There was no dining table in Freya’s home, so the dishes were placed on the desk.
Freya sat on a chair that was originally used for dirty clothes—the laundry had been taken by Ashe for washing and was now drying on the balcony. She pointed at the fiery Lala Fat Rice in front of her, the Sorcerer’s lettuce salad and the foggy spinach egg pancake, and asked blankly, “You called me back just to have dinner together?”
Xiao Xian’s cat food today was covered with a layer of Lala Fat Sauce and was quite delicious.
“Yes.” Ashe took off his apron. “Although I can wear a mask to avoid surveillance from the cameras, I would have to reveal my face when eating. I can’t eat out… So I can only buy ingredients to cook at home. Like at noon, I just bought a pie to eat.”
“Then why not eat a pie for dinner as well, why cook?”
“To be honest, the food standards in the prison were quite good. I can deal with it at lunch, but if I can’t have a good meal for dinner, that’s a bit…”
“So why did you call me back?”
“Because it’s impossible to cook just one portion. I can’t eat all three dishes by myself, so I called you back to eat together.”
It sounded reasonable, but Freya still found it strange—You are Ashe Heath, the leader of the Four Pillars God Cult. When you’re hungry, shouldn’t you just randomly find a passerby, crack open their skull and have a taste of fresh brain?
In fact, Ashe didn’t know how to cook before. This was a skill he gained from reading the Sorcerer Handbook, titled “Mastery of Common Recipes”, and it came in handy sooner than he expected.
“Having just come out of prison, where did you get the money to buy ingredients?” Freya suddenly remembered this.
She wasn’t afraid of Ashe taking her money. In fact, her house didn’t have any money. She wasn’t a sorcerer yet, so she didn’t need to carry Silver Coins. For purchases, the digital currency in her chip was directly deducted.
“You can earn money in prison too.” Ashe took a bundle of exquisite banknotes from his bag and exclaimed, “I used Silver Coins to buy ingredients, and I didn’t expect to get so much change.”
To be precise, the cost of the ingredients for this sumptuous dinner didn’t even reach one-twentieth of a Silver Coin. A Silver Coin could meet the food needs of an average person for about twenty days, and only eighteen coins were needed for a year. The exchange rate between Gold Coins and Silver Coins seemed to be 1:100…
After a day of shopping, Ashe felt that he needed to revise his impression of Medic【222】—She was not a rich lady who could casually give out a Gold Coin. She was a mega-rich woman!
While talking, Ashe opened a video in the Screen of Knowledge called “Why Sorcerers Are Great”. The Canopy had many such educational videos mainly aimed at ordinary people who didn’t have the opportunity to attend college.
But for a prospective sorcerer like Freya, the knowledge in these videos was a bit shallow. However, accompanied by humorous dialogue and hilarious scenes, they were quite interesting to watch.
Did he just randomly find this video? As a formal sorcerer, he doesn’t need to watch these educational videos, right?
It is worth mentioning that before the official broadcast of the video, there was a 30-second advertisement, which switched to the Heresy Court’s wanted notice in the last ten seconds.
“‘Corpse Lover’ Archibald Harvey, One-wing Sorcerer, Death/Alive Bounty: 10 Gold Coins, Information Reward: 1 Silver Coin.”
“‘Carrion Crow’ Ronat Wade, One-wing Sorcerer, Death/Alive Bounty: 8 Gold Coins, Information Reward: 8 Silver Coins.”
“‘Trickster’ Igor Bukin, Two-wing Sorcerer, Death/Alive Bounty: 15 Gold Coins, Information Reward: 2 Silver Coins.”
“‘Death Eater’ Langna Qios, Two-wing Sorcerer, Death/Alive Bounty: 20 Gold Coins, Information Reward: 2 Silver Coins.”
“‘Demonic Saint’ Ashe Heath, Power Unknown, Death/Alive Bounty: 50 Gold Coins, Information Reward: 5 Silver Coins.”
“You’re quite valuable,”
“Thank you for the compliment. Do you regret it?”
“Not really. After all, it’s hard to buy a Mind Series Art Spirit like a Compassion Art Spirit, and it’s not something you can get for 5 silver coins.”
At this point, Freya paused, looking at Ashe: “If you, Demonic Saint, wish to return to jail, please let me escort you back.”
“Don’t think about it. If I wanted to surrender, I’d take the bounty myself.”
