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In the simulation, Slink died from injuries sustained in the capital. Could this also indicate that her relationship with the Queen was unusual...?
"But the three principals, judging from appearances, don't seem like incompetent bad people. Could it really just be a difference in their stances? It seems I need to do another divination."
He snapped out of his daze and looked at the dragon shadow flying overhead. Just as he was about to marvel at how well his little dog welcomed its master, he heard Serfar shout angrily:
"Hey! Where's my meat? What happened to the promised friend-to-friend trade?"
Latis paused, looked at the half-elf at the end of the road who looked bewildered upon hearing this, chuckled twice, and said:
"I'll come find you later, don't worry..."
"You stabbed Serfal in the throat! Serfal's throat still hurts! You can't go back on your word!" the red dragon in the sky shouted, then flew back to the hill.
"..."
Latis remained silent for a while, looked at the girls who were curiously peeking out from their respective rooms, took a deep breath, paused, and glided out of the mage territory with a moonwalk.
"Why do I always feel like I might not be able to go home every day..." he muttered with lingering fear, wiping his sweat as he thought to himself.
"It's definitely awkward when there are too many people. It seems the only solution is for everyone to sleep together..."
Chapter 149 Risk Warning is a medal of the Magic Network Style!
late at night.
Artemis stood by the window, smiling faintly as she recalled how Latis had glided out of the mage's quarters with a moonwalk and then sneaked back. She fiddled with the rose in her hand, which had already reached its third generation, before her smile slowly faded and she sighed.
Whether it was due to her own increasing strength or because she had absorbed the seed given to her by Latis, she seemed to have entered a state where the concentration of her bloodline was gradually increasing.
This feeling was so faint that it wasn't until the last two days, when she was checking the items she had stored in the interdimensional space, that she realized she could sense the resonance of her people's seeds, and that her bloodline concentration had increased.
"I initially thought it was a good thing, but while tending to the roses this day, I became so engrossed in the plants that I drifted into a daze, and before I knew it, it was already evening..."
The half-elf stood up, walked out of his room, went downstairs, hesitated for a moment, and then walked into the wildly growing forest in the night.
Her expression grew increasingly calm, and then, in front of a large tree, she leaped onto a branch and gracefully sat down.
"It took the dramatic changes over the past few days for me to become acutely aware of this problem. After the concentration of the elven bloodline increased, were they becoming increasingly sluggish and indifferent amidst the surrounding vegetation...? No, it's more like they're being assimilated by the silence of the forest..."
Artemis bit her lip, placed her hand on her chest, and took a few deep breaths, seemingly trying to quicken her heartbeat.
Suddenly, she paused slightly, pulled a necklace out from under her clothes, and looked at the exquisite necklace swaying in the breeze, a warm smile immediately spreading across her face.
This was a gift that Latis had secretly placed on her bedside table. Before she could find a chance to properly express her gratitude, the ordinary days had quietly passed by.
“Let’s call you ‘Autumn Leaves’ Longing’, and the earrings ‘Autumn Leaves’ Distant Dream’…”
The half-elf muttered to himself as he put away the necklace, leaned against the tree trunk to stand up, and looked past Frico's hut in the distance, gazing towards the inner city of Lundia shrouded in magical clouds.
"If elves truly are less affected by external things the higher their bloodline concentration, then it's no wonder they can live so long... But is this really the state I desire?"
With mixed feelings swirling in her mind, she jumped off the branch and slowly walked towards the mage tower.
"No wonder that all the ancient love stories recorded in the family books, or those I heard as a child, all happened to the half-elf of Herod..."
"So, are those admirable virtues inherited from elven blood or human blood? Or... is it precisely because of their intertwining and struggle that such complex human nature exists, leading to growth through choices and gain through sacrifice?"
"It's still too profound for me, my dear Latis. Please teach me everything about humanity..."
……
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"Teacher Yin, is my writing correct?"
The robin's song rang out beside him, and SilverShull snapped out of his reverie, saying apologetically:
"Sorry, Robin, I was daydreaming. Let's continue... Besides the uses you know, Dragonhorn Rockwood also has some conventional uses among mages, such as being used as a filling material for experimental vessels, because it is a true 'impurity' and will not react with any magical materials..."
After explaining for half an hour, Silvershurst looked at the robin who had begun calculating various reaction processes, forced a smile, and stood up.
"As a teacher, I should be at the ball watching over my students, but the thought of dancing fills me with apprehension..."
She stood by the window of the robin's room, looking at the silent wizard's quarters, and leaned wearily against the window frame.
Suddenly, Silvershurst spotted Latis returning from the entrance to the Valley of the Forest. He jumped back like a startled kitten, and under the robin's questioning gaze, offered a pale explanation:
"I...I might be a little tired..."
"If Teacher Yin is tired, you can stay here for the night, okay?" The robin, listening to the noise outside the window, curiously peeked out, then chuckled and said:
"I'm so grateful that Teacher Yin is willing to come and tutor me on the weekend! It's no big deal to borrow a guest room for the night. Maybe in the future, Teacher Yin will even build her own little cabin in this mage territory, just like Lady Frico!"
