Chapter 205 Lovers
Being hugged.
His palms clasped tightly behind his waist, body warmth seeping in, forcing him forward, along the soft yet rough fabric he held tightly in his palms, until he stumbled completely and was swallowed silently by a strange and deep sea. But he didn't want to struggle. He could no longer "recover."
The culprit buried his face in his shoulder and let out a deep breath: "Sir, I'm so happy..."
He seemed genuinely happy, to the point that his breathing became unusually rapid, as if he was trying to suppress some impulse. Nova blinked, pulled his hand free, and hesitantly patted him on the back.
But the guy's arms tightened more and more, and the professor, who began to feel a dull pain in his bones, finally couldn't stand it anymore. He grabbed the guy's soft golden hair and pulled it without hesitation.
"Let go." The black-haired young man said coldly and ruthlessly, "You're going to hold me so tightly that I can't breathe."
His arms reluctantly loosened. But the next second, the other person held his face again, leaned forward and kissed the corner of his lips, again and again, inducing him to open his mouth due to the slight tingling sensation, as if wanting to feed him something extremely crazy, complex, soft and trembling.
A gentle kiss was accompanied by a vague whisper: "In this case, my dear, I beg you to allow me to exchange my hug for a kiss..."
They stood under the dome of the silent and deserted city hall. The moonlight was refracted by the stained windows, spreading a thin and transparent layer of magnificent light and shadow on the stone bricks, witnessing mankind's ideals, conspiracies, and desire to rebuild or destroy the world for thousands of years, and also clearly reflecting the figures of the two people.
The professor raised his eyelids coldly, leaned back with some effort, and seriously pointed out the absurdity of the situation: "You've already kissed me, and you're still begging me—ugh!"
When he finally broke free again, he looked like a survivor who had suffered a shipwreck and barely surfaced to breathe in the midst of drowning.
"You—that's enough!"
He panted heavily, pressing his palm against the lower half of the man's face, pushing him away. The lack of oxygen made his brain feel dizzy and swollen, and his legs felt a little sore from standing all day. But reason told him not to continue letting the seemingly gentle and harmless water slowly swallow him up.
Even though he covered the other person's mouth, his blue eyes were still full of smiles. The black-haired young man couldn't help but speak faster: "I still have to organize the war preparation meeting materials tonight, and check the blockade situation tomorrow morning. At noon..."
"I know." Azuka lowered his eyes and gently kissed the palm of his old enemy's hand through his glove. Then he smiled at the other man's frown and quickly withdrew his hand from his lips: "After all, I recorded and arranged your itinerary myself."
He loosened his grip, letting the man escape from his arms with his fur flaring. Then he asked leisurely and slowly, "What do you think I'm going to do to you here?"
"Murder?" His old enemy, who was just catching his breath, shot him a sinister look, seemingly exasperated by the kiss. "Perhaps someone will find my suffocated body tomorrow morning."
The savior was silent for a moment: "I'm sorry, this is indeed my fault."
He promised gently and sincerely, "Next time I will definitely give you more time to breathe. Please forgive me."
……asshole.
Nova frowned. The inside of his lip seemed to have been scratched by teeth. He pressed the tip of his tongue, numbed from biting, against it, and felt a slight throbbing pain and a faint sweetness. Someone touched his lips with a finger, and as the faint light faded, the obvious discomfort began to disappear.
"I'll take you back." The blond youth gently grasped his shoulders, intending to harness the wind's power. The professor, already quite accustomed to this mode of transportation, reached out and hugged the youth's neck tightly, lest he fall. However, the youth didn't move. When he looked up in confusion, he calmly tapped his lips with a finger.
"You should kiss me now."
Those clear, beautiful blue eyes made him look incredibly sincere and innocent.
The professor said with a dark face: "Don't push your luck."
"Isn't it okay?" The guy lowered his eyes in grievance, his eyelashes emitting a pale golden glow in the moonlight and trembling pitifully: "I thought we should be considered lovers now, and kisses between lovers should be mutual..."
“…”
The black-haired young man took a deep breath, roughly grabbed the other man's collar, and then kissed the beautifully shaped lips so hard that a clear and loud sound of water was heard in the quiet night.
"Is that all right?" He narrowed his eyes gloomily at the person, as if he was going to beat the person up if he dared to make trouble again.
Not biting just now was his final concession.
"Of course, you did a great job," a certain Mr. Savior immediately praised him. "Even in this area, you are still an unquestionable genius."
