Chapter 241 Search
With Mr. Ben Raj's help, the professor was content to board a train bound for the southern Batalha Highlands three days later, carrying a cooperation agreement and a large order. The train clanked over the tracks, its carriages swaying as it passed through spring wheat fields. Numerous serfs in shackles worked in the fields, and tiny wildflowers shimmered lightly among the light green hills in the distance.
Someone took the document from him and snatched his pen away. Nova raised his suddenly empty hands, looked up in confusion, and then someone precisely stuffed something into his mouth.
"Lunch." Azuka sighed helplessly, "Please rest for a while after eating. You have been working for a long time."
The black-haired young man grumbled in protest, but after receiving a small cup of coffee, he immediately calmed down and began to chew his lunch seriously. It was a sandwich-like food with cheese, lettuce, cured ham and two apple slices.
The dessert after the meal was a local specialty of red wild berries, which looked quite tempting. However, having once been ambushed and fed sour berries, the professor frowned suspiciously. After watching the man calmly eat a few and declare them delicious, he cautiously took a bite, half-believing and half-doubting. It was delicious, incredibly sour. He shouldn't have trusted this world's unmodified fruit varieties.
Seeing his features wrinkled with sourness, the other man smiled a nasty smile, but looked innocent when he glared at him. The professor calmly picked up the last few wild berries and quickly stuffed them into the man's mouth. Then, as he tried to escape the closed carriage, he was grabbed by the scruff of the neck and finally pressed into the seat and kissed. His hands were firmly pinned above his head, and he felt his teeth and legs go weak.
"That's enough, a truce—no more nonsense... Ugh!"
His protest was silenced, and he was kissed until he gasped for breath. His glasses were tilted awkwardly on his face, and then they were taken off, folded, and slowly put back into his chest pocket, completely revealing his beautiful smoky gray eyes with soft moisture.
The light and shadows from the train window flickered across the tabletops and chairbacks, their edges flickering alternately. Through the sealed windows, he could even faintly hear the other passengers' conversations. Although he knew someone would cast a confusion spell, the excessive intimacy in a semi-public setting still made Nova tense and his senses heightened.
Azuka couldn't help but lick those soft lips stained with bright red juice, and then gently bit them. The sour taste immediately rushed into his brain, until the end it was faintly sweet.
"I'm not lying to you, sir." He chuckled, rubbing the slightly hot back of his neck with his fingertips. He then rested his forehead against the other person's, so that their breaths intertwined intimately. "It tastes really good. I like it very much."
Seeing the man's eyes widen at him, the savior's fingers slid down from the back of his neck, slipped into his gloves along the gap between his wrists, and carefully placed them on the black-haired young man's pulse. He pondered for a moment, then suddenly announced thoughtfully, "Your heartbeat is accelerating."
"It seems you like it too." The blond young man smiled slightly. The bright sunlight shone on him, making his face look extremely gentle and holy. "Excuse me, can I... have a little more?"
His old enemy looked at him in confusion: "Why are you asking me?"
"If you like them, you can buy them after we get off the bus." He struggled to free his hand, fumbled around on the table, and found another berry that had slipped through his fingers. The professor expressionlessly stuffed the berry into his mouth, clapped his hands, and gave the man a serious science lesson: "Generally speaking, the southern region has a more significant caloric advantage, so it's more suitable for the growth of berry crops. The yield is expected to be higher, and the price will be lower."
He actually looked quite proud of himself because he had provided a piece of "good news".
The great savior, whose flirting failed and who had a sour wild berry stuffed into his mouth: "..."
He sighed, and simply abandoned those ambiguous but subtle—or perhaps not so subtle—ways, choosing to be blunt and direct: "It's you I want to eat."
"You could also say I want to be intimate with you." He tilted his head with a smile, letting his blond hair fall down the side of his face. "Well, maybe I can go even further?"
“…”
The professor stared at him, then belatedly realized what nonsense the man had just been talking about, so much so that the sunlight on his ears actually felt hot. Since the last time they had made love, this guy seemed to be getting more and more presumptuous in front of him.
Lack of time was one thing, but the other was that the first impression the other person had left on him in bed was so frightening that he simply ignored all the hints, whether implicit or direct, these days and devoted himself to his work.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, the blond young man came over and gently kissed the side of his face. His voice was gentle and seductive: "Did I go too far when I did it before? So that I left a bad impression on you?"
