It’s getting harder and harder to be a villain these days

He picked up Youla's bowl and took a sip. Of course he wanted to use Youla's bowl. He didn't have too much resistance to Youla. Nimue couldn't do it. He couldn't do such a thing. He was even beaten by Nimue. If he touches it with saliva or something, he will wash his hands in disgust.

Although Nimue is also a very clean and beautiful girl, she has to be treated differently in the old mysophobic Vickery. After all, Yura is a special being.

In a situation like Yula's, there is only one Tia...

That's his sister, he won't particularly dislike it, only... relatively...

Yula, on the other hand, was only a little disgusted and didn't have much resistance.

After taking a sip, Vickery was shocked.

really......

The soup in Yula's bowl is delicious!

So there is something wrong not with my sense of taste, but with the broth in my bowl!

"..."

Vickrey silently returned the broth to Yula.

Then he stared at Nimue who was whistling with a silent expression.

This girl with an expressionless face was very out of tune when she whistled, and the tune of her hometown ditty was completely wrong.

But this just proves one thing, that is, the fact that my bowl of broth is so salty must be the fault of Nim who is whistling!

Did this little girl want to kill me? She actually put so much salt in my bowl alone! ?

Vickery looked at Nimue carefully.

I found that there was no red mist on this girl.

Perhaps because she was being stared at by Vickery unnaturally, Nimu, who had always been expressionless, also frowned, and then actually turned around with the bowl in hand, leaving only a trace of Vickery's back.

"Could it be Yekarina, sent here specifically to prank me..."

Vickery sat on the stone slab with a helpless expression.

He didn't know where he had offended Nimue.

The only thing that is certain is that he must have provoked the other party.

Otherwise, she wouldn't put so much salt on herself. This amount of salt is enough to kill someone!

"Ah, don't you want to eat it, Lord Weekly? Does Lord Weekly want to waste food? I understand. As one of the most noble nobles in the empire, you must not be used to eating such crude food. You see Miss Yura won’t be like this. Sure enough, you still need to practice, huh!”

Just when Vickery was holding the bowl, hesitating whether to pour it away.

Nim suddenly turned her head and made a sinister declaration.

Vickery was stunned when he heard what Nim said. What he said...

The broth with half a bowl of salt must have been put in by Nimu!

When they first met, Vickery thought that Nimue was a natural idiot, but he didn't expect that she was actually a sinister person wearing a natural skin...

Why do weird guys always appear around me?

Although Nimu was using aggressive tactics to embarrass herself, Weekly was not afraid of this.

As I said before, Weekly's mage hands can also control water sources to a certain extent, and it is even easier to control a porcelain bowl, and he is a fire mage!

In front of the provocative Nimu, he picked up another bowl from beside him, and then placed the bowl on top of the broth.

"What are you going to do? Are you going to waste food? If Lady Yekarina finds out, she will be very disappointed in you."

Nim said and shook her head in disappointment.

She just wanted to play tricks on her love rival, but she didn't expect to succeed so easily...

But the next second she froze.

Vickrey actually used his mage's hand to levitate both bowls, with the bowl containing broth at the bottom and the empty bowl upside down on top of the broth bowl.

Then he controls the flame and begins to roast the bottom of the broth bowl.

Under the scorching flames of Viklai, the broth soon began to boil, and the water vapor floated into the empty bowl that was turned upside down above, forming tiny droplets of water...

Yes, this is the chemistry knowledge that Vickery learned in junior high school in his previous life, that is distillation!

Chapter 221 Worry

Of course, people in this world also know that distillation exists.

But not everyone knows that. Only those who have gone to school can learn the skills used to survive on the beach or at sea.

Schools in coastal areas generally teach these things, but in inland places such as the Imperial Capital of the Ostrich Empire, these things are generally not taught.

But because the theory is very easy to understand, Yora and Nim understood Vickrey's intention the moment they saw it.

"You don't mean to..."

Yura was holding the broth and her eyes widened.

She didn't expect that Vickery would be like this.

It's like some words you know well are put together to form a sentence that seems outrageous, giving people a very strange and surprising feeling.

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Vickery did not speak, but concentrated on baking the porcelain bowl. Fortunately, the porcelain bowl presented by the emperor was strong enough, otherwise Vickery would have burned it in minutes.

A full 2 ​​minutes passed. Under the precise control of Vickrey, the salty and scalp-numbing broth was boiled at high temperature to form drops of pure liquid.

Then Vickrey used the hands of the mage to collect these pure liquids and turned them into a ball of boiled water floating next to it, wrapped in a thin magic power.

After completing these steps, Vickery poured out the little water in the bowl and put the pure water back into the bowl again.

Then there was only some grease and the pure liquid that had just been made in the bowl.

The other bowl was not dirty from beginning to end, it was still the same bowl that had been filled with soup, which made Nimu on the side frown.

"I didn't expect this guy to have such a skill!"

Nim's face was expressionless but her heart was filled with emotions.

It can only be said that he is worthy of being someone who can get close to Yekarina. It seems that any difficult and complicated diseases are not a problem in front of Vickrey.

"You always look calm and collected. It's really irritating!"

Nim thought to herself.

But Vickery didn't have the ability to read minds. He didn't know what Nimue was thinking. He just wanted to finish the bowl quickly and then fill up another bowl to prevent Nimue from pouring half the jar of salt into it. In that pot of soup.

