piratefiction Chapter 216 At the very least, it shouldn't be outdoors...
Chapter 216 At the very least, it shouldn't be outdoors...
Chapter 216 At the very least, it shouldn't be outdoors...
After flashing several times, Cyril stopped at a quiet street intersection.
He has used up all the "recorded" flashes.
In his field of vision, the grayish-white mist surged up again, and the "Fool," perched high above the mist, cast his gaze upon him:
"There was a very beautiful woman next to you just now."
At the same time, a scene flashed through his mind: Clarice, dressed in a black court dress with bright, deep gray eyes, standing not far from him at the Audra family manor, quietly gazing at him.
Cyril nodded, not too surprised. He had already guessed it when the vampire bats suddenly burst into black flames.
After the images in his mind faded, he looked around before asking:
"Didn't she follow?"
Klein's voice hesitated for a moment before it rang in his ear:
"No, probably... you 'flashed' too fast just now."
"What was the oracle that vampire demigod mentioned? And why did you suddenly go and cause trouble for the vampires? This isn't like you."
"So what kind of style do I have?" Before the other person could answer, he continued speaking on his own:
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"My role as the 'recorder' requires me to leave Backlund. To prevent similar incidents from happening again and affecting my family, I need to make my stance clear before leaving."
"To maintain the relationship between the two sides, the vampires might even leave one or two free bodyguards near my house."
"As for the divine oracle, it was not the divine oracle of their ancestor at all, but the other party doesn't mind making use of it."
After a brief silence, Klein continued to ask:
"When do you plan to leave Backlund, and where will you go to process your potions?"
After thinking for a moment, Sirion replied, "Before I leave this week, I need to take everything from the mausoleum that Amon left behind."
"As for where to go... the blue sea, my dream!"
"I plan to become a bounty hunter at sea first. I have a feeling that you will soon follow in my footsteps."
After a moment of silence, Klein couldn't help but complain:
"You simply know that my ritual to advance to Sequence 5 requires finding a mermaid."
"By the way, speaking of mermaids, do you know where you can find them?"
Cyril shook his head slightly: "I only know that the Church of the Night and the Secret Order both have their own channels."
"You can choose to have one of them join, or find a 'sea singer' who has a good voice; the effect should be about the same."
Klein: "The Ocean Singer?"
Cyril nodded slightly: "This is Sequence 5 of the 'Sailor' pathway, but I don't recommend you go find Mr. 'The Hanged Man'; he looks like the type who can't sing well."
"Potions can only grant extraordinary individuals the knowledge of related abilities, but whether someone can sing well or not falls into the category of talent."
Klein suddenly noticed the graceful figure that appeared out of thin air in front of the not-too-wide window not far away, and quickly said:
"That very beautiful lady has caught up with us. Have a pleasant evening."
As soon as he finished speaking, the gray fog in Cyril's vision quickly dissipated, and he saw Clarice walking towards him with a smile on her face.
"Long time no see! Did you stay here especially to wait for me?"
Sirion nodded immediately: "Of course."
Clarice's smile instantly brightened. She quickly approached him, took his wrist with one hand, supported his lower back with the other, and rested her head on his shoulder, like a long-lost lover.
Above the gray fog, Klein silently clutched his chest and averted his gaze.
...This scene is extremely unfriendly to single people, and it's an even bigger blow to me, who was single both before and after the time travel.
After Clarice rested her head on his shoulder, Cyril suddenly realized that she was about the same height as him, and if she wore high heels, she would be taller than him.
A beat too slow, his mind, dulled by surging desire and rushing blood, finally came to his senses... She was male before Sequence 7, so it seemed normal that she was about my height.
At that very moment, the budding, burgeoning excitement in his heart vanished instantly.
Clarice raised her hand and touched his cheek, then brought her head close to his ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe, and the flutter in his heart that had just vanished was rekindled.
"Hehe...you're still as funny as ever."