"I'm sorry, I lost control that time. Please forgive me." Seeing him, like a small animal, keenly aware of danger, he subconsciously reached out to push him. Azuka took the opportunity to grab that hand, placed it on his lips and kissed it gently. He suggested with a helpless but sincere tone, "But if the frequency could be slightly higher, I believe the possibility of losing control each time would be smaller."
"...Really?" The black-haired young man looked at him suspiciously and warily: "I always feel that you have bad intentions."
"Really." Someone continued to coax people without changing his expression: "When have I ever lied to you?"
"Just now," Nova said coldly, "you lied to me and said wild berries tasted good, but - ugh!"
After finally escaping the kiss, the professor couldn't help but pull back, his head hitting the soft back of the chair. He subconsciously bent his knees and pressed them against the woman's abdomen. The kiss made him feel a little exasperated: "Sir, let me remind you - this is a public place, we are on a train!"
The black-haired young man suddenly whimpered softly and grabbed the other man's sturdy arm. The guy was licking and kissing his ear, and the tip of his tongue slid down along the suddenly tense muscle lines, finally landing on the side of his neck, sucking out a thin red mark.
"I know. I certainly won't bully you in a place like this." The Savior licked his teeth and smiled slightly. "But perhaps you could allow me... to charge a little interest?"
——It’s a pity that he didn’t succeed in collecting any “interest”.
Accompanied by a harsh friction sound, the train suddenly shook violently and stopped.
The blond young man's eyes, which were originally gentle and almost melting, suddenly turned cold. He reacted very quickly and held the person in his arms, straightened the person's messy collar, and put the glasses on the person.
There were loud screams coming from outside the carriage. It seemed that someone had stopped the train and rushed in, entering the carriages one by one along the corridor to search. The other party probably had a gun. Nova heard the sound of gunfire, followed by a scream that was forcibly suppressed.
The professor narrowed his eyes slightly - was it a robber, a soldier or something else?
Soon the uninvited guests came to their carriage. With a rough and violent banging sound, the carriage door was pushed open. A guy dressed in gorgeous military clothes appeared at the door arrogantly. When he saw the scene inside the house, he was stunned.
Azuka has cast a spell of confusion on the two of them, so others will not be able to clearly distinguish their facial features and will not be able to detect anything wrong, but the temperament of the two makes people believe that they are not ordinary.
"General Sterling Catherine has ordered," the captain said, unrolling a wax-stamped search warrant. "All passengers must be identified along the way. If any rebels are found, they must be arrested immediately!"
The soldier behind him cocked his rifle. "Gentlemen, may I ask your names and what brings you to the southern Batalha Heights?"
He took in the two people's seemingly ambiguous posture and asked maliciously, "And what is the relationship between you two?"
"Tom Marvolo Riddle, came to the southern district of Batalia to do business." The professor said expressionlessly. A middle name usually means that one comes from a large family among the nobles. Even though the captain couldn't remember which noble's surname "Riddle" was, his attitude still softened visibly.
Seeing them shift their attention to Azuka, the professor paused and continued to talk nonsense: "This is my friend, Harry Potter."
Anyway, they are all saviors and can use magic - almost.
The visitor's eyes slid frivolously across the red mark on the black-haired young man's neck: "Oh, are you really just friends?"
Another aristocrat who enjoys playing with men, he thought disdainfully.
He didn't notice that the other person's eyes had gradually turned cold, as if he was looking at a dead person.
"What do you want to say?" Mr. Riddle snorted coldly, raised his chin proudly, and his elegant aristocratic tone resounded coldly in the carriage: "I would like to ask what exactly Lord Catheran said - this sir, you are not just being rude."
The other party seemed to be indifferent to this and just sneered disdainfully: "Please give me your pass first, Mr. Riddle."
The professor narrowed his eyes slightly and continued to quietly pry for information: "I didn't hear about this when I boarded this train."
"Now you know." The captain shrugged. "Don't make things difficult for us. We have received accurate information that the rebels are on the train. If you don't have a pass, you will have to get off the train with us for inspection."
"How ridiculous! Is this how Batalia treats guests?" The black-haired young man stared at him gloomily. "Can you afford to compensate me for wasting my time? That's an order worth tens of thousands of gold coins!"
"Of course, we're not incapable of making concessions." The team leader laughed. He deliberately moved closer and rubbed his fingers at an angle that was barely noticeable, as if trying to accept a bribe. "But you know, we have to eat too—"
Another loud bang came from outside the car, completely interrupting the other person's words.
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Tom Marvolo Riddle: Voldemort's real name (you know who)
Harry Potter: You should all know
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