As Eve’s personal maid, Franka’s observations are undoubtedly the most ticulous.
If even she feels worried...
The two of them arrived at the private helipad of the Crystal Tower, where a small and exquisite floating aircraft was silently hovering.
This is the "Silver Feather" of the Crown Clan, a private aircraft specifically used for short-distance transport.
The design of the aircraft is extrely elegant; the streamlined silver hull gleams with a pearlescent sheen under the sunset.
The side of the ship is inlaid with the family crest of the Crown Clan—a purple crown surrounded by stars.
"Please board, Lecturer Ralph."
The cabin door slid open silently, revealing the exquisite interior decorations.
Although space is limited, every detail reflects the luxurious taste of the Crown Clan.
The aircraft flew smoothly in the air, and through the porthole, one could see the beautiful scenery of the Central Lands at dusk.
But Ron’s attention was more focused on contemplating Franka’s earlier hint.
Eve’s desire for this kind of "improvent" exceeds the normal range... what does this an?
Twenty minutes later, the Silver Feather gently landed on the private helipad of the Jadeite Pavilion.
Ron noticed that the magic field around the pavilion seed more active than usual.
The energy fluctuations that were usually almost imperceptible now felt distinct, as if the entire building was gently "breathing".
"This transformation..." He pondered internally:
"Eve’s emotional state affects the magic field of the pavilion, and today her emotional fluctuations are much stronger than last ti."
Franka guided him through the familiar stone path.
Ron noticed that even the plants along the path appeared particularly lively.
The "Moonlight Buds," which typically only bloom in the dead of night, were already starting to glow faintly.
"Her Highness is waiting for you in the parlor."
Franka stopped at the door of the pavilion and bowed: "She has prepared very diligently today."
Opening the parlor door, Ron imdiately felt the unusually warm atmosphere in the room.
The parlor, usually quite simple, was ticulously arranged today.
Several uniquely shaped "Illusion Dream Candles" were quietly burning in the corners of the room, emitting a faint lavender fragrance.
This special candle can mildly ease ntal tension while creating a dreamlike light and shadow effect.
On the crystal coffee table in the center of the room, there were exquisite tea sets and so seemingly extrely valuable snacks.
Eve was sitting on the velvet sofa next to the coffee table, elegantly dressed as always.
A silk gown perfectly hugged her slender figure, with her long black hair ticulously grood.
Seeing Ron enter, Eve’s face imdiately blossod with a sweet smile, like the joy of eting a lover.
"Master! You’ve finally arrived!"
Her voice carried an unmistakable excitent: "I’ve been waiting for so long... today’s lesson must have been a success, right?"
"It went smoothly." Ron sat in the seat opposite her.
Her excitent carried a sowhat fanatical expectation, causing him to frown uneasily.
"I knew it would be so!" Pride filled Eve’s eyes.
She picked up the teapot to pour tea for Ron, her actions elegant and cautious:
"Your theories always amaze everyone... those traditional scholars must be captivated by your innovative thinking..."
As she spoke, her athyst eyes were fixed intently on Ron.
"Eve..." He took the teacup, sipping lightly before speaking:
"You seem very spirited today, but perhaps... a bit too excited."
"Because today is a special day." The black-haired girl blushed slightly, her voice turning soft and mysterious:
"I have prepared a special... experience for you, a new technique that will allow you to completely relax."
She stood up and moved toward a door in the room’s depths that had never been opened:
"Please follow , Master. I want to show you my... private cultivation room."
The door was made of a type of living wood that changes color with the owner’s emotions, currently emitting an ambiguous pink glow.
The door slowly opened, revealing the space inside.
It was a circular room, with walls reflecting a gentle silver glow under the light of the dream candles.
In the center of the room were two specially designed ditation chairs, their surfaces engraved with extrely complex guiding runes for spiritual power.
The entire room was crafted to create an atmosphere both sacred and inviting.
"This..." Eve’s voice beca as light as a feather:
"is my most private space. Aside from Mother and Franka, you are the first to step in here."
She approached one of the ditation chairs, her slender fingers lightly tracing the runes on the chair back:
"Today, I want to share with you a brand new technique for spiritual interaction, an experience more... profound than last ti’s diversion guidance."
Ron carefully examined this mysterious room, activating the Hermit’s Knowledge to perceive the energy fluctuations around him.
The entire space was ticulously designed, and every detail was ant to facilitate deep spiritual interaction.
"This technique..." he cautiously inquired: "What exactly is it?"
"I call it ’Spiritual Massage.’
Eve moved to an exquisite cabinet in the corner of the room, taking out a crystal ball that emitted a dreamlike luster:
"By engaging in an even deeper spiritual interaction than last ti, you can relieve the ntal fatigue accumulated from Abyss explorations and daily research."
She carefully held the crystal ball, which pulsed with light in her hands:
"But this technique requires... extrely deep spiritual contact, much more intimate than last ti’s outer layer guidance."
Eve’s voice began to tremble, filled with both anticipation and nervousness: "Master, would you... would you allow to give you this... massage?"
Ron pondered for a mont.
"I need to understand the exact process and safety asures." He finally said.
Upon hearing this response, Eve was overjoyed.
She almost jumped up but tried hard to control her emotions.
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