"Ah ho!"
At the exit of the arena, Anaining had been waiting there early.
"Congratulations on advancing! Is it time for a food trip next?"
Luo Wei felt a headache when he saw her.
I'm afraid I'm craving for crepes again.
"No one has to celebrate every time they win a game."
"No, no, you didn't understand what I meant," Anaining said confidently, "Let me ask you, how do you feel about your recent meditation?"
Very helpful.
But he couldn't say it. I'm afraid it would become an excuse for the other party to buy ice cream in the next second.
"Okay."
Having the assistance of a master is really helpful for the development of sword skills. Now, even without Anaining's assistance, he can simulate the execution of sword skills as soon as he closes his eyes and senses that the elemental force resonates with him.
But before the swordsmanship system was formed, it was still just one step away, stuck at a bottleneck and unable to improve.
"That's right! You have now reached the threshold of promotion, and all you need is a wonderful trip!"
Luo Wei:?
I thought your reason would be far-fetched, but I didn't expect it to be this far-fetched.
"What, do you expect me to suddenly realize the ice cream sword technique?"
"How did you know..." Seeing Luo Wei's face darken, Anaining quickly changed her words, "Ahem... As the saying goes, having too much can lead to blindness. What you need most now is to find an environment of scarcity. "
An environment of scarcity?
"What do you mean?" Feeling that she was talking about something serious, Luo Wei also focused his attention.
"For example, my element is wind, so I went to the palace of the Windless Demon God when I realized the swordsmanship, and your element is water. What do you think you should do?"
"desert?"
Anai Ning's eyes lit up, "Yes, it's a desert! I checked the map and there is a desert of death to the north of here. As long as you stay there for one night, I guarantee that you can complete your own swordsmanship!"
Luo Wei was stunned when he heard this.
Ignore that there are high-level monsters everywhere, as well as the tomb of the desolate demon god.
The biggest problem is.
"The fastest trip there is five days, and I won't be able to catch up with the next game."
"That's why I'm waiting for you here, let's leave now!"
"Wait, what??"
Before he could react, Anaining grabbed his wrist and ran towards the outside of the arena.
"Wait! That's not the way out of the city!"
"I know," Anai said without looking back, "Isn't it too much to have a crepe before departure?"
So you’re still thinking about ice cream, right?
…
Prayer Church, Sunday School Classroom.
Vermeer ended today's class and carefully cleaned the entire classroom, occasionally looking up at the seat in the corner.
"..."
When she was lost in thought, there was a sudden knock on the glass on one side.
The girl raised her head and saw no one. Instead, the window opened by itself.
"!?"
"Wait, it's me!"
Before Vermeer chanted magic with her broom, the clever machine girl Saya appeared from the air and quickly made a move to stop her.
"I remember that you belong to Her Royal Highness the Princess..."
"It's me, my name is Saya," she scanned around the classroom, "Where's that perverted human?"
Vermeer was slightly stunned. Why did Saya keep calling Luo Wei a pervert?
"...I don't know where he is, but I can help you ask."
Conversations are carried out with sound-transmitting jewelry, but there is no magic induction.
This indicates that the delivery range is exceeded.
"It seems that he is not in White Harbor Town."
"Okay, I thought that the pervert would come to you after he was done with it," Saya seemed relieved, "That's fine, anyway, the princess is just bored and wants to tease him."
Vermeer pursed her lips.
"Saya, why did you... call him that?"
"Huh?"
This time it was Saya who was more surprised.
"As a victim, are you completely unaware?"
victim?
Vermeer tilted her head. Did she mean to let herself imitate the barking of a dog? But Saya probably followed Luo Wei after he came to Sunday school to attend classes. It is impossible for him to know about their previous agreement.
Seeing her confused look, Saya blushed and quietly flew to the girl's ear.
Three minutes later.
"……foot?"
This answer surprised Vermeer. She looked down at her boots, somewhat confused.
"Isn't it?" Saya said, supporting her waist in the air, "He didn't go to the Demon Palace to ask you to do that kind of thing. I have only heard of it before. I never thought that there are human beings who can do such incomprehensible things. …”
"You mean, he didn't do this to punish me? But...but..."
Vermeer couldn't say the next words.
"In short, he is such a guy with strange hobbies! He even plans to attack the princess in the same way! Isn't this enough?"
To the princess?
Vermeer was stunned for a moment, her head feeling a little empty for a moment.
After bidding farewell to Saya, she came to the church hall alone and happened to see a nun coming out of the identification room.
"Martha, are you free now?"
The nun named Martha turned around and showed a sly smile that was not in line with the temperament of a nun. "What, the priest has something to do with me?"
"It's like this..." Vermeer thought about the wording carefully. Martha gave people a very unrestrained feeling. She and other nuns told her about going to the hotel. "I heard a believer's words during confession today. Annoyed, but I don’t know what to do with it.”
"Oh haha? Is it the kind of trouble I think to make things difficult for a simple priest?"
"Should... forget it."
The two came to the confessional. These separate small rooms were originally intended for believers to confess their sins, but gradually they also became a place for people to talk about their troubles in life.
This feeling is as if I am looking for Martha to confess...
Vermeer swallowed her saliva behind the partition and spoke loudly: "The girl said that she had a very special friend who had a handle on her, but instead of asking her to do something, she was not allowed to do anything. More often.”
Gradually, she told her story in the tone of "that believer girl", but covered up all the verifiable parts, leaving only the entangled relationship between the two.
"Tsk tsk..." After Martha heard this, she made a strange and slightly excited voice from the opposite side, "That girl's friend is a very possessive person."
"Possessive?"
These three words were like a brand on Wei Mier's heart, and the conclusion extended from them seemed to explain all the puzzling behaviors in the past.
Because of his possessive nature, he did not allow himself to bathe in the lake to avoid being seen by others.
Because of his possessiveness, he stopped himself from looking around in the pub and avoided physical contact with others.
Because of his possessiveness, he forbids himself from discussing personal topics about her with the opposite sex.
"..."
When all doubts can be explained by these three words, this almost becomes the only answer.
He wants to... possess me?
Vermeer's heartbeat was almost uncontrollable, but Martha across from her seemed to be interested, "Tell me, did that girl say what was the most extreme thing the other party asked her to do?"
"this……"
Vermeer hesitated for a moment, but only by speaking out could she confirm whether what Saya said was true.
"He told the girl not to take off her shoes for a week and then asked her to take them off in public in a crowded place."
"So, she really did it?"
"No, listen to her... when she was about to do this, the other party stopped her. Is this because she couldn't bear it?"
"I'm afraid not," Martha smiled softly, "If he was a little thicker-skinned, he might ask the girl to only take off her clothes for him to see."
Vermeer was shocked inside.
He really did this...
"Why, why?"
When she was confused, there was a soft sound from behind the partition, and a foot stretched out from below.
"Martha?"
The other party did not answer directly, but gently touched the inside of her ankle with his toes, rubbing her calf along the boot with a gentle and ambiguous motion.
Vermeer's face suddenly turned red.
Why does such an action make people blush and their heart beats?
"Don't you understand yet, my Lord Priest?"
There was a light tingling in Martha's voice.
"This is the magic of girls."
