From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 428 Rouge

"Do vampires really drink blood from goblets as they say in storybooks? It doesn't seem very novel..." Ying Xin asked her vampire companion while sitting by the warm campfire, listening to the cheerful singing coming from the platform.

"Of course it's better to bite the neck directly, but the goblet will only be used when there are humans with you." Asdaelon shook the red wine glass. Against the backdrop of the bonfire, the liquid in the glass reflected a sticky texture. "This can avoid embarrassment."

"If you're curious, we can have a drink now. Of course, I'm sure your glass is filled with delicious red wine." Arsdalen shook his finger. "I remember our powerful bard friend found a bottle of Bryndenstone Carmine from Ninne's supplies. Even though I've lived for 200 years, I can only taste it a few times."

"What you mean is..." Ying Xin hesitated.

"Of course, we have to get it!" Asdeln looked in the direction of the Iron Hand dwarf. "Those dwarves have also joined the party, which means that the mediocre treasure chest is now almost unattended! You are a priest of the Dark Lady, and I happen to be good at hand skills..."

"You are so thoughtful, Asdelun." Yingxin found it hard to believe that she would actually smile at a vampire with fangs. She shook her head and rejected Asdelun's proposal, "But let's leave the best bottle of wine for someone else..."

"I knew no one would want to toast with a vampire with fangs, not to mention that I'm just a derivative." Asdaelen pretended to be disappointed.

His exaggerated expression caused Yingxin to laugh out loud: "You know so much, Asdaelon."

"It's always good to have sharp ears and sharp eyes. I also know who you want to toast with now." Asdeln looked across the crowd at the feast and looked at the tent in the distance. Not long ago, Ivy and several companions went in to discuss tomorrow's itinerary. "Look! They're coming out!"

Yingxin straightened up from the cushion she was leaning on and looked back - Ivy, who had changed into a comfortable silk embroidered shirt, was talking to Mingsala beside her, and they were walking towards the beer barrel.

Kalak was standing next to the beer barrel, surrounded by a group of children. Although they were all tieflings, few of them could light a fire from their fingertips.

"This way! Ivy!"

Yingxin almost thought it was herself who was speaking. If the voice had not come from the other side of the campfire, she would have thought she was drunk.

She immediately turned around and looked for the source of the sound.

Asdaelon winked at her. "Don't forget to say thank you, and I want to hear the whole story tomorrow."

"What!? No..." Ying Xin was a little flustered. She had never hated the side effects of alcohol so much. After trying hard to straighten her tongue and organize her words, she said, "I didn't say I was going to have a drink with Ivy..."

"No? Perhaps so?" Arsdalen smiled slyly. "But you must not forget that I know a lot, and am very good at taking bed partners away from parties - oh! Here he comes!"

Yingxin stared at the annoying smile on the vampire's mouth, and felt a sudden fear in his heart. In the past adventures, Asdaelon's words and deeds have confirmed his words. He is indeed good at taking away from the tavern...

But what about me?
Yingxin asked herself.

My knowledge of romantic relationships is limited to the popular novels published by Baldur's Gate. Although the above content is equally explicit, but...

Damn it, why didn't I give this memory to Ms. Shar? Please forgive me, Ms. Shar, I didn't mean to...

Yingxin didn't have time to think about how blasphemous her thoughts were, because Ivy had already come up behind her.

"Yingxin?" Ivy said, "I seemed to hear you calling me just now?"

"Oh!" Ying Xin stood up straight and turned around quickly, "No, it's not me, it's..."

She looked in the direction of her finger. There was no one on the other side of the campfire. Asdeln was no longer hiding somewhere, feeling smug.

Yingxin put down her arms as naturally as possible, took a deep breath, and said with a smile: "It's just... I just want to say thank you to you. For the statue of Lady Shar that you brought to me."

"Are you okay, Yingxin?" Ivy crossed his arms and asked jokingly, "I always thought you would be more straightforward and cool, and you've already said it once today, remember?"

