Millennium Witch.

Chapter 138-137- Is this reasonable?

Yvette had many expectations about the contents of Abella's notebook. It might contain knowledge of runic literature or magical engineering. Her learning progress might be relatively late, but it's also possible that she's quite advanced. There might even be doodles drawn when she was bored, like she used to do occasionally when she was studying.

But what she never expected was that what came into view was a smut novel, and one with her as the main character!
Is this reasonable?

Is this correct?

My dear maid, aren't you a mutant? How can you be so dazzling and repressive?

Or is this the grand gift you specially prepared for me after I've been asleep for a hundred years?
After several minutes of silence, Yvette put down the notebook expressionlessly, glanced at the mountain of notes and manuscripts around her, and a terrible thought suddenly occurred to her.

Is this all the kind of stuff that's written here?
Impossible, absolutely impossible! If these notebooks or manuscripts weren't books, they would add up to tens of millions of words. Who would have the time to write so much for their own amusement?
but……

After hesitating for a moment, just in case, Yvette opened a notebook next to her and decided to conduct a few simple spot checks.

Then, just like before, after looking at it for a few seconds, she was certain that this one was indeed the same thing.

Then came the second book, the third book...

Soon, the light of wind magic shone brightly, and a gale swept through the room. Notebook after notebook, manuscript after manuscript, seemed to be drawn into an invisible vortex, swirling and unfolding around her, revealing the unspeakable contents of her body. It was as if the darkest, most morbid, and most evil aspects of the human soul had been mixed together, evolving into a mental storm that would directly corrupt one's memory with just a glance.

As a novice pornography reviewer, Yvette felt like a small boat in a stormy night, struggling in a sea of ​​filthy knowledge. If she wasn't careful, she would be swallowed up by the overwhelming yellow garbage and fall into the abyss, never to recover.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side of the warm interior, Abella, who had just been enjoying a sweet dream, had her smile vanish without her noticing.

Her long eyelashes trembled incessantly, as if she were about to open them, but each time she was about to open them, she would instinctively sense danger and timidly close them again.

And so, the room fell silent, utterly still, not even the sound of burning firewood could be heard, only the urgent rustling of the wind through the pages of the book remained, like a death knell.

……

Tens of minutes later.

The flickering fireplace cast warm shadows on the living room floor, which was covered with a thick carpet. Abella was kneeling beside the sofa in a perfectly executed dogeza (a traditional Chinese obeisance), trembling, her forehead almost touching the carpet's soft fibers. Her long, dark hair was disheveled and covered most of her beautiful but deathly pale face.

Meanwhile, Yvette leaned back on the sofa, looking at her expressionlessly, without saying a word, as indifferent as a glacier floating on the deep North Sea.

This process lasted for more than ten minutes, until much later, Abella, whose nerves were starting to fray, cautiously raised her head, a fawning smile on her beautiful face, and said, "Um... Master... congratulations on waking up..."

"Aren't you going to explain?" Yvette asked calmly.

She wasn't actually angry, just a little speechless. If she weren't the protagonist in these erotic novels, she would even admire Abella—to be able to write so much for her own amusement is not just about showing off or suppressing one's feelings; it's like a born erotic star descended to earth, capable of single-handedly driving the industry forward.

But she had to act angry, which was part of the way to manage subordinates—just like a primary or middle school homeroom teacher who had to appear fierce to keep the students in line. If you were nice to them, they would take advantage of you.

"Um... Master... Master, I... I was just confused for a moment. I know I was wrong. I'll never write nonsense again, sob—"

Abella let out a whimper like a wounded puppy, her voice sounding like she was crying, but she couldn't squeeze out a single tear for a long time. She confessed, "Master, I was wrong. Please don't destroy them, please, for the sake of my hundred years of waiting for you. I'll do anything..."

Yvette was silent for a moment, and seeing that Abella was almost bursting with nervousness, she said expressionlessly, "Put those things away, and don't let me see you writing this again..." After thinking for a moment, she changed her words and sighed, "At least don't write me in it."

"Wow! Master, I love you!!" Abella breathed a sigh of relief and said excitedly, even feeling a little touched.

