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He withdrew his hand and was momentarily stunned.
He always thought that Serfa was a simple-minded idiot. Even when Serfa said she was willing to train him, he didn't take it seriously. Most of the time, he treated her like a troublesome silly dog.
However, her lips and tongue were also very soft. Although she had subconsciously acted like a silly dog when she was being bitten, looking back now, it was a very enjoyable experience!
Moreover, no matter how you look at it, Serfal is actually quite beautiful, with a rich and generous figure, full of vitality. Although her tail and dragon wings are a bit of a hindrance, when you are held by her, you can fully feel the elastic touch.
Although she usually seems absent-minded and unreliable, she is surprisingly serious when it comes to her own affairs. However, it seems that Latis has never really delved into the nature of his feelings for her, or rather, only now has he truly realized that Serfa is also a beautiful and lovely girl?
If that's the case, doesn't it mean he's secretly having a date with this silly dragon in the woods right now?
"Oh no, oh no, thinking about it this way, my fatherly love for Serfal is going to turn sour! If I treat her like a girl, ugh, this..."
Gulu gulu...
Just as Latis was caught in a mental struggle, his ears twitched as if he heard a strange sound.
Gulu gulu...
"Wait! My soup!"
Latis quickly snapped out of his daze, looked up at Serfal who was already holding the cauldron of soup and pouring it down his throat, and exclaimed in alarm:
"Leave some for me..."
Before he could finish speaking, Serfal put down the soup pot, puffed out his cheeks, and stared blankly at Latis with bewildered eyes.
“Point…” Latis finished the last word, then paused for two seconds, sighed helplessly, and said:
"Alright, if you like it, I'll make it for you next time... It's rare to find a dish that's actually made well."
Serfar scratched his head, his eyes darting around slightly, and his calves silently tensed as he straightened his body.
"Alright, we've finished eating. Now let's start planning what to put in your place... Hmm!"
Before Latis could finish speaking, he saw Serfal suddenly pounce on him. His eyes widened, and before he could even ask a question, he felt a pair of soft and firm lips press against his own.
“You…!”
He uttered two words, about to hurl a tirade at this reckless, silly dragon, when a nimble tongue darted straight into his mouth, and a small sip of still-hot creamy mushroom soup was passed down to Serfar.
Although there wasn't much soup left, it seemed to enhance the sweet and rich flavor through Serfal's lips and tongue. Perhaps it was because the red dragon's mouth was very hot, or perhaps it was because Serfal himself was full of such a sweet and rich flavor. Latis couldn't tell for a moment, and could only helplessly and amusedly retaliate against the tongue that was licking everywhere like a silly dog.
"Alright! I have to admit now that Serfal is a pretty attractive silly dragon. Damn it, is this guy some kind of self-taught genius at romance?"
Latis thought to himself, swallowed the cream of mushroom soup in his mouth, patted Serfa's drum, and was about to push her away by placing his hands on her waist when suddenly he felt a burning sensation in his chest, as if a fire had instantly ignited and spread throughout his body before Latis could react.
"Wait... what's going on?!"
He felt his head dazed for a second in the intense heat, and when he came to his senses, he found that his hands were already gripping Serfa's supple drum and kneading it incessantly.
"Wow!"
Latis was startled and instinctively tried to let go, but an inexplicable force held his hand on Serfal's drum. He cursed inwardly that the force was his own fault, took a deep breath, and bit his tongue hard.
"Ow!"
Serfa was struck dumb, his whole body jolted, and with a howl, he pulled his bitten tongue out of Latis's mouth, covered his mouth, and collapsed against Latis's chest.
"Damn it, why is it biting yours..."
Latis's lips twitched slightly. He scratched his head awkwardly, coughed twice, patted Serfal's head, and asked softly:
"Silly Dragon, are you alright?"
Serfar stuck out his tongue, raised his head, moved his tongue with teary eyes, and shook his head.
"Ahem, anyway, it's good that you're alright... Hey, that's strange, why am I so hot..."
Latis wiped the sweat from his forehead and sensed his feverish body with some confusion.
"It seems like I've received some kind of boost; my body and magic have become more active. I wonder what kind of ingredient is causing this... Strange, why am I sweating so much?"
He scratched his head, shifted Serfael who was sitting on his lap, and was shocked to find that his clothes were soaked with sweat.
"It must be Serfar's sweat..."
Serfal's uncertain voice came from behind. Latis looked up and saw her stand up hesitantly, touch her hot pants, and then decisively pull them off.
Tick.
Latis stared at the sweat-soaked dragon's lair, his mouth agape in shock. Before he could speak, Serfal stroked his chin, a glint of wisdom in his eyes, and grinned, saying:
"Anyway, Little Ra, help Serfal cool down!"
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"This should be it... I never thought that I, a dignified Knight of Light, would get lost even in a small mage territory. Damn it, what a humiliation..."
Jennifer wore a very tense expression, as if she was recalling her embarrassing past of using holy water to help guide her when she got lost in the wild.
"How could this happen? Is this the kind of quality a knight should possess? No, when Lazi has time, I must drag him to play that fantasy game that cures getting lost, 'Bloodthirsty Horseman'..."
