I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

She clenched her teeth, trying her best to suppress her wildly beating heart.

After taking several deep breaths, Frillie finally calmed down, but her skin still had a slightly rosy glow, like that of fine porcelain.

"Hmm... Huff... "

"That's right, we discovered the Goddess Stele by accident."

Damn it... I have a feeling it will be terrible if we get caught.

The current Frilian is not lacking in common sense. On the contrary, having lived in human society for thousands of years, she has some understanding of various human affairs—at least she knows about the blatant sexual harassment of touching someone who has just stopped eating.

Normally, I should feel bored or angry right now.

but...

Frillie really didn't want to admit it, but she felt a tingling, slightly comfortable sensation in her buttocks... Why hadn't she ever felt this before?

"Huh? Frilian, are you feeling unwell?" Haita keenly noticed Frilian's unusual behavior, but didn't think much of it. "Did you drink too much... Come to think of it, I've never seen you drink so much."

He thought back carefully...Friline had drunk quite a bit of alcohol on her previous journeys, but probably not as much as today.

More often than not, even when she's at a hotel, Frillie will choose to drink tea or honey water.

"Hmm...maybe it's a little too much."

Frillie responded, enduring the discomfort. Although Fingel had moved his hand away, the feeling seemed to linger on her buttocks.

"Hahaha, Frilian, you can't do this!" Haita laughed heartily, a teasing smile on his somewhat kind face. "How can you get drunk after just a few drinks?"

The only child present, ironically, acted more maturely. Philonise earnestly advised Frillie...

"Lady Frilian, you must not follow in Lord Haita's footsteps and become a drunkard."

"Oh? Why is Philon saying that too? It's really heartbreaking..." Haita sighed, feigning helplessness. "Drinking is my only pleasure. If I can't drink, what's the point of life?"

He had no choice but to put down his wine glass.

This child is good in every way, obedient and well-behaved, but he is just too precocious.

After a while, Fingel withdrew the illusion—everyone except Philon was a little drunk, and even Frilian felt her mind was a bit muddled. For the first time, she was numbed by alcohol and just nodded "uh uh uh" on the table.

The welcome party ended at night.

.....

Still seated at the dining table, Fingel drank his wine while looking out the window at the moon, which resembled a listless white kerosene lamp hanging in the sky, casting a dim light.

He felt that today's events were somewhat miraculous.

I accidentally traveled a thousand years into the future, and then I accidentally massaged Frillie's fasting technique in front of Haita and Philon... Damn, why didn't I use mind reading back then? Was it because I was too excited to think about it?

It was such an immersive experience. Frilian's body was incredibly elastic; it was as if time had left no trace on them. Squeezing her felt like being pulled by gravity, making him reluctant to let go.

For someone like Fingel, the meaning of his life is to thoroughly understand things. Thinking about it this way—the world a thousand years from now is quite interesting, isn't it?

He even had the chance to experience more in this state... Fingel's somewhat confused mind began to ponder some of the characters from the original anime.

“Yuber? Right… that female assassin, she looks…”

Fingel subconsciously recalled that she seemed to be a very interesting woman! Beautiful, interesting, and with a flirtatious way of speaking—but if he were to sleep with her, he'd better be prepared to have his head cut off, right?

"Besides that, there's also... that Celie's disciple, I think her name is Zanze? She seems quite cute."

"Oh, and there's also a woman with huge breasts who can read minds..."

Slurp slurp.

Should I go back? I'm suddenly feeling a little tempted.

Thinking about it carefully, what did I lose? A thousand years ago, apart from some passersby, the only people worth caring about were Frilian, Aura, Celie, and... Flame.

“Ugh...really, Flame.”

Fingel sighed, suddenly realizing that Flame must be dead by now.

Short-lived species are such a hassle. Aura and Celie Evelyn didn't die, but as for Flame—nowadays, probably very few people can even remember her face.

I didn't feel anything this morning, but now that I think about it, I feel a little sad. The two of us were, after all, comrades-in-arms with a deep friendship.

Aside from those intoxicating physical encounters, he also had some feelings for Flame.

"What should we do... Flame, Flame?"

Fingel seemed puzzled, wondering what he should choose.

Should I stay here and try to sleep more?

...

After thinking about it for a long time, I became conflicted.

Fingel's tactical black face... damn it... I feel like I'd regret it terribly if I gave up on either one.

He is a man of principle—that is, he will never let go of anything!

Even if he accidentally rode on a bus one day, he would lock it up and leave his mark to ride it repeatedly. But now, his desires were in strong conflict with Fingal's already limited principles.

Appeared!

The trolley problem!!

"Damn it... This world is too cruel!"

despair!