Whether he was a genius or not was not an issue for now. The next day at work, the professor keenly noticed that some people, including the protagonists, would secretly look at his lips, and they did so surreptitiously, as if afraid of being discovered. It wasn't really obvious, but for those who knew him well, they could still see some clues.
After all, the tyrant was so pale that he looked like a ghost that would melt in the sun, so even a hint of blood would attract attention, let alone such an imaginative part.
Ole, who quickly reacted, and Maxine, who also reacted after a brief explanation, only rolled their eyes at the savior. However, Greven couldn't help but feel puzzled.
...I don't think I've ever heard that Mr. Nova has a family? But given his personality, he wouldn't do anything like prying into someone's privacy. After all, no matter how serious and eccentric that man was, he was still a handsome and talented young man, and he might even have a passionate girlfriend. But every time he caught a glimpse of those cold, smoky-gray eyes, he felt like he was just imagining things, and even felt inexplicably like he was being disrespectful to that person.
...In short, it is impossible to put that cold face on those loving couples.
The professor himself was completely oblivious to the gazes and entanglements of others. The blockade of the Chamber of Commerce warehouse went smoothly. Due to the late-night operation, many were tied up before they could react, and the protective formation operating in the warehouse was easily broken by the Shadow Chasers. The Chamber of Commerce's directors, upon hearing the news, had a grim expression on their faces, but faced with the army's heavily armed weapons and the threats of the Shadow Chasers, they ultimately gritted their teeth and retreated.
The dockyards were also forcibly requisitioned, and the workers there were required to make simple modifications to the harbor and whaling ships to facilitate maritime defense and combat. All the terrified workers were organized, and the first thing they did was to pay off the wages and salaries that had been owed under various pretexts.
"There's no dock owner, no supervisor, and no director from the Chamber of Commerce." The person who knocked the supervisor down with her fists and demanded their wages was surprisingly a young, red-haired girl. Standing beside her was a smiling, baby-faced young man. "From now on, all workers will be divided into production, technical, and safety supervision teams, and then an internal vote will be held to elect a leader."
"Because of limited means of production right now, wages can only maintain the average market price. But work earns you work points, and enough of them can be exchanged for shares in the shipyard." The workers below began to whisper among themselves, suspecting they were joking. The baby-faced young man, however, looked serious. "This means that once you become a shareholder, you'll have a share of every profit the shipyard makes going forward."
"This group of - bandits! Robbers!" Upon hearing this, the president of the Chamber of Commerce was so angry that he started cursing in the office.
The assassination attempt failed. The Ruskin family's fleet would take about ten days to reach Port Morris. Could they just let these lowly slaves do whatever they wanted until then? Every day the factory and port were shut down meant countless orders and gold coins vanished like water. This was something the Chamber of Commerce could never accept.
For the Chamber of Commerce, these ten days felt like years, but for a new political party, these ten days passed in a flash.
It was not until Greven came to him that Nova remembered that due to time constraints on the day of the meeting, a political party's most basic personnel structure had only been arranged in an extremely simple and crude manner. For example, armaments, propaganda, supervision, and finance were temporarily handled by Greven, Marshilin, Daniga, Ole, and Ashes respectively.
"Mr. Chief."
The black-haired young man was busy with the work at hand. He seemed to be overwhelmed by the pile of documents. It took him a moment to realize that he was being called.
As for a certain god, he temporarily served as the chief's secretary and was calmly sitting on the other side helping people process documents.
Greven came to report on the militia mobilization. He looked quite haggard, and obviously did not expect that the things after the successful riot would be so difficult, complicated and tiring.
"Except for a few civilians who can't make ends meet, few Port Morris residents are willing to join us. Many are beggars and the sick, even requiring us to expend our medical resources to treat them." The brown-haired young man said with a wry smile, "You also said we can't force conscription, so we can only rely on salary to attract people—but honestly, we don't have much money."
"How many have been collected?" The other party did not seem panicked at all.
"This number." Greven silently handed him a form.
"It's better than I thought." After reading it carefully, Nova calmly commented, "Don't worry. First, focus on reforming the army internally and pay attention to military discipline. If you do it well, it will naturally attract people."
Greven was silent for a moment. "...You don't seem to be worried about the Ruskin family's fleet."
The professor narrowed his eyes slightly. He always felt that there was something else in the other person's words: "What do you want to say?"
"The sorcerer beside you—excuse my rudeness." Greven leaned slightly towards Azuka to show that he meant no offense. "If I'm not mistaken, your strength should be at least that of a saint?"
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