She shook her head, squeezed past several clumps of trees, and suddenly her gaze stopped, landing on the scattered pieces of wood on the ground.
"Ah, Lord Frico said that Lazi took Serfal to build a dragon's lair. It must be here. These are the plants they cleared out!"
Jennifer chuckled, raised her right hand, used the nail plate on her arm as a mirror to tidy her face, then nodded vigorously and took a step.
"Lazi, I'm back!"
She moved swiftly, and in the next second she appeared in the surrounding valley, looking at the figure she had missed so much after only two days apart.
"Lazi, let me tell you, the Pope... um?"
Jennifer was about to launch into a tirade about the meeting she'd just finished when she saw Serfal, now back in her dragon form, curled up on the hill, watching her. Her golden dragon eyes blinked, and she looked away. Tiny flames flickered from her dragon mouth, making it seem like she'd just been in a fight.
Latis had just turned around when he turned around. He looked sweaty, with beads of sweat still on his face, and he was holding a square piece of black cloth in his hand, the contents of which were unknown.
"Oh, Jennifer! How were the meetings these past two days?"
Latis chuckled twice, glanced at the cloth in his hand, hesitated for a moment, pretended to wipe his face with a towel, and quickly put it back in his pocket.
Jennifer tilted her head, vaguely sensing that something was amiss, but couldn't quite put her finger on it. She sniffed the air and approached Latis, saying:
"The meeting was truly indescribable, I'll tell you the details later... Speaking of which, what did this taste like? Lazi, did you sneak some food behind my back?"
"Stealing, stealing food?!"
Latis shook his head repeatedly, picked up a soup pot from the ground, and explained, "I just made a pot of cream of mushroom soup... burp, that's probably what it tastes like."
"That's stealing food!"
Jennifer snorted and clenched her fist as she spoke;
"Make me a serving next time! By the way, why do you keep hiccuping?"
“…As you can see.” Latis took a deep breath and said with a serious expression:
“I drank lots and lots of cream of mushroom soup.”
Chapter 289 Minutes of the Cult of Light
"Boss, Miss Jennifer, you're back?"
Just as Frico put the "Knowledge Handbook" back into the mage tower, she saw Jennifer, wearing half-armor, chatting enthusiastically with Latis as she walked back to the central courtyard via a side path.
"Yo, Frico."
Latis still had a few sweat stains on his body. He waved to Frico, and after Jennifer went inside the mage tower to wait for him, he looked curiously at the large wooden box placed in front of the mage tower door and said:
"Let's go upstairs and discuss something. Jennifer will stay home for dinner tonight... By the way, what's this?"
"Ah, boss, these are the weeds that were cleared out of the mage's territory. They were supposed to be thrown away, but I haven't finished clearing them all yet."
Frico opened the lid of the wooden box, showed the contents, and continued to explain:
"Lady Artemis spent a lot of time selecting the plants suitable for leaving during the magic surge, so I also need to take charge of the subsequent maintenance."
"...What do you mean by a professional team?!"
Latis sighed, about to tell Frico to continue her work, when suddenly a few familiar things caught his eye. He paused, examined the contents of the wooden crate carefully, his lips twitched, and without changing his expression, pointed to the two ingredients he had just eaten and asked:
"What is this? It looks familiar; I think I saw it just now."
"Wha, what?"
Frico looked at the plant Latis was pointing to and exclaimed in alarm:
"This is a budding flower that will turn into a super-sized flower bud! The other one is a ghost head mushroom that can easily cause physical agitation! The mage's territory still hasn't been cleared out. Boss, where did you see it?"
"I just saw it in the northwest corner of the mage's territory..."
Speaking of this, Latis suddenly remembered the black cloth he still had rolled up and stuffed in his pocket, ostensibly a handkerchief, but actually Serfal's soaking wet hot pants... He glanced furtively at Jennifer, who was browsing the merchandise in the prop shop, coughed lightly, pulled Frico aside, and whispered:
"We've chosen a small ravine there as our dragon's lair. Serfa is already sleeping there. When you go later, remember to bring her a change of clothes..."
"Bring clothes?"
Frico was silent for a moment. Her keen senses, typical of a working professional, instantly detected something amiss. She glanced cautiously at Jennifer, tugged at Latis's sleeve, and pulled him towards the flower stand, whispering:
"Would a long skirt be alright? The clothes provided by the mage's guild don't have any close-fitting garments suitable for combat."
"A long dress... let me think..."
Latis and Frico stared at each other for a moment. Seeing Frico's professional expression, he couldn't help but slap his face and mutter under his breath:
"Why are you so skilled!"
"It seems possible."
Frico nodded slightly, then hesitated for a moment before asking:
“Miss Serfa… is she alright? I mean, does she need any contraceptive magic…”
"wait wait wait!"
Latis couldn't hold back for a moment, quickly shaking his head to interrupt Frico, and cried out in despair:
"This is getting more and more outrageous! That's not what I meant... really, that's not it!"
"Oh... I'm sorry, boss, I made a mistake..."
A hint of regret flashed across Frico's face. She coughed lightly and said somewhat awkwardly: