Chapter 222 Gift
Azuka was woken up by someone slapping her on the face.
To be precise, it wasn't a pat. The other person's movements were very light. The slightly cool fingertips touched his cheek tentatively, and then slid down a little to feel the steady beating pulse on the side of his neck.
Azuka: “…”
As a battle-hardened warrior, being so bluntly touched in the vitals was truly...too stimulating. Without even opening his eyes, he precisely grasped the man's wrist.
"Good morning, dear."
The spring morning sunlight was faint, creating a thin, itchy sensation on the skin. The Savior's pale golden eyelashes trembled, causing even the slowly spreading blue to reflect a soft, clear ripple.
He chuckled softly in the sunlight: "What bad things are you planning to do to me?"
"...Good morning." His nemesis sat condescendingly on top of him, one hand on his neck and the other on the side of his own neck. He glanced at him coldly and said, "I didn't do anything wrong."
"Why is your heartbeat so fast?" The guy suddenly frowned, somewhat dissatisfied and accused him, "I was counting my pulse to determine whether the alcohol had been metabolized completely, but now the reference value has become inaccurate."
...For a moment, Azuka really wanted to turn over and pin the man under him, letting the big devil who was riding on him and showing off his power experience for himself what "a faster heartbeat" meant.
But Melda's family was obviously awake. Through the thin floor, they could hear the muffled sounds of footsteps and voices downstairs, as well as the sizzling sound of butter melting in a pan.
In the end, he just sighed, and then the professor felt a sudden heaviness on his nose. He was stunned for a moment, and instinctively reached out to touch it, but he touched something very familiar, something that had been with him for many years.
Glasses.
The slender and exquisite silver frame has a simple and elegant style and is inlaid with highly transparent flat glass, but the mirror in the hands of the male protagonist is naturally not an ordinary flat mirror.
"It has similar functions to a photo stone, but is more secretive and convenient. It can shoot, record, and magnify... and it's also drop-proof."
A certain omnipotent savior was calmly demonstrating the specific operation to others, and then he saw the eyes of the black-haired young man becoming brighter and brighter, so bright that it was astonishing.
"Like?" His eyes softened.
"I like it." Another person replied very frankly: "It's very useful. Thank you, it helps a lot."
After putting on the glasses, the scholarly aura on his body became more prominent, and it also somewhat concealed the overly sharp sense of oppression.
"I heard it last night." Then Azuka saw his old enemy suddenly turn his head, and the smoky gray eyes behind the glasses looked at him without blinking.
The guy praised him seriously: "You sing very well, too. I like it."
The blond youth stared at the man for a moment with an unsettling expression, then suddenly smiled. His smile was so gentle it was almost disorienting. If Maxine and Ole were here, they would probably have felt a chill run down their spines and would have stood three meters away.
The Savior's pronunciation became noticeably softer, as if to tempt him: "Then, could you please... reward me a little more?"
"What do you want?" Nova looked at him blankly. A kiss? No, this guy would kiss and ask for it. Furthermore, given his personality, he wouldn't simply take advantage of the situation to exchange for a "reward" of this magnitude.
Then he heard the other party make a somewhat unexpected request: "When you have time, would you be willing to teach me your native language? The language of your true homeland?"
From a perspective unseen by others, the savior's eyes darkened. His lover was a traveler from another world, a lost and solitary bird. He never wanted to experience even a single moment again, helplessly watching as someone communicated with a being he had never known, using a language he couldn't understand.
...That was a past that he could not touch even with all his might.
"You want to learn Chinese?" The professor frowned slowly.
But it seems reasonable.
"Of course, I'll adjust my schedule—but it's difficult," he warned carefully in advance. Even for non-native speakers on Earth, learning Chinese is hellish.
Hearing this, the other party paused and gave him a slightly reserved smile: "I will be a smart and studious student, Professor."
Those blue eyes curved slightly in gentleness: "...I promise."
…
"Are you going to Skua Wharf?" At the breakfast table, after hearing the destination of these people, York's expression suddenly became a little strange.
He turned to look at the red-haired girl beside him and pleaded, "Sister Marcylin, take me with you. I will go with you."
Maxine looked at her always well-behaved and reliable brother with some surprise: "We are not going there to have fun. What are you doing at Jaguar Wharf?"
The boy's voice became softer, and he lowered his head, seeming a little shy. "I, I heard that the Curtain and Nightingale Repertory Theatre will be touring at Jaeger Wharf soon, and I want to go and see it..."