“Stingy.”
As the two of them ate and watched videos, Ashe suddenly said, “Freya, I want to discuss something with you.”
“Hmm?”
“Can you wear clothes to sleep at night?” Ashe suggested gently, “After all, there’s me, a man, here now…”
Considering it was only the first night of staying at someone else’s place, Ashe had held back and didn’t say anything the previous night. Even though he was sleeping on the floor, the thought of a naked lamb lying on the bed kept him awake half the night.
Freya looked at him strangely, “Why should I wear clothes because you’re here?”
“Don’t you feel embarrassed to be seen naked by others?”
“Not at all. If it weren’t against public order, I’d even want to go to class without clothes. It’s been quite hot recently.”
Freya pulled her tank top and peered inside, then curiously asked, “Or do you find me unattractive, and it makes you uncomfortable?”
“No, you’re very attractive, it’s just…” Ashe struggled to phrase it delicately, “You… stir certain feelings in me…”
“Oh!” Freya seemed to understand, wiped her mouth with a tissue, and then pulled at her tank top, “Then let’s do it, once we do, your body will get used to it. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you”
“Why do your thoughts go there!” Ashe pulled her tank top back down, “That’s too casual!”
“That’s a bit harsh, if it weren’t for the contract I signed with you, I would’ve filed a complaint with the Heresy Court.” Freya seemed a bit upset, “I’m not just anyone. Look, you’re the head of a cult, you’re going to give me an Art Spirit in the future, and you’re not bad looking, so I thought there wouldn’t be a problem doing it with you. This is also part of the Bewitcher’s etiquette.”
“Or are you scared to do it with me? Don’t worry, I’ll try to restrain myself and not kill you.”
At this point, Ashe finally realized something was off, “What do you mean, ‘restrain myself and not kill me’?”
“Don’t you know? Our Bewitcher’s body fluids have a peculiar effect, reducing the male refractory period to zero. Plus we get quite carried away with the pleasure of mating, sometimes we accidentally kill our partners.” Freya said, “But I’ll pay attention, as soon as you’re satisfied once I’ll stop immediately, because the contract doesn’t allow me to harm you. Really, I’ll be very, very careful.”
Freya was serious, because she had to be the Mud Workers at the Mud Cafe had all undergone special modifications, and could decide when to finish, with unlimited stamina, but normal people who hadn’t undergone these modifications basically didn’t have this ability, not even the strongest races.
Even now, Freya would occasionally hear news about Ogres, Beastmen, and even Elves being killed by Bewitchers. There were also Sacred Bloodlines who were drained until their blood was depleted and they fainted, only the innocent Moonshadow could resist the allure of the Bewitchers.
In a sense, it was a good time for Bewitchers. Two hundred years ago, before the industrialization of biological modification technology, out of every ten Bewitchers, seven would be murderers, and the other three were just because they hadn’t found the desiccated bodies yet.
But due to the intervention of the Human Rights Association and the Race Rights Association, as long as the Bewitchers did not hide their race beforehand, it was not considered intentional homicide, but rather suicide on the part of the other party. The punishment for the Bewitcher was a few dozen hours of community service.
If earlier Ashe rejected out of some inexplicable virginity moral code, now it was survival instinct that took over. He very determinedly held onto the hem of Freya’s undershirt, preventing her from undressing.
Though dying in such a manner would be exhilarating, Ashe had no plans to die in ecstasy.
Freya pouted, “I don’t want to put on clothes after bathing, and you don’t want your body to get used to me, so what should we do?”
“I’ll endure.”
Freya shrugged, continuing to eat, “You really are a strange person.”
“In my eyes, you all are the strange ones.”
Ashe sighed, “I walked around near the university today, and saw three casinos, five or six candy stores, I even saw a group of female college students enter a place called ‘Honey Snow Tea Café’, and then put on extremely revealing clothes to solicit customers…”
Freya wore a puzzled expression, “What’s wrong with female college students working part-time? Did you patronize their business?”
“Freya, I’m a fugitive.”
“No need to worry about that. You can wear a mask throughout, and you can pay with Silver Coins. The Tea Café wouldn’t pry into your matters, they would just think you’re a customer with some unique fetishes.”
Freya said, “If you’re uncomfortable with holding back, go right after dinner. I can wash the dishes.”
