A fantastical journey across the heavens, beginning with the Witcher.

The midday sun pierced through the fine linen curtains, turning into golden wisps that scattered across the bed.

In the center of the crumpled bed sheet, a figure was curled up. A thin blanket was laid across the chest and abdomen, blocking a large area of ​​the body. The exposed thighs were whiter than milk, and the wine-red hair was scattered on the plain bed sheet, like a blazing rose, dazzlingly beautiful.

She was fast asleep, her long eyelashes casting faint shadows in the sunlight, her cheeks still flushed from the absurd night.

The sunlight gradually shifted, landing precisely on the corner of her eye, and the glaring light finally roused her from her slumber.

Elena's eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly opened her eyes. A look of confusion flashed in her eyes at first, but then she squinted as the bright light stung her eyes, and instinctively raised her hand to shield them.

The dull pain after a hangover felt like a sledgehammer hammering down on my head. My brain was foggy, heavy, and swollen, and my whole body felt weak and sore, as if I had run around the Bullburg a few times last night and fought a fierce battle with someone.

"Headache...cough cough."

The words had barely left his mouth when his throat, already parched, began to protest.

She instinctively reached for the bedside table, picked up the still-warm teacup, and gulped down a glass of water before feeling alive again.

After propping herself up, she leaned against the headboard, her gaze sweeping across the familiar room. The next second, she froze.

The room, which is usually neat and tidy, is now a complete mess.

Last night's absurd memories flooded my mind: the farce in the tavern, almost driving an old man to his death by singing dirty songs, the panic when I bumped into my grandfather in the square, and the crazy night we spent entwined together after returning home.

She knew it! She'd been drunk before, so why was she feeling so bad this time? Turns out she'd been tormented by someone for half the night... um... tormented each other for half the night.

Elena gritted her teeth, propped herself up, and picked up the gauze dress draped at the foot of the bed, slowly putting it on.

The cool clothing clung to my skin, and the slightly cool touch dispelled some of the heat.

She walked barefoot on the wooden floor, her steps unsteady as she descended the stairs. Just as she turned the corner, her gaze fell upon the desk in the living room.

Li De, wearing a linen shirt, sat at her desk, one hand resting on the table as she read something, the other tearing open a piece of soft bread and dipping it in her favorite raspberry sauce.

With his eyes lowered, he showed less of the fierceness on the battlefield and the cunning at the card table, and more of a rare calmness.

Elena was furious. That bastard! Last night he had exhausted her so much that she was practically paralyzed with fear, and he was acting like nothing had happened, pretending to be a quiet scholar reading a book!

For a moment, she forgot all the soreness in her body, her pace quickened abruptly, and she rushed up behind Li De, snatched the bread that Li De had put to his mouth, and stuffed it into her own mouth.

Li De turned around helplessly, a faint gleam in the golden cat's eyes: "Your food is warming up in the pot."

Elena chewed on her bread, her cheeks puffing out, her chin slightly raised: "I love eating what I've stolen!"

At this moment, her gaze swept across the desk and landed on the book that Li De had spread out beside him. The cover was yellowed and the edges were badly worn, looking like notes that had been repeatedly read.

She had read every single book on the bookshelf; these were not her personal collection.

Driven by curiosity, Elena ignored her aches and pains and simply turned around and plopped down on Li De's lap, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.

"What are you looking at? You were so engrossed that you didn't even notice me walking up behind you."

Li De took the opportunity to raise his hand and put it around her waist, his palm touching her slightly cool gauze dress.

"These are the notes left by the warlock who manipulated the blood demon. He picked them up while sorting through his loot, thinking he might find something useful."

Elena stiffened, a hint of worry appearing on her face, her voice slightly tense: "Don't tell me you're also interested in methods of controlling monsters?"

Li De gently patted the girl's waist in his arms, signaling her to relax.

"What I'm really interested in is the armor on the monster."

As he spoke, he flipped through a few pages of his notes and began to explain the processing procedures on the page.

