The two of them lay there like corpses, motionless. After a long while, Charlotte Harris softly said:

　　“Sword God brother, are you mad at me?”

　　Charlotte Harris hadn’t used this form of address for some time. Grace Miller immediately felt his heart soften a bit, and hearing her voice, both soothing and pleading, his heart softened even more. He couldn’t help but curse himself inwardly: I finally transmigrated into an immortal descending to the mortal world, planning to enjoy all the beauties under heaven, so why am I already so restrained with the very first one I meet? But he still couldn’t keep up a tough front and said:

　　“I’m not angry, just hurt. The woman I love guards against me as if I were a thief.”

　　Charlotte Harris was silent for a moment, but then a small hand reached out from under the covers, gently touching the back of Grace Miller’s hand. She then whispered:

　　“Sword God brother, I know your magic is profound. If you really wanted to force me, I couldn’t resist. I believe you’re a gentleman, but I’m just a girl, how could I…”

　　Charlotte Harris’s voice trailed off, but Grace Miller felt greatly comforted in his heart. He held her hand and smiled:

　　“Actually, I really am a thief—a thief who wants to steal your heart, haha.”

　　Charlotte Harris’s hand moved but didn’t pull away. She whispered:

　　“You… you really are a shameless immortal.”

　　Grace Miller thought to himself, If I’m going to do it, I’ll be a shameless immortal. What’s the point of being a proper immortal who abstains from meat and women?

　　The two of them just lay there. After a long time, Grace Miller heard Charlotte Harris’s breathing become steady and even, knowing she still wasn’t asleep. He was about to tease her again when he suddenly heard a faint sound outside the window.

　　Although Grace Miller didn’t have an inner elixir and only a trace of immortal energy left, his senses were still much sharper than ordinary mortals. Charlotte Harris, however, didn’t hear anything.

　　Grace Miller turned his head slightly and, in the dim moonlight, saw a small hole had been poked in the paper window, and a thin tube was spraying smoke into the room.

　　So there really was an ambush.

　　Grace Miller was about to shoot a finger attack to counter the ambusher, but suddenly had another idea. He held back his power and let the smoke drift through the room. At this moment, he had a bit of immortal energy from Charlotte Harris in his body. He couldn’t use higher-level spells than “Sword Qi Finger,” but it was more than enough to resist the mortal world’s “Dream Incense.”

　　He waited for a full half hour. Inside, Charlotte Harris inhaled the “Dream Incense” and fell into a deep sleep. Only then did someone outside the window whisper:

　　“I think it’s done.”

　　Another voice said:

　　“Yeah, you go in first, I’ll cover you.”

　　“Why should I go in first?”

　　“You’re better at this than me.”

　　“Let’s go in together, no tricks.”

　　With two soft creaks, the window was pushed up. Two figures jumped into the room, landing silently—their lightness skills were quite good.

　　Grace Miller squinted, watching as the two pushed and deferred to each other for a long time before finally taking the first step together. After more hesitation, they took a second step. Though the bed was only a few steps away, it took them the time of a whole incense stick to get there.

　　Both held knives, raised high. One said:

　　“It’s time for us to make our mark.”

　　“Yeah, no need to keep them alive, just bring back their heads.”

　　Grace Miller quietly extended his left index finger and pointed at the chest of the one at the foot of the bed. Sword qi shot out. That person fell backward without a sound, still holding the knife.

　　The other, seeing his worst fear come true, froze in place, knife raised, neither shouting nor fleeing, trembling all over. Soon, a dripping sound could be heard—he’d wet his pants in terror.

　　“Who are you?” Grace Miller asked quietly.

　　“S-s-s…” The rest of the words wouldn’t come out.

　　“Just say your name.”

　　“Meng, Meng, Meng…”

　　“The rest.”

　　“Yao, Yao, Yao…”

　　“Anything else?”

　　“Zu, Zu.”

　　“Robert Morgan, what an awful name.”

　　“My dad, my dad, my dad…”

　　“I get it, your dad gave you that lousy name.”

　　“No, my dad asked a learned man to name me.” Since it concerned his father’s reputation, Robert Morgan got anxious and finally spoke fluently.

　　“What were you sneaking around for?”

　　Robert Morgan still held the knife above his head, but his knees couldn’t support him anymore. He collapsed to his knees and said:

　　“Immortal master, please spare my worthless life. I was just following orders, I had no choice. I have an eighty-year-old…”

　　Grace Miller thought, I can question him later, no rush now, so he said:

　　“All right, all right, I know what kind of person you are. Tie yourself up.”

　　Robert Morgan froze for a moment, but his mind worked fast to save his life. He threw away the knife, took off his belt, and sat on the ground, tying his feet tightly. Then he took his companion’s belt, but didn’t know how to tie up his own hands.

　　Grace Miller got out of bed, pulled Robert Morgan’s hands behind his back, tied him up securely, then took off his headscarf and stuffed it in his mouth. The room wasn’t big and had nowhere to hide, so he simply pushed him under the bed, then got back on the bed.

　　Charlotte Harris, having inhaled the “Dream Incense,” was sleeping soundly. Grace Miller rubbed his hands together, a lecherous grin on his face, thinking: Thanks to these two wedding-night crashers, I’m finally going to get my inner elixir back.

Chapter 7: Two Shameless Fellows

　　Grace Miller leaned over and kissed Charlotte Harris on the face, overjoyed. Looking at the beauty sleeping soundly, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, as if she were having a sweet dream.