Chapter 197: I want to have a little fry with you
Back in the room, Leon cleaned his body with the ring that had fixed the [Cleansing Technique], and then lay down on the soft bed.
Cleansing is by no means as comfortable as a hot bath, but it is convenient and quick, so that he can not forget to keep clean and tidy even when he is most tired.
He closed his eyes, and instead of meditating, he allowed himself to travel long distances, and the burnout that had etched his bone marrow overwhelmed him.
"Just be lazy again. β
He said to himself silently in his heart.
The candles in the house were extinguished by the witcher's wave, and the smoke cleared, and a moment later the sound of well-proportioned breathing sounded in the room.
...
In the middle of the night, someone quietly pushed the door open a crack.
She crept over, moonlight shining through the window, casting her curvaceous silhouette onto the wall.
But he still frowned, as if in his sleep, still fighting with the monsters in the swamp or cave.
She reached out and tried to smooth his forehead, and then met the eyes that suddenly opened and reflected a faint green glow in the night.
Obviously, it was an image of a woman.
She slipped into the thin quilt like a fish, and lay on her side to look at the side of the witcher's face, the sleeping witcher's expression was much softer than the coldness of waking up.
Fionaz was a little disappointed that the sober witcher was still that cold and hard, shattering the wonderful fantasy she had just hatched.
Not to be outdone, she said: "I want to have small fry with you, although it is unlikely, but I want to try." β
"What are you doing?"
There was suppressed vigilance and surprise in his voice.
Fionaz said excitedly, "Don't you think it's exciting? You're not a pure human, and neither am I, there may be three species in between." β
She could see a hint of obvious crampedness on the face of this man who never seemed to panic, ha, would someone like you feel embarrassed?
Li Ang breathed a sigh of relief, no wonder he didn't notice it, it turned out that it was because the other party had no malicious intentions...... Wait, what was she just talking about?
His eyes widened, a little incredulous, "What the hell are you talking nonsense?"
She felt that her tone was provocative enough, and if it was too much, it would look explicit and vulgar, but the witcher's eyes were still cold.
The crampedness on his face was gone.
This makes her find it more and more interesting, just as villains tend to tease good families, and if they recruit prostitutes, they lose that interest.
She grasped Leon's shoulders sensitively, a pair of well-proportioned and powerful long legs clamped his waist, and suddenly turned over and pressed him under him: "Don't resist, after today, we are on opposite sides of the world, since fate has made us meet, how can we not cherish this short time together?"
Leon stood up, and dressed himself neatly, not the tight-fitting gown that the countess had prepared for his banquet.
Beneath the ice, Fionaz's eyes widened.
Immediately, she found that a layer of hoarfrost appeared on her body, and before she could struggle, the hoarfrost spread quickly throughout her body like a plague, turning into a solid layer of ice on her body, freezing her into an ice sculpture.
"You need to be calm and calm. β
"When you're calm, blink. β
The power of ice in Leon's possession can be fatal to ordinary people in just a moment, and even a mid-sequence witch is easily vulnerable.
She was about to go crazy, and she definitely didn't believe that it was because she wasn't attractive enough that she had gotten such a cold reception.
It's that this man is not a normal person at all!
"I just feel like you need to be calm. β
Leon felt a little unreasonable.
He didn't want to have a real confrontation with the witch in front of him, so when she blinked desperately, he immediately released his magic to keep the ice alive.
Fionaz broke through the ice, bursting out of magic that made her long hair flutter, she wrapped herself in a thin quilt, and whispered, "You did this to me!"
Fionaz picked up a flame to keep herself warm, and her face turned a little pale from the cold.
Leon swept the shattered ice ballast on the bed to the ground and sat back down.
A normal man should be pleasantly surprised when he is attacked at night, but he is different, he only feels troublesome and depressed about being disturbed from sleep.
"Yes, I need to be calm, but not refrigerated!"
This look forced Fionaz to swallow back the insulting words that followed, and only asked, "Are you a man or not?"