Although he can last longer than ordinary people when hungry, wizards also need to eat.

After eating breakfast, Nim packed his things into the carriage, and then everyone began to move towards the Kingdom of Vekia.

"What do you need the gryphon feathers for?"

On the way, Yura tried to ask Vickrey why he went to the Kingdom of Wikia, but Vickrey had to tell him that he was going to get the feathers of the gryphon.

"It's useful, for making a secret medicine."

Vickery sat elegantly on the carriage. No matter how bumpy the carriage was on the road, his figure remained stable on the carriage.

He crossed his legs and leaned his right elbow on the small table nearby, supporting his extremely handsome face.

She held a book in her left hand, with words written on it that Yura couldn't understand.

Seeing that Vickery fell silent again after saying a word, Yula turned her head to the side in annoyance.

It was such a rare opportunity to be alone, but the man in front of him, who had personally said that he liked her, was unwilling to even look at her.

She felt a little depressed, but she didn't know the responsibility that Weekly was shouldering at the moment, and that Weekly was working so hard to read for the sake of the future of the two of them.

Otherwise, if the world is destroyed and everyone is gone, how can we still be together?

[Yaoyang analysis progress is 60.00%! 】

[Magic value 400

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As the system voice in his head suddenly sounded, Vickery felt that his body was about to be hollowed out. The right hand supporting his head suddenly slipped, his face turned pale and his body tilted to the right uncontrollably.

"Wakele!"

Yola hugged him with quick eyes and hands, and the steel breastplate on her chest hit Vickrey's head with a bang.

This made Vickrey, who was already feeling uncomfortable, even more uncomfortable.

"Good guy, this is just adding fuel to the fire. I'd rather fall to the ground!"

Vickrey endured the severe pain in his forehead and forced himself to stand up on the ground.

"What's wrong with you?" There was anger in Yula's voice.

She doesn't like Vickrey very much. He doesn't care about his body. Even if it's just to supplement his knowledge, he still has to do what he can!

But she doesn't understand anything, and Vickery doesn't want her to understand...

Vickrey didn't speak, but just raised his head and glanced at Youla. From that look, Youla could see a feeling of exhaustion, but more importantly, an inexplicable seriousness.

Then he sat down weakly, put the book in his hand on his lap, and began to sleep while supporting his chin with one hand.

Yola did not disturb Vickrey again. For a moment, she had many thoughts in her mind, and she thought about her initial feelings for Vickrey.

At that time, she was still very resistant to Vickrey, because she always believed that Vickrey was a notorious bad guy, an unlovable pursuer with eyes full of desire.

But the closer she gets to Vickery, the more she discovers that this person is not what he appears on the surface, let alone the bastard he is rumored to be.

But...a qualified gentleman who has his own principles in mind and knows how to act appropriately.

Especially the extremely serious and slightly tired look in Vickrey's eyes just now...

Yura felt that Vickrey might really have something important, and she didn't know why she had been hiding it from her.

"Can Vickery hear you?"

The carriage gradually calmed down at this moment, and Yula turned sideways like Vickrey, keeping her face at the same angle as Vickrey.

"You must not be asleep, then I have something to say to you..."

"Ok?"

A big question mark popped up in Vickrey's mind.

Just like Yula said, of course he hasn't fallen asleep yet, he just wants to close his eyes and rest. Magic power recovers the fastest when he closes his eyes and rests.

As long as his magic power can be fully restored, he will be as energetic as before.

"She is

What's wrong, do you want to confess to me or say? "

Vickrey originally wanted to open his eyes and speak, but when he was wondering if Yura would confess to him, he resisted the desire to open his eyes and was curious about what Yura wanted to say next.

Seeing that there was no movement from Vickrey in front of her, Yola thought that Vickrey might really be asleep, but she didn't dare to step forward to confirm.

I could only stare blankly at Vickrey's face, imprinting that handsome face with clear features in my heart.

When she thought that the man who was resting in front of her would become her legitimate man in the future, Yula couldn't help but blush.

"Maybe you are really asleep. I really can't bear to disturb you, and I don't know what you are busy with..."

Chapter 222

"But I have something to say to you. No matter how difficult you are doing, I hope you can still protect your body. You are the chief professor and you have not reached the age of retirement yet..."

Yula's words made Vickrey's heart warm.

Sure enough, this girl was still very worried about herself.

Although it can't provide substantial help to Weekley, it can at least make him feel relieved.

It turns out that there are still people in this world who are worried about you, instead of regarding yourself as the biggest card against those old gods.

Just listening to Yula's words, Vickrey, who was too embarrassed to open his eyes, fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, the car had stopped in a small town.

The sky outside the window is blue, and paper cranes hang by the carriage window.

Those colorful paper cranes swayed with the warm wind. Yora, who was wearing iron armor, sat beside the window. The setting sun was mottled on the ends of her beautiful hair, and her beautiful face was quiet and slightly cold. It was also because of the warm sunset that it became a little warmer, and the exposed skin that could be broken by the blow now showed a translucent texture.

She was sitting sideways by the window, with the curtains raised high. Everything outside the window was as beautiful as a painting, and Yola herself looked like a character in the painting, because the theme of the painting was the sunset. , the beauty is still the same.