A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 219 The Gangster Adventurer and Her Young Boyfriend (The End)
The intermittent plum rains that had been falling all day finally stopped around midnight. Before the next dark cloud drifted in, the city and mountains could see the clearest starry sky. This was nature's reward. Three full moons cast a dreamy, ethereal blue glow among the stars, summer insects chirped, and the aurora borealis drifted by.

The clock had just struck 10 p.m., and in one corner of the city, the lights were still on. Occasionally, through the swaying curtains, along with the night breeze and the warm yellow glow of the floor lamps, one could hear contented yet somewhat weary whispers.

"It's so hot! Why aren't you sweating? I feel all sticky."

Quinn leaned back on the sofa, flipping through the quests he had brought back from the Adventurers' Guild, while using his other hand to fan Chaldale, who was nestled beside him.

The girl's fair skin was flushed with excitement, her hair was disheveled and clung to her neck, and the sweat left from the intense exercise trembled with her breath. Her eyes were still moist, and her voice was as alluring as a wildcat in heat in the night.

"Then let's install air conditioning," Quinn replied casually.

"air conditioner?"

"Ha, the magic of cooling. I have to pry up the floor to lay the matrix, and then clear out a room to install the power supply magic crystal. Hmm, I'm broke lately, so I'll just book a room next time. I think those hotels on Cloud Avenue have air conditioning."

This world has almost no technology related to electricity, and the only way to achieve home cooling is through arcane magic. However, to achieve warmth in winter and coolness in summer, one needs to install an arcane matrix and a power supply device that outputs mana. The cost is so high that ordinary wealthy people wouldn't even glance at it; only the truly super-rich can afford to do it.

"No, my family owns shares in those hotels. If my mother finds out I'm doing bad things before I'm even married, she'll kill me."

Xia Dai'er hummed twice, then stretched out her finger and gently drew circles on Quinn's body.

"It's all your fault! You've corrupted me, you have to take responsibility!"

Quinn gave a wicked grin.

"Ha, I don't care. I can talk about Platonic love. Oh, that is, a spiritual love that is purely physical."

"Fine, if you dare touch me again, I'll bite you—" Xia Dai'er said fiercely.

To everyone's surprise, Quinn nodded seriously and pulled his arm back from under Chaldale's head.

"Next time, let's go to the opera house to hear Merlin's Odyssey, a symphony, and 'Clever Donnie's Battle Against the Demon King.' We'll go to the art museum to see paintings and sculptures, and go to a lakeside restaurant to drink red wine and cut steak. Finally, I'll say, 'Oh! Miss Chaldale, I will love you forever,' and you'll say, 'May the goddess bless you, and good luck with your work.' Then we'll go home—how about that? Your parents must have had this standard aristocratic romance back in the day."

Xia Dai'er's cheeks puffed up with anger. The two stared at each other for a while, and finally couldn't help but burst into laughter.

She snuggled back into Quinn's arms, her full, soft flesh filling her sides, and chuckled, "No way!"

Why not?

"Because it's very comfortable." Her voice was barely audible.

Feeling the girl's fingers moving, Quinn said helplessly, "No, I'm done."

"Just be careful."

"What a slut."

"laugh"

He let his girlfriend entertain herself, then started browsing the Adventurers' Guild's quests.

After all, it's only a Silver-level mission, so there aren't many missions that can truly pique Quinn's interest.

Searching for a child missing in the sewers, searching for an arcane doll with the potential to go berserk, hiring a ghostwriter to take the civil service exam for the Monster Inspection Bureau, and inviting someone who considers themselves exceptionally gifted to participate in drug trials.
Although these were all unresolved tasks that had been sitting in the guild for a long time, many were obviously useless for "expanding one's knowledge." After much deliberation, Quinn finally selected only three out of the fifty-odd tasks to show the boss.

Among them, what interested him most was a merchant from Eastwell who claimed that his house was haunted. However, since he was a follower of the Sun Church and there were no people from the Church in Eswell, and he was unwilling to seek help from other religions, the guild was given a task that should have been under the jurisdiction of the religion.

Another quest concerns a child experiencing various abnormalities, while another concerns an unidentified creature appearing in the sewers. This quest has already killed three Silver-ranked adventurers, and the guild is preparing to promote it.

"Hey, how about I take you ghost hunting next week?"

He stroked Xia Dai'er's pink hair.

The girl kneeling on the ground slowly raised her head, lightly wiping the corner of her lips with her fingertips. After swallowing, the warm yellow light tinged her moist lips with a honey color. Her eyes under her eyelashes blinked playfully. Even though it had just ended, her pitiful gaze looking up from below ignited a burning desire for conquest in Quinn's heart.

