Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!

Magic Silk Thread is a fantastic thing, extremely versatile.

Whether it's used to restrain and control opponents, control one's own body, level up combat and micro-manipulations, or control puppets and golems, it is quite handy.

But it wasn't without cruder uses.

With Magic Affinity LV4, he more easily mobilized the magic elements in the air and quickly restored his own magic power.

With Magic Control LV7, he could cast spells quickly and reduce mental energy consumption.

If the materials and rare items related to Mage weren't so absurdly expensive, Kael could have built a fairly complete tactical system around just the Magic Silk Thread.

At this stage, Kael mainly used the Magic Silk Thread to restrain enemies, but the main reason was "no need."

Yes, no need.

If a bit of strength could solve the enemy, there was no need to do extra things, just ensuring the enemy could be dealt with was enough.

"I advise you not to make a move."

Thin strands of Magic Silk Thread pierced through Talent's lips like needles, stitching his mouth shut and sealing his fear and pained cries inside.

Kael casually flicked the small tail in front of him, saying, "Stepping over an ant without killing it—that's a difficult power to master."

Thud, thud, thud~

A series of leisurely footsteps came from outside the trading company.

The visitor was the old housekeeper who had been missing for a while,

Old White strolled leisurely to Kael and said softly, "Lord, the evidence has been submitted, here is the cloth from those privateer groups, all collected."

He handed over a closed iron box as he spoke.

Kael stepped back slightly, away from Talent, and opened the box for a look.

A faint smell of blood emanated from the box, and as Talent struggled, the fear in his eyes grew more intense.

This lunatic wouldn't have just killed all the privateer groups he controlled, would he?

Madman, truly a madman who acts without restraint!

Unprecedented fear showed on the face of this slave merchant who had been operating in the black sector for years, uncontrollably showing a breakdown.

A plundering group of over fifty people, this guy really dared to kill them all!

"Very good. Privateer groups within England have no humanitarian protection. I like that rule!" Kael laughed wildly, casting a zero-level trick [Mage's Hand].

The generated spectral hand directly took out the blood-stained cloth pieces from the box and flicked them toward the backyard in one swift motion.

As the blood-stained cloth fell, Kael looked wantonly at the middle-aged nobleman in the backyard who was glaring at him with gloomy eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth:

"Whoa, let me see who this is. Isn't it Baron Bernard? It's rare to see such a big figure here. I was planning on visiting Bernard Commerce to take a look, didn't expect to meet you here so soon. That truly is... a rare occasion!"

Baron Bernard, who had been quietly watching in the backyard, struck the ground with his cane heavily, saying coldly:

"Incubus bloodline, extraordinary looks, and such arrogant behavior... So it's Baron Helois, much more insolent than the rumors."

"Sorry, sorry, I haven't been out much these years, perhaps giving you a strange misconception... Speaking of which, a group of barbarians infiltrated my territory a while ago. It was really scary."

Baron Bernard snorted in dissatisfaction: "With Baron Helois's nature, you would never sleep soundly anywhere. After all, there are few like you who cause trouble as soon as you return to the Royal Capital.

Oh right, since you still carry the blood of the Charles family, even if you got into some serious trouble, Count Rezhe out of courtesy would find a way to save you anyway!"

Kael, hearing this, mockingly clasped his hands, feigning a worried look: "I indeed haven't slept well lately, always fearing a barbarian might suddenly jump in while I sleep and tear me into pieces.

Maybe in a few days, the Royal Capital's tabloids will report: 'A Border Lord found dead at home, multiple investigations ruled out foul play'—who knows! Truly frightening!"

He wiped away nonexistent tears at the corner of his eyes, sighing:

"Speaking of which, after that incident, I sent a ranger unit to the northern wastelands to escort some goods unexpectedly attacked by a small tribe.

My men couldn't hold back and killed them in return, and guess what I found at the scene of that small tribe?"

Baron Bernard gripped his cane tighter, his face showing almost no change in expression.

Completely unperturbed, Kael leisurely walked over to him, plucking a piece of blood-stained cloth from Baron Bernard's shoulder and said:

"Your son and the trade caravan were actually hijacked by such a small tribe. There were lots of Bernard Commerce's supplies, the kind with the logos removed; ah, this world is getting more chaotic.

It's unsettling to see Bernard Commerce, a leading new noble, face such issues while trading outside.

Lord Bernard, I have already sent your child and the commerce's supplies to the Noble Council, you needn't worry.

It's quite funny. The barbarians that attacked me seemed to think we couldn't understand tribal language, shouting a name 'Bone Chewer' before dying, but the Monarch's student from the Enchantment Department heard it.

Turns out the tribe happened to have a wandering barbarian named 'Bone Chewer,' quite a coincidence, isn't it, Baron?

I've told the Noble Council members all about it; how they will view such matters remains to be seen."

Ha, tightening fists, the old man who had just looked indifferent now clenched his fists tight!

Conversely, Kael felt an overwhelming satisfaction, an indescribable joy, giving him a feeling of reciprocal retribution.

"Hmm, you go ahead and lean on Lion Heart's bloodline to cause trouble..." No more words, Baron Bernard relied on his cane and headed toward the front hall.

Then he saw the web of Magic Silk Thread spread across the hall, hesitated for a moment, and took a step forward.

Suddenly, a strand of Magic Silk Thread snapped and lashed out, slicing the oak reception desk in half.

Cold sweat trickled down Baron Bernard's face as he huffed, shouting at the Infiltrators in the hall: "Useless swine, disturbing my mood in broad daylight."

He then turned toward the small back door, and perhaps in his haste, the cane striking the ground sounded louder.

A few players with expressions of amusement and curiosity showed excitement, one of them, Lamb Small Fish, crazily took pictures with the system camera.

Material, these were all materials!

Nan Ke held a small stool, awkwardly standing there, unsure whether to sit or stand, looking like a clueless oaf at a party.

Sister Astate, with a mouth full of blood, her health bar close to empty due to blood loss, grinned.

This Brother Kael, so sarcastic, was truly annoying.

But she liked it.

Thinking of this, a cruel smile appeared on her face.

Since Kael had shown him this courtesy, she had to return the favor.

So she opened her mouth and said, "Lord Kael..."