Chapter 233: Serie is Still....Sleeping

Kurtz gave the dessert a fair assessment, but this only made Flamme even happier, as if she had received tremendous affirmation.

After the meal, the maids came forward to remove the tableware.

As Flamme looked out at the sunlight, a brilliant idea instantly came to mind.

She leaned forward slightly: "Teacher, the weather is so nice today. How about we go for a walk together? After all, this city is quite famous; there must be a lot of interesting things at the market."

She deliberately ignored Serie and made no mention of Ayla and Frieren, strictly limiting the invitation to the two of them.

Upon hearing this, Kurtz also looked up and glanced out the window.

The sun was shining brightly; it was truly a beautiful day.

Having just dealt with the monster tide and replenished the barrier's magic power, there were no urgent matters at the moment.

Accompanying his beloved apprentice on a tour of this important human town seemed like a good idea; it could also help strengthen the bond between master and apprentice.

"Alright," Kurtz nodded and readily agreed. "Anyway, there's nothing else to do here."

A surge of joy welled up inside Flamme, but she struggled to maintain her composure: "Shall we set off now?"

Delay would only lead to unforeseen changes.

If Serie or Ayla happened to wake up at this moment, then it wouldn't just be the two of them anymore.

"Good."

The two walked out of the city lord's mansion side by side. Flamme deliberately kept a closer distance than usual, so close that her sleeve would occasionally brush against Kurtz's arm. Each slight touch made her heart race, but that wasn't enough; she wanted more.

Despite experiencing such a terrifying crisis the day before, the city had instead shown a renewed vitality now that the crisis was over.

Flamme took the initiative to walk ahead, and together with Kurtz, she curiously observed the surrounding shops.

"Teacher, look! The magic quill pen sold in this workshop seems to be made with the tail feathers of a Northern Snow Eagle. The quality looks excellent!"

The ink was also top-quality.

"Hmm, the ore on this stall is a bit too low in purity. There are too many impurities in it, so it can't be used as a medium for transmitting magic."

"The things in this shop look strange, Teacher. Do you know what this is? How can this spoon stir things automatically? Is it some kind of magical item?"

Flamme was filled with curiosity about everything in the city, perhaps because the person she liked was by her side, which allowed her to show it without trying to hide it.

She was no longer the respectful and earnest apprentice, but more like a girl trying to share interesting things with someone she admired.

Kurtz listened with great interest, his gaze sweeping over the goods in the shop, lingering particularly long on the magical items.

Over a thousand years, humankind's application of magic had indeed become more diverse and integrated into daily life.

Like that spoon that could stir automatically, it seemed to be driven by magic, which was somewhat interesting, but that was about it.

There were also some props whose magical structures seemed rudimentary to him, but at least their creativity was commendable.

Flamme carefully observed Kurtz's reaction, and seeing that he seemed to be in a good mood, she became even bolder.

She stopped at a stall selling various sachets and essential oils, picked up a red sachet, sniffed it, then turned to offer it toward his face.

"Teacher, smell this. Doesn't it seem familiar?"

Her actions were natural and affectionate, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.

Kurtz slightly turned his head and subconsciously leaned over to sniff.

"Hmm... it does seem somewhat familiar; it appears to be some kind of calming flower."

"Yes! It's the scent of Tranquilizing Flower. It has a very good calming effect. You might be able to use it when you're tired from studying magic." Flamme handed the sachet to him.

He took it, and the girl's fingertips inadvertently brushed against his palm, leaving a warm touch.

Although he no longer needed such external objects to calm his mind, seeing Flamme's expectant eyes, he still nodded and accepted it. "Alright, I won't refuse then."

A bright smile lit up Flamme's face, and without hesitation, she said to the stall owner, "I'll take this one!"

Then she took out her money bag to pay, her movements swift and decisive, as if afraid that someone might change their mind.

Seeing Flamme's swift movements, Kurtz closed his mouth again.

He had intended to pay for it himself, but she acted too quickly and paid before he could even take out his own money.

It could only be said that the child had grown up and knew how to show respect to her master.

A sense of relief followed.

Then, Flamme bought two ice-blue drinks from a stall selling beverages and handed one of them to Kurtz: "Teacher, try this! The stall owner said it was made with Frost Condensation Grass, and the taste is very unique."

Kurtz took the strange-looking drink, sipped it, and found it very cold, with a faint sweetness.

He hadn't had anything this cold in a long time, and for a moment he frowned.

"W-what's wrong, Teacher?" Flamme asked anxiously.

She noticed his furrowed brow and assumed he didn't like this type of drink.

"No, it's nothing. I just felt that a few more bubbles would be nice."

"Bubbles? What do you mean?"

Flamme didn't quite understand what he meant by "add some bubbles." Did he mean blowing air into the drink?

"It's nothing, don't worry about it." Kurtz smiled and brushed the topic aside, taking another sip.

After getting used to the icy sensation, the taste was indeed quite good, somewhat like a flat soda.

Flamme took a sip from her own drink, then looked at him and asked, "Does Teacher like it?"

Her expression suggested that his preferences were the most important thing in the world.

"Not bad."

And so, under the guise of shopping, Flamme constantly created various subtle opportunities for interaction along the way, occasionally approaching him with an adoring yet somewhat dependent gaze.

She carefully concealed her girlish thoughts beneath the apprentice's concern and attempts to please her teacher.

Although Kurtz occasionally felt that Flamme seemed unusually enthusiastic today, he thought again that perhaps it was because she felt guilty for causing trouble the day before, and was also relaxed after surviving the ordeal, and wanted to make a good impression.

Humans were always much more expressive and extroverted in their emotions than elves.

He didn't think much of it, mostly just laughed it off and accepted her kindness without question.

The two strolled along the street and unknowingly came to a relatively quiet area where several shops selling plants and flowers were gathered, and even the air was filled with the fragrance of various flowers.

A shop with its windows and entrance filled with all kinds of colorful flowers was particularly eye-catching.

From cornflowers and irises to some strange flowers that exuded a faint magical aura, there was something for everyone.

Flamme's steps slowed involuntarily, her gaze instantly drawn to the dazzling flowers, her eyes revealing undisguised delight.

"Teacher, look! That's a Moonlit Lily of the Valley. It only blooms fully under the moonlight, and I've heard that the color of its petals changes after it blooms."

She pointed to a cluster of pale blue flowers that had only opened two or three petals.

She quickly walked to the other side and stared at a bunch of plants with small golden flowers: "And this! It's a Honey Flower. It's said that its fragrance can improve your mood."

"It seems to be working." Kurtz chuckled as he looked at Flamme's jubilant expression.

[End of Chapter]

Chapter 233: Serie is Still Sleeping