Mohe didn’t rush to devour her own right hand.
She rely absorbed part of the curse and then used her own thods to partially seal her right hand.
Because she noticed the trick Charlette had left on the right hand.
It must be said, Charlette is truly insidious and cunning.
In a situation where "I can’t do anything about the right hand," she adhered to the principle of "destruction being simpler," aning what your right hand can endure, your current body might not be able to handle.
If the absorption is done hastily, sothing terribly wrong could happen.
However, Doro could be considered quite honest; he ntioned this when handing over the arm, but even if he hadn’t, she would have noticed it herself. So Mohe didn’t think there was anything worthy of gratitude here.
Absorbing the right arm needs to be postponed. anwhile, a bit of fishing can be done.
Mohe picked up her simple fishing rod: "Doro, shall we go fishing?"
None of the young won at the manor were interested in fishing. Only Doro had a slight taste for it, but Doro’s fishing skills were excellent, and in this regard, Mohe felt she should learn a bit.
So she often invited Doro to go fishing together.
Doro thought for a mont and then picked up his fishing rod, made of ordinary bamboo, and went with Mohe to the stream.
Baixi Town is quite pleasant and enjoyable in this respect, with the whole town moving at a very leisurely pace. Although Mohe and Doro might not have a good impression of the so-called "Wise King," it must be said that there is a reason this man is called the Wise King.
At least—the taxes people need to pay in this era are much less compared to past "dynasties."
Of course, Mohe knows clearly that the "relaxed and comfortable" life humans are enjoying right now cos from the suffering of other races. The Wise King, from a human perspective, is indeed a Wise King, but for other races... he probably doesn’t hold a good reputation.
But since Mohe and Doro are considered humans, they can enjoy this benefit quite nicely.
This stream in Baixi is relatively wide; if it weren’t for certain areas being too narrow, this stream might serve as a tool for water transport, of course, with human modification of the river, widening the riverbed, and adding dams... this stream could beco a "canal."
But such engineering hasn’t reached such a small town like Baixi Town yet. So of humanity’s major cities relying on rivers haven’t been fully developed—perhaps the Wise King needs to spend decades to truly unleash the potential after the great war.
Of course, war continues behind the scenes.
This campaign of Charlette’s is difficult to sustain; what she and the Wise King need to do now is to eliminate the negative impact of the Lizardman Kingdom’s downfall, with any mistake potentially causing the Human Central Empire and White Church to beco the subject of public criticism.
Especially with the Hero’s Sword being forcibly summoned by A·Gedora and then punishing Charlette.
That’s sothing one could really capitalize on.
Mohe cast her baited hook into the stream, as always sitting cross-legged on a big rock, both refining her blood and waiting for the fish to bite.
Doro sat next to Mohe, casting his own hook, then drinking from a bottle of wine.
Logically, Doro should be gathering materials to turn Lisidorwei into the fourth-generation Vampire, but Doro can’t really help much since he currently lacks connections—or rather, whether his old connections can be utilized is unknown.
And he wouldn’t engage in acts like murder and arson.
Ah Xion, after asking Mohe so questions, actively chose to take Doro’s place; she implied that as a Sword Saint, she could procure many hard-to-obtain materials.
Since the other party is willing to contribute, Mohe naturally couldn’t be happier.
"So, Mr. Doro, is there sothing you’d like to say to ?"
Doro froze mid-sip, this middle-aged man’s face unexpectedly showing a slightly embarrassed red.
"You wouldn’t find a middle-aged man’s shyness cute, would you, Mr. Doro, looking so bashful—you make really puzzled... though I can see you have sothing on your mind for calling to fish alone. What are you trying to say that has you in this state..." Mohe spoke, her pupils gradually dilating, leading to an astonishing hypothesis, "You wouldn’t be... in love with !"
"Absolutely not!"
Doro denied it within a second.
