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Frieren left.
" I’ll go back to reading.”
Leaving these words behind, she returned to her room without a second thought, after Himmel tried for the fourth time to sell her his carefully compiled collection of beautiful male actions.
Frieren would have been in a good mood today, perhaps because she had finally obtained an extremely advanced but demanding time magic in a small, out-of-the-way shop, thus freeing everyone with sour grapes. Of course, only Eisen liked them and spent all of his dinner time fighting.
And at this moment, a guy who had just been defeated ignored the sword that was about to be dumped next to him, taking the initiative to pick such a grape, then putting it into his mouth. I sincerely prayed for him in my heart, but the next second I still had a hissing gasp in my ears. The kind-hearted warrior, unable to turn a blind eye, silently handed him a cup of shaved ice besides, but the absence of the syrup probably only contributed to the worse.
The only good news was that now Himmel finally didn’t have to stick to the dignity and elegance of the so-called valorous hero, as well as finding ways to make himself more calm and more reliable.
After sufficiently marvelling at Eisen's marvelous tastes, our hero finally remembered his poor old friend who had watched the whole from the sidelines, and tried to enshrine a celibate priest as an emotional expert.
"Heiter...... Is she angry for my kidding?"
Dry wood crackling in the fireplace, as Himmel bitterly touched his firelight-stained cheeks, I suddenly realized that the raw material used by Frieren to make the shaved ice were actually from my collection.
It seemed that only an overdose of alcohol and a little innocuous complacency in daily life could bring this near-perfect swordsmanship genius down from the altar.
Yes, "near-perfect swordsmanship genius", although we were using this word, however, no matter how superb his swordsmanship and how swift his action was, he couldn’t help but be trapped by love now, almost like an episode in a third-rate novel.
"Don’t worry, Frieren's attitude hasn't changed from the previous three times. "
Wise people would never fall in love, and fools who were deeply immersed always got flip-flopping, and overly concerned about a word or a look from the one of affection. "It seems like that she was more contemptuous than angry", I swallowed back these cold-blooded words and comforted him just like an inclusive father.
Yet, Himmel's mood seemed even lower, and he almost closed his eyes in despair, so I had to accompany him on a long, incomprehensible contemplation.
The in-danger sword finally slipped to the ground, then a pair of silver horns peeped out of the remaining hill of grapes, and said:
"He has fell asleep. "
Sure enough, drunks won't make any sense. This was the wise advice from Eisen's beard after the last time or the second last time I woke up from a blissful hangover.