——Golden Cloud Kingdom, Alchemy City, Morning
Is there a difference between dawn and dusk?
After a series of meticulous experiments, the alchemist Sid Gilgamesh Julius discovered that there was actually no difference between the two in terms of light element concentration.
But the two are indeed different.
This raised new questions for him, but his recent busy life made it difficult for him to find the time to start new research.
At this moment, he was hunched over his desk, quickly replying to letters from Moonflower City.
Hearing footsteps behind him, a calm joy welled up in his tired eyes.
Sure enough, he didn't have to wait long before he was suddenly embraced around the waist.
That silly boy Silver actually squeezed his head between him and the table, looking up at him with great difficulty.
The other person's face was still youthful, but the wrinkles on their forehead added a touch of serious comicality.
"Sid, you've stayed up all night again," the other person complained.
"Yeah, sorry, I've been really busy lately." He didn't stop what he was doing, but his mind was wandering, and he casually rubbed his husband's heavy head with his left hand.
But his wrist was quickly caught.
“I’m not a child!” Silver protested. “I’m just worried about your health. Look, you’ve lost weight again.”
The other person's other arm was still around his waist.
Strong fingers, working in tandem with their master's lips and tongue, suddenly opened and easily pinched and measured his waist.
Sid wasn't a particularly sensitive person, but the temperature of the other person's palm was so hot that it made it hard for him to concentrate.
"Stop fooling around." He couldn't help but scold him sternly, but when he saw the other person suddenly freeze, he softened his tone. "After I finish writing my reply to Lord Victor, I'll go catch some sleep... Please keep me company then."
His meaning was clear, and both of them naturally understood it.
Silver suddenly fell silent.
The other person obediently rested their head on his lap, their increasingly strong arms supporting his lower back.
No one could maintain focus under such scorching gazes, not even the most powerful alchemists on the continent.
Sid suddenly stopped writing, lowered his head, and met those round eyes. "Didn't I already agree to that? Why are you still staring at me?"
“It’s nothing, you’re very beautiful.” Silver’s voice was incredibly deep and irresistibly sexy. “Don’t mind me, I’m just looking around.”
Actually, the other person has been very busy lately.
Sid didn't want to waste too much energy on worldly matters, so he entrusted the affairs of the Gilded Duchy to Silver.
Moreover, the process of stripping the Golden Cloud Kingdom of its title has not been progressing very smoothly.
However, the other person would always make time to be with her every day, even if they pretended to be clueless.
Thinking of this, Sid suddenly remembered something else, "How's Xiao Yunwei doing lately? I'm so worried about him."
Silver hesitated, then asked, "It should be alright, right? Did he say anything to you?"
“No. It’s precisely because he hasn’t said anything that I’m worried.” Sid shook his head. “Knowing him as I do, I’m afraid he’ll have a hard time dealing with the nobles on Red Moon’s side.”
Yunwei is truly too clear.
This is an adjective he recently learned from Xiao Lushu, and he doesn't know if it's accurate when used to describe a person.
This is an adjective that is different from "pure," but it seems more appropriate than "pure" when used to describe Xiao Yunwei.
He couldn't help but sigh. "It's not easy to get a letter, and it's about some super obscure conversion array, without a single complaint. Of course, I hope he's happy, but his behavior makes me uneasy."
“Your analysis makes sense.” Silver thought for a moment, then said, “However, my master probably wouldn’t let him suffer any injustice. He adores Yun Wei; even I am ashamed of myself for it.”
"Huh?" Sid narrowed his eyes and bent down. "What did you just say? You know I don't accept any flaws or defects."
Even in the shadows, those emerald green eyes still exuded nobility, intelligence, and brilliance.
Silver was completely stunned.
He involuntarily raised his head and leaned closer to his legal partner, "Would you like to examine it yourself, Your Excellency?"
Magnetism is a unique quality that means that even without physical contact, it can easily resonate and attract each other through a mysterious force field.
The other person's voice reached my ears, and the resulting tremor traveled from my head to my fingertips.
He sat up abruptly and awkwardly put the quill back into the inkwell. It was such a simple action, but he tried several times and almost broke the tip of the quill at the mouth of the bottle.
“I suddenly feel that it’s not appropriate to just give Lord Victor such a hasty reply,” Sid said seriously. “I’m going to rewrite the reply, so it won’t be finished anytime soon.”
He just said he would wait until he finished writing before going to sleep.
Silver remained silent.
