Chapter 11 On the scale of equal weight, her weight compared to his...
Vifiya subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound, only to see a figure running towards her with hands and feet dancing.
Isidore held her behind him.
Kaharun stopped in front of the two, breathing heavily. He had sensed the presence of a high concentration of magic power and had hurried over. He sighed and looked at Isidore helplessly. "You've been missing for almost two days. Monsters have appeared in the capital, and even the royal family has dispatched the Knights to search for you."
As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Vifiya behind Isidore. To be more precise, he was looking for Vifiya, and Isidore was just a by-product.
Kaharun couldn't help but close his eyes and sigh, the treatment of the nobles was really good.
At first, Kaharun's voice was sharp and Vifia didn't feel anything. But his natural tone and voice just now made her unmistakable. It was the magician from her previous life.
After a while, Kaharun scratched his head. The noble lady probably already knew that Isidore was a magician, and from his performance just now, she probably guessed that he was also a magician, so there was no need to hide it.
He inquired, "Isidore, how are you going to explain your safe return?"
Isidore was secretly upset that Kahalon had interrupted his conversation with Vifiya, but after hearing his words, he began to think seriously.
The war four hundred years ago forced the entire magic world to regress at least six hundred years. The alien races that used to have close ties with magicians also suffered heavy losses in this war. A giant curtain fell from the sky, blocking the east and west continents. From then on, humans and alien races could no longer communicate.
The Duchess of Duodu is the only alien to step out of the giant screen in the past four hundred years.
Because of the war, there are fewer magicians on this continent. The magicians who were still alive have basically scattered, most of them have changed their identities and no longer care about the affairs of the kingdom.
There were very few magicians left in the kingdom. It was not until two hundred years ago that a few magicians appeared in public and were received with courtesy by royal families of various countries.
Once a magician hiding in the crowd is exposed, it is easy to cause an uproar.
"Of course I'm telling the truth." Vifiya stepped out from behind Isidore.
Kaharun opened his eyes wide, looking shocked. At the same time, he used the moonlight to see Vifiya clearly. Even though she was in a mess and covered in mud, her golden hair was still shining and her red eyes were still gorgeous.
Even Isidore couldn't help but look at her in surprise.
Vifia curled her lips into a smile and spoke casually, "Isidore and I fell into an unfamiliar cave because of the chain golem. It was no different from any other cave. We were lucky and only encountered small monsters like moonlight mice. While we were looking for a way out, we unexpectedly met a kind magician. He was wrapped up tightly, but I could only tell he was a middle-aged man. He kindly took us back to the hills near Lachigo."
Kaharun restrained his expression and said thoughtfully, "A magician wouldn't really help a stranger out of kindness."
Vifiya's red eyes smiled. "Who knows? Perhaps seeing a similar scene brought back memories. Magicians are also human beings."
Kaharun and Isidore looked at each other and confirmed that it was feasible. The matter was half true and half false. As for if the royal family wanted to find this magician, that was the royal family's own business.
Kaharun said to Vifiya: "I forgot to introduce myself, Miss Vifiya, I am Kaharun Aiken."
Vifiya nodded: "I am Vifiya Kesley, nice to meet you."
Kaharun nodded slightly and said to Isidore, "Let's find a more open place. I'll go draw the teleportation array."
When Kaharun was preparing to draw a teleportation array in an open space, a lamp came from afar, moving very fast and was particularly eye-catching in the dark night.
Arnold was holding a candle in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, and the four men met unexpectedly.
Arnold's brown eyes were slightly surprised. "Miss Vifia, and Isidore, why are you here?" He paused and looked at Kaharun. "Who is this? Who is this?"
Arnold remembered that Vifiya had fainted that day and might not remember him. He sheathed his sword and said, "I am Arnold, and a student of Alsayin Academy." He pointed at Isidore and said, "He can prove it."
Vifiya didn't expect to meet Arnold here. Her eyes were soft and smiling. "It's you, that time in the garden. I remember you."
Arnold was slightly startled. He didn't expect that she would remember him with just a glance before fainting. The way she looked at him was not as unattainable as a noble, nor as arrogant as a noble. They looked at each other equally.
Arnold felt suddenly burned by the redness in her eyes.
Isidore glanced sideways, then quickly looked away. She remembered Arnold, but not him. Would she remember him someday? How long would he have to wait?
Weifeiya asked in confusion: "Why are you here so late?"
Arnold turned his head and pointed in a direction: "It's not far from where I live."
Looking at their embarrassed appearance, he lowered his eyes and thought for a while before saying, "If you don't mind, come stay at my place first."
The three of them looked at each other and decided that it would not be appropriate to use the teleportation array in front of Arnold, so they followed Arnold.
Soon, I saw a small wooden house standing alone in the middle of an open field.
Arnold opened the door of the cabin: "Come in."
