Chapter 138-137- Is this reasonable?

Yvette had many expectations about the contents of Abella's notebook. It might contain knowledge of runes or magical engineering. Her learning progress might be relatively late, but it was not ruled out that she was at the very early stage. There might even be doodles drawn when she was bored, just like she did occasionally when she was studying before.

But what she never expected was that what she saw was actually a pornographic story, and a pornographic story with her as the protagonist!

Is this reasonable?

Is this correct?

My dear maid-san, aren't you a freak? How can you be so dazzling and repressed?

Or is this the gift you specially prepared for me after I have been asleep for a hundred years?

After being silent for several minutes, Yvette put down the notebook expressionlessly, looked at the piles of notes and manuscripts around her, and suddenly a terrible idea came to her mind.

Isn't that all that's written here?

Impossible, absolutely impossible? With so many books, if they weren't books but notebooks or manuscripts, they would have tens of millions of words in total. Who could have the leisure to write so many words just for their own amusement?

but……

After hesitating for a moment, Yvette opened a notebook next to her and decided to do a few simple spot checks just in case.

Then, just like before, after looking at it for a few seconds, she was sure that this book was indeed the same thing.

Then came the second one, the third one...

Soon, the light of wind magic lit up, and a strong wind swept through the room. Notebook after notebook, sheet after sheet of manuscript paper, seemed to be sucked into an invisible vortex, spinning and spreading around her, revealing the disgusting contents of her body. It was as if the darkest, most morbid, and most evil aspects of the human soul were blended together to evolve a mental storm that would directly pollute the memory at a glance.

As a novice porn appraiser, Yvette felt like a small boat in a stormy night, struggling in the waves of countless filthy knowledge. If she was not careful, she would be swallowed up by the overwhelming amount of pornographic waste and fall into the abyss, from which there would be no recovery.

…

At the same time, on the other side of the warm room, Abella, who was just enjoying a sweet dream, had the smile on her face disappear without a trace.

Her long eyelashes kept trembling, as if they were about to open, but every time she was about to open her eyes, she would instinctively sense danger and close them timidly.

Just like that, the house was quiet, everything was silent, even the sound of burning firewood disappeared, only the sound of the wind blowing the pages of the book was still rapid, like a death knell.

…

A few dozen minutes later.

The flickering flames of the fireplace cast warm shadows on the thickly blanketed living room floor. Abella was shivering as she knelt beside the sofa in a perfectly posed position, her forehead almost touching the carpet. Her long, dark hair lay in a mess, covering most of her beautiful, yet pale face.

On the other side, Yvette leaned on the sofa, looking at her expressionlessly, without saying a word, as cold as the glaciers floating on the deep North Sea.

This process lasted for more than ten minutes. After a long while, Abella, her nerves a little stretched, carefully raised her head, a flattering smile on her beautiful face, and said, "Um... Master... Congratulations on waking up..."

"Aren't you going to explain?" Yvette asked calmly.

She wasn't actually angry, she was just a little speechless. If she wasn't the protagonist in these erotic stories, she would even admire Abella - being able to write so many for her own amusement was no longer just a simple show of depression, but a natural erotic star who could single-handedly promote the development of the industry.

But she has to act very angry, which is part of the art of controlling subordinates - just like a primary or junior high school teacher, he must appear fierce in order to calm the students in the class. If you give him a good face, the students will take advantage of you.

"That... Master... Master, I... I was just confused for a moment. I know I was wrong. I will never dare to write nonsense again. Woo--"

Abella whimpered like a wounded puppy, her tone sounding tearful, but she couldn't squeeze out a single tear for a long time. She confessed, "Master, I was wrong. Considering that I have waited for you for a hundred years, please don't destroy them. I will do anything..."

Yvette was silent for a moment. Seeing that Abella was almost nervous, she said expressionlessly, "Put those things away. Don't let me see you writing this kind of thing again..." After thinking for a moment, she changed her words and sighed, "At least don't write me in it."

"Wow! Master, I love you!!" Abella breathed a sigh of relief and said excitedly, feeling even a little touched.

