A few days later.
Herent came to chat with Allen again, recounting the anecdotes of her recent "stamp collecting."
Angel, who also had demon blood, coldly declined her invitation for a date.
"He looks so frail, he might not even be capable of that!" Heerent said bitterly.
Allen could see it.
She harbored deep resentment towards Angel's rejection.
"Duke's bloodline is excellent, but unfortunately, he and I don't get along. After one date, I don't want to have anything to do with him again."
"What's worse is that he's so self-indulgent and jealous, it really annoys me!"
"Something like 'If you're with him, you're his woman,' and no other man is allowed to touch me from now on... How funny!"
Herent was complaining to Allen when a sudden sound of hurried footsteps came from behind him.
Allen turned and saw an angry face.
Duke rushed over.
He clenched his fists, a vein bulging on his forehead.
"I knew this would happen."
Alan gave Herent a wry smile.
"I told you long ago, jealous men are hard to deal with."
Herent frowned and raised a hand to stop him behind him.
"It's none of your business. I'll handle it."
The unintentional exudation of dominance had a certain "hero saving the damsel" quality.
At this moment, Duke was already approaching, his eyes bloodshot.
"Herent! I warned you!"
"Warned?" the red-haired girl laughed in anger. "We just had sex once. What gives you the right to tell me what to do in that tone?"
"You—" Duke was speechless, exasperated. "You shameless bitch! I see through you. You're a slut at heart!"
Herent's smile suddenly faded.
Her eyes became sharp as a knife.
Duke sensed the murderous intent in her eyes and felt a chill in his heart.
He quickly stepped back, on guard.
However, his reaction was still a beat too slow.
Herent suddenly took a step forward.
Her delicate body swayed rapidly, and her figure became hazy and blurred.
Alan, watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but be secretly surprised.
Even with his enhanced vision after his bloodline awakening, he couldn't even grasp Helen's true location.
Duke, standing across from him, was dazzled by Helen's ghostly movements.
Before he could recover,
A slender, white hand was already before him.
Slap!
The slap was resounding.
The echo lingered.
Duke covered his swollen cheek, his face filled with shame and embarrassment.
"You bitch! Just wait—"
Furious, he reached for the sword at his waist.
But it was empty.
He looked down in astonishment.
Only the empty scabbard hung from his belt.
At some point, the rapier had fallen into Helen's hands.
The girl in red toyed with her rapier, a look of disdain on her face.
"That thing of yours isn't even as thick as this sword."
With that, she casually tossed the rapier onto the deck.
Duke's facial muscles twitched violently.
Hyrent's words had deeply wounded his pride.
His teeth chattered as he bent to pick up his sword.
Swish!
A green shadow suddenly flew over, yanking the rapier from his hand.
A thick, thorny vine hovered in midair.
It was like a living green whip, controlled by Herent's mind.
Duke's face finally gave way to a look of fear.
He turned, retrieved his rapier, and hurried away without a word.
A storm was easily resolved by Helen.
Alan was well aware of Duke's strength.
Of all the apprentices on board, Duke ranked among the top three.
It wasn't surprising that Helen easily defeated Duke.
After all, she was a Level 1 sorcerer.
What truly surprised Alan was...
When Helen attacked, she hadn't used any techniques beyond her apprentice level.
Her high-speed phantom movement, like "Hound Step," was a Level 1 technique.
The vine whip she summoned was a 0-level spell called "Thorn Whip."
With just these two moves, she had beaten Duke, a top student with the highest overall strength on board, to a pulp.
If she had gone all out, Alan couldn't imagine how powerful she would have been.
"I'm sorry I caused you trouble."
After sending Duke away, Helen returned to Ellen, apologetic.
"It's okay. These things are inevitable."
Allen smiled sympathetically.
"It's getting late. If there's nothing else, I'm going to go back and rest."
"Wait a moment!"
Helen suddenly tugged at his sleeve.
She looked pitiful, as if she were acting like a spoiled child.
"Ellen, is there a woman in your room tonight?"
"No."
"Well, now there is!"
"We've already made an appointment," Ellen advised calmly. "I think you should go collect fresher material."
Helen shook her head and sighed.
"Things like this aren't always more interesting the newer they are."
"After all these attempts, I still love being with you the most!"
"I often reminisce about the joys we had together..."
"So, I've decided! I'll sleep with you alone until I disembark!"
"Sleeping with you isn't cheap," Allen asked bluntly. "Do you have that kind of money?"
Helen tilted her head, did some mental calculations, and was stunned.
The ship still had more than half a month to go before it arrived at the dock, and she seemed...
"Can't afford Allen's price!"
"Since we're friends, can you give me a discount and a wholesale price?"
The red-haired girl looked resentful and bargained coquettishly.
Allen remained unmoved and said to her prudently:
"If you don't have enough money, trade your agility skills for it."
"It's not that I'm stingy, but the Butterfly Dance requires a very high level of agility from the practitioner," Helen said frankly. "Even if I'm willing to teach you, you might not be able to learn it."
"If you can't learn it, it's my bad luck. I'll still have to sleep with you."
Alan could see that Helen's agility was similar to his own.
If she could master this agility skill, he should be able to do it too.
Herlen had no choice but to agree to teach Allen the "Butterfly Dance" in exchange for the next two weeks of... well, prostitution.
...
Level 1 Martial Art "Butterfly Dance."
A practitioner's agility must be at least 16 points.
If you can't reach this standard and force yourself to practice,
Then expect your legs to be twisted into knots. After mastering it, spending 3 points of magic power allows one to maintain high-frequency movement in a small area, forward, backward, left, and right for one minute.
Similar to a boxer's "forward and backward slide" and "sideways slide."
But faster and more frequent.
To the point where your figure appears blurry and your entire frame rate is off...
"In this state, it's difficult for your opponent to determine your exact position, and their attacks are even harder to land."
Herent explained the essence of the "Butterfly Dance" to Allen.
"On average, for every 100 attacks you receive, the "Butterfly Dance" can help you dodge at least 20 of them!"
Herent's patient, on-the-go guidance paid off.
After a week of diligent practice, Allen successfully mastered the "Butterfly Dance."
Then he received an unexpected system notification.