The furnishings in the room were surprisingly simple: a bed, a table and chairs, a cabinet filled with daily necessities, and a room with a closed door. The candlelight on the table emitted a warm light, which made the deserted room a little warmer.
The four of them made the room a little crowded.
After Arnold asked them to sit down, he poured a glass of water for Vifiya and Isidore, and took out some bread and some chicken pieces.
Vifiya felt strange. They had spent two days in the cave and had not felt hungry at all. Now they felt a little hungry when they saw the food.
She took the food and muttered a thank you.
Treated differently, Kaharun stared at Arnold.
Arnold explained calmly: "Sorry, there are only two cups at home."
Kaharun choked for a moment and scratched his head: "Well, I'm Kaharun Aiken, and I'm also a student at Alsayin Academy."
Arnold's eyes were indifferent: "Why are you here?"
Kaharun put down his hand that was scratching his head and said, "I'm a friend who went to school with Isidore. He disappeared, so naturally I came to look for him. I came here to try my luck."
Although Arnold still had some doubts, he turned around, took out a bowl from the cabinet, and poured water for Kaharun.
Kaharun was stunned, picked up the bowl and started drinking.
Vifiya had not dared to relax at all in the cave before, and had only taken a short rest when she was tired. Now that she relaxed, fatigue swept over her.
Arnold saw that she looked a little distressed and asked, "Do you want your brother to pick you up now?"
Vifiya lowered her eyes. She was extremely tired and didn't want to move after sitting down. As a noble lady, it was normal for her to be willful after experiencing such a thing. She refused categorically: "No, I'm tired."
Arnold just nodded: "Then I'll write a letter and ask them to come tomorrow." He turned around and sat down at the desk next to the bed to write a letter.
Isidore leaned closer to Vifia and whispered, "Would you like to take a nap now?"
Arnold stood up when he heard the voice and put the letter into the envelope: "Do you want to wash up first?"
He handed the letter to Kahalan, who pointed at himself with wide eyes.
"Now is the best place for you to deliver the letter," Arnold explained.
Kaharun looked around and found that he could not refute Arnold's words, so he took his letter and stood up to leave.
Vifiya felt sticky all over and nodded at Arnold.
Arnold turned and went into the closed room. When he came out, he held a piece of clothing in his hand and handed it to Vifiya: "This is my sister's clothes. They are very clean. You can use them first. She won't mind."
After a pause, he should have said that he hoped she didn't mind, after all, she was a noble.
Arnold was annoyed for a moment. It turned out that he shouldn't have meddled in other people's business.
Vifiya took it naturally: "Thank you."
Arnold was stunned for a moment, then took Vifia to the washroom. When he came back, he saw Isidore still looking at the place where Vifia had sat. He continued to walk into the room, took out his clothes, put them on him, sat down and said, "You have to go wash too."
Isidore thought for a moment after hearing this. For magicians, because of their magic research, they would usually be a little dirty, but that was tolerable. Besides, his condition was much better than Vifia's.
He thought about the feasibility of developing cleaning magic so that Vifiya could be clean every day.
Maybe she would give him a surprised smile, maybe even praise him, and thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel much better.
Isidore refused, and Arnold ignored him, leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed.
After a while, Vifiya came back and saw the clothes next to Isidore and reminded him, "You can go wash them."
Upon hearing this, Isidore picked up his clothes and went to wash.
Arnold's sister's clothes were surprisingly fitting.
Vifiya sat down and casually said, "Do you live alone now?"
Arnold nodded and refilled her water: "Well, my sister is not here now."
Vifiya took a sip. No matter in her previous life, she didn't know that Arnold lived in this place, or rather, Arnold never let her know.
She tilted her head, and if she remembered correctly... she asked doubtfully, "Why do you live here? Didn't I remember a murder happened here? And then I heard others say it's haunted?"
Seeing the purity of her crimson eyes, Arnold said, "There's no ghost, it's the people themselves who have the ghost."
He stared at the door and spoke softly, "Although it's a bit far here, it's very quiet. Besides, the house price is low."
Vifiya's brows relaxed and she chuckled, "Is that so? That's not bad either."
It's nice to live alone on a small hill, cultivate some land, grow some vegetables, be free, and let everything go at your own pace.
She was drowsy, and Arnold whispered, "Go to your room and sleep. That's my sister's room."
Upon hearing this, Vifiya said with a smile, "Thank you for what happened before and today."
Arnold was stunned and nodded slightly: "Yeah."
Arnold was the only one left at the table. He looked out the window at the thick night, the towering trees, and the twinkling stars.
In the past, he would never have imagined that one day he would invite aristocrats to his home.
His eyes fell on the flowerpot by the window. Was it because she was about the same age as his sister?
He quickly denied his thoughts. There were many people of the same age as his sister, and she was not the only one.
He shook his head helplessly, thinking of her eyes. It was a different feeling, as if on a scale, his weight was equal to hers.
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