The master is so kind that he didn't destroy all her hard work and even allowed her to continue with this career!

Indeed, only a master like this is worthy of her loyalty!

Ignoring Abella's eyes, which were so sincere that they were almost threading, Yvette quickly asked, "Have you really been guarding me for a hundred years?"

This is what she is more concerned about, mainly because she feels that this behavior is really inconsistent with Abella's personality in her mind.

This guy wasn't loyal to her at all, he just had sexual desire, but that alone shouldn't be enough to keep this little spider girl here for a hundred years without leaving.

"Really?" Abella cried out in grievance, but after a moment's hesitation and looking into her master's eyes, she calmed down and added, "I wanted to go back to the island to visit you, but we got caught in a fight and the car was damaged... I couldn't help it..."

I see, they were forced to be stranded on the island, that makes sense... Sure enough, my judgment of people is spot on...

Yvette was satisfied and asked her to quickly clean up the things in the house, then she turned and walked out.

The medicinal fields in the manor remain as they were, and various environmental mode devices are operating in an orderly manner. Skeletons pass by from time to time to check whether the temperature, humidity and other settings are correct.

She looked around, confirming that the potion ingredients were already quite mature. However, she didn't harvest them all at once, instead allowing the long-lived plants to continue growing. She then selected a small portion, devoured and deconstructed it with her Gray Touch, and entered it into the database.

In this way, if there is really no other way in the future, you can use mimicry to directly copy the existing ones.

The only thing is that the consumption is a bit high, mostly in the units of "thousands" or even "tens of thousands", and her total distorted magic power is only more than 200,000. After swallowing these herbs, it is only a few hundred thousand. She will never use it unless it is absolutely necessary.

Afterwards, after taking a walk around the manor, Yvette selected some ripe herbs and put them in the manor's ice storage for cold storage.

Then, she went to check on the AI ​​skeletons in the central area.

With Abella in charge, the third-level elite mutants on Ish Island did not dare to approach Ish City. Therefore, the thousands of skeleton soldiers in the central area never encountered any particularly threatening mutant attacks from beginning to end. Over the past hundred years, the losses were not great, with only a few dozen skeleton soldiers missing.

The remaining skeleton soldiers, apart from some osteoporosis caused by wind and rain and malfunctions in their rune weapons, are not in serious trouble and still look lively and energetic.

By the way, Yvette's magic ring has completely malfunctioned, but because the important data has been transferred to the soul brain in advance, she is neither surprised nor worried about this result.

The downside was that her soul brain couldn't provide enough mental energy to allow her to perform high-level spells. Therefore, her future magic would have to follow the principles she'd originally written about in the magic book: multiple nested rings, linked together, and combined.

She didn't care much about it. Small spells that used high-powered flying bricks could also cause great damage. At most, the magicka consumption was terrible, to the point that the mages of the Origin Civilization would faint at the sight of it.

But she now possessed over 7,000 mana, an astonishingly high level of magic pressure, and ample combat experience. Even with a bunch of small-scale spells, she was confident she could challenge the deceased Soul Fire Saint once more and defeat him.

…

After emerging from the white cocoon and resting for only two days, Yvette had the idea of ​​setting off for Emerald Island.

She remembered that a hundred years ago, before she went to sleep, she asked Bingyu to wait for her there. Now, she hasn't seen him for a hundred years. It's like she was stood up. She didn't know if Bingyu, a member of the mechanical family, could bear it.

What made her even more anxious was that Rosaline had not returned to the island for a hundred years. This was really strange.

She planned to travel across the Emerald Continent and the Silver Mirror Continent as quickly as possible to look for any clues about her eldest disciple.

With her mind made up, she began to smelt materials in preparation for hand-kneading a new travel vehicle.

But on the third night of the preparations, in the quiet manor, in the top-floor room, Yvette, who was drawing the design, suddenly heard Abella scream downstairs: "Master... Master, look out the window!"

Yvette put down her pen, opened the window in confusion, and immediately saw a brilliant aurora stretching across the distant sea level. The light was rapidly dimming and seemed about to disappear.

(End of this chapter)