Xia Dai'er chuckled and opened her mouth to show Quinn her clean oral cavity before climbing onto Quinn's chest like a sloth and lying down, panting as she asked, "A ghost?"

"Ghosts or something?" Quinn shrugged. "There's some danger involved, so you can't follow them all the time. If the boss is around, then it's fine."

"That sounds scary." Xia Dai'er showed no fear whatsoever, and said with great interest, "You have to protect me, okay?"

Since that afternoon, this was the first time Quinn had invited Chaldale to accompany him on an adventurer's quest. He knew the girl enjoyed these things, but there was also a sense of compensation in it.

He stroked her shoulder. "Are you hungry?"

"I ate it all! Oh no!!!"

Xia Dai'er sat up abruptly, almost dislocating Quinn's back as he was underneath her, but what caught her eye even more was the sight of a large white rabbit bobbing in front of her.

"Chef, chef, chef! There's stew simmering in the kitchen!"

Quinn reassured him, "It's alright. I smelled the burning smell two hours ago, and I turned off the stove on my way to the bathroom."

"Huh? Why didn't you say so?!"

"Please, back then..."

"Stop!" Xia Dai'er covered Quinn's mouth, her face flushed. "This young lady and you share the responsibility equally, alright? Let's stop here! Stop! Stop!"

He made an X with his hands in front of his chest.

"Tsk, can they really hold everyone equally responsible for this? What kind of 'big sister judge' is this?"

The two got up and went to the kitchen to look at the cream stew that Xia Dai'er had been busy preparing for an hour. They could only say that it was a good thing the kitchen window was open, otherwise the whole house would have smelled burnt. The black paste in the pot was so hard that it had to be scrubbed with a steel wool pad.

She sighed dejectedly, "I studied with Uncle Bob for a week... sob."

Bob is the head chef of the Branson family, and you can tell he's a true Ron Nation chef just by the fact that they don't hire any British chefs in the kitchen.

Quinn reached into the pot and scraped it, then licked his fingers and tasted it. Under the girl's shocked gaze, he praised, "Delicious, chocolate flavor."

Her shocked gaze gradually softened into one of emotion, and she pouted, "I can't eat anymore!"

“I can finish it.” Quinn really intended to do so, after all, it was prepared by Chaldale herself.

"No! It'll give you diarrhea."

"My stomach is so good that I can digest the tuna head at the Shadong Market."

"Hey, I'll give you some." "How did the topic veer off like this?"

Quinn glanced around the kitchen and noticed some leftover food, so she tied on her apron and started preparing to cook.

"Eggs, mushrooms, broccoli... what's this? Butter? The landlord seems to have given us some pasta. Found it. Oh, and canned tomatoes too. Too bad there's no meat. Make do with this. Go take a shower, you'll be done soon."

Quinn started a fire before even chopping the vegetables, her skillful manner clearly indicating she wasn't a first-time cook.

Xia Dai'er stared at him blankly.

"What...what are you going to do?"

"Cooking. We can't go hungry."

"I can do it."

Xia Dai'er tried to grab the kitchen knife, but Quinn immediately pushed her aside, slapped her on the butt, and then pointed to the bathtub in the living room and pushed the girl out—

"Go ahead. My cooking skills are just as good as your Uncle Bob's."

When he first arrived, Ankuya had rented an apartment for Quinn. Although the environment wasn't bad, it was, after all, Siwell's residence, so there wasn't much to it. When Quinn rented this apartment, he had taken Chaldale into consideration and directly chose the top-floor suite. He even personally purchased the furniture. Apart from lacking appliances, it already looked like a loft apartment in an Earth city.

The most exquisite feature is the bathtub placed in the living room, replacing the television and facing the sofa, which shows a great eye for aesthetics.

After showering, Chaldie put on her underwear, dried her hair with a towel until it was half-dry, and left it hanging down her back; it would dry quickly in this weather. Quinn carried two plates to the table; the pasta on the plates was even beautifully presented, rolled into a three-dimensional shape and drizzled with rich sauce. He spoke clearly and distinctly:
"Miss, please."

Xia Dai'er twitched her nose; it smelled wonderful.
"what have you done?"

"Freshly sliced ​​mushrooms with a special mixed vegetable and whipped cream sauce served with pasta."

Xia Dai'er was shocked. The sense of déjà vu was so strong. If Quinn wasn't only wearing a pair of underwear, she would have thought she was at the Mirror Lake Restaurant.

"So you can sell it for a higher price, but it's really just noodles with minced meat sauce, so just eat it as is."

Quinn sat down and took the first bite. The taste was so-so. He didn't know much about the ingredients in this other world, so he could only make do based on his experience.

Xia Dai'er didn't touch the fork, but looked at Quinn with some guilt.

