Chapter 290: 120. Interlude_2
But in fact, Moli didn’t think that way at all. She was just a bit curious about their conversation, which is why she turned her head to look at Xiayat.
After all, Moli is not Princess Elizabeth… Oh, wait, it seems that even Elizabeth has improved a lot from her previously terrifying temperant recently?
“Well, that being said, what can I do if I go back to the South Continent now? There are still many humans there, different from here, and they are indeed holding guns and cannons in their hands. My tribe may be able to hide for now, but we can’t hide forever. Even if there’s a sliver of hope, I want to try it out.”
By the end of her speech, a wistful smile had spread across Xiayat’s face. Under the illumination of the campfire, faint shadows began to cast over her features.
“Like this…”
Fisher had always respected this brave Centaur lady. As a demi-human female, she had the courage to cross the sea alone to co to the unfamiliar Western Continent to offer her modest contribution to her tribe or rather the whole demi-human community—it was truly admirable.
Therefore, Fisher’s suggestions at the mont were simply addressing the fact that she hadn’t achieved results worthy of her courage, which also led to a bit of regret and sympathy.
“No need to sigh. If I think about it, if I hadn’t co to the Western Continent, I wouldn’t have been able to et you and Moli, and not only that but also receive quite a bit of help, which already makes very happy…”
Xiayat smiled optimistically, reached over the fire for a piece of roasted at, bit into it with gusto, and then looked up satisfactorily, exhaling a hot breath—the at was just taken off the fire and was a bit too hot for her.
“Hot, hot, hot…”
She opened her mouth, fanning madly at it, trying to quell the burning sensation.
Fisher was amused by her antics and handed her a cup of water, guessing she had tried the at as soon as Moli took it off, but the constitutions of different demi-humans varied, and after all, Moli was quite the bold foodie.
The reason he had spoken to Xiayat about these matters was that the charity dinner was scheduled for the next day. Early in the morning, they were to leave and head to Saint Nali City for so minor preparations, so this night was like the calm before the storm.
However, seeing that Xiayat was still quite optimistic, Fisher didn’t say more. If there was a chance later, he could still offer her help.
“Alright, I’m full! Ti to go to sleep, good night…”
After eating, Xiayat rubbed her eyes, stood up, and walked towards her tent, waving at Fisher and the others to indicate good night.
Centaurs sleep lying down, although their lower bodies are horse-like, there are quite a few differences.
First, their size is smaller than ordinary horses, and second, the structure of their hooves is slightly different; otherwise, they couldn’t support the running movents of their human torsos.
But Fisher didn’t understand horses as well as Trandell, so he couldn’t specify the details.
These days, Xiayat would either stand dozing off or, like now, sleep lying on her side. She had just spoken and already curled up in the extra tent Fisher had set up for her, leaving the space outside for Moli and Fisher.
Fisher stopped adding wood to the fire, gathered so of the scattered embers around it, and turned to Moli, asking,
“Tomorrow, we’ll be leaving Klein Mountain, and the combat training will also end. Moli, are you confident in fighting?”
“Yes!”
Moli could practically be considered to have achieved minor divine power these past days. She could take down various wild beasts in the mountains easily and had plenty of strength even when holding back against Fisher in sparring. She only worried about making mistakes in a real fight.
“I will do my best, but… Fisher…”
Her voices wavered with enthusiasm, then she suddenly paused, quieting her volu a bit and turning to look at Fisher.
“Like… if it were a regular classroom, students who do well usually get a reward… Ah, no, it’s not that I want a reward, just… it would, it would also be helpful for fighting…”
Helpful for fighting?
Fisher watched Moli, montarily not understanding the aning behind her words.
Yet, lying on her side, she always carried with her a scent like a blossom unfurling in water, alluring as her beautiful looks.
So, what exactly did she want as a reward?
“Can… Can I hug Fisher?”
Fisher blinked, looking at the timid Moli beside him, her exploratory, doe-eyed expression always carried a reticence, always provoking a sinful impulse.
But to be brutally honest, while that might be a reward for Moli, it was an actual tornt for Fisher.
The air was already dry and on edge, why would he kindle a fire?
But the situation with Rafael was different, Fisher could clearly feel that Moli wasn’t ready, and he wasn’t planning on going against her wishes.
As Fisher’s somber gaze lingered, Moli’s lovely face was reflected in the light of the fire. Perhaps she had pondered too long; her face changed slightly with doubt that she might have overstepped, and with a strained smile, she waved her hand dismissively and shook her head,
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