"Uh... of course." Alcohol not only made Yingxin lose control of her tongue, but also messed up her brain. After several unnatural attempts to change the subject, she decided to leave the question to her instincts. "Actually, I just want to have a drink with you."

The words came out easier than she'd thought, and Shadowheart was already beginning to feel more at ease, feeling the heat from the ale on her cheeks fade.

"If you're willing, I know a place where you won't be disturbed..." Ying Xin tugged at the back of her clothes, hoping to smooth out the wrinkles that had been caused by sitting on the cushion.

"Okay." Ivy nodded. "What would you like to drink? I remember there are some more exquisite drinks in the mediocre treasure chest. Neverwinter Noble Rot Wine, Marsham City Ice Wine, Bling..."

"Blingdenstone Rouge, yes!" The name of this red wine from the Underdark flew out of Yingxin's mouth.

"Ah..." Ivy's voice was a little playful, "It seems that someone has been eyeing my private collection for a long time..."

"I think it's team supplies." Yingxin felt her cheeks getting hot again, but she still pretended to be calm, "We killed Nin together, right?"

"That's right." Ivy's eyes wandered over the moonstone necklace on Yingxin's chest, and then said, "I'll get the wine, and of course the glasses... Maybe you'd like some food and snacks to go with the wine?"

"I'll take whatever you want..." Ying Xin paused, then changed her words, "No... just some fruit. I'll wait for you here."

The place where Yingxin would not be disturbed was a high cliff, and in fact, one could still hear some of the noise from the banquet.

The evening breeze is gentle, but also a little chilly.

This coolness neutralizes the heat brought by the alcohol very well.

"Come sit down." Ying Xin patted the bluestone slab beside her and stretched her limbs hard. Her tender arms extending from the sleeveless vest and her calves wrapped in black leather pants showed youthful and energetic curves.

This was a body that had undergone rigorous training and the test of battle. Ivy couldn't help but compare her with other women he had seen.

Cassandra and Hermione were still too barren, and Hibiscus was more like a delicate flower in a greenhouse. Although it bloomed brightly and beautifully, it did not have the fragile and tough qualities of Shadow Heart.

"What are you thinking about?" Ying Xin stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Ivy, "Aren't you thirsty?" "No," Ivy followed suit and sat next to Ying Xin, placing the wine bottle, wine glass and two plates of fruit on his side, "I'm just admiring it."

"Is that a compliment?" Shadowheart smiled. "I thought you only appreciated poetry, music, and magic."

"There are so many beautiful things. If I only appreciate those three, wouldn't I miss a lot of beautiful scenery?" Ivy moved his fingers, directing the wine bottle to pour the carmine into the silver goblet.

Those cups were found by the evil mind that is good at rummaging through boxes and cabinets. I don't know where they came from. It would be a good idea to use them before selling them for risk capital.

The carmine red wine exudes a rich aroma, making it hard to believe that it was produced in the dark area full of dangers. When it was poured into the wine glass, the two people sitting on the cliff heard a series of comfortable sticky bubbles.

"I can't wait!" Ying Xin took the silver goblet from Ivy, smelled the fragrance of rouge, and said with a smile.

"So thirsty?" Ivy joked. "I thought you lived a very regimented life."

"Let's leave the confession until tomorrow morning." Yingxin raised his chin towards Ivy with a meaningful smile, "What we need now is a toast. Any suggestions?"

"Cheers to us." Ivy raised his glass toward the moon.

"That sounds bold. What do you mean by 'we'? The people who are having the party, or..." Yingxin changed the subject, "Looks like I have to find out for myself. Cheers to us!"

The taste of Blingdenstone Carmine is more perfect than imagined. In the magical world, high-end red wine will become more mellow with the help of arcane power, and it also has a magical fragrance.

Although Rouge was not meant to give people a glimpse of magic, Ivy still tasted a pleasant aftertaste from it.

