After a satisfying dinner, the two sat down at the table again.
As dusk deepened, Isaac snapped his fingers, casting a light spell.
As they had agreed beforehand, they needed to have another open and honest talk about each other's secrets and the resulting conflicts of interest.
Yun Wei picked up the tin cup, lowered his eyes, and took a sip of water.
The alcohol concentration of the sweet wine is not high because the yeast was killed off in time during fermentation, and the sugar was not completely broken down. However, Yun Wei, who was drinking for the first time, was still a little dizzy and in a slightly tipsy state.
His cheeks and ears were burning hot, and his chest seemed to be radiating heat, causing him to unconsciously unbutton another button on his robe.
Actually, he just felt something was strange, and subconsciously started making some small movements.
After all, he had spent ten years navigating the post-apocalyptic world alone as a superhuman. If he were sitting opposite an ordinary friend, Yun Wei would calmly and rationally draw up a clear line, formally outlining the specific scope of their cooperation.
He is quite quick-witted and has good logical ability; he can concisely state the points one, two, three, and four.
But sitting opposite him was Isaac, and the two had signed a contract that was almost a matter of life and death together.
"I feel like this is a bit unnecessary." Yun Wei said with some grievance, his eyes blurry with drunkenness, and he actually blurted out what was on his mind.
"..." Then he realized something was wrong, coughed lightly, looked up at Isaac, and said, "Isaac, you're not as honest as you used to be. You used to say that I was involved in your feud with Dilis, but now you're still hiding it."
The alcohol emboldened Yun Wei, allowing him to speak his mind. But his eyes were unfocused, as if veiled by a layer of misty fog.
It's like an accusation, and it's also like...
behave in a spoiled manner.
Isaac was at a loss for what to do.
He suddenly remembered that the sweet wine he had taken out that night had had its fermentation process stopped by adding strong liquor midway through, which was why it had a strong aftereffect.
Realizing that it was his fault, Isaac couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
He could only admit his mistake and honestly said, "I'm sorry, Yun. My identity is rather special, and if I were to reveal it, it would cause a stir throughout the entire Zhuyuan Continent. After all, the legal foundation of the three kingdoms on the Zhuyuan Continent is based on my death."
He spoke slowly, but he was still somewhat worried that his drunken master might not be able to understand him.
Yun Wei smiled and shook his head, tapping the table with his fingertip: "So you are the descendant of the Second Dynasty, right?" He had already guessed it, Isaac Moriti Temubronch.
Temu Brownie.
timebranch.
The branch of time, hehe.
Isaac was somewhat surprised by the other party's still precise thinking ability. He was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.
Yun Wei wasn't surprised at all. He stood up, clenched his fist, pounded his chest, stared at Isaac, and said, word by word:
"Don't worry, I promise I won't tell anyone. I, Yun Wei, swear on my soul."
"Isaac, you can trust me more from now on."
"I promise, I will never betray you."
His dark eyes were moist yet resolute, with a stubbornness that seemed to be on the verge of tears.
Although he was looking down at his opponent from a high position, Yun Wei still seemed somewhat lacking in imposing presence in front of the tall knight.
He remembered when he was a child, in his grandmother's yard, he wanted to touch the big wolfhound that was sitting upright on the ground. Even though it was sitting, it still looked so fierce and scary.
But actually, the other party is a very loyal and gentle dog.
"I can't take it anymore, my head is spinning." He didn't even know what he was saying anymore.
A dizzying sensation washed over him, and Yun Wei suddenly lost consciousness. His last feeling was that he seemed to have fallen into a broad embrace, where he could sleep soundly and peacefully.
“Isaac…”
"I'm here." The knight, who had just pulled his master from the brink of collapse, answered reflexively, his arm around the waist of his master.
Hold me.
He helped the person in his arms up, but the commands he gave were somewhat overly enthusiastic.
In that moment of utter silence, it was as if stars were falling. Isaac froze, feeling as if his frozen blood had suddenly boiled, leaving him bewildered.
Just like he was drunk.
He slowly lowered his head and realized that Yun Wei in his arms had completely passed out drunk.
It turns out that what he just said was just drunken talk.
Her fair and aloof face was now flushed with a rosy glow, like a green apple ripening into a sweet ripeness. The three small moles on the side of her smooth nose remained mysterious, yet seemed to carry a silent allure.
In an instant, Isaac suddenly regained consciousness. But he felt empty and somewhat lost.
It turns out that Yun was just drunk and fell asleep.
"Hold me tight..." The master in his arms was still grumbling unhappily, and his right arm, which was waving wildly, moved slightly and hooked around the neck that he was currently bending down to examine.
Then she hugged him tightly, her fluffy head buried in his chest nuzzling him affectionately in response to the movement of her arms.