After making a joke, she changed the subject and said affectionately:
"I really tried my best to help you just now, how are you going to thank me?"
"Just a heads up, I prefer young, handsome, energetic, and driven individuals."
As she spoke, she lightly tapped Sirien's lower back with one hand, the tingling sensation making Sirien's breathing become erratic.
He swallowed something that wasn't actually saliva in his mouth, then raised his hand to gently press down on Clarice's restless hand, forcing a smile:
"I know a very famous restaurant called Intis. It is said that the head chef there was once a court chef for Emperor Russell, and his specialty is the court cuisine invented by Emperor Russell."
A fleeting hint of disappointment flashed in Clarice's eyes, then she forced a strong smile and nodded.
"All right."
"But if I'm not satisfied with the food there, I can ask for something else~"
As she spoke, she ran one hand down from Cyril's Adam's apple, across his chest and abdomen, stopping just before touching something indescribable.
A bead of sweat slid down Sirion's forehead, and he let out a long sigh of relief after the other person stopped sliding their hand down.
One shouldn't be like Russell, at least not outdoors.
Above the gray fog, Klein leaned back in a cold, high-backed chair, gazing at the boundless gray fog before him, taking repeated deep breaths.
After suppressing the slight flutter that Clarisse had stirred in him, he turned his gaze back to her.
...I always feel like I've become a pervert who's spying on young couples dating.
Uh, I shouldn't think of it that way. I'm just worried about Cyril's safety. After all, that exceptionally beautiful and charming lady is most likely a demigod-level witch.
Observe for a while longer, at least to confirm whether she is simply lusting after Sirion's body or has other motives.
If it's the former, he will sit at the same table as Emperor Roselle in the future.
Hillston District, Intis Royal Fine Dining Room.
In a private room near the Tasok River, Cyril smiled, but his heart was bleeding as he looked at the prices on the menu.
...I should have known better than to be curious about this restaurant, after all, it's a place that even Dawn Dantes would find expensive.
After consulting Clarice and ordering the food, the two chatted like old friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time but felt very familiar with each other.
Above the gray fog, Klein had originally planned to leave, but after seeing the prices on the menu in Sirion's hand, he decided to look at it a little longer.
Although he didn't experience it firsthand, he's someone who has been to high-end restaurants, if you round it up a bit.
...I'm doing this mainly to broaden my knowledge. If I ever need to play the role of a nobleman or a tycoon after being promoted to "Faceless Man," I won't be recognized at a glance because I've never been to a high-end restaurant.
However, with a beautiful witch and a high-end restaurant involved, is this guy really going to become the next Roselle?
In the upscale restaurant, Sirion, whom Klein considered to be the second Roselle, savored the exquisite food in front of him with great curiosity. It was neither Western nor Chinese cuisine.
Hmm...it tastes better than I expected, but it doesn't taste like Chinese food at all, only the appearance is somewhat similar.
Lost in thought, Clarice held up her wine glass and swirled it in front of him:
"As Emperor Rosell once said, fine wine and beautiful women go hand in hand, and now you have both!"
What are your thoughts on this?
Cyril looked at the swaying glass of red wine in front of her, and behind it, a bright, passionate, alluring yet innocent smile, and the slight rise and fall of her breasts, revealing a large expanse of fair skin...
...Mom, I can't take it anymore.
After shouting in his mind, Cyril reached out and snatched the glass from the other person's hand, then drank the wine in one gulp.
"I think you are the most beautiful and charming woman I have ever met."
"And then?"
As they spoke, Clarice poured him another glass of wine and handed it to him.
After taking the glass, Sirion mumbled, "And then... of course, I want to take you home."
Clarice's smile deepened, and before Sirion could react, she had already sat down next to him, half of her body slumped into his arms.
The scent of perfume mixed with alcohol filled her nostrils, causing Cyril's thoughts to become sluggish.
Clarice chuckled and reached out to wrap her arms around his neck, saying affectionately:
"Then take me home now."