The other person remained obediently there, cleverly concealing their subtle disappointment and worry in their indigo eyes.
At this point, Sid slowly added, "So, I need to get some sleep first."
If you didn't see the bright red back of his ears, you would really think this was the normal sleep schedule of an alchemist with his days and nights reversed.
But the Duke of Bethlehem was not one to be pretentious.
Silver burst into laughter instantly, his silly appearance a stark contrast to his usual shrewd and dignified demeanor, like a big dog that had received a bone as a reward.
He flipped over and easily hoisted Sid up onto his back, then eagerly headed upstairs.
...
Sitting in the corner of the laboratory, Qin Lushu silently watched the Grand Duke of Bethlehem carrying the Master away, and couldn't help but sigh, finally giving up the idea of replying.
The letter in his hand was as smooth as snow, clearly made from Bili.
But the words above were still arrogant and disrespectful, making him tremble with anger and unable to stop gritting his teeth.
In the end, he folded the letter and put it away, but casually walked over to the apprentice at the other end of the laboratory.
The other party was standing in front of the furnace, sweating profusely, single-mindedly processing the metal ingots.
Uncle Xie recently planned to teach the sword-making techniques of Bili City as a way of repaying him. Since Grand Duke Liujin could not be completely honest with him, the task was left to this thin young man.
"Mr. Joseph, you said you'd show me around Alchemy City." For some reason, Qin Lushu felt nervous facing Joseph, who was not much older than him. He awkwardly invited, "I happen to be free today. How about you?"
——Mermaid Beach·Azure City·Afternoon
"Xie Mulang! How on earth did you catch that fish?!" Richard roared.
The elegantly dressed, silver-haired youth was clearly going berserk.
The man in black beside him remained silent, but instead, amidst his questioning, he arrogantly pulled and tugged, catching another lively fish.
Richard immediately threw down his bare fishing rod and lay down on the scorching rocks in the afternoon. "I'm not playing anymore. You definitely cheated, no, you caught all the fish!"
The man and the dragon were happily married, and naturally, they spent their days in the City of Jade Glass, inseparable.
The only drawback was that the other party always got up at the crack of dawn on a beautiful morning and practiced swordsmanship without fail.
This was unbearable for him, a member of the dragon race.
But over time, he suddenly became interested in swordsmanship.
After all, swordsmen who are obsessed with this art always look handsome and cool, making him itchy to get his hands on them.
But Xie Mulang was really too unreasonable. Not only was he unwilling to teach him swordsmanship, but he also said that his mind was not calm enough.
Richard didn't believe the other party's nonsense at all; in his opinion, the other party was just being lazy.
How can the mind possibly be at peace!
If the heartbeat stops, wouldn't the dragon die?!
After much pleading and cajoling—no, I mean sacrifice—at great cost, Xie Mulang finally agreed to teach him swordsmanship.
He thought he could finally embark on a cool and dashing life of wandering the world with a sword.
As a result, the other party led him to the outskirts of Bili City, tossed him a freshly broken purple bamboo branch, and then made him follow them.
Fishing?!
Richard didn't see any connection between fishing, meditation, and swordsmanship until he plucked his thick hair bald.
As it turns out, dragons can't catch things they don't like.
He hates fish the most.
Not only was it fishy and slippery, but it also had thorns that irritated the throat.
After venting his frustrations in an unreasonable manner, Richard closed his eyes contentedly.
It was a summer afternoon, and the sun was scorching, which only made Long more drowsy. He decided to take a short nap.
But at that moment, the sky suddenly darkened.
This was very strange, as he clearly remembered that the sky had been clear and cloudless just moments before.
Richard opened his eyes in confusion and saw Xie Mulang sitting cross-legged in front of him, shielding him from the sunlight.
The other person had their handsome face downcast and was staring at him intently.
Looking at the other person's expressionless face, no one would believe that this man was actually saying he loved her.
Although that's what I thought, it's still very embarrassing to be stared at by the person you like.
Richard frowned in annoyance and said irritably, "What the hell are you doing! Why aren't you fishing?"
Xie Mulang smiled helplessly and ultimately remained silent.
Richard wasn't going to let him off the hook.
He sat up abruptly, only to find that the other person had not only packed up the fishing gear, but also released all the fish that had been caught after a long time.
The fish basket was now completely empty, which seemed to match its perpetually empty state.
"Hey!" He looked up in confusion, only to bump into the other person's chin.
The two were already very close, and Xie Mulang was caught off guard. This sudden collision probably caused the other to bite his tongue.
