Chapter 211 Coax Me
"...You seem to be looking out the window all the time."
The professor was stunned by the unfamiliar voice. He subconsciously raised his eyes, and when he saw Greven's resolute and tough face, he was even stunned for a moment, then realized that the person next to him was not Azuka.
Azra the Windrunner brought some bad news.
—The mountains are crazy.
This description left both of them baffled. No matter how powerful the savior was, he couldn't understand what each of his screaming chickens' strange cries meant, and they could only guess based on body movements.
Azra first leaped up and down in the clouds, his claws stretched straight, his wings raised above his head, looking rather comical. The professor was still wondering if this was some kind of epileptic seizure when he noticed the dragon's owner beside him raise an eyebrow. "Are these giant deer raised by the Natalin people?"
The dragon hummed in appreciation and lunged excitedly toward a mountain-sized cloud. But as it lunged forward, it strained its neck in the opposite direction, as if there were some kind of pull. This time, the professor answered first: "The giant deer began to run in droves toward Asaqi Peak, ignoring the Natalin people's obstruction."
He frowned and exchanged glances with Azuka: "Like... those gray-backed shrews?"
...and a clever human at that. Azra hummed reluctantly, indicating that the other party was right.
Now, the dragon thought angrily, it was only taking a nap in the Asaqi Valley, and its master would join the others in laying dragon eggs and hatching dragonlets. Maybe then he would turn against it and drive it away, not letting it stay near its lair, leaving it to wander around alone, just like the adult dragons did to grown-up adolescent dragons...
——You must know that dragons are extremely possessive creatures, especially during the mating season. Any creature, even a rabbit, will be regarded as an enemy that covets the dragon's partner and treasure, and needs to be eliminated.
"...Ezra, is there anything else?" Azuka helplessly reminded Screaming Chicken not to be dazed - by the way, the expression changes on his dragon's face were a little too varied.
Next, he and his nemesis watched Long laboriously perform a series of scenes, including fish landing on the shore, mice scurrying, and birds flying into trees. Although Long's performance was hilarious, the expressions on their faces gradually became serious.
When they returned to the safe house in Port Morris, the professor was the first to speak: "You need to go back to Assachi Valley."
The Natalin's God-favored One slowly exhaled: "It seems so."
"...If you need any help, let me know." The black-haired young man stared expressionlessly out the window at the deep night. In the distance, tiny lights flickered gently. Those were the fishermen mending their nets during the night.
He slowly closed his eyes at the reflections of the two people on the glass window: "There's no one else but me who can go with you."
Port Morris had just experienced a war, the first battle that had made the People's Party famous. With so much to do, the Chief, the backbone of the party, was already overwhelmed. He couldn't leave his work, and even tonight was a reluctant way to "relax."
The person standing behind him was silent for a moment, then suddenly reached out from behind, forcing him to lift his chin, allowing the back of his head to rest against their shoulder. Those blue eyes, always smiling, lowered gently, like the shimmering ocean, conveying a sense of reassurance that as long as this person was there, everything would be solved.
The Savior sighed softly, "Are you feeling guilty about not being able to accompany me?"
"...From a rational perspective, this is the best choice." His nemesis frowned, thought for a moment, and then answered frankly, "From an emotional perspective, yes."
A wonderful warmth rose from deep within his chest, melting his heart into sticky honey that flowed everywhere in the sunlight.
Azuka couldn't help but gently rub the delicate and soft pale skin on the other person's jaw with his fingers. He put his arm around the waist calmly and pulled the person into his arms.
He simply lowered his head and kissed the other person's eyes, his voice incredibly gentle: "Don't worry, I'll take care of it. If you have any problems, please contact me using the multi-function communicator immediately."
"Of course, if you have nothing to say, please talk to me more," he added, "I want to listen."
It was a very reasonable request, and the professor responded seriously and solemnly: "Okay."
Azuka couldn't help but pull his arms together, hugging the man tighter from behind. His voice was buried in the dark-haired young man's shoulder, sounding a little muffled: "Eat well, sleep well, don't drink too much coffee - and remember to think of me."
"……Um."
Someone continued to press the issue: "Be careful of that Graven. The way he looks at you is gradually reminiscent of your past life..."