“Sigh, I…” Yin Xiuer suddenly recalled her cold, impersonal apartment and the lifeless dinner time she spent every day after returning home, and fell silent.
She looked at the robin's gentle smile, and for some reason, the hardships she had grown accustomed to tasted bitter. She subconsciously licked her dry lips and suddenly remembered the light kiss she had given earlier that day without considering the consequences.
"Actually, I'm doing quite well..."
Silversher clutched her clothes, her words insincere. Under the robin's all-knowing gaze, she coughed a few times, grabbed her handbag, and fled.
"I... I'd like to use your guest room for a moment! Sorry to bother you... thank you!"
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"One pound, two pounds, three pounds, four pounds! Now, you stupid dragon! This is your due reward!"
Latis tossed four pounds of beef into the red dragon's mouth, and only relaxed after watching it anxiously for half a minute.
"It seems you are still within safe limits of power..."
"Serfar can feel it!" Serfar, now back to her red-haired self, weighed her slightly heavier chest, a melancholy expression on her face, and said:
"After digesting all this meat, Serfar will only be able to eat ten pounds of meat a month..."
"Isn't ten pounds enough for you?!" Latis couldn't help but complain.
"Stop this, you stupid dragon! You're not cute anymore once you turn into a fat, lazy dragon!"
"How could I?" Serfar tilted his head wisely and said:
"It's not like I won't poop..."
"Aaaaah!" Latis screamed, clutching his head and yelling, "Don't say that! Beautiful girls don't do that!"
"Alright! If you won't pull, then you won't!" Serfal patted Latis on the shoulder cheerfully and said:
"Latis is Serfal's best friend! Because Latis gave Serfal two kilograms of meat!"
"Hmm?" Latis raised an eyebrow, asking in surprise, "When did you learn conversion?"
"Don't treat Serfal like a fool, Kora!" Serfal bared his fangs and sneered at the air, grinning smugly.
"Serfar is just too lazy to argue! It's not that he doesn't understand!"
"Really?" Latis stared incredulously at Serfar's unguarded, laughing face, but after a long while, he finally chose not to believe it.
Even though she's a silly dragon, let's still be a little nicer to her.
Latis sighed helplessly as the image of Serfal swiftly pulling down his pants flashed through his mind.
"There's nothing we can do, she's already locked up a spot in the harem..."
He shook his head, dismissing the nonsensical team composition in his mind: "Red Dragon top, Silver Teacher top, Little Bird Yashutia bottom, Ate jungle." After a few seconds of silence, he and Serfal grinned at each other.
“Serfar, I have good news for you. I’ve found a family with a history of hereditary mental retardation spells…”
……
After briefly explaining the details of the ball and the college's announcement to the girls, Latis returned to his room.
He exhaled, lazily lay down on the bed, and connected to the magic network.
One of the benefits of surfing the internet is that you don't have to worry about your phone falling on your face if you have a tenosynovitis attack...
After muttering a complaint to himself, he looked at the notification that appeared on the magic network.
[During your absence, your spells "Slip of the Mage" were used 527 times, and "Black Hand of the Mage" were used 999 times.]
A wave of pleasant sensations, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, washed over him. After writhing around on the bed for a while, Latis opened the "Black Hand of the Mage" chat section.
"Let me see how you all urge me to update...hehe!"
He chuckled and flipped down from the very top.
[The turtle's black head: Sigh, the author's writing is so short, not enough for me to cast my spell!]
Latis raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but complain:
"Two updates a day isn't enough?! Dare to complain that it's too short, or I'll stab you with my mage's hand!"
He shook his head and looked down.
[Motorcycle Old Man: The author's experiences are not as good as mine when I was young. Keep going, things will get better!]
[Magical Doll Enthusiast: Has no one mentioned the effects of this spell? It feels much stronger than last time. I didn't even have time to experiment with it properly before it was shoved into my figure's mouth.]
[SheShe's scared: What's stuck in the figure's mouth? You're so small!]
[Nickname Violation 1543: Damn it, who's researching spell effects here? I had to experiment on myself... Who's actually looking for plot points in an adult game?!]
"..."
Latis was silent for a moment, then sighed deeply, feeling like he had countless complaints in his heart but didn't know where to begin.
"It's so weird, take another look."
He quickly browsed the remaining twenty-odd messages in the chat area, then suddenly paused, staring wide-eyed at the two newest ones.
[Mr. Silver, the Mage's Hand: Wow, so many people are using it! Looks like the spell is pretty good this time!]
[Captain Jenny: Just a passerby, when will the author update the next chapter?]
"Ahhh!"
A profound sense of social death overwhelmed Latis. He slammed his iron head against the bed twice, screaming as he covered his face.
"I want to be reborn again..."
He weakly crawled to the head of the bed, rubbed the pillow, lay down on it, and peacefully closed his eyes.
"No." Latis suddenly opened his eyes again, stroking his chin and muttering to himself:
"Teacher Yin can't understand the erotic language, and Jennifer is an old erotic homebody, so she should be fine, right..."