daily, he rarely saw her like this.

"Why so shy, Master?" Molofeel sat up closer. "I’m not doing it on purpose. The Mageweave must be near my Sayaad heart, and clothes would block the spell carving…"

"She’s right," Saenor chimed in. "Burning Legion members have Mageweave on their chests and shoulders, but this Sayaad’s shoulders are too narrow for a strong spell."

Jesse swallowed hard, twisting the dark dagger in his hand. "Forget it, lie down."

"Should I unclasp the bottom too? It would heighten your emotions, making the shadow energy stronger…"

"Not needed. I don’t require your help to guide my emotions now."

"Ah, true. Master has grown much stronger, in mind and body…" "Stop talking." "I want to test your current…"

"Quiet, let me finish this." "Too bad."

Molofeel complained softly. Jesse coughed quietly and eyed the demon spell before him. "Do I just carve on her from this? No need to sketch it first?"

The imp warned, "No, Master! This isn’t like troll or Tauren ritual tattoos. Multiple writings weaken your focus, waste your magic, and drain the Mageweave’s power!"

"Fine." Jesse gripped the blade tighter. "What does this rune do?"

"It strengthens the will," the imp explained. "It boosts mental power. That Satyr’s strongest Mageweave was this one, Master. He probably used it to corrupt the Tree Men guarding Maraudon with Shadow Speech."

He added with a grin, "Though I don’t see how this helps a brute…"

"I just want to know how he pierced my shield with that black arrow, and which Mageweave it was," Jesse said, moving the dagger toward Molofeel’s skin.

He checked the Mageweave strokes, took a deep breath to steady himself, and slowly pierced the blade in. Purple demon blood oozed from the tip. Molofeel moaned softly, her tail tightening around Jesse’s ankle. "Like that, Master, go on…"

"Doesn’t it hurt?"

Through the Soul Link, Jesse felt an itch in his own shoulder. Molofeel whispered, "It hurts, badly, but you gave it to me. That’s what matters."

"She’s lying! It doesn’t hurt! Be rougher, Master! Stab her!"

"Listen to him. Kill me, pierce me with that dark blade…" "Both of you, shut up!"

Jesse refocused on the dagger tip, carefully cutting along the rune through the smooth, red skin.

Molofeel clenched her fists, letting out soft breaths that sounded like pleasure or pain… Jesse glimpsed the Arcane fire in the succubus’s eyes fade, then flicker back.

He ignored it and concentrated on not making mistakes.

When he finished the first rune, sweat covered his face. His hands were smeared with purple blood, dripping down Molofeel’s chest curves.

"Loosen your tail; my foot’s going numb, damn it."

Jesse saw his pants torn and bleeding from Molofeel’s tail spikes. He’d been too focused to notice.

"Sorry, Master," Molofeel said, tilting her head.

The rune now showed a hint of shadow power. The imp studied the cuts. "Perfect, Master! I’d love to say you messed up and make you carve her again, but it’s flawless! On to the next!"

"The Demon Dark Power Rune, Ered’ruin’s favorite. Too bad the Mageweave on Dethmoora is useless after you drained it, Master. We might have gotten a better one otherwise…"