"Huh..." Yingxin exhaled a fragrance, "Tell me about yourself. Of course, this does not include the things we have experienced together along the way. Tell me about yourself."

"I have many stories. Which one do you want to hear?" Ivy waved his hand and took the two stones behind him, turning them into two soft cushions.

"You are a bard, a professor at the magic academy, an inventor, and an alchemist. Now that I think about it, you actually have so many different identities! In comparison, being the priest of Ms. Shar doesn't seem so conspicuous." Yingxin put the wine glass beside him, curled up one leg, and put his head on his knees, tilting his head to count Ivy's various titles. "Why not tell me about your college life?"

really weird.

Obviously, Ivy is a time traveler and had received sixteen years of education before traveling through time, but when it comes to college life, the first thing he thinks of is Hogwarts, and then Strixhaven.

He could almost be considered a native to the wizarding world.

Ivy smiled and said softly, "It's a magic castle. There are armors that can move autonomously, elves that take care of students, portraits that visit each other, professors that are either serious or kind, a group of energetic classmates, and all kinds of magical magic. Oh, and there are also moving stairs and doors and windows that change position."

"Moving stairs and repositioned doors and windows?" Yingxin asked curiously, "Won't you get lost in the castle?"

"That's common for freshmen. But I've always been good at planning routes." The first person that came to Ivy's mind was Neville. When he was on night patrol as Professor Victor, he would sometimes see him curled up on the floor sleeping in Gryffindor Tower.

"What else?" Ying Xin's dark green eyes were sparkling in the moonlight.

"It's your turn now. It's fair to give and take." Ivy was not prepared to cater to Ying Xin in everything. This was the truth he summed up from his few emotional experiences.

"Don't laugh! I have nothing to share... For Shar's followers, secrecy is everything... But let's not discuss faith." Shadow Heart suddenly approached Ivy, leaned over his chest, and reached for the bottle and glass placed beside Ivy's legs. "I'll pour you some wine to moisten your throat. I'm completely immersed in the bard's story. Don't let me wake up, okay?"

For partners fighting side by side, this distance is a bit close.

Ivy could feel Shadowheart's braids brushing against his chest and could smell the sweet scent of her hair.

When Ying Xin returned to her original position with the wine bottle in one hand and the wine glass in the other, she even leaned on Ivy for a bit because she had nowhere to get support, almost half lying in his arms.

However, this level of contact was a little too much for Ying Xin. Ivy could feel all her muscles tensed.

Holding Yingxin's shoulders and helping her sit down, Ivy heard her breathe a sigh of relief, and the tips of her ears, which were slightly rounder than those of a real elf, turned burgundy.

"That's great!" Ying Xin changed the subject, "The Rouge is still in the bottle!"

"You know, there's something better than that." Ivy's words stopped Yingxin from pouring the wine.

"Like?" she asked.

"For example, you... and me." Ivy's actions and words were not in sync. He firmly moved his gaze away from Yingxin's face and whispered, "You know what? If you want something, you should go get it. Otherwise, it won't come to you on its own."

The air stagnated for a second or two, then a tinkling sound came into Ivy's ears. The sound was getting farther and farther away. It was Yingxin kicking two silver goblets off the cliff.

"Oops," Ivy exclaimed, "Now someone has to go and reconcile with the dwarves."

"Don't you want some more carmine?" The aroma of red wine from the Underdark mixed with the girl's body scent drifted faintly from Ivy's right hand side, and was getting closer and closer.

"Of course." Ivy looked down the cliff again. The silver wine glass reflecting the moonlight was no longer visible. "But there is no cup."

"If you want something, you should go and get it, otherwise it won't grow legs and come to you on its own..." Yingxin returned Ivy's words verbatim, and took a big sip from the carmine wine bottle. The meaning was self-evident.

Ivy leaned her head over, and Yingxin's body also leaned forward slightly.

Under the soft moonlight, Ivy tasted the rich fragrance of carmine and the scent of the half-elf girl at the same time.

(End of this chapter)