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Chapter 67
Chapter 67. Farewell, Saint-Denis
Fick gently moved his arm, which had gone somewhat numb from being pressed down, then wrapped it around the smooth shoulders of the young woman on top of him, enjoying the soft, warm fragrance in his embrace.
Not only had he endured Lewd Sister Shulia’s yoga positions the entire time, he had even managed to go back and forth with her, battling from the private bath all the way to Shulia’s room. In the end, he had set a record of nine consecutive rounds, while conveniently strengthening himself along the way and pushing his knight level up to upper D-rank. This was the confidence that came from unlimited refills granted by Magic Crystal immunity.
Fick pressed down Shulia’s hand as she tried to launch a sneak attack. “Stop touching. Let the maids change the water in the pool first, and let us wash up.”
“Then wash with me.”
Ŵẽ bñ о̄ v̂ӗl̃ Ēǹu m̀.a
“Does your waist still hurt?”
“It is practically broken. Hmph. Next time—next time, I will make you feel so good you beg for mercy.”
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“Like a certain someone last night, who was only one step away from calling me Big Brother?”
“Yes!”
Blushing, Shulia wrapped herself in a bathrobe, put on her outer clothes, and went to call the maids to change the water while holding her waist.
“By the way, you have to come back in four months. I will be on summer vacation then.”
W̆ ēb̂ n̆ӧ v́ e l Ën u mа
“I know, baby. Tell outsiders that I have shut myself in to write a new work. Also tell Alex not to worry. Once I come back, I will seriously work on the knight order.”
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As soon as Fick stepped into the hall of the Royal Literary Society, which was covered with a deep velvet carpet, the president was already smiling as he came forward.
He weighed a heavy bag of gold coins in his hand and handed it to Fick, his tone carrying a hint of teasing. “When it comes to sneaking a taste, it is better not to make it too obvious. If that demoness finds out, you will not have a good time.”
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Fick accepted the money pouch, his heart full of confusion. He could not help asking, “How did you see it, old man?”
When the president heard this, he shook his head helplessly, patted Fick on the shoulder, and said in a tone that carried both understanding and ridicule, “That girlfriend of yours is a witch to begin with. Right now, your face is full of springtime satisfaction, and you cannot hide it at all. Anyone with eyes can tell at a glance.
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“Although this matter does somewhat go against chivalry, there is nothing that can be done about it. Physiological needs have to be resolved, and witches can spread Magic Crystal disease.”
The two chatted as they walked to the president’s office. “I heard you are from North Saphile. Can you get me a couple of travel permits?”
When the president heard this, he raised his gray-white brows. The mocking smile he had originally worn instantly vanished. He looked Fick up and down, his eyes full of suspicion. “What do you want to go there for?”
He leaned back into the velvet armchair behind him and picked up the porcelain teacup on the desk to take a sip. “That place is desolate, cold, and barren. It does not even have any decent libraries. It is full of wasteland and refugees everywhere, and it is so miserable it can peel off a layer of your skin. You are going to that broken place for research?
“I think you clearly want to sneak around and do something outrageous, and if something goes wrong, you want the Royal Literary Society to take the blame.”
Hearing this, Fick leaned forward slightly, his tone carrying a deliberately showy air. “I have a new work called 《The Count of Monte Cristo》. I want to refer to North Saphile’s local customs and scenery. I am still considering whether I should mention the name of the sponsor of its literary creation in the notes.”
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Those words struck the president’s thoughts with perfect accuracy. He instantly sat up straight. The suspicion on his face disappeared completely, and he immediately put on an enthusiastic and generous expression. Even his tone grew noticeably warmer.
He quickly removed a silver ring inlaid with a dark blue gemstone from his finger. The gemstone was engraved with the dual crests of the Royal Literary Society and North Saphile. At a glance, it was clearly a token of extremely high authority. He casually handed it to Fick, as if afraid Fick would go back on his word. “Here. What travel permits could be better than this? This is my exclusive North Saphile advisor ring. Take it, and every checkpoint within North Saphile will let you pass. It is more useful than any travel permit.”
