Chapter 683: 112. Can you not walk anymore_3
Heidlin’s initially annoyed words had turned coquettish by the end, especially upon seeing Fisher in a sowhat dazed state. Thus, she felt embarrassed to let her “let you have a proper al” remark sound so sharp, and finally added the Seal of Miss Valentina.
Although Valentina was indeed worried about his recent state—staying indoors and constantly engraving magic, not wanting him to be so exhausted—it was unclear whether Heidlin’s concerns were also hers.
Fisher sniffed the al that Heidlin had brought over, and the enticing aroma instantly made his stomach rumble. He swallowed his saliva and, after a second, suddenly realized sothing and turned to ask Heidlin,
“Did you cook this yourself?”
Heidlin folded her arms and huffed, retorting,
“Nonsense, who else would cook for you at this hour? Are you expecting Miss Valentina to cook for you?”
Indeed, ever since the day she had revealed a bit of herself and shown so trust in him, she had stopped pretending in front of Fisher. The forever quiet, smiling maid persona had long since vanished. Now, her real expression was one of disgust and bad temper, coupled with constant verbal sparring—this was the real Heidlin.
“It’s really an honor. I never thought I’d get to eat a al prepared by you personally.”
Fisher grabbed his fork and knife and hungrily devoured several bites from the plate. Heidlin glanced at his wolfish eating and involuntarily sighed, then turned to look at the room full of rings and other items twinkling with magical light. She exclaid,
“Is that for real? You engraved so many? Are you even human? Helldor engraved just a few all night long, and here you are, like a magic-operating machine in human skin?”
“Yes, I’ve been saying this guy’s magical talents are outrageous. Even the great Book Knight had to admit that few can match this guy in the art of magic.”
Emhardt stood on Fisher’s shoulder, looking around at the magical items that filled the room, also amazed. Although humans were the originators of magic, engraving so many was like preparing for war.
“All these… are still not enough. Give a few more days; there are still leftover magic materials that Valentina gave .”
“Let’s forget about it. If you keep going, I’m afraid you’ll actually die in this room. You haven’t been outside in so long… And now, there’s no chance. We’ve received news from ho; the Snow Fox Species will arrive in Mia tomorrow morning. They will co here directly, so you’d better rest well tonight to avoid leaving Miss Valentina to negotiate alone tomorrow… Rember, you were the one who said you’d help her.”
Eating his al, Fisher paused briefly before suddenly realizing how much ti had already passed. Initially, he had been studying the Sli Species, getting the biological progress of the slis close to the second phase, then spent the last three days engraving magic. Afterward, he sent Emhardt out to handle his affairs while he read the Soul Completion Manual.
Bustling like a spinning top, Fisher sighed, swallowed the food in his mouth, and acknowledged that he indeed needed to sort out his daily routine. Preparation was necessary, but up until now, Erwin had been too quiet. He suspected that Erwin might already know how to enter the Wutong Tree.
So, was Erwin planning to follow him and Valentina into the Wutong Tree or try to snatch the Seal and enter by himself? Erwin was a Fourteenth Rank monster. Maybe that group of Trolls couldn’t even stop him…
As Fisher pondered, Heidlin suddenly saw sothing and quickly pointed at Fisher’s face, causing him to pause and touch his own face,
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s just, your nose…”
Fisher frowned, following Heidlin’s hint and touched below his nose, and when he brought his hand back, there was a faintly glowing trace of blood on it, seemingly proving his body’s transformation.
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