Chapter 413

Chapter 418: Thinking About How to Repay in the Future (Please Subscribe!)

Unlike the usual bread and stew that Laentoluca and the others often ate, the otherworldly dishes with their distinct style were flawless in both aroma and appearance. Even before tasting them officially, the girls were already salivating. The young ladies, with saliva dripping from their mouths, couldn’t wait to learn how to use chopsticks under Izay’s guidance. They immediately picked out the crystal-clear rice.

As they placed the warm and fragrant rice into their small mouths, an indescribable sense of comfort spread throughout their bodies. The soft and slightly sweet texture was processed by their brains and eventually settled in their stomachs.

Just one bite, and this feeling had already made the two of them unable to resist, even letting out involuntary moans.

“Delicious, right? This is rice cultivated by Demeter, the goddess of agriculture. I don’t have much of it myself.”

Izay watched as they were easily captivated by the rice, a smile curling at the corner of his lips as he explained its origin, his tone filled with pride.

This could even be considered the best rice in the world of Orario, and it wasn’t available for sale.

As for how Izay managed to buy it?

Let’s just say it was a special favor from a friend!

Since Orario doesn’t have a culture of consuming rice as an Eastern food, most people prefer wheat products. Izay only got this rice through connections.

For various reasons, he has a good relationship with Demeter, the goddess of agriculture. During one meeting, when he expressed interest in this type of crop, she agreed to try cultivating it for him.

Later, the produced rice became private property and was privately sold. Eighty percent went to Izay, ten percent to Artemis, and the last ten percent was kept by Demeter herself.

Although it might seem like Izay has plenty of stock, what he said earlier wasn’t a lie.

After all, this private sale only started recently, and Izay has only bought once. After eating it, it will be months before the rice matures again.

“Doesn’t that mean with every bite, I’m eating money!? Such precious food, selling me wouldn’t even cover the cost…”

Nafude was somewhat startled, her small hand holding the chopsticks trembling.

“To be precise, it’s something you can’t buy even if you have money, but I’m glad you understand. Think about how to repay me later~ And stop shaking your hands; you might drop the bowl.”

Izay chuckled mischievously, reminding her.

“Since that’s the case, I’ll eat my fill first! Worry about later…later!”

Indeed, optimistic people always look at things positively!

“Let’s make it clear, we are very poor. Expecting monetary compensation won’t work.”

At this moment, Laentoluca licked her pink lips, giving Izay a preemptive warning while continuing to eat. Clumsily using the chopsticks, she mixed the side dishes with the rice. It was as if the pure white rice was being painted with colors; the combination of the flavors of the dishes and the rice was greater than the sum of its parts.

To enhance the dining experience, Izay didn’t prepare fancy, elaborate dishes but simple home-style meals instead.

The reason why the taste was so delicious was mainly due to the exceptional rice and ingredients, which accounted for forty percent of the credit, while the remaining sixty percent was attributed to Izay’s cooking skills.

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After finishing their meal and tidying up, Laentoluca and Nafude lay on the bed, looking extremely satisfied. Their little mouths were slightly open, and their cheeks were flushed red from the steaming hot food. Their eyes sparkled with reminiscence, evoking endless fantasies.

Standing by the bedside, Izay looked at the two girls seriously from head to toe—literally.

“I-Izay, why are you staring at us like that!? It makes us feel so uncomfortable…”

Unlike Nafude, who was completely bought over and didn’t mind Izay’s gaze, Laentoluca still felt a bit shy. She couldn’t help but cross her arms in front of her chest and voice her resistance.

Even though he saved us, told us stories, cooked for us, and seemed approachable and trustworthy,

can he really observe girls so rudely?

Under Izay’s gaze, Laentoluca felt like she had no secrets left.

“Hmm, if it makes you uncomfortable, I apologize. But it wasn’t intentional.” Izay first withdrew his gaze and then explained the reason: “Actually, I noticed from the start that your bodies seem to be in bad condition?”

With his current abilities, sensing the health of a person wasn’t difficult.

In fact, if he wanted, he could delve deeper by triggering perception magic. Whether it’s diseases, the flow of magical power, or anything else, Izay could analyze it.

In his perception, the physical conditions of the two were far from those of a thirteen-year-old girl.

Their mental strength was incredibly weak, far below the standard of an ordinary person, and there were varying degrees of hidden injuries in different parts of their bodies.

Especially the abnormal energy accumulated within them.

It should be the magic of this world, right?

Different from the pure magic of the world of Orario, the magic here has a dead, low-frequency characteristic.

This magic is piled up in various parts of Laentoluca and Nafude’s bodies, equivalent to some fatal chronic diseases.

In the short term, it’s fine, showing no abnormalities, making them feel heavy-bodied and causing difficulty in movement.

But over time, the outbreak of this magic would be fatal, and it would become increasingly difficult to heal.

“It’s normal for our race. Doctors say it’s a side effect of long-term magic use. There’s currently no effective cure. We’re used to it anyway; it doesn’t affect our daily activities much~”

Upon hearing this, Nafude waved her hand nonchalantly and spoke.

Then Izay understood; it was indeed related to the “magic” of this world.

The “magic” of this world is vastly different from that of Orario. Its definition of “magic” is to bring the fire named “ma” into the inner side of one’s heart, ignite it vigorously, and then extract that force for external use, completing the cycle.

Moreover, the heat generated during combustion also burdens the practitioner’s body. Even if they want to obtain a certain level of thermal energy, the practitioner’s own vitality will be suppressed.

Therefore, this characteristic directly determines the upper limit of magic each race can utilize. In this world, activating magic is equivalent to abandoning the desire to live.

Conversely, if there is a kind of life form that doesn’t care about survival, they can unleash a tremendous power unmatched by other races.

The Gold Fairies are such beings.

The great sage who built the entire floating continent cluster and the Black Candle Duke, as servants of the star god, created the Gold Fairies.

They used naturally born, emotionally deficient fairy races as the core, fragments of the soul of the star god Aluka as the medium, and necromancy as the trigger to create weapons known as Gold Fairies.