NABC Chapter 145 You're Too Late
Chapter 145 You're Too Late
Chapter 145 You're Too Late
In a fine restaurant on the banks of the Tasok River in the West End, which borders Queens.
A barely perceptible hint of disappointment flashed in Sirion's eyes, but he became even more disappointed after seeing the prices on the menu.
I reasonably suspect that she saw the gold medal in my pocket, which is why she asked me to have a beef meal with her.
As his thoughts drifted, he heard Clarice's slightly teasing words from across the room:
"I don't see any joy on your face from having lunch with a beautiful lady. Am I not good enough for you, or...?"
Do you think this pace is too slow?
"No, no, I'm just more reserved," Sirion quickly shook his head.
Clarice sighed softly, her voice filled with disappointment.
"What a pity, I thought you preferred Intis-style romance."
...No, I just don't like the idea of a man on top of another man. If only I didn't know about the "witch" method.
Cyril sighed inwardly, but didn't show it.
After an exciting, peaceful, and somewhat melancholic lunch with a beautiful and charming witch, Cyril offered to pay the bill and then took his leave.
Clarisse looked at him with a disappointed expression in her bright, captivating grey eyes: "Could you accompany me to stroll around Backlund some more?"
"This is my first time in this city of ten thousand, and I think I need a suitable guide. Besides, aren't you worried that I might run into some wicked people with ill intentions? I've heard that Backlund hasn't been peaceful lately."
Sirien suppressed the twitching corners of his mouth and looked at the other person helplessly... He was quite worried that there would be more unlucky people like him who would encounter a villain like you.
As he sighed, he suddenly felt that the other person was actually quite pitiful, and that rejecting such a beautiful woman was not the behavior of a gentleman.
In a flash, his mouth reacted even faster than his brain:
"Of course, it is a gentleman's duty."
After saying that, he immediately pursed his lips. If the current situation weren't inappropriate, he really wanted to slap himself.
I finally found an opportunity to say goodbye, but how could I resist the temptation...?
"I knew you were a gentleman."
Clarice smiled at him, then suddenly moved closer, took his arm, and led him out of the restaurant.
In just a few steps, he garnered envious and even jealous glances from many men and women present.
For the entire afternoon, Cyril followed Clarice, half-forced and half-willing, and toured almost the entire bustling Hillston district until evening. After having dinner together, he took her back to her hotel as requested before he was able to rest.
On the carriage ride back, he rubbed his aching legs and sighed:
"Shopping is a terrifying exercise; even the most extraordinary people can't handle such a high level of physical activity."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a soft, teasing laugh suddenly rang out from inside the carriage:
"It seems you need to work on your physique or strive for a promotion, otherwise your physical strength might not satisfy me."
Cyril's expression froze for a moment, then he turned his head to look at the glass window beside him.
The once-transparent car window suddenly became deep and dark, reflecting Clarice's beautiful and flawless face as she looked at him with a radiant smile.
Cyril leaned back slightly, then realized it was impolite and quickly sat up straight, changing the subject as he did so:
"You...you don't want me to take you back again, do you?"
Clarisse looked at him with a smile and said, "Although this request is a bit strange, I won't refuse if you like it this way~"
After a two-second silence, Sirion deliberately changed the subject.
"I think you suddenly turned around to find me because there must be something important on your mind, right?"
"It's not important, I was just having so much fun this afternoon that I forgot to remind you."
She paused, her expression becoming more serious, and continued:
"It seems you've been targeted by a vampire demigod, but I've already removed the mark from your body."
"It's a mild curse aura. It wouldn't pose any danger under normal circumstances, but on a full moon night when spiritual energy is high, it might attract some ominous spirit creatures."
"It's not life-threatening, but it'll probably cause you some distress."
Cyril's face stiffened as he thought of the powerful vampire who had appeared on the second floor of the coffee shop that morning.
...So, besides that self-destructing phantom bat, there's another hidden trick up your sleeve?
What a petty and troublesome guy!
