Gazing at the transford Helair before him, Fisher’s heart ignited with an uncontrollable heat.
Under the amplification of the Mythical Rank’s reproductive desires, her words did not seem simple but rather a criminal temptation.
The blazing fire of desire now felt as if it had turned into a fire pillar, ready to consu Fisher completely.
At that mont, his consciousness floated like a small boat struggling in a raging ocean.
The captain of that small boat was shouting in the storm, tossing up and down with the waves, desperately holding on, and then shouted to Fisher,
"I can’t hold on!! I’m going to be sunk!!"
And at that mont, his consciousness was like the cannon pushed to the front lines in Schwali and Nali’s war, facing endless enemies, this cannon also shouted to Fisher,
"Commander! The enemy’s attack is too fierce! I’m going to fire!"
The urgency was just like this.
But fortunately, Fisher was not a beast out of control; facing Helair’s temptation, he barely managed to maintain control.
At least not here...
He thought.
So on the surface, Fisher awkwardly avoided the beautiful Helair who was gazing at him, and his words brewed for a long ti before he spoke,
"Yes, today is still that... Easter..."
Helair smiled sweetly, remaining still, observing his reaction.
"...Didn’t we agree to give you a gift tonight? Let’s get it now."
"Sure, sure, where is it?"
Helair opened her mouth.
"On that cal, you should have already sensed it, right?"
"No, because I’m not very sensitive to things like Holy Objects."
"...I haven’t said it’s a Holy Object."
Unfazed by having her lie uncovered, Helair naturally laughed and said,
"This shows our hearts are connected, guessed right, dear."
Fisher no longer replied, just swallowed the remaining food Tangze had left him.
Imdiately, without checking if he was full, he stood up to go with Helair to the house where he had prepared the gift for her.
They descended the stairs side by side and entered the dim yet bustling Ideal Country below.
In the Ideal Country, residents mingled, chatted, and played everywhere, and from the ground, thick branches rose continuously, each dripping with a crystalline liquid like a tap.
The rich aroma of alcohol and countless drunken residents unmistakably indicated what the dripping liquid was.
Fisher rembered entering Master Tao’s Barrier earlier, where they witnessed the ’stingy’ offerings Chun provided to the Elf King—of course, perhaps to the Elf King, any offering without a multitude of slaves for prolonging his life is stingy.
Among Chun’s offerings was a kind of wine nad "Ru Mu", perhaps the sa wine the Ideal Country residents were drinking now.
Such wine and rrint embellished the festive atmosphere, though Fisher wasn’t sure if the festivals in Margaret’s original world were celebrated like this.
Seeing others drinking, Helair, who loved joining the fun, naturally squeezed in and mimicked them, returning with two bowls of wine in pottery.
"Want to try so? It slls good."
"Let’s talk about it later."
Fisher reached over, naturally intending to take both bowls she was holding in her left and right hands, but unexpectedly, Helair handed him only one.
As Fisher looked inquiringly, she raised her now empty left hand and pointed it at Fisher’s emptied right hand.
"Want to try holding hands, and see if there’s any difference from before."
What’s the difference?
Such a sly Angel.
"Okay."
Fisher thought, but his words and actions naturally took her hand.
He felt Helair’s delicate hand was as soft as before, but now it seed to possess an additional scorching heat like a fireball.
That touch of heat transmitted through their linked hands, reaching straight to Fisher’s heart.
"Thump... thump... thump..."
He let out a comforting breath, but that wasn’t all; she actually slightly turned her hand, solidly intertwining their fingers.
"Boom~ boom~ boom~"
The surrounding murmurs seed to deepen with Helair’s touch, possibly a result of Fisher’s emotional stir, but different from before, he actually lingered in a bit of intoxication, wanting to follow those murmurs into the unknown.
But luckily, at this mont, Fisher and Helair, hand in hand, finally reached the edge of the house, where they saw the strange single-humped cal lighting up at the sight of Helair and affectionately cooing as it approached.
Helair smiled and petted its head, prompting Fisher, who was holding the drink, to tease,
"This guy was affectionate with before, but now seeing you, it ignores completely. I wonder why, maybe it’s just about appearance?"
"Is it because I’m adorable?"
"It’s a female cal."
"Who says females can’t like adorable ? If Fisher were female, I’d like you too, because you’re cute."
"..."
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