Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 87 Soft Words of a Beauty

The blizzard engulfed everything, turning the earth into a pure white expanse, and the sounds of birds and insects fell silent.

The omnipresent cold wind seeped into the room through the cracks in the door and the windows. Fortunately, the constant-temperature inscription array kept the room warm.

Aglaia sat cross-legged on the sofa, her eyes glued to the live stream. Although it was just a replay from the arena channel, it was already novel enough for her, and she felt she could stay up all night watching it.

"Aglaia, go to sleep!" Mussofi stood behind him, holding onto the back of the sofa.

"But, Mr. Butler! It's so cold upstairs!" Aglaia turned to look at the panda man with an innocent expression.

"Alright! Let me think of something..." Mussophie raised her paw and scratched a tuft of hair sticking up on her head.

The barber firmly believes that this hairstyle is more handsome, more energetic, and more distinctive.

Mussofi thought it made a lot of sense. In the past, no one in the family had ever noticed when he got a haircut. At most, they were surprised that his head was rounder.

Upstairs, they opened the young master's wardrobe and found a thick fur coat. It seemed to be the only one, leaving no other options.

The northern climate is cold, so theoretically there shouldn't be a shortage of thick winter clothing. However, neither the young master nor the pandaren ever wear anything too thick, feeling that bulky clothes would hinder their agility.

Mussofi returned to the downstairs living room and handed Aglaia the clothes: "Here, take these!"

"Thank you, Mr. Butler!"

Aglaia regretfully ended the live stream: "Can I sleep downstairs? It's so cold up here..."

Mussofi pondered for a moment. The young master had said that, in theory, anything was permissible as long as he didn't forbid it.

"Okay! You'd better go to sleep obediently! You're a patient now..."

"Okay!"

The magical lights in the living room went out, and Aglaia slowly lay down on the sofa, casually shaking out her clothes and using them as a blanket to cover herself.

As Mussophie's footsteps faded into the distance, the only sound in the quiet living room was the ticking of the wall clock.

Unable to fall asleep anytime soon, Aglaia let her thoughts wander. She thought of how, in the past, when it snowed heavily in winter, she would always huddle together with her younger sister for warmth, and she longed to go back and see them.

She turned slightly over, clutching her clothes, and inexplicably felt a familiar fragrance, as if a small hand was scratching at her heart. A blush quietly rose to her cheeks, without her even realizing it.

"What brand of laundry detergent is that? It smells so good..." At first, Aglaia thought so too, but then she inexplicably smelled a similar scent on the cushion. Suddenly, a thought struck her.

"Could it be... the young master's scent!?"

A spark falls onto dry firewood, igniting youthful, restless bodies.

An unnamed forest on the outskirts of the capital.

Liadrin was in a daze when she suddenly felt someone gently pat her shoulder: "You're finally here. I've been waiting for you for so long..."

"Are you hungry? Have something to eat first!" Tai'an handed over a paper bag; the pie, which had been kept in his spatial ring, was still warm.

"Thank you!" Liadrin's smile was beautiful and pure. Although it was just ordinary food, it felt more comforting than any delicacy.

Tai'an also took out a pie and started eating, stepping on a thick tree root that had emerged from the ground: "I've taken care of all the people chasing you. What are your plans now?"

"I..." Liadrin paused slightly, "I have nowhere else to go, please take me in."

"I can give you some money and supplies, and arrange for you to go to a safe place." Tai'an bent down, picked up some foxtail grass from under the snowdrift, and cast a light spell on it.

The faces in the darkness finally came into view, and the two gazed at each other.

Her flawless beauty was like that of a deity descended to earth. If beauty were rated out of 100, she would probably score 99; the one point less is to prevent her from becoming arrogant.

Analogous to the women around us, Greenfield can only reach 95 to 96, Taiya can only reach 96 to 97, and Aglaia can only reach 97 to 98…

The only woman who can rival her is Principal hope.

As for the lolis whose appearances are not yet fully formed, they are not included in the calculation for now, but it is estimated that they are at least 90 points or above.

The young connoisseur realized that the woman in front of him was a hot potato; no wonder a powerful expert was chasing after her.

Liadrin's red lips trembled, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't: "Can I come with you? I'll do anything you want! I just want a quiet place where I can stay in my room all the time."

"The risk of taking you in is too great." Tai'an shook his head slowly, his expression regretful.

"I know! So, I want to beg you..." Liadrin's eyes were filled with sorrow and tears.

A beautiful woman, with tears in her eyes and soft words of pleading, could not be resisted by any hero. Unfortunately, the man before him was an immature young boy.

Tai'an's gaze remained calm: "Why bother? If you feel you lack the ability to take care of yourself, I will help make proper arrangements."

Liadrin's eyes were filled with determination, and her tone was resolute: "No, I only want to follow you."

"Why? We've only met once at most. If you don't tell me the real reason, I'll suspect you have ulterior motives."

Tai'an's mind flashed through the details of tonight's events. Especially the last scene, the killer's murderous intent as he locked onto Leah was unmistakable. The woman's behavior throughout the night had been naive and foolish; she didn't even know how to use the Constant Temperature Inscription. If he hadn't sensed it beforehand, she might have frozen to death on the run. It couldn't possibly be a spy or a honey trap.

"I..." Liadrin bit her red lips, speaking with difficulty, "I just want a child, a peaceful little home..."

I think you're perfect for me. Even if we don't have a formal relationship in the future, it doesn't matter; just being by your side will make me content…

"A child?" Tai'an's mind went blank; he himself was a child...

"I haven't had my coming-of-age ceremony yet, it's not appropriate..."

"It's alright, I can wait..." Liadrin stood up, snowflakes falling softly from her white fur coat. About half a head taller than Taian, she slowly approached, opened her arms, and embraced him tightly: "Promise me! Everything you want, everything only I have, I can give you..."

The softness and fragrance of a beautiful woman's embrace are intoxicating.

Tai'an was torn between his inner conflict and his own desires. His rational side urged him to stay away from trouble and potential danger. His lustful side told him he should accept this gift from fate; the prize was practically handed to him, why not take it? He knew that being coy would only result in getting nothing…

"Where would I fit in?"

In the end, reason prevailed, and the boy pushed away the blonde girl's shoulder, his eyes regaining their clarity.

There are some things that need to be clarified.

"Your heart! Untainted, pure and kind. I adore your beauty; our future children will be as lovely as you. Your family background can guarantee that our family will never suffer from material troubles..."

The more Liadrin spoke, the more convinced she became of her beliefs.

(End of this chapter)