As his thoughts drifted, he heard Clarice's boastful voice:
"I helped you solve a problem, shouldn't you show your appreciation?"
As she spoke, she moved her reflection in the car window closer.
"Thank you so much for your help and reminder. If you need any help in the future, please feel free to contact me anytime."
As he spoke, Sirion leaned back, feeling a certain part of his body, which had been tempting him, begin to rise.
Through the car window, Clarice gave him a somewhat resentful look:
"Although you acted very gentlemanly, there are times when you don't have to be so gentlemanly."
After saying that, without giving Sirien a chance to reply, her reflection in the glass took a step back and then disappeared silently.
In the southern part of the bridge, on Narcissus Street, inside a steeple church with the emblem of life engraved on its exterior wall.
Father Utravsky, who was praying at the table at the front of the hall, suddenly turned around and looked at the window on the side of the hall.
A figure dressed in a black tailcoat, wearing a matching top hat, and with his face painted like a clown, climbed in through the window.
"The church of the Mother Goddess will not reject anyone, and you don't have to treat the window as the main entrance."
...Also? Does that mean there are still people who like to climb through windows into churches?
After putting on a disguise, Klein let his thoughts wander for a moment, and then the image of Cyril inexplicably popped into his mind.
...He likes to climb through windows and walls, has been to and is familiar with the Harvest Church, making him highly suspicious.
Composing himself, he nodded slightly to Father Utravsky at the table, and then asked:
"You are Bishop Utravsky?"
"I heard you have something you'd like to commission, and the reward is the 'Pharmacist's' potion recipe?"
Father Utravsky was silent for a few seconds, then nodded:
"Yes, but you're too late."
"...I'm late?" Klein's bewildered expression couldn't be hidden even by the face paint.
Father Utravsky nodded slightly and explained:
"The person who asked you to find Emlyn to purchase extraordinary materials through the vampires' channels, he completed that request for me last night."
....All right."
After a moment of silence, Klein nodded helplessly to Father Utravsky, then asked with some curiosity:
"Father, how did you recognize me?"
Father Utravsky said calmly, "The breath and essence of life do not change because of outward appearance."
"I see."
Klein nodded to the other person and then turned and left the Harvest Church through the main entrance.
On the street illuminated by gas streetlights, he looked up at the pitch-black night sky and sighed helplessly:
"What kind of nonsense is this..."
"I always felt that guy was a bit of a jinx to me, no, I should say he was a jinx to my wallet."
The next day, before he even got out of bed, Sirion heard Harvin calling him from outside the door:
"Sirius, there's a very, very beautiful lady downstairs looking for you."
O_O
After a moment of mental blankness, the stunningly beautiful and alluring figure of Clarice popped into Cyril's mind.
He shook his head, letting the figure that easily aroused his physical reaction disappear, before asking through the door:
"Looking for me? Did she say who she was?"
"Clarice, her name is Clarice. When did you meet such a beautiful and charming lady?"
"You'd better get up quickly; it's not gentlemanly to keep a lady waiting."
"By the way, do you know her tastes and preferences? How should I treat her?"
Listening to Havin's rambling outside the door, Xireen's lips twitched slightly... As expected of a "witch," even Havin, who spends all day with machines, can be turned into this. It feels like they can straighten out even the most gay people.
After the joking thought faded, a sense of crisis inevitably arose in his heart. Allowing a "witch" to come into contact with his family was not a good thing.
Hopefully, this brief contact won't trigger the "witches'" passive ability to always bring disaster.
With a sigh to herself, Xi Ruien quickly got up, washed up, changed her clothes, and went downstairs.
In the living room, Clarice sat on the sofa with a smile on her face, listening to Havin's awkward and unskilled conversation across from her.
After marveling once again at the "witch's" allure, Cyril smiled and stepped forward:
"Backlund doesn't have the morning sun and gentle breeze, so why don't you sleep a little longer? For women, sufficient sleep helps maintain youthful skin."