So desperate!

Was Fingel wrong?

Do not!

"The problem isn't me." Fingel downed his beer in one gulp, his expression contorted with rage. "The problem is the world!!!"

What a joke! Unforgivable! This world!

Ta-da!

Footsteps could be heard inside the room.

It's Philon.

"Um... Lord Fingel." Philen jogged up to Fingel, who was still drinking, with his hands behind his back and a somewhat embarrassed expression.

Now there's a problem: after settling Frilian and Haita in, it seems there aren't enough rooms for them to sleep in.

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Chapter 94: What's wrong with a good friend helping to have a child?

Speaking of which...don't those two adults feel ashamed?

Fingel was speechless. It was one thing for Haita to be an old man in his seventies, but how could Frilian expect other people's children to cover her with blankets and even help her with washing up?

Oh, I forgot, Frilian is the oldest... at least a thousand or two years old, right?

In short, those two guys are really shameless.

They should really learn from me.

"You're really amazing, little Philon."

Fingel tried to touch the head of the girl known as the Big Mushroom, but she nimbly dodged him—the child was like a butterfly, touching him and then running away.

"What's wrong, little Philon?"

Fingel scratched his slightly flushed face; he'd had a bit too much to drink, and hadn't managed to grab her.

“Um… Lord Fingel, we don’t have enough beds,” Philen said, somewhat troubled, unsure of what to do. “How about you and Lord Haita…”

Oh?

Fingel's eyes lit up, and he immediately broke free from his worries... Damn it, time to cherish the present!

We'll talk about Flamme's matter tomorrow.

"No need, do you have any extra bedding?" Fingel coughed strategically twice. "I'd rather not trouble you, since I came without telling you."

"But you can't say hello either, can you?"

Philen didn't know what to say. He felt that this Lord Fingel was very strange, and his train of thought was also very odd when he spoke.

And the way they arrived was quite bizarre—they were people from a thousand years ago? Magic is truly amazing!

However, because of Fingel's "beating up" of Haita, Philon had a very bad impression of him.

“So, Lord Fingel,” Philon asked, puzzled, not understanding his meaning. “You mean you’re going to stay outside? It’s so late, the city gates must be closed by now.”

"Oh, it's alright, I'm not that particular."

"What I mean is... this will do. This is Frillie's room, right? I'll sleep here and make do."

Fingel yawned, feigning exhaustion, and then very naturally walked toward Frillie's room.

[Philon has slight doubts about what you said]

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【Favourability: 86】

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Philon was stunned. How could this adult male so naturally sleep with a girl? This was a huge shock to Philon, whose mind was still that of a naive child.

"Wait, wait, wait! Lady Fingel! You can't do this!" Philon hurriedly stopped Fingel, trying to block him with her small body. "How can you sleep with Lady Frilian?"

"Huh? It's okay, right? Frilian and I are very good friends."

"Isn't it normal for good friends to sleep in the same bed?"

Fingel raised an eyebrow, patting Philon's head... to be honest, the kid's pouty look was quite amusing.

He was deliberately teasing Philon.

"Even if it's just good friends, something doesn't feel right!"

Philon's face turned red, and her tone was full of absurdity... What is this person saying? Is it my problem? Can best friends really sleep together?

Good upbringing prevented Philon from uttering the word "disgusting," and the child didn't seem to harbor much malice, only looking at Fingel with some wariness.

"Huh? Philon... This is something you don't know."

Fingel sighed, feigning seriousness, his expression as grim as if he were going to a nightclub.

“Ordinary friends would definitely not do this kind of thing—but Frilian and I are not ordinary friends, are we?”

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Philon stared wide-eyed, his small face filled with shock.

"Frilian and I have been companions for a thousand years. Our friendship—" Fingel's face darkened tactfully, as if countless black lines were drawn down, and he pointed to the moon in the sky, his voice deep, "is clearer than the moon itself! Love may only have a shelf life of a few years, but friendship can transcend a thousand years!"

This is the truth. Although the total duration is no more than a year, strictly speaking, they have indeed known each other for a thousand years.

[Philon has slight doubts about what you said]

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Philen was deeply shocked. Although reason told her that it was all fake, how could she expect a little girl who was only underage and about the height of Fingel's waist to give a reasonable rebuttal?

"Liar! Lord Fingel must be lying!"

What's the point of me lying to you?

"But...but...boys and girls can't sleep together!" Philon's face flushed red, but her loud voice grew softer and softer until it was barely a whisper, like a mosquito flapping its wings. "They'll...they'll have babies!"

"Pervert! Vulgar! How could Lord Fingel do this?"

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what are you talking about?