"Of course, and I do like women. β
Fionaz complained, "There's definitely something wrong with you! Either you're not good at it, or you're just a pervert." β
Leon just looked at her expressionlessly, without saying a word.
"Of course, it doesn't matter if you can't meet it, there are many more things worth pursuing in life, and only a fool will only think about 'love' and 'sex'. β
"Huh?"
Leon's fingertips also lit a flame, lighting the candle, causing the temperature in the room to rise, and this side expression of apology succeeded in calming Fionaz's anger a lot.
"It's just that I haven't touched a woman yet, so I hope that when I experience it for the first time β at least on my own initiative, and meet a woman who makes my heart flutter. β
Leon knew that even in this relatively conservative era, this idea was still strange, and he did something like a dogmatic devout congregation, but with a very different idea.
Fionaz pursed her lips, but her tone softened, "Well, I see, you're not a witcher at all, but a devout ascetic. β
Fionaz stared at Leon with a dumbfounded expression.
"I know you can't understand this incomprehensible idea, but it's my insistence. β
Not only the times have changed, but also because of the cultural differences between the East and the West.
In later generations, many Westerners even felt that the other person was terrible for the first time when they had a boyfriend and girlfriend, and of course, there were signs of this in the East.
"Not what you understand, but pretty much ......"
Leon wanted to explain it in more depth, but he soon realized that it was difficult for him to explain it even himself.
Like Adam and Eve, who ate the forbidden fruit.
"Tell me what kind of woman you like, I wonder where you can find a prettier woman than me. β
And the more people who still exist for the first time, the less easily they tend to discard it.
On the contrary, once many people have the first time, it is like breaking Pandora's box, and there will be countless times one after another.
"I don't know, I've thought about it before, but since I became a witcher, I haven't had time to think about it. β
Leon said very frankly.
Fionaz did look much calmer, with a slender fishtail sticking out from under the thin quilt, exuding a faint scent of wisteria flowers.
It's not fishy, it's surprising.
"But at that time, my main focus was on studying...... Learning about witchers, even if you occasionally have this thought, you can support yourself. β
Fionaz was overjoyed, "Oh, that's so, it's patheticβof course, you don't think so." β
Fionaz smiled: "I know that men are like male dogs in heat during puberty, they want to try everything, and you must be no exception at that time." β
"If the exception is strange, isn't it?"
"Love is a complete luxury for witchers, and I have only one vision, but I don't expect it to come true. β
"I seem to see what you mean. β
"But it's not a bad thing, it's much better than a man who indulges in sex every day. β
Fionaz was silent for a moment, then added, "If I were the little mermaid who lived in the North Sea, I might try to make you fall in love with me and keep you chaste." β
"No, Bolval will definitely ask us to wait until the potion effect is verified before leaving, so there is no need to rush to say goodbye, there is still a chance tomorrow. β
"Good night, then. β
She got up, and the fishtail turned into long, white legs again.
She didn't tease Leon again, but said goodbye to him seriously: "Goodbye Leon, tomorrow morning I need to assist the countess in taking potions, and it seems that you left at that time." β
He wanted to lie down and sleep, but the crushed ice melted and the futon was wet, and his heart was like a flame, and he didn't feel sleepy at all.
Even if he successfully resisted another temptation, it doesn't mean that he is really a puppeteer who doesn't know how to live and smell.
"Good night, ma'am. β
Seeing Fionaz away, Leon breathed a sigh of relief.
He felt that he was so close to the sky at this moment, and the dense stars were shining brightly, and the Milky Way was magnificent, as if it were within reach.
Fortunately, the towers of the castle of this era were not conical spires of the Gothic type, allowing him to use his legs against the edges, his arms as pillows, and the back of his head lying on an inclined surface.
He got up and pushed open the window, and climbed to the top of one of the castle's towers like a swift ape.
The breeze on his face made him sober up a lot.
He stood up and allowed himself to fall backwards from the tower, and the moment he was about to hit the ground, he turned into a black light and disappeared into the distance.
He turned into a great white wolf as strong as a tiger, running tirelessly and swiftly in the wilderness.