flstandardbreds Chapter 150 Daily Benefits
Chapter 150 Daily Benefits
"Is he a magician from out of town?"
Following Aoko's gaze, Aoko also locked onto the red-eyed bat hanging upside down on the withered branch.
His relaxed nerves tensed instantly, and a dangerous magical aura appeared in his azure eyes.
Yuzhu did not answer Aoko's question.
For this pure-blooded witch who holds a strict sense of territory, anyone whose familiar enters Misaki Town without permission is declaring war on her.
She casually raised her right hand without chanting any incantation.
Deep in the dark forest, accompanied by eerie chewing sounds, a gigantic, shadowy maw, resembling that of a wild beast, appeared out of nowhere.
There was a crisp "snap" sound.
The bat, which didn't even have time to send out an alarm signal, along with the branch beneath its feet, was easily bitten and devoured by the fairytale monster.
A few seconds later, the fairy tale monster spat a pile of broken machinery and fleshy remains at Yuzhu's feet.
Yuzhu squatted down expressionlessly, flicked the now-extinguished miniature red eye with her fingertips, and frowned slightly.
"A very clever cover-up," Yuzhu commented.
"No clues were left that could identify the family or magical mark to which they belong."
However, given the extent of the damage to the barrier, it was to be expected that it would attract the attention of outside magicians.
Hearing Yuzhu's words, Aoko clicked her tongue in annoyance: "Looks like we'll have to increase patrols from now on, especially at a time like this..."
While the two witches were talking, Arthur, who had been silent all along, stared intently at the bat carcass on the ground.
As Arthur stared at the intricate eyeball and rune structure, a sharp pain suddenly shot through the depths of his brain.
A fragmented, blurry image flashed through his mind like lightning...
The image was fleeting and so blurry that it was impossible to capture any useful details.
"Arthur, have you discovered something?" Yuzhu noticed Arthur's unusual behavior.
"...No, they were just some vague illusions."
Arthur rubbed his slightly throbbing temples, a thoughtful look flashing in his emerald eyes:
"Looking at this creation, some fragments seemed to flash through my mind."
If I could see it clearly, it might help me recover my memory, but unfortunately, it disappeared too quickly.
Yuzhu glanced at him thoughtfully, then looked around to make sure there were no other hidden spying before giving the order:
"Let's go back. Misaki Town is probably not going to be peaceful from now on."
When the three returned to the Kuonji Mansion, it was already past midnight.
"I'm so exhausted! My back feels like it's going to break!"
As soon as she pushed open the door of the mansion, Aoko kicked off her shoes while complaining loudly, and rushed straight to the bathroom on the first floor like a tornado.
Tonight, she truly became a "human pile driver."
The several hundred kilograms of iron stakes had exhausted her, leaving her covered in sticky sweat.
All she wanted to do right now was take a hot shower and then collapse onto the soft bed and sleep soundly for the rest of her life.
In this huge mansion, only the second-floor bedroom of Yuzhu has a private bathroom, while the only remaining public bathroom is at the end of the corridor on the first floor.
Yuzhu returned to her bedroom.
It was late at night.
In the lobby on the first floor, only a dim wall lamp was left on, and Arthur sat quietly alone on the sofa.
As a roommate who currently doesn't even have a private room and can only "sleep on the floor" in the living room, Arthur is not in a hurry to rest.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom at the end of the corridor.
Arthur closed his eyes, trying hard to capture the fleeting image that had just passed.
After half an hour.
The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and with the sound of the lock turning, the bathroom door was pushed open.
"Phew...it feels so good to wash away all that sticky sweat!"
Qingzi hummed a cheerful pop song, casually wiping her still-dripping hair with a dry towel in her hand, and walked into the hall with light steps.
She was wearing only a thin, loose white bathrobe.
Perhaps because she felt she was on her own turf, Aoko tied the sash of her bathrobe very casually.
Not only was a large expanse of her fair collarbone exposed, but even her long, straight legs, honed through years of training, were completely exposed to the air.
My skin, fresh from the shower, had an alluring pink hue, and the air was instantly filled with the pleasant scent of lemon shower gel.
It's not fair to blame Aoko for being completely unprepared.
After all, she and Yu-joo had lived in this seemingly secluded Western-style mansion for so long.
The subconscious idea that "only two girls live here" is deeply ingrained in her.
Arthur had only been here for less than two days, and Aoko's brain, in a state of extreme exhaustion, subconsciously forgot that there was still a man in the lobby.
Then, humming a song, Aoko naturally turned her head, and her gaze met precisely in the dim air as Arthur looked over from the sound.
"..."
The air in the hall seemed to be forcibly paused for a moment.
Aoko's action of drying her hair froze in mid-air.
Looking at the pair of deep, bright green eyes that sat upright on the sofa in the night, her mind went blank for a moment before she finally sluggishly recalled the current population composition of the mansion.
"Wait... there's... another man here?!"
Although the bathrobe was just knee-length, it didn't expose any private parts of her body.
But for a seemingly carefree, innocent high school girl who has never even held a boy's hand...
The stark contrast and visual impact were even more intense than if she had been hit by a destructive magic bullet!
"Take off!"
Aoko's cheeks flushed crimson in a fraction of a second, as if they were on fire, and a surge of panic and shame welled up in her azure eyes.
Arthur keenly sensed Aoko's near-explosive embarrassment.
He didn't utter any exclamations, nor did he allow any impolite glances to wander.
He stood up naturally, turned around smoothly, and left his back to Aoko.
"It is my fault for disturbing your post-bath time so late at night, Miss Aoko."
Arthur's voice was gentle, calm, and even carried a hint of sincere apology:
"But please rest assured, my gaze will not offend you. It's late, please go upstairs and rest early, and be careful not to catch a cold."
"!!!"
Arthur's impeccably gentlemanly handling of the situation did not make Aoko feel relaxed; instead, it caused her sense of shame to instantly exceed its threshold!
If Arthur panicked or blushed like an ordinary high school boy, she might be able to forcefully retort with "What are you looking at, you pervert!" to ease the awkwardness.
But it was precisely his calm and composed attitude, as if nothing had happened, that made her current panicked state seem like that of a fool!
"Ugh... Why did you have to be so talkative!!"
Aoko let out a mournful cry of grief and indignation.
She covered her burning cheeks with both hands and hurriedly ran upstairs in her slippers.
She rushed up the second-floor corridor and, once out of Arthur's sight, leaned against the wall.
Her chest heaved violently, and her heart felt like it was about to jump out of her throat.
After her initial shyness subsided, it naturally transformed into a nameless fire.
As a proper tsundere, she had to find someone to take the blame for her earlier social mishap.
And who else could be the scapegoat besides the cold-blooded roommate who set the rules?
"Yes! It's all Youzhu's fault!"
Aoko gritted her teeth angrily, and the more she thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed:
"This mansion is so big, yet it has so many empty rooms!"
It's all Yu-chu's fault for insisting that Arthur stay in the lobby on the first floor, and she wouldn't even bother to prepare an empty room for him!
Otherwise, how could I have run into him as soon as I stepped out of the bathroom?!
Although reason told her that Yuzhu's reasons at the time, "to guard against external dangers and to facilitate surveillance," were very convincing.
But at this moment, Aoko couldn't care less about anything else.
"Kyuonji Yuju!"
Aoko stormed up to Yuzu's bedroom door and, without even knocking, roughly pushed it open.
Then, smelling strongly of lemons and gunpowder, he barged into the witch's private territory.