Chapter 140: Gloria’s Gift (Part 1)! Third Update
2015-04-04
Author: Floating Tower
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He is quite good.
This sentence seems to carry another meaning.
However, there is no doubt that this represents the Eye of the North’s recognition of Soren, although Soren has remained relatively silent throughout and hasn’t said much. Yet, during that moment, he was able to follow Gloria to the Astral Realm without hesitation, which has already proven a lot of things. Some things are not spoken but demonstrated; as a Legendary Witch who has endured countless storms, the Eye of the North has seen many men who excel in flattery, but she admires those who prove themselves through actions.
No amount of words can compare to what has been done for her.
Perhaps foolish women can be easily deceived by words, but women like her see much more.
So when Gloria heard this, a faint blush appeared on her face as she turned to look at Soren. At first, her impression of Soren was vague—just an interesting thief, a brother who loves his sister. Since encountering Soren in Amber City, she hadn’t really paid much attention to him; she only felt he was a bit special, as he clearly understood more than other thieves. What truly attracted her attention was Vivian, that little girl was the key to her interest.
However.
As time passed.
The things that drew her to Soren increased. She didn’t expect that a Wanderer could possess such a rich knowledge, nor did she anticipate that he could grow so quickly. The speed at which Soren’s power increased far exceeded her expectations, which sparked her great interest, and she quietly observed him. On another note, Soren’s relationship with Vivian made her envious. As the Northern Witch, she rarely experienced familial feelings, and so, to a certain extent, Vivian awakened a sense of motherhood deep within her.
In fact.
Before encountering the followers of the God of the Hunt, Soren was merely an interesting person to her.
As a noble Northern Witch, she could not easily fall for a man. But this all changed when she met the followers of the God of the Hunt; in such a situation, Soren chose without hesitation to fight for their survival, even if it meant risking his life against that group of Predators.
d*ath!
When faced with d*ath, a person is very tense and can easily influence others at that moment.
At that moment.
Gloria saw the courage to confront d*ath in Soren’s eyes. Just in that instant, the impression Soren left on her was utterly different. His figure elevated, ultimately fixing in her mind as he charged towards the Predators, covered in bl**d, facing d*ath to ensure their safety. Although more so for that adorable little girl, Gloria, as one of them, also remembered everything, recalling the courage and protection of that moment.
Time flowed on like this.
Gloria remembered this man and even worried for his safety. For this, she went so far as to use divination spells that had to come at a cost.
Some emotions are like brewing.
Although their interactions had decreased since their reunion—he seemed to be tirelessly working for Vivian—Gloria had already deeply remembered this man. She would even feel joy upon seeing him again. Sometimes she would think that if he cared for her even half as much as he did for Vivian, then marrying him might not be such a bad idea. After all, as a noble and powerful Northern Witch, her options for men were quite limited; ordinary people were simply unworthy of her, and there were few legendary figures with comparable strength and status.
She didn’t want to end up like her mother, casually finding a man to have children with.
Although Gloria knew her father was also a powerful wizard, the truth was she had barely seen him a few times. Her mother was only with him to procreate better offspring.
Wizards are sometimes so rational and cold!
As a Northern Witch, Gloria knew she absolutely could not act impulsively, because Spellcasters need to be calm and precise, yet when facing this man, she felt an urge in her heart.
So.
When she saw Soren again, she subconsciously dressed up a bit.
If nothing else had happened, some feelings should have transitioned like this; they might burst forth at a certain moment or settle down with time. But a little accident occurred when the attack of the Gisz reached the Material Plane. When Soren chose to travel to the Astral Realm with her without hesitation, the feelings Gloria had accumulated within her exploded. Although she appeared to have no significant changes on the surface, no one knew that her heart was trembling.
Because this time, it was not for Vivian, but for her.
………………
Inside the Wizard Tower.
After Soren returned, Gloria arranged for him to a large room. The fatigue from an interplanar battle affected not just his body but also his highly strung nerves. So, when he returned to the room, he planned to rest a bit, but he was a bit surprised to find that this large room seemed a bit too elegantly decorated, resembling Gloria’s boudoir.
The floor was laid with soft velvet carpets, the walls adorned with exquisite murals, and near the window sat a dressing table, apparently made of some incredibly expensive purple wood. The entire room was filled with a faint, delicate fragrance, identical to that of Gloria. The soft bed was large enough to accommodate ten or so people. Soren remembered Vivian mentioning that Gloria’s bed was very large because she liked to sleep like that. The sight before him made Soren’s heart race, coupled with an intensely dry feeling in his mouth.
He felt hot all over, with his skin slightly flushed; even his breathing seemed to quicken a bit.
Clop.
Soren gently opened the wardrobe, and sure enough, he saw smooth, close-fitting women’s nightgowns, next to which were various witch robes, and in the corners of the wardrobe lay women’s belts. There was no doubt that this was Gloria’s room, as everything Soren saw told him that Gloria usually slept in this room.
Heavy footsteps echoed.
Soren took a small step back and closed the wardrobe. When he reached the door, a dull voice from the Iron Golem outside said: “Your Excellency. The master has asked me to take you to bathe.”
“Please lead the way.”
Hearing the voice outside the door, Soren suddenly felt sticky all over, as just moments ago, he had felt hot all over, as if he had sweated quite a bit. He couldn’t tell if it was due to the side effects of the Dragon bl**d Baptism or something else. Soren felt that his current state was rather off; in terms of traditional Chinese medicine, it should be called ‘Yang Excess’, possibly due to the Dragon bl**d Baptism.
Too much of a good thing.
A medicinal effect that exceeds the right amount turns into toxicity.
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