Chapter 342: Great Linguistic Hunt

I had thought that I would have to make a deal with Irina to fix things, but Rio was also a regressor. She was also a regressor, that, by the way, had never had the most remote relations with Luka.

Which drove the fact that the eroge was just someone's fucked up fantasy even further into my head.

Thanks to her getting people assigned to the groups I wanted them in and on dungeons I wanted them in wasn't tough.

"Man, connections do help a lot," Luka muttered as the coachman I had hooked us up with left.

"Don't remember be anytime soon, Eugene Hall!"

"Of course, I'll never forget you for a second!!"

The coachman whimpered and dashed away. It was crazy how all of them hated me when I loved them all so much.

I turned around, behind the cover of a small coppice of bamboos, under the fluttering blue skies and their dancing white clouds spread a wide house.