Chapter 111 Braiding
The magic tool given to him by the savior had no name. The professor asked the other party when he was free, and the man said that he was the owner of the magic tool now and could name it himself.
Nova thought for a moment. "Space Folding Technology Integration and Temperature Control System Integrated Two-Way Communication Device No. 1. Yours is No. 2."
Azuka: “…”
He suggested gently, "You could choose a name that's... less explicit."
Only after magic tools entered the market did names directly indicating their effects appear, such as the Image Stone. Meanwhile, the higher-level magic tools used by sorcerers were often named things like "Angia's Guardian" and "Scarlet Tears." After all, these were to be used as fodder for bards' creations after they became famous, so they had to be catchy and appealing. Even as a highly enlightened local sorcerer, the Savior couldn't help but twitch his lips with desire.
He could imagine how much of a headache this would be for future bards.
"I understand what you mean. These are just the full academic terms, and the part about space magic will cause unnecessary trouble." The professor looked serious. "In non-academic contexts, you can simply call them Multi-Function Communicator No. 1 and Multi-Function Communicator No. 2."
"...As long as you like it." Azuka sighed softly. Seeing that the guy looked like he wanted to completely dismantle the magic tool for research, he immediately changed the subject: "Would you like to help me put on my... 'Multi-Function Communicator No. 2'?"
The professor paused and said, "Okay, where do you want to wear it?"
The Savior gently asked back, "Where do you want me to wear it?"
Nova looked at him carefully - he was undoubtedly a very handsome man, with golden hair like brilliant sunlight. Compared with when they first met, the other party's outline had begun to have the depth unique to adult Natalin men, but it still retained the breathtaking, mysterious and broad soft beauty.
"What are you looking at?" The other person squints his eyes at him.
The professor looked away and replied coldly, "I remember that the Natalin people have a traditional custom of braiding polished minerals and corals into their hair."
Azuka chuckled softly, "If you'd like to braid my hair, of course you can."
"...I'm not sure. I've never had long hair, and I haven't come into contact with this knowledge." If human hair didn't have excellent heat-preserving properties, the professor would have wanted to shave his head to avoid wasting time taking care of it.
Finally, he finally found the cool hair of another person in his hand. The soft golden hair wrapped around his fingertips had a bright and delicate luster, and felt like the finest silk, obviously carefully cared for by its owner.
Nova hesitated for a moment. "Should I tie a hangman's knot or a bowline's knot? The former gets tighter and tighter, and won't come loose even under tremendous tension. The latter is often used to secure sails to the bow of a ship, and it's simpler and sturdier."
Azuka: “…”
Her Royal Highness the Princess suddenly began to sweat about her hair.
"A simple three-strand braid will do." He replied cautiously and gently. "I won't let anyone touch my hair except you, regardless of whether it's strong or not."
——There were some people among the people I used to know who were impatient, but they all got beaten up by him anyway.
The final location he chose for the braid was convenient and hidden by his ear. His nemesis was face to face with him, so close that he could clearly sense his slightly restrained breathing. He was concentrating on his work, his movements were a little stiff, but the force was very gentle, as if he was afraid to hurt him.
If I move closer now, I can probably easily kiss the corner of the other person's mouth, which is tightly pursed with concentration.
The man's lips were pale, with an unhealthy lack of color. Perhaps a little gentle polishing could make them look lively - but no, it was not the time yet.
Kissing the forehead could be explained by custom and blessing, and kissing the palm of the hand was also explained by the guy with inexplicable reasons - but kissing was too obvious, he really didn't want to hear the other party blurt out something... like "Even if we don't become lovers, it won't affect our partnership" or other irritating words.
Nova, completely unaware of the Savior's thoughts, suddenly said, "Your hair has grown longer than when you left Asachi Valley."
Azuka came back to her senses and said, "It has indeed grown a bit. It now reaches my shoulders."
He tilted his head slightly, looking at the other person with a smile in his eyes, letting the golden hair slide down the side of his face: "Do you think it needs to be cut shorter?"
The black-haired young man raised his eyelids and looked at him seriously for a moment. Just when Azuka thought he was going to make a comment, he heard his old enemy ask greedily, "If you want to cut your hair short, can you give me all the hair you cut off?"
He added, "You said that a warlock's hair contains magical power and can be used as a medium for casting spells. I have some experiments to do."
The professor said that he had been coveting this for a long time.
Azuka: “…”
"Let's keep it for now," the magician replied with a smile, though there was a hint of gnashing of teeth in his voice. "I suddenly think long hair looks good too."
——Speaking of which, this guy suddenly agreed to braid his hair, maybe he also has some other bad intentions.