Isaac's eyes were turbulent and dark. He stood even more upright, like the most disciplined knight, but his arms, which were loosely clasped together, gradually began to tighten.
His gaze fell on the inside of the other's jade-like wrist, where faint ink marks had not yet been cleaned up, like a blooming rose. Isaac couldn't help but lick his dry lips.
The sphere of light from the illumination spell dimmed at this moment.
In the seven-thousandths of a second before it went out, Isaac leaned close to his master's ear and whispered:
"Yes, ma'am."
...
Time quickly passed to the afternoon of the tenth day. Yun Wei, Vivian, and Isaac had been sitting in the library's reading room for the past three days searching for clues, but to no avail.
“Raphael’s Bathing Posture, Gerhard’s Escape Secrets, Alch’s Love Poems… what a jumble of nonsense.” Yun Wei silently read the labels tied to the parchment scrolls. He looked up from a stack of dusty old manuscripts and closed his eyes wearily.
He pinched the area where the bridge of his nose meets his brow, a perfectly standard "pressing and squeezing the Jingming acupoint" motion.
Since none of the documents already listed in the Black Book catalog in the library contained the information they needed, they began searching for the casual manuscripts of former magicians yesterday afternoon.
Over the past eight hundred years, countless exceptionally talented magicians have graced the stage of the Zhuyuan Continent, and Luna Caleb Academy has often been the first stop on the beginning of their legendary lives.
However, the notes left behind by these monks all feel somewhat...too embarrassing.
Yun Wei recalled a joke someone had told him in his previous life: if he were to suddenly encounter an accident, he should come back from the dead and wipe all his personal privacy data from his phone, computer, and even the cloud.
When he opened his eyes, he was met with the servant's smoky gray eyes. However, the situation was different now; the other person was the first to look away.
Yes, this strange phenomenon has been going on for three days now.
He seemed to have blacked out the night before last. Even though it was only half a glass of white wine…
Indeed, magicians must consciously stay away from love and alcohol; the former blinds you, the latter confuses you. Yun Wei had absolutely no recollection of what happened that night.
All he remembered was that Isaac had acknowledged his status as a member of the Second Dynasty royal family.
My memory of what happened after that is completely blank. I can't remember anything at all.
No matter how he tried to subtly probe, Isaac simply avoided answering, never mentioning it again; or he would stammer and evade the question.
This frustrated him somewhat.
Yun Wei seriously suspected that he might have gotten drunk and acted crazy that night, or vomited all over the place, or something similar, which caused his image to completely collapse, and even his followers disliked him.
After that, he stopped drinking.
The afternoon sun streamed into the room, clearly illuminating the dust particles floating everywhere in the air. Yunwei, who had studied junior high school biology, knew that these particles contained countless bacteria, mites, and pathogens.
Feeling somewhat annoyed, he left the reading room and prepared to go to the second-floor terrace for some fresh air.
Before even reaching the dimly lit stairwell, Yun Wei could faintly hear a man's roar coming from upstairs.
He had just taken his first step onto the stairs, still hesitating whether to turn around and leave, when he saw a blond, buzz-cut soldier rushing down from the second floor, glaring at him fiercely.
Are you sick?
Watching the other person's aggressive departure, Yun Wei spat inwardly.
He went up the stairs to the terrace, only to hear a very low, suppressed sob.
"..." What a coincidence.
Yun Wei was about to politely turn and leave when the other person's messy golden-red curly hair caught his attention.
Was it the senior he met the first time he came to the library?
Yun Wei recalled the other person's thin appearance, and his clear, bright green eyes left a deep impression on him.
I think his name was Sid.
So he stepped forward, took out a snow-white new towel from his ring, and patted the other person's trembling shoulders.
Yun Wei said, "Um, senior... here, take this."
He was still tongue-tied and had no idea how to comfort others.
The sobbing boy looked up in surprise, but relaxed when he saw it was Yun Wei. Xi De took the towel from Yun Wei, removed his glasses, and wiped his face.
Yun Wei looked at the dilapidated tower base not far away, feeling a little sleepy. He silently stretched to the side.
After calming down, Sid sniffed. He didn't return the towel, but forced a smile and said in a breathy voice, "Thank you, junior... The towel is dirty, so I'll keep it for now. I'll give you a little something another day."
"You're welcome." Yun Wei waved his hand; he had stockpiled a lot of textiles in his spatial storage.
He politely refrained from asking what had happened and prepared to turn and leave.
“Claude,” Sid called out to him, “I’ve seen you and your classmates spending every day in the library these past few days. What are you looking for?”
He adjusted his glasses, his emerald green eyes sparkling in the sunlight.
He said, "Perhaps I can help."
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