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Chapter 673

Chapter 673: Chapter 66: The February 16th Appointment Chapter 673: Chapter 66: The February 16th Appointment Aiwass always found Morgan’s smile unsettling.

But on an intuitive level, he didn’t sense any malice...

and in the game, Morgan was considered a friendly NPC.

She wasn’t just a nonparticipant; she had even been a teammate in the raid on the Shadowy Celestial Marshal.

Just because of that, Aiwass had a foundational level of trust in her.

Moreover, as a fellow fairy of the Path of Love, Morgan’s personality was noticeably more normal than Vivian’s— at least, Morgan wouldn’t heartlessly kill someone she had once loved.@@@@

Vivian possessed a strong seeker’s obsession.

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Every love she experienced was wholehearted, but also intensely purposeful.

After falling in love with someone, to rid herself of distractions, she would kill them or eliminate them.

This allowed her to love the next person with her entire being.

Morgan’s obsession and desire on the Path of Love were not as strong as Vivian’s.

She had adaptability in other paths, and the Path of Love was merely the most joyful and suitable one for her.

Rather than leveling up, she preferred a carefree lifestyle.

Therefore, she was always leaving her mark everywhere, yet never stayed too long in one place...

a stark contrast to Vivian’s earnestness in love— as long as she liked someone, even if it was just a first meeting, she would passionately pursue them, attempting to be wholehearted lovers for a few nights; but she would decisively leave before truly falling in love, severing all ties.

In short, hook them and book them.

Even the Silver-Crowned Dragon wasn’t an exception.

Therefore, unlike Vivian, Morgan was very well-known in the Material Realm.

Whether it was Vivian, Circe, Isis, or Medea, they were all dangerous Angel Envoys...

purely from a physical standpoint, Morgan was the only fairy harmless to the human body.

Morgan simply relished that “brief yet unforgettable love.” Preferably the kind where after one night, the two would never see each other again—perhaps encountering each other again decades later in a different place, ready to relive the moment spontaneously.

But she would never live an easy, tranquil life with someone.

Aiwass grunted, rubbed Isabel’s face more firmly, and then moved behind the seated Sherlock, resting his elbow on Sherlock’s shoulder, leaning his upper body’s weight on him: “Lulu, you’ve become much more cheerful.”

“Don’t like it?” Isabel retorted.

“Of course, I like it.”

Aiwass earnestly replied, “You look better smiling.”

Some people like watching girls cry, but he preferred to see them laugh.

Isabel, grinning, stretched out two fingers, forming a shallow smile on her face: “Then I’ll smile more.”

Sherlock expressionlessly pushed Aiwass’s elbow, indicating it was a bit heavy.

But Aiwass shifted to the other side, pressing his forearm on Sherlock’s other shoulder.

This way, the shoulder pain would be more symmetrical.

“What’s your rank?”

Aiwass leaned down and asked Sherlock.

Out of the blue, but Sherlock understood what Aiwass meant.

He laughed reservedly, speaking calmly and melodiously, “That’s naturally first...

the golden trait.”

“Not bad at all, as expected of you,” Aiwass praised, “Good thing we’re not in the same competition, or you’d have a hard time coming first.”

“Tsk...”

This damn Fox.

Sherlock smacked his lips but didn’t refute Aiwass’s words.

“Ah, I only got purple,” Isabel complained, “But luckily, it’s the most crucial ‘Cunning Spell.’

“‘Cunning Spell’ is more useful to you than many golden traits.

It’s not a loss,” Aiwass consoled, “In terms of expectations, Cunning Spell can improve spell effects by nearly half.

Most golden traits can’t match that enhancement rate.”