Sure enough, after the other party finally braided the "Multi-Function Communicator No. 2" into his hair, he began to observe his hands carefully without any concealment.
"...You don't lose your hair?"
The Savior could have sworn he heard some kind of frustration in it.
He sighed deeply, deftly smoothed out some of the hair ends with his fingers, and cut off a piece directly with the wind blade.
"Here you go," Azuka handed it to the man helplessly, watching as his eyes suddenly lit up like a cat smelling fish. "If you need anything, you can ask me directly. Besides health and coffee, when have I ever refused you?"
Nova quickly thanked him and carefully placed the hair into a small, locked box. When he looked up again, he saw the God's Favored One staring at him with a half-smile. After a moment's thought, he suddenly realized, "Your hair looks great even when it's longer."
The Savior looked a little surprised. "I thought you didn't care whether it looked good or not?"
"I have a normal aesthetic sense." Nova gave him a puzzled look. "For example, you are very beautiful. You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in both worlds."
It’s just that aesthetics is usually not within his scope of thinking.
"...You are really good at coaxing people." Azuka looked at him helplessly. Sometimes it was very irritating, and sometimes it always made him feel soft in his heart - the most hateful thing was that no matter what, the other party always looked ignorant and unaware, which made people feel so angry.
It was at this time that Ole appeared - jumping out of the window was really not a good habit. Nova was startled by him, and after reacting, he found that someone had blocked him behind him.
The assassin's body still reeked of blood and was freezing cold. Snow melted down the heels of his boots, leaving a large, dirty puddle on the ground.
His voice was equally chilling. "The Silver Helmet Knight has located the Shadow Chaser's nearest temporary base. Someone is lying in ambush on the route out of White Tower Town, including a powerful Lord Prayer-level warrior."
His face looked extremely grim, and blood was flowing from the fingertips of one arm to the ground. He couldn't tell whether it was the enemy's or his own.
Ole gritted his teeth, his pupils shrinking with anger and fear: "If I hadn't arrived in time, those bastards..."
Azuka asked, "How is the injury?"
"I'm fine." He took a deep breath and accepted the treatment from his companions: "Those silver-helmeted knights are dead."
"Too impatient." Azuka frowned and rebuked him mercilessly, "You have a weak spot, and besides you, the Shadow Chasers are weak and inexperienced right now. It's not the time to openly confront the Imperial family."
Leading people into the forest is one thing, but killing the Silver Helmet Knight of the Lord's Prayer level is another matter. I am afraid that it will cause crazy revenge from the royal family.
"...I understand." Orel whispered, "But I couldn't help it. Do you know that they almost died in front of me again? I—!"
He gritted his teeth and swallowed the unfinished words, then suddenly turned to look in Nova's direction.
"I owe you one." The assassin leader's expression was stiff, but he still promised in a firm and deep voice, "As long as it's within my ability and does not violate my moral bottom line, I will do my best to help you do something."
"Words are not enough." The professor looked at him expressionlessly. "What if you want to renege on your debt?"
The other party seemed a little irritated by him: "Do you think I am like you-"
But under the gaze of those emotionless silver-gray eyes, Ole finally swallowed the harsh words and said in a low voice, "I can swear on the Okansele River that I will sign a soul contract with you."
"Very good." The professor nodded with satisfaction. "I do need you to help me with something."
The assassin leader came to his senses and looked at him suspiciously. Could this man be colluding with the Silver Helmet Knight to defraud him? But if he said this out loud, he would definitely be met with a lot of ridicule and ridicule. Maybe his crazy friend would even beat him up.
So he wisely kept his mouth shut and tried to see something from the other person - but this made him discover something was wrong.
Ole slowly narrowed his eyes.
A new exquisite magic tool appeared on the tyrant's chest, which was obviously a pair with the one on his friend's ear. When they met a few days ago, the other party was not wearing this thing, so the origin of the magic tool was obvious.
He glanced at his friend, "Magic tool, did you make it?"
The other party replied calmly, "Yes, Multi-function Communicator No. 1 and Multi-function Communicator No. 2."
"...What the hell?" The assassin's expression twisted. "What the hell is this name?!"
"The name I chose is just for non-academic use. The more academic full name is 'Space Folding Technology Integration and Temperature Control System Integrated Two-Way Communication Device.'" The professor interrupted coldly, "Do you have any objections?"
The author has something to say:
The space folding technology integration and temperature control system integrated two-way communication device (reading it in one breath made me tired) is something I made up, don’t take it seriously, it’s definitely not a piece of cake!
Hangman's knot: As the name suggests, it is the knot used when hanging.
Bollinger knot: a very versatile knot, mostly used in rock climbing and firefighting rescue
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