"What's wrong? Doesn't it suit your taste?"

"No, um," she stammered, "Um, Quinn, let me cook next time. I've been learning lately."

"It's not good for a man to cook for a woman, people will say things like, um, it's embarrassing or something."

"By whom did you say that?"

"My father never cooked for my mother, but he was an excellent barbecue chef; he just wouldn't cook for her privately. I'm saying, you don't need to do this for me."

Xia Dai'er looked as if she had made a very serious mistake.

This is actually unavoidable. If it were a girl from an ordinary family, Celia wouldn't be so resistant. While the education of the upper class shapes character, it also has its rigid aspects. The civilization of the world of Temuran is not as advanced as that of modern times. Even in the relatively open Southern Continent, the etiquette of men working outside and women staying at home is followed. Men who do too much housework are considered "unambitious," and women who are too assertive are also easily criticized.

This is why Jenny needs to bring her son Elon to the forefront to manage the family business.

This tradition is even more pronounced in high society, especially among the nobility, whose family structures and social etiquette remain almost unchanged from those of the Southern Continent nobility a thousand years ago. Throughout the entire Southern Continent, very few women can inherit titles, and of those, only one wields true power—Lord Cavendish of Ron.

Quinn twirled a forkful of pasta and stuffed it into the girl's mouth, silencing her cautious whispers.

"Even Superman cooks for his girlfriend after a bathtub fight, so why can't I?"

“Superman? Hmm, delicious.” Xia Dai’er’s eyes widened. This was really delicious. The salty and mellow cream served as the base flavor, perfectly blending the sweet and sour taste of the tomatoes with the savory aroma of the mushrooms. The broccoli and noodles both maintained their chewy and crisp texture.
"The righteous police officers in my hometown fly around fighting bad guys, and usually pretend to be honest people living in the city. They are childhood idols loved by many people."

Xia Dai'er looked at him with sudden realization—

"Isn't that you?"

"Am I usually very honest?" Quinn was speechless. "Superman fights bad guys without expecting anything in return, but I want to earn a bounty."

"You were so obedient before, weren't you? Hmph, I wonder if you were just pretending to be stupid, waiting to take the initiative and then manipulate me."

"Ahem." Quinn coughed lightly. "Anyway, this is quite normal in my hometown. A healthy marital relationship should involve mutual consideration, like you cooking and I washing the dishes, or me working and you doing the housework, rather than one person acting like a lord at home with a huge appetite. However, a dishwasher is still very necessary; I need to find some magic at the academy that can clean the pots and pans properly."

Chaldale didn't listen to anything Quinn said after that.

Healthy marital relationship
If you're a married couple, can you spend every day together, wait for him to go to get off work and come home, tie his tie for him before he leaves, and say "Honey, you've had a great day" when he comes home?
My face is so hot, it feels like it's boiling.
Quinn had no idea the girl was already thinking about what to name the baby. He casually said, "Don't worry about what others think. Besides, it's just the two of us here. I even made sure it was soundproof and privacy-protected. No one outside can hear you calling out, haha."

He was, after all, a modern man, and still hoped to get along with Xia Dai'er in a comfortable way.

"If one party is compromising themselves, the relationship won't last. But washing the blankets is really a hassle; they always get soaked. Should I get a housekeeping doll?"

I miss you, Doraemon! Could you please finish setting up the air conditioner and the dolls before your business trip?
Xia Dai'er looked at the noodles on the plate. Only those who truly love food would arrange their food beautifully in their daily lives. Quinn wasn't just saying it; he genuinely didn't care.
"Sometimes I feel like you're so different from everyone else," she said softly. "That's probably why I fell for you."

"Is your brother also old-fashioned?"

"Hmph, why bring up my brother at this time? Shouldn't you respond to me?" the girl protested indignantly.

"I like you."

The proud and pretty face flushed red after being directly confronted, and now it was Xia Dai'er's turn to change the subject: "My brother... my brother, my brother is alright, he's not pretentious at all, and he often makes me bento boxes, but they're not as good as yours. My brother only knows how to make sandwiches, and he just smothers them with a ton of cream."

"Speaking of which, it seems like Katrin started having a crush on my brother because he casually made her a sandwich. Don't tell anyone, or she'll be upset—"

Quinn seemed to be deep in thought. The female knight, Chaldale, had a crush on his brother.
Could we also get some information from Katrin, since she's always the one picking up and dropping off Xia Dai'er?

"I'm full." Xia Dai poured the remaining noodles into Quinn's plate.

"Are you full already?"

"Of course, I want to lose weight by eating quickly, and then go shopping."

Shopping at this hour?

"Just stopping by to buy a small umbrella. Why are you laughing? I'll beat you up!"

(End of this chapter)