On this day, Ash spent his time in the laboratory, mastering the preparation of the "corrosive agent" with great precision, and once again found the relaxed feeling he had when he was studying agents with teacher Nathan in Duogu Village.
Each step of preparing a potion is no longer difficult or obscure, and there is no need to memorize it by rote. Just like when he plays the wooden harmonica, the notes flow out from his lips like a stream, smoothly and naturally, and the preparation of the potion has become extremely beautiful.
Meng had seen the process of him preparing potions. He found no sense of dogmatic restraint at all, and his technique was free and relaxed. Even though it was still very immature, he had a hint of his own style.
"After seeing how you cook, I should have guessed that you must be a Potions genius." He praised Ash.
Ash regarded the study and practice of potions as a leisure activity that could please his body and mind. There happened to be enough materials in the wizard tower to support his practice, so he indulged himself in the renovated laboratory and had a lot of fun.
When Sigourney returned to the Crystal Forest, for some reason, she did not contact Mon and Ash in advance.
It was already very late when he came back, perhaps in order not to disturb the two people who were resting?
In short, without saying hello, he walked through the Crystal Forest and entered the newly renovated wizard tower.
The first floor was used to hold experimental materials, and Ash divided it into a large and small reception hall and a leisure and entertainment area. The living area and experimental area were also replanned. The style of the tower was very Ash's, simple but warm, and a bit of the style of the third wizard tower.
The tower was filled with such eerie and desolate atmosphere that Sigourney almost felt like she had come to the wrong place.
He couldn't find any bad memories at all. He laughed. Walking in such a warm room, how could he recall the torture he had experienced here?
Living in this tower seems to be a very interesting thing.
Before he entered the wizard tower, the air around him was cold and hard, and the cold wind that rolled up when he walked seemed to carry sharp blades. It was the coldness brought by the lurking assassination in the royal city, and it seemed to pierce his eyeballs at a glance.
But as he walked in the empty wizard tower, the smell of wind, snow and ice on his body slowly melted in the warmth.
When he walked down to the second underground floor, his delicate features showed a look of relaxation and comfort.
From the subtle traces left in the wizard tower, it can be seen that Meng and Ash have been living quite well recently.
He twisted his neck slightly, and in such a relaxing environment, the fatigue from his days of traveling gradually crept up his limbs. He paused, intending to return to the rest area above, where there were many rooms reserved, and he could find any room to rest for the night.
However, before he could take a step forward, he suddenly sensed a trace of elemental fluctuations coming from deep within the experimental area.
Anyone?
He half-closed his eyes, first recalled the current time, confirmed that it was indeed late at night, and then strode towards the direction where the elemental fluctuations came from.
If it's just a guess, then forget it.
If he caught Ash still in the lab at this time...
His aura, which had just calmed down, suddenly became extremely terrifying again. He walked to the door of the corresponding laboratory with an expressionless face, stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.
"Ah, sh...Er, wen!"
He stood at the door, his cold eyes cast on the back of the young man who was busy at the potion-preparing table, seemingly enjoying himself.
It seemed like she had grown taller again. Her soft hair had grown even longer, and Ash roughly tied it up with a hair tie, a small tuft sweeping across her fair neck.
At this time, the boy who was busy with the potion froze when he heard the familiar voice he had not heard for a long time. He was obviously startled. But even though he was frightened, his hands did not move in a disorderly manner. He methodically added the extract to the potion that was being boiled, then turned around and looked at the door, helplessly: "Uncle Meng, stop teasing me - eh?"
His eyes widened: "Sigourney?"
Looking at his behavior, Sigourney could not help guessing how many times she had deceived Ash by saying "Sigourney is back" to that guy who didn't act like an elder during his absence.
Sigourney nodded slightly. She wanted to teach Ash a lesson for staying in the lab so late, but the last words she said were cold: "Are you kidding?"
He entrusted Ash to Meng's care, and this is how Meng took care of him?
Ash pointed at his feet honestly, "Still in the library."
Sigourney snorted coldly. No wonder she didn’t think highly of Ash. The elders themselves didn’t set a good example.
She thought Ash had always been very well behaved and obedient. He also had a regular schedule in the Third Wizard Tower, going to bed early and getting up early. Now he was still in the laboratory in the middle of the night. It must be Meng who led him astray. Sigourney turned around and walked downstairs. How long has it been since Ash was led astray? Meng, you can do it.
Ash looked back at the potion, extinguished the flame with a determined heart, destroyed the whole potion, and then chased after Sigourney.
It seems that Sigourney is very angry.
