Chapter 92: Bad Personal Emotional Entanglement
"Why can't I do that?" Darien asked back.
The noodles in the pot began to bubble up because the stirring had stopped. Seville's hands were burned by the heat and he finally continued stirring.
Darien watched his hands stirring stiffly again and again, waiting patiently for the answer.
"I understand. Of course you can do this. I belong to you. The contract clearly states my ownership. You have the right to touch every part of my body and order me to do anything. As long as you order, I will do anything for you. I don't need your order, just a look from you..." Seville said affectionately.
"I smell a burnt smell. Are the noodles stuck to the bottom of the pot?" Darien turned his head away, his face flushed, and did not respond directly to such an answer.
Seville quickly looked down and saw that the noodles in the pot had completely melted into a paste. The bottom was burnt and squeaking, and there was indeed a strong smell of burnt food.
This enamel pot is completely unusable. I wonder what kind of screams will erupt in the kitchen when Mrs. Fitch comes back tonight.
"I messed up." Sewell sighed at the dark bottom of the pot. "Please wait a moment. This time I will concentrate on cooking a perfect pot of noodles in another pot."
"Mrs. Fitch will never let you go." Darien's eyes also fell on the black bottom of the pot. Half an hour ago, it was so smooth that you could see a person's reflection in it.
"I'm not going to tell Mrs. Fitch that I didn't notice the noodles in the pot because I was thinking about you," said Sewell.
"Are you threatening me or seducing me?" Darien turned his head to look at him.
"I was trying to seduce you." Sewell sighed again, "But obviously, I failed."
"It's not very good." Darien put down the burnt pot. "But I admit, it still tempted me."
He moved closer to Sewell, ripped down his collar, pried open his lips and kissed him.
It smells like lavender lemonade.
The kiss didn't last long. Darien didn't want Sevier to know that he was only touching lips. Kissing too deeply or too long would reveal that he didn't know anything.
"You smell like lavender and lemon, like summer." Sewell licked his lips.
"Don't think I don't understand." Darien stood up and walked away. "Are you saying I'm delicious?"
"I didn't say that. Would you like some more noodles?" Sewell said. "I can use another pot and be more careful this time."
"Forget it. One pot is enough. If you add another pot, Mrs. Fitch will blow the ceiling off." Darien rejected this idea that sounded bad.
"What about roast lamb and some fresh fruit? You can't just have some buttered bread for lunch." Seville looked at him with concern.
"You have to promise not to set fire to the whole kitchen. I can't afford it," said Darien.
"I'll be careful. Can you sit over there and drink your lemonade and wait patiently? It'll only take a moment," said Sewell.
"Are you saying I have the power to unsettle you?" Darien asked. "Or more obviously, you think I'm seducing you?"
"I didn't say that," Sewell said.
"Your expression says it all." Darien glared at him.
"You're right. My patience is very low, and you always make me unable to control myself." Seville sighed for the umpteenth time today.
"I'll stay away from you. You can go roast the lamb now." Darien coughed lightly, picked up the lemonade and sat in the farthest seat.
The subsequent cooking went smoothly. Without the temptation of Mr. Wizard, Mr. Crow easily fried the lamb marinated in wine and rosemary until both sides were browned, and placed it in front of Mr. Wizard along with half a glass of wine.
Mr. Wizard had already drunk a bellyful of lemonade, and he found it difficult to eat the roasted lamb in front of him.
Although the golden lamb was fried very tenderly and garnished with a sprig of rosemary and half a piece of buttered garlic, giving off a tempting aroma and with a good texture and taste, he only ate two slices before stopping.
"Is it because it doesn't taste good enough?" asked Seville, who was sitting opposite.
"No, I'm full." Darien burped, feeling as if all the lemonade in his stomach had turned into bubbles and was vomited out.
"Do you need help?" Sewell asked politely.
"Want me to feed you?" Darien asked.
"Is it okay?" Seville didn't expect there would be an unexpected surprise.
"No." Darien pushed the plate over and felt relieved when he saw Savior's disappointed look.
Sewell used his fork to quickly clear all the food on the plate, even the cooked garlic next to it.
"I only have one request of you now," said Darien.
"What?" Sewell moved closer to him.
"You are not allowed to kiss me, your mouth smells like garlic. Now add one more thing, you are not allowed to talk to me, and stay away from me." Darien pushed him away.
