Chapter 379 Illness
"Ah, good evening." Marcyline blinked.
She knew that His Majesty had some strange obsessive-compulsive disorder, for example, he would always start his greetings with "Good morning, good afternoon, and good evening." The red-haired girl looked at the man's pale face anxiously and asked, "Are you feeling better?"
The other party seemed to be a little slow: "...I'm fine, don't worry."
"I still have a low-grade fever."
A hand suddenly covered the black-haired young man's forehead. Azuka, who had appeared beside the two of them at some point, reached out and touched the professor's neck, frowning at the obviously hot temperature.
It was still too much of a stretch. He sighed and wrapped the man up more tightly. Honestly, Azuka didn't want anyone to come to the front lines. The professor's body was inherently flawed, and the environment in the North was too harsh. Even with layers of magical tools and spells protecting him, he'd still get a fever if he wasn't careful.
But no one can persuade him. In order to achieve his goals, this man is so eloquent that he is extremely hateful.
"...That's for drinking hot tea." Nova felt uncomfortable being stared at by the two. He huddled himself in the blanket and retorted sullenly while holding the teacup: "I'm fine. I think I can continue working."
——Then he met the savior's blue eyes, which were emitting a faint glow in the dim room. At this moment, they were slightly narrowed, revealing something extremely dangerous.
It was still quite scary when the smile on this person's face completely disappeared.
professor:"……"
He immediately changed his words expressionlessly: "I'm not good. Please allow me to strike for another day."
It's true... there's always a way. Marcylin, standing by, shook her head, suppressed a smile, and silently took off her cold cloak, draping it on the hook at the door, trying to stay as far away from people as possible.
"There's hot tea on the table, and freshly cooked puffin soup with dry bread." Azuka said lightly, and at the same time used the airflow to sweep away the remaining snow on the man's body and hair and threw it into the fire.
The red-haired girl's eyes suddenly lit up. She had been hungry for a long time, but she had just kept it to herself. It had been the same in her previous life. Due to her unique constitution, she was always hungry, never quite getting enough to eat. When she was starving, she would easily feel dizzy and weak. During those days in the army, when they were so poor they could barely chew their shoes, her two best friends would always secretly save a portion of their rations for her, and later they would always remember to save some food for her.
As for now - it is really a wonderful thing to come back from the snow and ice and have a bowl of steaming hot soup to drink.
"The professor ordered it," the Savior added gently, "He said you would probably come back early today."
Maxine turned in surprise. He was huddled in a chair, wrapped in a thick blanket that nearly buried him. He sipped hot tea in small sips. A white mist completely enveloped his once sharp features, making them look furry.
The tyrant frowned slightly from his discomfort, yet he appeared noticeably softer and more harmless than usual. Perhaps due to the mist that clouded the lenses, his smoky gray eyes, without his glasses, appeared somewhat dazed and unfocused. His soft, slightly curly black hair was tangled, a few unruly strands clinging to his slightly sweaty cheeks and forehead, making his face appear particularly pale. The tip of his nose and eye sockets still tinged with a faint red from the fever, giving him an inexplicable hint of hidden grievance.
The professor froze a little under the red-haired girl's overly straightforward gaze, which was filled with pity and worry.
"...That's easy to deduce." He subconsciously explained, "Taking into account the weather, the recent patrol routes of the Feroth people, and the areas I've mapped out for you where Feroth priests might appear, there are only three optimal ambush points. Considering both efficiency and safety..."
The black-haired young man's voice had a distinct nasal tone, and his speech speed was slower than before, with occasional slight pauses. He seemed to be trying hard to organize his logical chain in the dizziness brought on by the fever.
"Professor," Marcylin suddenly interrupted him sternly. She wouldn't have done that in the past, as it would have likely drawn the tyrant's disapproving glances. If it had been Ole, he'd probably have been reprimanded.
"Look, what is this?" She mysteriously pulled out a thing carefully wrapped in cloth from her bosom, unconsciously adding a coaxing tone to her words, as if to amuse her younger siblings: "Dangdang! Fresh, top-quality snow wolf teeth!"
The emperor blinked slowly, and did not blame her. Instead, he reached out and took it slowly, stroking and playing with the wolf fang in his palm.
"...a male snow wolf. Judging by the curvature of its tip, it's about four years old, in its prime." He paused, then raised his eyes to look at Maxline. "With such large fangs, this wolf has a high status in the pack. The snow wolf cavalry you encountered are all elite."
Why are we talking about work again? Marcylin, somewhat amused, continued to try to change the subject: "That's right, of the pack of snow wolves, it has the brightest fur and bites the most fiercely."