Because he clearly heard Xie Mulang groan.
"Ouch, your chin is so hard." He complained, rubbing his head, and asked casually, "You didn't bite your tongue, did you?"
The other person remained silent for a while, finally giving in to his gaze, "...Nothing."
"Pfft!" Richard burst into laughter. "Hahaha, you, hahahaha!"
He stood there laughing so hard he was shaking, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.
Xie Mulang had no choice but to shut his mouth and quietly pressed his palate against the roof of his mouth.
His mouth was filled with the metallic taste of rust; the tip of his tongue was indeed chipped and quite badly cut.
However, he was unwilling to take the medicine in front of the other person.
“Hey, I said, open your mouth and let me see.” Richard finally calmed down, but what came out of his mouth was an extremely rude request.
Xie Mulang not only refused, but also pursed his thin lips even tighter.
Ironically, this very appearance aroused the dragons' innate destructive desires.
Richard's silver eyes immediately darkened.
"Oh, are you shy now? You weren't like this last night." He mocked without restraint, even though his lower back was still aching.
However, the dragon's keen nose did detect a very faint smell of blood.
Looking at the silent child, Richard suddenly softened.
He leaned closer, so close that their noses brushed together. "Ice magic is indeed not good at healing. Let me help you, okay?"
In fact, Xie Mulang's mind had already gone blank when the other party was right in front of him.
Looking into those beautiful silver eyes, he nodded subconsciously, even though he hadn't heard what the other person said at all.
Suddenly he was kissed.
His Mr. Long skillfully took advantage of the situation.
He wondered if dragons and snakes had any connection, otherwise, he didn't know why the seemingly clumsy snake was so agile at this moment.
Xie Mulang felt as if his whole body was on fire.
Especially when he clearly realized that the other person was using the tip of their tongue to cast a healing spell.
This feeling is really, really strange.
Until a huge wave swept in and suddenly crashed onto the reef beneath them, splashing up silvery spray.
The two of them then came to their senses.
They parted reluctantly, still entwined by silver threads tinged with a faint red.
"Xie Mulang," Richard called softly.
He made no attempt to hide his thoughts, staring intently at the human in front of him.
“Impossible.” The swordsman, his face dark red, refused crisply, though his breathing was clearly unsteady. “We’ve been going too far lately… In short, we should exercise some restraint.”
Richard was not surprised by this answer.
“Humans are such strange creatures,” he couldn’t help but exclaim. “You always like to suppress your true thoughts, you do too, and so does the little one.”
However, the other party actually managed to catch the fish.
For some reason, thinking about this, a scene suddenly appeared in Richard's mind.
In the utterly absurd scene, Xie Mulang sat calmly on the fishing platform and fished out his dragon-shaped form.
It's like fishing for those silly, clueless fish.
Damn it! What kind of crazy ideas are these!
Richard couldn't help but shiver, and a suspicious blush involuntarily rose on his face.
Xie Mulang already felt guilty for not being able to meet his partner's expectations. When he mustered up the courage to look up, he unexpectedly saw Mr. Long.
The other party was unusually quiet.
But it somehow caused his heart to race uncontrollably.
Perhaps, making an exception once in a while wouldn't hurt. He thought to himself.
Well, in fact, he had to admit that, after being nourished by dragon blood, he might have indeed inherited the nature of the dragon race in some ways.
“Because I can’t calm down either,” he replied abruptly.
Richard gave him a strange look. "Hmm?"
Funny, what's going on here now?
He thought carefully for a moment, then suddenly remembered his earlier question—
In that instant, he truly felt his heartstrings being plucked by the other person again.
wrong.
It's not just a simple tap; it's the other person's fingers, holding the sword, lingering on it, relentlessly teasing it.
The dragon race's nature is a good excuse, and they can completely bear any impropriety.
Although they often couldn't understand each other's meaning, at this moment, they were in perfect sync.
Unable to contain his excitement, the silver-haired youth pounced on the amorous swordsman, and together they tumbled into the surging waves beneath the rocks.
Two empty fish baskets were left on the rocks, drifting near and far in the surging waves, until they finally leaned against each other helplessly.
From then on, they swayed in unison on the water's surface. Seawater seeped through the gaps in the bamboo and grass, filtering out as a salty, whitish foam.
Perhaps, even today, their owners still don't understand the relationship between fishing, tranquility, and swordsmanship.
But it's alright, there's always tomorrow.
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