He felt a little guilty, and probably guessed the reason. He was also a little surprised, surprised at how fast time passed. It felt like not long had passed, and it was already late at night.
Sigourney caught him red-handed.
When he caught up with Sigourney, Sigourney had already walked into the library and pulled out Meng, who was buried in the sea of books and didn't know what day it was.
When Sigourney came down, the necessary sarcasm and ridicule had already been prepared, and she was just short of hitting Meng in the face and making him feel ashamed. But when he took Meng out and saw that he had big dark circles under his eyes and looked abnormally excited, he made a disgusted sound, pulled the book out of his hand, and threw him next to Ash.
"Take him back to his room and let him sleep." Sigourney frowned. "Whatever it is, we'll talk about it tomorrow."
"No, Sigourney, give me a little more time!" Meng was thrown to the door before he could react. He shook his head and tried to walk to Sigourney and take the book back. "Do you know? I discovered a big secret!"
Sigourney responded coldly: "Has the secret grown legs?"
Meng was stunned: "No?"
"Oh, then don't worry about it running away tonight." Sigourney was unmoved. "It's the same if we talk about it tomorrow morning."
Meng reacted: "You can have wings without legs..." His shameless words were automatically silenced by Sigourney's sharp eyes.
He muttered unwillingly: "Hey, aren't you curious..."
Sigourney interrupted him and lowered her voice: "Go to sleep. Or do you want to discuss with me why Ash is still in the laboratory at this time? What did I say to you before I left, Meng?"
Meng opened his mouth and glanced guiltily at Ash who was feeling just as guilty as he was: "..."
He yawned exaggeratedly while opening his mouth: "Ah, I'm so sleepy." He put his arm on Ash's shoulder, looking exhausted, "Ash, help Uncle Meng, go back to the room and rest."
Ash looked up at Sigourney... Sigourney had just come back, and he wanted to stay with her for a while longer and talk to her for a few more words.
Sigourney pointed a finger at him, turned it in a circle, and commanded without question: "You too, go back to your room and rest."
Ash slumped his shoulders and silently helped his frail Uncle Meng up to the upper floors.
Sigourney followed behind them, and every step she took seemed to be stepping on the hearts of two people, one big and one small, making her heart tremble.
Ash sent Uncle Meng back to his room, pointed out his room to Sigourney, and finally went into his own room obediently.
When he finished washing and jumped into bed, he suddenly realized that Sigourney had really come back.
Although he and Uncle Meng got mad at me as soon as I came back...
He rolled around happily on the soft bed, but was Sigourney so angry because she cared about him and Uncle Meng?
The hair rope loosened during the rolling, and his soft, semi-long hair was messed up.
In a happy and sweet mood, the fatigue of the day pulled him into a deep sleep.
When his consciousness fell into the flowing light space, he was still thinking vaguely, although he was very happy, he should not make Sigourney worried and angry in the future, right? Sigourney cared about him, and he was very happy. But he also cared about Sigourney and didn't want her to be unhappy.
A good night's sleep.
The next day, when Ash left his room and headed for the kitchenette, he saw Sigourney and Mon already sitting at the dining table in the dining room.
He had a miserable face and drooped shoulders, and it was obvious that Sigourney had scolded him early in the morning.
He also reflected that he was addicted to ancient books, and seeing that Ash was very easy to do, he really didn't pay much attention to Ash until recently. Sigourney asked him to take care of Ash, but in fact, it was thanks to Ash who took care of him during this period. Otherwise, with his pace of sleeping and forgetting to eat, how could he be so energetic like now after a good sleep?
Seeing Ash coming, he waved at Ash and smiled sincerely: "Ash, come over for breakfast."
Ash ran over and sat down, picking up the small piece of bread from the plate, while secretly glancing at Sigourney's face.
As soon as he glanced over, Sigourney caught him immediately.
"Eat." Sigourney raised an eyebrow.
Ash ate the food in small bites, but he was nervous. He felt like Sigourney was planning something big.
When he finished eating, he heard Sigourney ask beside him: "Are you done eating?"
He nodded and looked over, his long eyelashes trembling slightly.
He saw the vampire holding his chin elegantly and tilting his head with a half-smile. From his beautifully shaped thin lips came out a few cold and ruthless words: "No more rewards."
Ash almost immediately understood what reward Sigourney was referring to.
Because he has thought about the reward many times on his own.
It is no exaggeration to say that it is full of expectations.
But now, it's cancelled.
Cancelled...
He hung his head in frustration. How, how could he be so harsh?
The lesson is heavy.
I will never stay up late again!
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