bookbashuk Chapter 122 After everything is settled
Chapter 122 After everything is settled
Elune visibly trembled upon hearing Lynn's question.
She suddenly raised her head, and her usually cool and aloof face was now filled with panic and guilt.
Her silver eyes shimmered with moisture, and her cheeks flushed red at a visible speed.
"I...I..." She opened her mouth, but couldn't make a complete sound.
"To be honest," Lynn said, taking a step forward.
The medication is still slowly taking effect, but he can still control it for the time being.
After all, drinking too much can lead to resistance.
"...Yes." Elune's voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's hum, her head almost buried in her chest.
"How much did you add?" Lynn could sense that this reaction was similar to Sylvia's last time.
But he still wanted to confirm it.
"I... added another bottle." Elune lowered her head, not daring to look at Lynn at all.
"One bottle?"
"Europe!"
"My God!"
"I really want to kick your asses hard with my boots."
"Don't you guys read the instruction manual?!"
Lynn covered her eyes, speechless.
"Um... I didn't see... I saw Vilitas drink several bottles..." Elune lowered her head even further, her ear tips turning bright red.
"So you're going to learn from Vilitas?" Lynn felt a vein throbbing in his temple.
"I didn't... I thought I couldn't go as far as that day... so I only added one bottle," Elune explained weakly.
"Chief Elune,"
"Did you see...it says on the bottle that it recommends one scoop at a time?"
Lynn practically forced the words out through clenched teeth.
Elune was stunned.
She looked up blankly, blinking her bright green eyes, which were brimming with moisture: "One...one spoonful?"
That expression was just like that of a top student who realized he had done something wrong, but had no idea what he did wrong.
Seeing her like this, Lynn's anger suddenly dissipated by half, replaced by a deep sense of powerlessness.
He remembered how Veritas had forced him to drink several bottles, and he remembered Sylvia's previous drugging.
Why do all the women around me have a problem with this stuff?
"So, you really poured it all in? Not a single drop left?" Lynn sighed.
"Hmm..." Elune's voice had a slightly nasal tone.
Lynn: "..."
He looked at Elune.
The Silver Dew Clan Chief, an Emperor-level Druid, now resembled a child who had done something wrong and was waiting for punishment, his fingers tightly gripping the hem of his clothes.
The cold, aloof outer shell shattered, revealing a heartbreakingly innocent core within.
Lynn felt the warm current within her body accelerating; a sleeping beast was beginning to awaken.
He knew that time was running out.
Elune.
"Do you know what a bottle of extra-concentrated dosage means?"
Lynn spoke, his voice slightly suppressed.
Elune shook her head, her eyes still blank, but she seemed to vaguely realize the seriousness of the problem.
"mean."
"For a long time to come, you may... regret your decision."
Lynn approached her, and the two were so close that they could feel each other's breath.
Elune's pupils contracted slightly.
She looked into Lynn's eyes and saw something deep and dangerous in them that she had never seen before.
Her heart was pounding, filled with fear and panic, but also with a kind of... secret expectation that she couldn't quite explain.
"Teacher, I..." she wanted to say something.
But Lynn had already leaned down and kissed her lips.
A very light kiss.
It was as if a switch had been pressed.
Elune's body froze completely, her mind going blank.
Only the warm touch on my lips and the scent of Lynn lingering around my nose.
Then, she felt Lynn's hand wrap around her waist.
Then, she found herself being picked up and carried towards the inner room of the treehouse.
"Wait, wait..." Elune finally found her voice, filled with panic.
"I can't wait any longer."
"Chief Elune, you have to take responsibility for the mistakes you've made."
Lynn's voice rang in her ears, tinged with suppressed gasps and a hint of urgency.
"I...I didn't...do it on purpose..." Elune tried to explain, but she was already gently placed on the soft bed.
Lynn leaned over her, looking at her flushed face and sparkling eyes.
"Now you know fear?" he asked.
Elune couldn't stand Lynn's burning gaze, bit her lip, and shyly turned her head away: "...Yes...a little."
"It's too late."
Lynn lowered his head and kissed her again.
This time, there will be no gentleness.
Outside the window, the setting sun had completely sunk below the horizon.
The noise inside the treehouse didn't gradually subside until late at night.
Elune nestled in Lynn's arms; the Emperor-level druid was so exhausted that she couldn't even move a finger.
She finally understood what the goblin merchant meant by "powerful effect".
Now I understand why Lynn asked if she had added another bottle.
She felt as if she had been taken apart and put back together, and her whole body was protesting.
But strangely, I felt a sense of fullness and satisfaction.
"Teacher..." she began in a hoarse voice.
"Um?"
"……sorry."
Lynn laughed, tightening her grip on his arm slightly. "Isn't it too late to apologize now?"
"That…"
"...Next time, shall I only add one spoonful?"
Elune raised her head, her long silver hair brushing against her cheek.
Lynn: "..."
He looked down at the elven chieftain in his arms, who was making a serious suggestion, and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Elune.
"Um?"
"From now on, you don't need to buy medicine anymore. Just tell me what you want." Lynn kissed her forehead.
Elune's face turned red again.
She buried her face in Lynn's chest and softly hummed in agreement.