Sewell went to find tea leaves and salt water to rinse his mouth with, and chewed two mint leaves.
Darien didn't wait for the garlic smell to dissipate before he left the kitchen and headed towards the country road outside.
The Stemino Plain was full of beautiful scenery. Darien walked slowly. He didn't intend to go anywhere, but just wanted to see if Seville would catch up in time.
Near the farmhouse was a large meadow with undulating slopes and no other low trees. There was a huge sycamore tree standing on the slope not far away, and Darien walked in that direction.
The tree looked very close, but it was actually quite a distance away, far enough for Darien to think about many things.
Darien felt that many things had changed.
He did not agree to Sevier's confession, but he began to be willing to accept Sevier's seduction. Although the experience was good, it was also terrible at the same time.
The bad thing is that before the most important thing is completed, he has no way to guarantee his safe return, and naturally he has no way to make a promise to Seville.
He had been waiting for a long time and had found his successor. If he could not come back, the tower would be handed over to Seville. Seville knew where everything in the tower was, including his precious recipe book. Everything was originally perfect.
It was just a little personal emotional entanglement.
He felt that there was nothing to explain to Sewell, it would be a strange thing to explain, he had not intended for anyone to know, just that he would disappear on an ordinary morning, maybe come back or maybe disappear forever.
Darien's thoughts stopped when he walked to the huge sycamore tree. He looked up at the huge tree. The crown was very tall and had many branches. Maybe he could climb up.
He thought so and tried it. When he sat on the lowest branch, he saw a small black dot coming from the farmhouse in the distance, getting closer and closer.
A strange feeling of joy suddenly emerged from Darien's heart. He desperately discovered that he was actually very easily moved. As long as someone could like him wholeheartedly, he would be attracted to that person.
This is not a good idea, as it will make him seem unreserved.
"Dear master, the scenery here is very beautiful." Sewell looked up at him and said.
"You can see very far from here. Do you want to come up?" Darien asked.
"I'd be happy to accept your invitation." Sewell smiled.
Darien watched him climb up easily, with two more wrinkles on his shirt.
"Say that to me again," he said to Sewell.
"Which one?" Sewell was very stupid at this moment.
"No, you'd better grow wings and fly away in front of me now." Darien snorted.
"I love you, Darien. Will you respond to my love? No words are needed, just a gentle kiss will be enough." Sevier said.
"I can't give you a definite answer right now," Darien said, "but I want to kiss you."
"I know your answer." Seville turned sideways and begged for a kiss.
Darien touched his lips perfunctorily, a very light kiss.
"I will leave the tower in a while to do something very important." He said after the kiss.
"Where are you going?" asked Sewell.
"I can't tell you for now. Anyway, I'm going to be away for a while and may never come back." Darien said.
"Is it something important?" Seville held his hand tightly, a little too tightly, as if he was afraid that he would suddenly disappear from his side.
"Yes, it's a very important matter. I have to go. If everything goes well, I will be back in just a week. When I come back..." Darien didn't continue. He couldn't make any vague promises.
"I'll go with you," said Sewell.
He rarely used such sentences when speaking to Darien, and his usual sentence structure should be interrogative rather than affirmative.
"No, this is my business and has nothing to do with you. You shouldn't get involved." Darien shook his head.
"I'll go with you," Sevier repeated.
"I've already clearly rejected you." Darien said expressionlessly.
"I don't want to take any risk of losing you. If we are destined to part ways, then only death can stop me from pursuing you." Sewell said very seriously.
So Darien kicked him off the tree.
Fortunately, he was a crow with wings, and fortunately, the branch was not high from the ground... In short, Sewell did not fall in a very ugly way.
After recovering their composure, they returned to a friendly atmosphere and walked back to the farmhouse together, trying to save a blackened pot bottom before Mrs. Fitch returned.
They were unsuccessful, and Darien accidentally burned a hole through the bottom of the pot with the reagent.
Mrs. Fitch did let out a loud scream when she saw the pot, and then they all held a simple funeral for the pot. It will sleep forever on the land of Stemino Plain and live forever in Mrs. Fitch's heart.
The next few days of travel were pleasant, and neither Darien nor Sevier took the initiative to mention the short absence again.
The vacation ended happily and they returned to the tower.
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