The master is so kind; he didn't destroy all her hard work and even allowed her to continue this career!

Indeed, only a master like this is worthy of her loyalty! Ignoring Abella's gaze, which was so sincere it was almost tearful, Yvette quickly asked again, "You really guarded me for a hundred years?"

This was her biggest concern, mainly because she felt that this behavior didn't fit the image of Abella in her mind.

This guy has no loyalty to me whatsoever; he's more likely driven by lust. But that alone shouldn't be enough to keep this little spider woman here for a hundred years without leaving.

“Really…” Abella exclaimed, sounding aggrieved. But after hesitating for a moment, she looked into her master’s eyes and became honest, adding, “I wanted to go back to the island to visit you, but I got caught in a battle, and the car was damaged… I couldn’t help it…”

So that's how it is. They were forced to stay on the island. That makes sense... I was right about how I judge people...

Yvette was satisfied and told her to quickly tidy up the things in the house, while she turned and went outside.

The herb fields in the manor remain unchanged, and all kinds of environmental mode equipment are operating in an orderly manner. From time to time, skeletons pass by to check whether the temperature, humidity and other settings are correct.

She looked around and confirmed that the potion ingredients here were quite mature. However, she didn't harvest them all at once. Instead, she let these long-cycle plants continue to grow, then selected only a small portion, using her gray-white touch to devour and deconstruct them, and input them into her database.

In this way, if there is really no other way in the future, we can use mimicry to directly replicate existing ones.

The consumption is quite large, mostly in the thousands, and even in the tens of thousands. Her total aberration magic power is only over 20, and after consuming these herbs, it is only a few hundred thousand left. She will absolutely not use it unless absolutely necessary.

Afterwards, Yvette took a stroll around the manor and selected some mature herbs, which she then stored in the manor's icehouse.

Next, she went to check on the situation of the AI ​​skeletons in the central area.

With Abella in charge, the Tier 3 elite aberrations on Ish Island dared not approach Ish City. As a result, the thousands of skeletons in the central district never encountered any particularly threatening aberration attacks. Over the course of a hundred years, the losses were not significant, with only a few dozen skeletons disappearing.

The remaining skeletons, apart from being a bit osteoporotic from being exposed to the wind and rain and having malfunctioning rune weapons, were not in any major problems and still looked lively and energetic.

Incidentally, Yvette's magic rings have all malfunctioned, but since all the important data had been transferred to her brain beforehand, she was neither surprised nor worried about this outcome.

The downside is that her soul brain cannot provide enough mental energy to allow her to unleash high-level spells. Therefore, her future magic will have to follow the approach she wrote about in the magic book, which involves multiple nested layers and interconnected combinations.

She didn't care much about it. Small spells could still be very powerful, even if they followed the path of large flying bricks. At most, the mana cost would be terrible, to the point that even the mages of the Origin Civilization would faint at the sight of them.

But she now possesses over seven thousand units of magic power, an astonishingly high magical pressure, and ample combat experience. Even with a bunch of low-level spells, she is confident that she can once again contend with the deceased Soulfire Saint and emerge victorious.

……

After emerging from her white cocoon and resting for only two days, Yvette had the idea of ​​setting off for Emerald Isle.

She remembered that a hundred years ago, before she went to sleep, she asked Bingyu to wait for her over there. Now, she hadn't seen her for a hundred years, like she had been abandoned. She wondered if Bingyu, as a member of the mechanical race, could handle it.

What made her even more anxious was that Rosalyn had not returned to the island for a hundred years, which was a very strange thing.

She planned to travel as quickly as possible across Emerald Isle and Silver Mirror Isle to search for any clues about her eldest disciple.

Once she had made up her mind, she began to smelt materials to prepare for handcrafting her new travel vehicle.

But on the third night of these preparations, in the quiet manor, in the top-floor room, Yvette, who was drawing up design drafts, suddenly heard Abella downstairs scream: "Master... Master, look out the window!"

Yvette put down her pen, opened the window in confusion, and immediately saw a brilliant aurora borealis stretching across the distant horizon. The light was fading rapidly, as if it were about to disappear.

(End of this chapter)