There was no dining table in Freya’s home, so the dishes were placed on the desk.
Freya sat on a chair that was originally used for dirty clothes—the laundry had been taken by Ashe for washing and was now drying on the balcony. She pointed at the fiery Lala Fat Rice in front of her, the Sorcerer’s lettuce salad and the foggy spinach egg pancake, and asked blankly, “You called me back just to have dinner together?”
Xiao Xian’s cat food today was covered with a layer of Lala Fat Sauce and was quite delicious.
“Yes.” Ashe took off his apron. “Although I can wear a mask to avoid surveillance from the cameras, I would have to reveal my face when eating. I can’t eat out… So I can only buy ingredients to cook at home. Like at noon, I just bought a pie to eat.”
“Then why not eat a pie for dinner as well, why cook?”
“To be honest, the food standards in the prison were quite good. I can deal with it at lunch, but if I can’t have a good meal for dinner, that’s a bit…”
“So why did you call me back?”
“Because it’s impossible to cook just one portion. I can’t eat all three dishes by myself, so I called you back to eat together.”
It sounded reasonable, but Freya still found it strange—You are Ashe Heath, the leader of the Four Pillars God Cult. When you’re hungry, shouldn’t you just randomly find a passerby, crack open their skull and have a taste of fresh brain?
In fact, Ashe didn’t know how to cook before. This was a skill he gained from reading the Sorcerer Handbook, titled “Mastery of Common Recipes”, and it came in handy sooner than he expected.
“Having just come out of prison, where did you get the money to buy ingredients?” Freya suddenly remembered this.
She wasn’t afraid of Ashe taking her money. In fact, her house didn’t have any money. She wasn’t a sorcerer yet, so she didn’t need to carry Silver Coins. For purchases, the digital currency in her chip was directly deducted.
“You can earn money in prison too.” Ashe took a bundle of exquisite banknotes from his bag and exclaimed, “I used Silver Coins to buy ingredients, and I didn’t expect to get so much change.”
To be precise, the cost of the ingredients for this sumptuous dinner didn’t even reach one-twentieth of a Silver Coin. A Silver Coin could meet the food needs of an average person for about twenty days, and only eighteen coins were needed for a year. The exchange rate between Gold Coins and Silver Coins seemed to be 1:100…
After a day of shopping, Ashe felt that he needed to revise his impression of Medic【222】—She was not a rich lady who could casually give out a Gold Coin. She was a mega-rich woman!
While talking, Ashe opened a video in the Screen of Knowledge called “Why Sorcerers Are Great”. The Canopy had many such educational videos mainly aimed at ordinary people who didn’t have the opportunity to attend college.
But for a prospective sorcerer like Freya, the knowledge in these videos was a bit shallow. However, accompanied by humorous dialogue and hilarious scenes, they were quite interesting to watch.
Did he just randomly find this video? As a formal sorcerer, he doesn’t need to watch these educational videos, right?
It is worth mentioning that before the official broadcast of the video, there was a 30-second advertisement, which switched to the Heresy Court’s wanted notice in the last ten seconds.
“‘Corpse Lover’ Archibald Harvey, One-wing Sorcerer, Death/Alive Bounty: 10 Gold Coins, Information Reward: 1 Silver Coin.”
“‘Carrion Crow’ Ronat Wade, One-wing Sorcerer, Death/Alive Bounty: 8 Gold Coins, Information Reward: 8 Silver Coins.”
“‘Trickster’ Igor Bukin, Two-wing Sorcerer, Death/Alive Bounty: 15 Gold Coins, Information Reward: 2 Silver Coins.”
“‘Death Eater’ Langna Qios, Two-wing Sorcerer, Death/Alive Bounty: 20 Gold Coins, Information Reward: 2 Silver Coins.”
“‘Demonic Saint’ Ashe Heath, Power Unknown, Death/Alive Bounty: 50 Gold Coins, Information Reward: 5 Silver Coins.”
“You’re quite valuable,”
“Thank you for the compliment. Do you regret it?”
“Not really. After all, it’s hard to buy a Mind Series Art Spirit like a Compassion Art Spirit, and it’s not something you can get for 5 silver coins.”
At this point, Freya paused, looking at Ashe: “If you, Demonic Saint, wish to return to jail, please let me escort you back.”
“Don’t think about it. If I wanted to surrender, I’d take the bounty myself.”