Marcylin had always trusted her intuition. Although the world wasn't always black and white, and was even quite chaotic and difficult to distinguish, she could always find the simplest and clearest path, one that surprised everyone. This wonderful intuition always allowed her to easily distinguish who to be close to, who to stay away from, who to love, and who to hate—but the person before her was different.
After learning the tyrant's true past, Orel remained silent for a long time. "Even if I obey his orders now," he cursed bitterly at the end, "don't think I'll be grateful to the tyrant—arrogant lunatic, conceited bastard. Why should he be so self-centered and insist on everything being done to his will, while he himself perishes..."
But Maxine saw the assassin's red eyes.
Ole was a man who valued friendship and loyalty, but now he was suddenly told that the "enemy" he once hated deeply had been tortured on a battlefield he had never known about, and then had resolutely chosen to die together with the real enemy of this world, while they, the survivors, were receiving his kindness while blaming him - this huge moral debt that suddenly hit them made the assassin extremely annoyed and at a loss.
If I don't hate him, I always feel sorry for myself for the hardships I suffered under his hands; if I hate him, I can't hate him at all, and even want to sit up and slap myself in the face in the middle of the night.
...What's even worse is that that person seems to have no intention of asking them to repay this debt - and everything they can do now seems to be unable to ever, ever repay the sacrifice the other person once made.
A bad debt.
Ole is a guy who tends to get stuck in a rut, but he shouldn't go crazy because of it - of course, even if he does go crazy, His Majesty has plenty of ways to deal with him.
As for Azuka... that guy has long been mad, even mad in a very self-consistent way. Aside from His Majesty himself, I'm afraid no one can control him.
So, regardless of what the other two guys thought, Marcylin didn't bother to dwell on it. She didn't understand any profound principles, nor could she speak any touching and beautiful words. The only thing she could do was to treat others better and better according to her own wishes.
"Let's not talk about that for now." Marcylin moved closer and looked seriously into the pair of dazed gray eyes. "Do you like this snow wolf tooth?"
The professor was dazzled by those clear, bright green eyes and instinctively stepped back. He hesitated and said, "The crown is only slightly worn. It's a rare, intact specimen—I like it very much."
Hearing this, the red-haired girl laughed heartily.
"Then it's yours!" she announced happily. "It's so boring to be stuck in the house. If you want anything else, just tell me. If I come across it someday, it's just a matter of chance. For example, you were looking out the window just now. Were you looking at the northern bar-headed goose?
He stared out the window intently, looking very focused.
"I've caught that kind of bird," she shared enthusiastically. "It's very big, but the meat has a stinky smell and the sound is unpleasant. The locals ferment their livers for a few months and then eat them. I tried it once and almost vomited—"
This time the professor's attention was completely diverted by her.
"I've only seen pictures of them in books. This is the first time I've seen a living creature." He immediately put down his teacup and turned to flip through his notebook. "Have you ever caught one alive? They say the males have some extra-long tail feathers, which they use for courtship..."
Azuka on the side: "..."
...Forget it, it's a good thing to make the patient feel better.
Out of some twisted possessiveness, he was a little unhappy, but he didn't show it, and even considerately turned up the lights for the two of them. Marcylin noticed it, but she was too lazy to continue indulging someone's dark and creeping thoughts, and chatted happily with them.
"—If I come across one someday and catch one for you, do you want it alive or dead? Male or female?"
"Alive, thank you. Male or female is fine," the professor replied quickly. "If possible, please do your best to avoid injuring it so you can observe it and release it."
Perhaps due to his agitation, he suddenly started coughing. Azuka reluctantly patted his back to soothe his breathing. Once his breathing had calmed, he handed him the warmed medicine.
"Sir, the medicine is ready."
The professor's face suddenly stiffened.
To be honest, the tyrant himself did not think he needed to take medicine. It was just a common cold and he could get through it by relying on his own immune system. At worst, there was an alien version of penicillin - but the people around him treated it as a major enemy and were very nervous, fearing that something might go wrong with this body again.
If there are no outsiders around at this time, the cunning devil might even try to bargain and ask for some benefits from his lover, such as coffee, coffee, and more coffee.
But now the heroine's green eyes were staring at him intently. Even if he didn't understand the ways of the world, he vaguely realized that this was not a good time to act unfairly - he had no choice but to put on a stern face, take the bowl of medicine and drink it all, and then frowned because of the bitterness.
...The Natalin people's medicine still tastes as explosive as ever, and is almost comparable to Chinese medicine.
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