Then he hurriedly reminded him, his tone full of urgency, “Remember, you must write clearly in the book that this work was fully sponsored and supported by Smith Fred, standing director of the Royal Literary Society. Not a single word can be missing!”
“I have always admired your city-wall-thick skin, Old Fred. You change faces without losing a single point of composure. Tell outsiders that I will be in seclusion for four months to write.”
The president was not annoyed in the slightest. Instead, he asked Fick what 《The Count of Monte Cristo》 was about. Fick roughly described just a little of the opening, and the president immediately stroked his goatee in satisfaction.
The old man pulled Fick into a long, rambling conversation. One moment, he reminded him to be careful outside; the next, he repeatedly muttered about the note mentioning his sponsorship in the book. He also did not forget to tease him a few more times, saying that if he was dissatisfied with East Saphile, he was welcome to come to North Saphile as an advisor at any time.
En̈umа̃
After they wrangled for quite some time, Fick properly put away the money pouch and ring, then left the literary society.
The early spring wind swept past his neck with a slight chill. Seeing quite a few nobles on the road saluting him, he touched his cheek and only then realized that his face was not suitable for going out alone.
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Fick turned into a grocery store at the mouth of an alley. Without even raising his head, the old shopkeeper handed him a somewhat old silver-edged mask. It was a style commonly used by upper-class people, covering most of the face and leaving only the sharp line of the lower jaw exposed.
Fick paid the money and put on the mask. His field of vision instantly became slightly narrower, but it also gave him a somewhat greater sense of secretive freedom.
He headed straight to those Magic Crystal shops. The process of buying Black Crystal and Azure Crystal did not go smoothly.
For the sake of profit, those traveling merchants always wanted to tamper with the purity. Fick had crammed on the subject thanks to Shulia, and with his precise judgment of Magic Crystal refractive indices, he exposed each of their tricks one by one.
Wе bñ оv̈ е̇l̇ Е̃ ňum_а̌
He spent six gold Manes to obtain five standard pieces of Black Crystal and more than twenty standard pieces of Azure Crystal. He carefully stuffed them into his inner satchel, while placing one Azure Crystal in his mouth.
At this moment, the taste of Azure Crystal and the taste of traveling alone gained a concrete texture. No one was smiling and handing him gold coins like the president, and no one was beside him reminding him of risks. Every judgment and choice belonged only to himself.
The gradually setting sun dyed the clouds orange-red, rose-purple, and pale gold. Layers of sunset glow covered the entire sky, and the rosy light poured down onto the Holy River, turning the whole river into flowing molten gold. The grass, trees, buildings, and pedestrians along the banks were all enveloped in this gentle dusk, and even the wind slowed.
Saint-Denis never appeared desolate. Instead, it possessed a settled tranquility.
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At dusk, he paid ten silver and joined a merchant caravan heading for North Yankton. First, he followed the group aboard a large merchant ship named the Frank.
On the deck, Fick refused several merchants who had seen his extraordinary bearing and wanted to get acquainted. Alone, he leaned against the ship’s railing and looked once more at Saint-Denis in the dusk.
W еb̊ nоv̂ е̃ l̆ Ӗn̄u m̄а
The evening wind was vast and sweeping, and Saint-Denis’s lights turned into a hazy halo in the distance.
Leaning against the ship’s railing, Fick took out the handkerchief embroidered with dark patterns from his pocket. The corner was also embroidered with the words “Fick Louis.”
This was the love token Shulia had given him. Thinking about it, that rascal Shulia had definitely finished weaving it long ago, but had simply been too embarrassed to give it to him.
In the month or so since his memories had recovered, earth-shaking changes had occurred in him. He was a Royal Advisor, a literary master, an Academician, and a half-knight with D-rank strength who could use near A-rank patterns.
He was no longer the small-city noble who could only stare helplessly as his younger sister left, and who even needed his girlfriend to pay his sister’s living expenses.
The ship’s whistle sounded long and loud, cutting through the dusk. Fick adjusted his mask slightly, then turned and walked toward the cabin.
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