The Curtain and Nightingale Repertory Theatre is a recently rising troupe of wandering theatre, most famous for its production of "The Rose and the Death." The actress, "Miss Nightingale," who plays the lead role of Princess Aurora, has achieved immense fame, becoming the dream lover of countless people. It's said that even the most influential figures in the royal city are inviting them to perform for His Majesty the King.
"My brother insisted he had seen Miss Nightingale from afar!" said Daisy, the youngest, as she broke the bread with great concentration and dropped it into the soup to soften it. Without hesitation, she told her brother off: "His face was so red that day!"
York's face flushed red: "Daisy!"
The other girl secretly stuck out her tongue and hid behind the professor. Perhaps it was because of the grilled mackerel last night that Ole had fallen out of favor this morning, and the little girl had become a loyal, stumbling tail behind the tyrant.
"Go, go." Mrs. Melda said with a smile, looking lovingly at her adopted son who finally had a childlike appearance. "It's rare for York to want something - don't worry, I can handle it at home, and everyone else will help me."
Maxine glanced at the professor awkwardly. The professor paused, gracefully wiped the soup stains from his lips, and then stared at York, who looked somewhat bewildered, with an expressionless face.
"Do you know the situation near the Kasa Strait?"
"I know everything," the young man said firmly. He stared at the other person warily. This guy, who looked like he couldn't fight, was actually the boss among all of them?!
"I grew up here, and my dad was the best helmsman around here," he emphasized. "I can count the number of docks and undercurrents in the Kasa Strait with my eyes closed."
The professor lowered his head incredulously: "Take him with you."
But soon York felt slapped in the face.
"Why are you asking this?" The young man was stumped by the question again, feeling angry and guilty, and even suspected that the other party was deliberately looking for trouble.
This guy's questions were numerous, complex, and all kinds of strange. At first, he could still answer them, but as the questions got deeper, even Sister Marcylin couldn't answer them.
"Collecting intelligence." The black-haired young man replied lazily while writing furiously on paper.
York was confused for a moment by the man's matter-of-fact attitude. After finally realizing what he was saying, his eyes widened. "Wait, why are you collecting intelligence?"
This guy really has bad intentions! He thought angrily, who in his right mind would go out of their way to gather such intel?
What's more, this guy was wearing glasses and looked like a cultured person. Cultured meant having money or power, like the town tax collector or the ship owner who made things difficult for the sailors - these people were the worst.
The other party glanced at him coldly, his tone still calm: "Same as what you are going to do."
York's eyes suddenly widened, and under his sister's suspicious gaze, he shouted loudly and boastfully: "W-What are you talking about! What are you talking about?!"
Unfortunately, he was too young and inexperienced, and his performance was too exaggerated, even a little stuttering, which made his attempt to cover up the truth even more obvious.
"York? What are you hiding from me?" Marcylin suddenly sensed something was wrong and grabbed her brother's ear—though she was careful to control her strength. "Aren't you going to see a play?!"
Yorkton felt aggrieved: "Sister Mashilin, why do you believe him and not me?"
Unfortunately, this trick of moral kidnapping doesn't work on the warrior girl.
"He never makes mistakes," the red-haired girl said mercilessly. "You'd better confess the truth immediately, otherwise..."
She narrowed her eyes and shook her fist threateningly in front of her brother.
Now the other party finally became discouraged and obedient.
After hearing everything confessed, the corners of Maxine's mouth twitched. She stared speechlessly at her brother, who thought he was the least of her worries. "...So you're secretly working for the Seamen's Union at Jaguar Wharf?"
"It's just a message! I still have a little money to support my family!" York stressed nervously, "Uncle Qiao Ya, the union team leader, is my father's best friend. He won't affect my family at all!"
The red-haired girl was silent for a moment, then suddenly sighed.
She said slowly, "Did you hear that all the gangs at Jaguar Wharf were taken down a while ago and a new boss was appointed?"
"It seems so." York said puzzledly: "Uncle Qiao Ya wrote to me saying that the new boss is very powerful and good at fighting, but he never intervenes in other people's affairs, so his influence is not great... Uh, no way."
Under her brother's shocked stare, Maxine pointed at herself with her thumb and smiled brightly and proudly, "Yes, I'm the new boss who's very powerful and good at fighting, but never interferes in other people's affairs."
York: “…”
York: “???”
“As expected of Sister Marcylin…” he muttered dully.
His characteristic is that he is particularly good at speaking with his fists.
York suddenly realized what was happening and turned his head to look at the black-haired young man who was watching the show calmly. "Then who is he?"
"The most important guest at Skua Wharf." Maxine shrugged. "Here to... uh, turn this place upside down?"
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