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Today is another sunny day.
In the eastern district of Handong City, the long-lost aroma of food wafted from Annie's rented room.
It's not the softened crust of bread, nor is it thin vegetable soup.
Instead, it was a small pot of stewed meat that was very tender, along with potatoes and carrots.
Although the seasonings were simple, it was a rare feast for people like Annie and Mel.
The meat was bought by Mel with the extra reward he received for completing sect missions.
It's not much, but enough for three people to have a hearty meal.
Heather sat at the table, her eyes sparkling as she stared intently at the pot, her little hands gripping the wooden spoon tightly.
"Sister, so much meat!" she whispered, her voice full of surprise.
"Yes, Mr. Mel is treating today." Annie smiled and ruffled her sister's hair, looking tenderly at Mel who was serving meat.
Mel paused, didn't speak, but a very slight smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
The meal was eaten quietly, but the atmosphere was warm and cozy.
Heather's mouth was covered in oil from eating, and Anne carefully shared some of her meat with her.
Mel watched, then silently put some meat from his bowl into Anne's bowl.
"Mr. Mel, you eat it yourself..." Anne tried to push it back.
"Eat." Mel said only one word, his gaze unwavering.
Annie looked at him, her eyes crinkling into a smile, and obediently lowered her head to eat her meat.
After the meal, Mel took out a small cloth bag and carefully opened it.
"Annie, I have a gift for you." It was the first time Mel had given a girl a gift, and she was a little nervous.
"What gift?? I thought Mr. Mel was a blockhead, I didn't expect him to prepare a gift." Annie covered her mouth, her eyes full of surprise.
The cloth bag, when unfolded, revealed a paper business license.
"Because... I heard you wanted to open a pastry shop... and coincidentally, the Hanhe New City built by the Prophet is currently recruiting merchants... so I applied for a business license from High Priest Dogg... and it has been preliminarily approved... What do you think of this gift..." Mel was a little uneasy and worried, worried that Annie wouldn't like it.
After all, going to the new city would mean leaving the place where Annie had always lived.
"Thank you, Mr. Mel, I love this gift!" Anne hugged Mel and gave him a kiss.
The kiss made Mel blush deeply, and her tightly clenched hands loosened.
"Sister!! What are you and brother-in-law doing?" Heather's eyes widened when she saw Anne hugging and kissing Mel.
"Children shouldn't look at adult matters." Remembering that Heather was still nearby, Annie quickly separated from Mel and covered Heather's eyes.
However, after covering it, Annie realized what was happening.
It seems like they don't kiss anymore.
As dusk fell, Mel returned home.
Anne and Heather escorted him to the alleyway.
"See you tomorrow, Mr. Mel." Anne waved and smiled as she took Heather's hand.
"Annie," Mel called Anne's name.
"What's wrong?" Annie asked curiously.
Mel looked at her.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on her golden hair, giving her a soft glow.
The soot on her face was exceptionally clean today, revealing her fair skin and those bright blue eyes that were always full of smiles.
Mel was silent for a few seconds.
Then, looking at her, he spoke softly for the first time in an extremely serious tone, devoid of all hesitation and evasion:
"After this is all over..."
He paused, seemingly thinking about how to organize his thoughts.
Annie's heart skipped a beat.
She held her breath and waited quietly.
Mel didn't finish his sentence.
He simply reached out and lightly, quickly touched Annie's cheek, then withdrew his hand, turned, and walked out of the alley.
Anne stood there, stunned, for a long time.
Until Heather tugged at her hand: "Sister, why are you crying?"
Annie then realized what was happening, raised her hand to touch her face, and found it was wet.
"I didn't cry."
"It's sand in your eyes."
She smiled, wiped away her tears, and picked up her younger sister.
She remembered what Mel hadn't finished saying, and the fleeting touch on her fingertips.
What those words were no longer important.
Importantly, he looked at her and said, "After this is all over."
This means that he has a plan for "after".
One, with her "after".
It was evening, under the dim light of an oil lamp.
Heather was already asleep, her little face still bearing the sweet aftertaste of candy and the lingering smile.
Anne sat on the edge of the bed, holding one of Mel's old shirts with worn-out cuffs, and carefully mended it by the light of the lamp.
The stitches are fine and neat.
She sewed very slowly and very carefully.
Mel's words from earlier that day, and that touch, kept replaying in my mind.
As I thought about it, the corners of my mouth unconsciously turned up.
Once this is over...
What will happen next?
Perhaps Mr. Mel will formally accept her.
They will have a small home of their own.
She can continue running the pastry shop of her dreams, Mr. Mel can do what he wants, and Heather can go to the school that might be built in the new town...
Things may be tough, but they will get better little by little.
Most definitely.
After Anne finished sewing the last stitch, she bent down and bit off the thread.
Just then—
"Knock, knock, knock."
There was a knock on the door.
It's very light, but very clear.
Annie paused for a moment, then looked up at the thin wooden door.
Who could it be so late?
Aunt Martha? Mr. Mel? Or someone from a cult?
She put down the clothes in her hand, stood up, and walked to the door.
"Who is it?" she asked softly.
No one answered from outside the door.