The sound of a steamship’s horn echoed.
Beside the wharf district of Dorne City, an ocean liner was slowly docking. After about ten minutes, the passengers on the deck began to disembark one after another. This ship, nad Fortune, travels between Dorne City and Horn Island. The latter is a very famous tourist destination, known for its very pleasant climate, soft beaches, comfortable sunbathing, and more.
Among the crowd, a tall noblewoman veiled in silk was holding the arm of a young handso man as they disembarked the ship. She looked to be in her thirties, possibly older, but because of her careful maintenance, she still appeared charming and graceful. The breeze by the shore blew her veil, revealing a delicate and alluring face adorned with a faint teardrop mole at the corner of her eye. She was dressed in a set of elegant white leisure attire, sowhat resembling modern-day casual short skirts. Her full bust was adorned with a string of expensive ruby necklace, and her slender white hands wore silk gloves embellished with lace. She walked intimately holding the arm of the handso young man beside her, smiling and chatting all the way.
"Darling, you truly are so amusing," said the alluring noblewoman, snuggling the young man’s arm, as her ample bosom inadvertently brushed against his body.
The firm chest made her heart flutter, and the sight of the outlined abs quickened her heartbeat slightly.
The handso young man beside her was gazing at Dorne City in the distance, his eyes seemingly recalling sothing. Yet his hand gently supported the noblewoman’s arm, steadying her as they slowly descended the steps.
Soon, an elderly man who appeared to be a butler approached. He glanced at the handso young man beside the intimate noblewoman, his eyebrows furrowed, and softly said, "Madam."
"The carriage has arrived."
Upon hearing the elder’s words, the noblewoman’s expression beca sowhat wistful and she seed reluctant to let go of the young man’s arm. She adjusted her appearance slightly and said expressionlessly, "I know."
When she turned her gaze towards the young man beside her, her eyes seed to glisten as if they could overflow with warmth. She said longingly, "Rember to contact ."
"You know how to reach ."
The young man smiled warmly and gave the sophisticated noblewoman a strong, comforting hug, completely ignoring the butler whose brows ford a tight line. His voice was gentle and magical, as though infused with a hint of magic power, "I will."
Clip-clop, clip-clop.
A carriage gradually left the wharf district, and inside it, the noblewoman wore an expression of longing and loss. She hadn’t expected that a simple leisure vacation would turn into such an exhilarating romantic encounter. When she left Dorne City to relieve her mind, she had fantasized in her heart about whether she would encounter so interesting things during this trip, ideally eting a humorous, charming, and handso young gentleman, and then the two would embark on a romantic and thrilling adventure.
Finally, her dream ca true.
She truly t a group of drunken rude sailors on Horn Island, as if fate had arranged it, a handso and charming young man appeared like a celestial deity incarnation, swiftly knocking down those drunken brutes. As her slightly weakened body rested against that young man’s chest, her heartbeat accelerated to the point of breathlessness, she couldn’t help but clamp her legs.
As a noblewoman from Dorne City, for her encountering three or five drunken brutes teasing her was already an exhilarating and thrilling experience.
"Paimon?"
The noblewoman couldn’t help but open the window of the carriage, turning to gaze towards the direction of the wharf district. But suddenly she paused in confusion because no matter how she tried, she could not recall the face of that handso young man. Her mory of the journey with him seed foggy and unclear. She only rembered asking him to pretend to be her husband, sothing she never dared to imagine before, letting a man she had known for less than a day play her husband. The two behaved so intimately as they toured the local culture from Horn Island back to Dorne City.
It was truly insane.
As for the details of the journey, no matter how hard she tried to recall, she could not rember completely. She only rembered that handso man had deep eyes, like starry skies.
Diagon Alley.
Shawn turned and walked into a grilled fish restaurant. Soon the short proprietor delivered to him a serving of lemon grilled fish, a glass of fresh orange juice, so vegetable salad, and so other condints.
"Thank you."
Shawn took out a ten dinar bill, preparing to enjoy his lunch.
The taste was excellent.
Better than the grilled lizard tails made by the Half-Elf chef in Abyss City. His return to Dorne City felt like a world apart, the peaceful life in the real world seed like an unattainable dream to him. mories of his ti in Dorne City kept echoing as they surfaced.
"It’s been over a year."
Shawn sipped the orange juice, gazing at the distant wharf district, his eyes deep, pondering sothing unknown.
Here, the Night Watcher—Shawn had already sacrificed.
He had changed his identity and appearance, relying on his ’Reading Thoughts’ ability, discovered a noblewoman yearning for a romantic adventure and thrilling encounter. Her identity and status could solve many unnecessary troubles for Shawn, so he arranged a fine show, successfully taking an upper position in the journey, impersonating the noblewoman’s husband.
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