"The armor material seems to be a metal that the warlock researched himself. It is not only stronger than steel, but also has a strong magical conductivity. When the Blood Demon becomes invisible, the armor plates on his body can also become invisible along with it. It is much more powerful than ordinary enchanted armor. The problem is that there are many things I don't understand."

After hearing this, Elena's tense body slowly relaxed, and she said in a gentle tone, "I don't know anything about sorcerers and alchemy, but there are professors in the academy who specialize in mysticism and have been studying magic and enchanting techniques for many years. They have a deep understanding of alchemy."

"Furthermore, the academy's former headmaster was a powerful sorcerer who left behind a considerable amount of information. Would you like me to take you to investigate?"

Li De's eyes lit up instantly. The most precious things in the world are knowledge and inheritance.

As the main force driving technological development, sorcerers have passed down many secrets from generation to generation.

Unfortunately, this group of people are extremely arrogant. When dealing with members of the Warlock Brotherhood before, they didn't even have the chance to get close to the information. They never expected that the opportunity would be so close at hand now.

He tightened his grip on her waist slightly, his tone tinged with uncertainty: "Those documents...can I see them?"

Hearing this, Elena raised her chin even higher, puffed out her chest, and said with pride, "Others definitely can't do it, but with me here, you can see whatever you want. However..."

As she spoke, her tone suddenly softened, "The really useful information is all in my grandfather's office. He's probably still angry right now, so I'll take you to see it in a few days after he calms down."

Li De instantly recalled the comical scene in the square last night and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Yeah, last night you followed that old man around singing those cheesy little tunes the whole way, and we couldn't stop you. You almost made the old man die of anger. When your grandfather saw it, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and he almost rushed up and beat us up."

Elena curled her toes in embarrassment, muttering with a hint of resentment, "It's not my fault, it's all that old man's fault. During Lily's public trial, he was the loudest shouter, and now he wants to interfere with our singing too! I'm lucky he's not infuriated!"

"Go and say the same thing to your grandfather, and see if he agrees."

"Tsk... How about we sneak into the principal's office tonight and retrieve the documents?"

"Uh... what you're talking about isn't taking, it's stealing."

"Not returning it is stealing!" Elena pouted and retorted in a low voice. "What we're doing is at most... borrowing! Borrowing it to look at for a few days, and then returning it. How can a scholar's business be called stealing?"

"Nonsense."

Li De shook his head decisively: "You are my granddaughter. If you are found out, you will only get a scolding at most. I don't want to offend the principal over this. If I can't even get into the gate of Niubao, it will be a loss."

"Let's talk about it after your grandfather calms down. I need to rest in Cowburg for a few days anyway. By the way, do you know any master craftsmen who forge armor and weapons? Could you help me make a connection?"

Elena tilted her head and pondered for a moment.

"There are quite a few craftsmen. Not to mention, the city guard has its own dedicated armorers who can make ordinary weapons and armor. But when it comes to master blacksmiths, the only one in the entire Bullburg is Master Scrooge."

"Does the name sound like a dwarf's?"

"That's right! Master Scrooge is almost two hundred years old. I heard that he forged the sword of King Foltest of Temeria. However, he's a bit eccentric. Although he runs a blacksmith shop, it's more like he's indulging his hobby. If you go there yourself, you can at most buy a few ready-made weapons. You can't order a custom-made one."

Li De hugged the person in his arms a little tighter: "Judging from this, you have connections?"

"Hmph, of course, he's an old acquaintance of my grandfather. I even pulled his beard when I was a kid! With me taking you, there won't be any problems."

Elena gently poked Li De's chest with her fingertip, a hint of smugness in her voice: "How about that? Aren't I amazing?"

"Wow, that's amazing! It's such an honor to have the chance to meet you, Miss. Please don't move, I'll serve you lunch."

As he spoke, Li De leaned over to kiss the beauty in his arms on the cheek, but was pushed away in disgust.

"Hey~ you still have raspberry jam on your lips, stay away from me."

"Heh, we kissed so many places last night, now..."

"Shut up!"