"According to the information you revealed to me, in my previous life, Greven was a loyal subordinate of mine. This completely contradicts the warning to 'be careful.' I don't understand this logical connection." Nova couldn't help but frown, refuting the logical flaw in this person's words. "And regarding the eye contact issue, it's a subjective feeling that lacks direct evidence—hmm!"
He was dazed by the kiss on his chin, and when he was finally released, panting, he heard the guy rubbing his face and sighing, "Sir, I'm jealous."
“…”
The other party taught him very seriously: "As a lover, at this time you just need to agree to me."
Nova was silent for a moment, staring at him hesitantly: "Is that so?"
"yes."
The guy whispered softly in his ear with a calmness that would be extremely shocking to ordinary people: "My dear, I really don't like your eyes lingering on anyone other than me. If possible, I really want to create a private hotbed for you, just for you and me, and then lock you up, let you look at me, only at me, until I become your only desire..."
The professor raised his eyebrows at him suspiciously.
"...But I can't." The savior sighed with regret. "Stars can't fully burn beneath layers of impenetrable mud. Rather than extinguishing the stars, I'd rather be your own wind, helping you escape the pull of gravity and granting you the freedom to shine brightly."
"So please coax me." He kissed his eyes and begged in a low voice, looking very docile and aggrieved: "Tell me that you will only belong to me, at least at this moment..."
"It hasn't rained today." The black-haired chief sitting at the desk suddenly said.
Greven was stunned for a moment. He wanted to try to understand the deeper meaning of the other person's words, but when he found that he was completely unable to understand, he could only answer cautiously based on the literal meaning: "The clouds are very dark. Maybe we have to wait until evening, or tomorrow morning."
The other party hummed calmly and calmly brought the conversation back on track. "Tomorrow we'll be holding a memorial service on the coast. We'll be distributing compensation and publicly executing a group of people who took advantage of the situation to cause unrest in the harbor. You'll be the one presiding."
Hearing this, Greven suddenly gave the black-haired youth a deep look. This was a good opportunity to win his heart. But he didn't say much, just silently accepting the other party's kindness.
As the tasks continued to proceed in an orderly fashion, Greven's mind wandered. Before becoming a slave, he was just a country boy working for nobles and landowners. Huijin, on the other hand, had seen the world and, it was said, had interacted with many influential figures. As for why he had become a slave, the solemn middle-aged man was reluctant to elaborate.
But no one had ever been exposed to such things as "how to establish a political party or even how to govern a city", so their chief had been extremely busy recently, teaching a group of novices hand in hand. This also led to Greven having to deal with the mysterious sorcerer named Azuka - or god - more often.
The man had an impressive face, a perpetually flawless smile. Initially, Greven worried about the possibility of divine punishment should he ever anger the god. But after spending time with him, he realized the god was, at best, indifferent, exerting a powerful aura when he approached Mr. Nova, but never deliberately giving him a hard time when it came to serious matters.
Moreover, this god had no airs of a deity, or even any airs at all. Even the bishops in the temple and the petty nobles in the town were much more arrogant than them. He even witnessed the god washing the cutlery and dishes himself, boiling milk in a small copper pot, adding sugar and tasting it with a spoon - and finally, the cup of hot milk appeared in the hands of the chief gentleman.
According to Mr. Nova's theory, God is human, but this was the first time Greven experienced this so clearly and personally—and then it suddenly dawned on him. In fact, God had never concealed this at all, but Greven had never dared to think about it in this way.
——These two are probably in a romantic relationship.
...Then the hostility was easy to understand, Greven thought with a wry smile. The sincere gratitude, admiration, and loyalty he felt after having his life and soul completely saved, before even having time to ferment, were met with the unusually sharp and cold silent warning from the gods, forbidding him to take even a single step forward.
The sound of knuckles tapping on the table brought Greven back to his senses. After meeting those smoky gray eyes, he quickly apologized for his distraction and received a cold nod.
"I know you've been tired lately." The professor looked at him seriously, carefully observing his expressions. "If the workload is too heavy, you can ask me for assistance. Pushing on all the time will affect your work efficiency. It's my responsibility to assess your level of acceptance."
"No, I was just distracted." Greven was stunned for a moment and quickly rejected the other party. Their chief was already exhausted. To ease the atmosphere, he simply made a joke: "We were all distracted just now, weren't we?"
"Indeed." The black-haired young man was silent for a moment, then apologized neatly and expressionlessly: "I was thinking about someone just now. I was wrong. I'm sorry."
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