Chapter 323, Chapter 117 Extreme Joy Generates Sorrow
“Young Lady, you’re out…”
Ig rushed forward.
The girl who emerged from the crack in the door was wearing a magnificent dress again, her gilded delicate hair simply tied up. She slightly raised her cheek, her flawless youthful jade face, with scorching gold eyes, was luxurious and gorgeous, but for some reason, Ig vaguely felt that the girl seemed to have a trace of confusion.
The girl’s scorching gold eyes looked at the young man in front of her, her slender eyelashes trembled, and she suddenly made a soft sound: “Ig, I want to ask you a question…”
Ig was slightly surprised by the girl’s tone. In his memory, Miss Verafia, who was a Bl, despite her young age, had always had a rather strong personality.
However, the girl was not only not as arrogant and overbearing as usual, nor was she angry, but her soft tone made people feel pity.
“Young Lady, you want to ask a question…?”
“En.”
Verafia nodded, her eyes looking at the young man’s face: “Ig, I want to ask, yesterday… when you and I slept in the same bed, what did it feel like?”
Ig had goosebumps. This was a death sentence!
“Don’t worry. I’m just asking you,” Verafia said softly, seeing the boy’s expression.
Ig thought about it. If this little phoenix wanted to beat him up, there was no need to find an excuse. Her current expression… could it be that she had sensed something?
Ig was secretly delighted, but he pretended to be serious: “Feel? If I say it, Young Lady, you mustn’t be angry.”
“En,” Verafia nodded.
Ig felt relieved and smiled: “Being in the same bed with you, Young Lady, is of course a very enjoyable thing. After all, Miss Vera is such a beautiful girl, and she is as delicate and slender as a doll. If I could hold you in my arms…”
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In Marquis Mays’s castle, there were naturally cooks preparing daily breakfast. After Ig returned to Landislofen yesterday, the Marquis instructed the castle attendants to treat the young man and his friends with courtesy.
Although he guarded the window of Verafia’s room all night, as a Blood Race, Flarn did not feel much fatigue.
To avoid being discovered by Verafia, Flarn pulled the almost falling-asleep Ophi back to her room before dawn, and then went out to find the castle’s dining room.
The silver-haired girl sat gracefully at the table. Because she knew that she was the friend of Young Master Ig who had just returned to the family, no one dared to disturb her, who still looked like a little girl, but no one came to get close to her either.
Flarn naturally didn’t care about this, and took small sips of the oatmeal porridge in the small bowl. Although human food was a bit bland for her as a Blood Race, it was not unbearable.
Suddenly, a light and brisk footsteps could be heard. Flarn put down the porcelain small bowl in her hand and looked up with her bright red eyes.
Verafia appeared first, a light and cheerful smile on the girl’s exquisite and delicate little face, like a doll. She hummed a song, looking in a good mood; behind her followed the black-haired young man, who was bruised and battered, limping as he held onto the stair railing.
“Sister, good morning.”
Flarn ran to the girl and greeted her as usual, her ruby-like big eyes curiously looking at Ig beside the girl: “Hmm, Ig, what happened to you?”
The black-haired young man cautiously glanced at Verafia beside him, wanting to smile, but accidentally pulled his wound, and his expression became even more unsightly than crying, “I accidentally fell down the stairs.”
“So careless…”
Flarn blinked her bright red big eyes, then looked at the girl beside her, guessing what had happened. Thus, the girl showed him an expression of condolence.
“That’s right. It’s all because this guy is too stupid.”
Verafia proudly raised her small face, not caring what this little guy was thinking, found a seat, clapped her little hands on the table, and started to order:
“Ig, this young lady is very hungry! Hurry up and get me breakfast, hmm, let me think first… hmm, this young lady wants Blood Crystal Grapes Baked Honey Brewed Mushroom Fan Mariana Cake Antiran Honey Milk and Saint Noah’s Blue Blood Sausages!”
Regardless of whether they had it or not, Miss Verafia first listed a long string of names.
Ig, who was limping because he “fell from a high place,” forced a smile as he placed platters of food in front of the bright-eyed Verafia.
After finishing Verafia’s requests, Ig wiped the sweat from his brow and looked at Flarn: “By the way, Flarn, why isn’t Little Fei with you?”
“That’s right… Where is that stupid Ice Dragon!”
Verafia wiped the corner of her mouth, seeming to just realize that Ophi was not there, and raised her bright big eyes: “Hmm, didn’t we agree yesterday to go play in Landislofen with this guy Ig…”
Flarn blinked her eyes, thinking that she couldn’t say that because she was worried that Ig would do something bad to her sister, she and Ophi stayed outside the window all night, and then she went back to bed to catch up on sleep, right?
“Hmm… this is because we played too late last night and she’s a little difficult to get up. However, Young Lady, you don’t have to worry at all, she left me a contact crystal. Ophi said she’ll come find us later!”
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In the early summer morning, the sunlight cast from the sky was not too dazzling. Although the rumors of the “Church of the Dead Word” had caused panic in the city, as the new day began, the traveling merchants and professionals wearing sword and shield and staff still decorated Peka’s Iron Crown Mine, the pearl of the entire southern territory and the largest city, with prosperity.
The “Black Knight” castle of the Landislofen family was located by the Seine River, only a little more than ten minutes away from the city center. The metal axles made a sound on the ground. The vigilant knights saw the white kite cross sword emblem carved on the carriage as the lord’s family crest, so they did not dare to come forward to question or stop them.
The girl’s exquisite little face was pressed against the car window. She gently swayed her head, and a few strands of gilded hair that fell were illuminated by the sunlight into gorgeous colors. Her scorching gold eyes scanned the traces of this city.
As per Ig’s suggestion before they set off, they first planned to respond to the invitation from the church monks from yesterday, and by the way, go to see Chrisis, whom they hadn’t met before, and then accompany Verafia to play in the city.
Verafia naturally had no objections to this. Anyway, she had no thoughts at the moment, so she might as well follow this young man to see the Sacred Light Church, which she hadn’t visited in a long time.