“Stingy.”
As the two of them ate and watched videos, Ashe suddenly said, “Freya, I want to discuss something with you.”
“Hmm?”
“Can you wear clothes to sleep at night?” Ashe suggested gently, “After all, there’s me, a man, here now…”
Considering it was only the first night of staying at someone else’s place, Ashe had held back and didn’t say anything the previous night. Even though he was sleeping on the floor, the thought of a naked lamb lying on the bed kept him awake half the night.
Freya looked at him strangely, “Why should I wear clothes because you’re here?”
“Don’t you feel embarrassed to be seen naked by others?”
“Not at all. If it weren’t against public order, I’d even want to go to class without clothes. It’s been quite hot recently.”
Freya pulled her tank top and peered inside, then curiously asked, “Or do you find me unattractive, and it makes you uncomfortable?”
“No, you’re very attractive, it’s just…” Ashe struggled to phrase it delicately, “You… stir certain feelings in me…”
“Oh!” Freya seemed to understand, wiped her mouth with a tissue, and then pulled at her tank top, “Then let’s do it, once we do, your body will get used to it. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you”
“Why do your thoughts go there!” Ashe pulled her tank top back down, “That’s too casual!”
“That’s a bit harsh, if it weren’t for the contract I signed with you, I would’ve filed a complaint with the Heresy Court.” Freya seemed a bit upset, “I’m not just anyone. Look, you’re the head of a cult, you’re going to give me an Art Spirit in the future, and you’re not bad looking, so I thought there wouldn’t be a problem doing it with you. This is also part of the Bewitcher’s etiquette.”
“Or are you scared to do it with me? Don’t worry, I’ll try to restrain myself and not kill you.”
At this point, Ashe finally realized something was off, “What do you mean, ‘restrain myself and not kill me’?”
“Don’t you know? Our Bewitcher’s body fluids have a peculiar effect, reducing the male refractory period to zero. Plus we get quite carried away with the pleasure of mating, sometimes we accidentally kill our partners.” Freya said, “But I’ll pay attention, as soon as you’re satisfied once I’ll stop immediately, because the contract doesn’t allow me to harm you. Really, I’ll be very, very careful.”
Freya was serious, because she had to be the Mud Workers at the Mud Cafe had all undergone special modifications, and could decide when to finish, with unlimited stamina, but normal people who hadn’t undergone these modifications basically didn’t have this ability, not even the strongest races.
Even now, Freya would occasionally hear news about Ogres, Beastmen, and even Elves being killed by Bewitchers. There were also Sacred Bloodlines who were drained until their blood was depleted and they fainted, only the innocent Moonshadow could resist the allure of the Bewitchers.
In a sense, it was a good time for Bewitchers. Two hundred years ago, before the industrialization of biological modification technology, out of every ten Bewitchers, seven would be murderers, and the other three were just because they hadn’t found the desiccated bodies yet.
But due to the intervention of the Human Rights Association and the Race Rights Association, as long as the Bewitchers did not hide their race beforehand, it was not considered intentional homicide, but rather suicide on the part of the other party. The punishment for the Bewitcher was a few dozen hours of community service.
If earlier Ashe rejected out of some inexplicable virginity moral code, now it was survival instinct that took over. He very determinedly held onto the hem of Freya’s undershirt, preventing her from undressing.
Though dying in such a manner would be exhilarating, Ashe had no plans to die in ecstasy.
Freya pouted, “I don’t want to put on clothes after bathing, and you don’t want your body to get used to me, so what should we do?”
“I’ll endure.”
Freya shrugged, continuing to eat, “You really are a strange person.”
“In my eyes, you all are the strange ones.”
Ashe sighed, “I walked around near the university today, and saw three casinos, five or six candy stores, I even saw a group of female college students enter a place called ‘Honey Snow Tea Café’, and then put on extremely revealing clothes to solicit customers…”
Freya wore a puzzled expression, “What’s wrong with female college students working part-time? Did you patronize their business?”
“Freya, I’m a fugitive.”
“No need to worry about that. You can wear a mask throughout, and you can pay with Silver Coins. The Tea Café wouldn’t pry into your matters, they would just think you’re a customer with some unique fetishes.”
Freya said, “If you’re uncomfortable with holding back, go right after dinner. I can wash the dishes.”
