What was once a source of joy has, in the blink of an eye, become a thing of the past.
Having practiced calligraphy diligently, Yun Wei once copied the famous "Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion".
He didn't understand that sentence at the time.
How could something you clearly like change so easily in a moment?
But when he woke up from an incredibly tiring sleep, lying in the cold bed, feeling the soreness in his muscles, he vaguely remembered this sentence.
His fondness for Isaac may one day become a remnant of the past.
Throughout history, only change has been constant.
Even now, he still deeply loves Isaac.
But suddenly I calmed down.
Yun Wei lay on the bed, staring blankly, finding it difficult to describe his feelings at that moment.
I wouldn't say I'm sad, but I'm definitely not happy either.
He struggled to lift his arm and sit up from the covers, only to find Isaac still lying beside him.
The tall knight did not squeeze into his bed last night, but instead lay with his back to him, fully clothed.
Yun Wei heard the other person say, "Good morning, Yun."
It was a simple greeting, yet the voice conveyed no emotion whatsoever.
He could only reply, "Good morning, Issa."
But the other person had already gotten out of bed and walked expressionlessly toward the bathroom in the corner of the room.
...
The next few days were like this.
They would say good morning and good night, but there were no more intimate gestures between them.
Yun Wei wasn't stupid; he roughly knew that the two of them were probably in a state of cold war.
It's really inexplicable.
Their relationship seemed to have regressed to a point in time, sometime after that day.
No.
Yun Wei even felt that they were more familiar with each other than the day they first met.
Fortunately, he has lived for almost thirty years, and even though he is occasionally a little sad, it does not affect his daily work.
He seemed to have strangely frozen his feelings for Isaac.
It seems that in this way, the affection will remain constant and forever fresh.
...
However, it's simply impossible.
All of the above were his carefully planned ideas after rational thinking, tinged with wishful thinking and naivety.
But that's not actually the case at all!
Facts constituted by sensibility naturally possess an invisible At force field, blocking the results of rationality from entering.
And the fact is—
He cares!
He cared about it immensely!
He was so worried about it he was dying!
God knows how much he's longed for Isaac's embrace these past few days.
He was like a legendary skin-hunger patient, already plotting how to force himself into Isaac's arms in the middle of the night.
"It's all Isaac's fault," Yun Wei thought bitterly.
Even though we're already having a cold war, why do I still stubbornly stay in the same bed with him?
That's easy for people to misunderstand.
It was as if the other party had given him a glimmer of hope, creating a kind of illusion for him.
It was as if if he took a step back, the other party would forgive and forget.
But why should he back down?
Yun Wei was going crazy with worry.
His reason, his body, and his emotions seemed completely separated, constantly tug-of-war with each other.
The body, most frail and weak, clamors for surrender; its opposing reason, most stubborn and ruthless, refuses to yield an inch.
Her emotions, however, kept shifting between the two, secretly harboring a secret affection for Isaac.
Yun Wei seemed to already foresee the day when he would humbly kneel on Isaac's lap, yearning for the other's forgiveness.
But this angered reason, which had foreseen all of this, igniting the flames of ignorance and karma.
And it was burning him constantly.
So much so that he really wanted to run around Alchemy City a few times in the middle of the night to vent the burning anger deep inside him.
But he couldn't.
Whether he has the physical strength to be drained by the laboratory every day, or whether he is willing to pay the high cost of entering and leaving the Alchemy City.
In the end, he could only suppress the increasingly surging fantasies in his heart and devote himself to alchemy.
As he gradually mastered the basics of alchemy, he was able to finish his daily work before evening.
This way, he could freely use his evenings, whether for meditation or timekeeping spells.
...
The turning point came the day before October.
Yunwei's work went very smoothly that day.
His arms have gradually gotten used to the high-intensity work every day, and are no longer so tired that it is difficult to lift them.
In the afternoon, he began to smoothly etch the magic runes representing the 'Chain of Water' onto the magic chip.
He was initially focused on his own thoughts, but then he noticed that Sid had come to his side.
In recent days, the other party seems to have finally made a breakthrough in the development of the aircraft, placing an order for materials through special channels and preparing to enter the preliminary testing stage.
Therefore, our alchemy master finally had the time to personally clear out the mountain of orders from the Gilded Family.
After Yun Wei finished etching the last magic chip, he looked up at Sid standing to the side.
But then Sid said, "Little Yunwei, I'm going back to Bethlehem with Silver tomorrow and will probably stay for about two weeks. So, I'm leaving things at the lab in your care!"
Upon hearing this, Yun Wei was immediately startled.
He seemed to have heard from Sid that the other party was going to return to the territory with the Grand Duke of Belighon, but he didn't expect that it would be put into action so soon.
But entrusting the lab to him is just too capricious!
Seemingly sensing Yun Wei's unease, Sid explained, "It's almost October, which is about the time for the final assault. Every year at this time, the various territories are in the most chaos. These days, even outside Alchemy City, there are busy villagers everywhere."
Yun Wei was puzzled and asked, "Wasn't the wheat harvest finished a long time ago? What are they busy doing..."
Although he had been in the Zhuyuan Continent for more than five years, he really didn't know how those medieval people lived.
Sid gave him a strange look, then said matter-of-factly, "It's about storing fuel for winter, picking and drying mushrooms, gathering acorns and other fruits. After all, you can't feed people on crops alone..."
Every year, many poor people freeze to death in the winter of the Zhuyuan Continent.
If you plant one liter of millet in the ground, you can only harvest two liters in the fall. You have to keep one liter to plant again the following year...
How many people can be fed with the remaining liter of millet?
At this point, Sid sighed: "In short, Silver is extremely anxious, and I couldn't persuade him otherwise, so I went back with him."
Yun Wei then remembered that winters on the Zhuyuan Continent were indeed exceptionally cold.
He glanced at Sid, who seemed to be deeply immersed in an enviable romance, his eyes sparkling with laughter.
Yun Wei said, "Okay, Sid. So, if, and I mean if, something urgent happens, how should I contact you?"
Sid seemed to have been prepared. Upon hearing this, he immediately took out a conch shell from his pocket and handed it to Yun Wei.
Yun Wei glanced at it once and then fell silent.
He felt...
Hmm, the conch shell in front of me, in terms of both shape and paint, is very similar to the one installed in the air curtain room of the Deer Caldera Library.
He carefully took it, and found it to be quite heavy.
Sid laughed, "You should have seen this at the academy. It's very simple to do; you just need to inject magic. I can also receive your messages from Bethlehem, so relax."
The two exchanged pleasantries for a while longer before the conversation came to an end.
The alchemy master patted the solemn-faced black-haired youth, but his smile faded, and he said earnestly, "Little Yunwei, you are actually very outstanding. I would say I am your mentor. I have to admit that you are very down-to-earth."
Those who are down-to-earth are often able to achieve success in whatever they do.
Yun Wei felt a little embarrassed by the sudden praise.
Sid smiled and asked, "Is there anything else? I need to go back to my room to pack my things."
Yun Wei thought for a moment, but finally couldn't help but ask the question that had been buried in his heart for several days.
He asked, "I'd like to know, what is the book 'The Art of Domination' in the library about?"
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