Mohe imdiately showed a smile: "Ah~ you’ve denied it so quickly~ I had a little expectation, a girl’s tender heart can be hurt, Mr. Doro, I might cry~"
Are you overacting a bit?
Doro, seeing Mohe’s deanor, relaxed quite a lot: "So if I said I really liked you, what would your answer be?"
Mohe’s expression changed instantly, into a contemptuous one like looking at human scum: "Just a middle-aged man with no money and average looks, having such delusions about noble , having thoughts about my delicate and naive body! You disgusting thing! You should have been eliminated long ago!"
"Thankfully, your figure isn’t my type."
"What do you an by this?"
Mohe was displeased at that mont.
Doro looked at the young girl in front of him who seed about to inquire further, and he finally said, "I wanted to ask you... Earlier, Rose ntioned that when she’s doing laundry, she has a special reaction to my scent..."
Uttering such words naturally brought embarrassnt.
Upon hearing this, Mohe thought to herself, is it just such a small issue? She thought he was going to say sothing else: "This is the gift I gave you, Mr. Doro. This kind will subconsciously excite a man, which I believe n should like, right?"
"I..." Doro hesitated, as if he wanted to say sothing, but the words were stuck in his throat.
Mohe furrowed her brow: "So what exactly do you want to say? Do you not want this trait? If you want to modify this characteristic, you’ll need to pay a price..."
"No... What I an is... Does she only react to , or all n...?"
Upon hearing this, Mohe finally understood what the man truly wanted to express, and she couldn’t help but find it amusing: "Ah~ I see, Mr. Doro, indeed, this aspect is sothing I didn’t consider. As my ti as a human has been short, my understanding of the human ideal of ’love’ is not deep enough, and I almost forgot that possession in so-called love is very important. I must apologize to you."
"That’s not... You... So... Is she exactly..."
Mohe smiled faintly at Doro: "Do you want her to only react to you, or do you hope this is rely a racial trait that reacts to anyone, and it’s just because you’re the only one around her that she has sothing special about you?"
"Of course I..."
Instinctively, Doro wanted to give an answer, but the words stuck at the brink as he suddenly realized Mohe’s deeper aning.
"It seems you’ve understood what I ant, Mr. Doro. I didn’t expect our heart-to-heart would begin with this aspect."
Mohe grew interested; she withdrew her bait entirely—not to cover up failing to catch fish but because Doro’s situation intrigued her more: "A normal man would naturally hope for a girl who likes him to be interested in only his scent, his body. This possessiveness is a manifestation of love — but for you, Mr. Doro, is there a part of you hoping... that this is rely her instinct? Because you can’t bear others’ love. If this was just a Charming Demon’s biological instinct, you’d feel disappointed but, more importantly, relieved, right?"
No need to shoulder responsibility, no burden of others’ affection.
Only at this mont did Mohe dare to assert that she had glimpsed the true heart of the man previously known as A·Gedora, now known as Doro.
This was enough to overturn so of her assumptions about Doro.
The ease on Doro’s face gradually disappeared, replaced by a heavy, sorrowful expression as he looked at Mohe before him.
With her long black hair and pale skin, the young girl’s eyes glimred differently from various angles. Doro knew that this girl was in the process of restoring her eyes. Perhaps in a few years, without needing to recover her eyes, she would regain the pair capable of seeing through all illusions, disregarding distances, peering into the world’s wonders.
Being watched by these eyes demands courage.
Because this girl scrutinizes everything with an almost investigative deanor.
"I... If I tell you, is it like exposing my weaknesses to you?"
Ah...
What a pitiful man.
Mohe’s eyes brimd with more contempt. She had always been a sympathetic being; as the Demon King, she spared Lisidorwei after she survived a casual strike and let her leave. As a human, she was modest and respectful, even assisting elderly people across muddy paths.
She always sympathized with the weak.
After all, watching the weak struggle is inherently interesting.
She doesn’t mind letting them struggle a bit more.
But the person before her, this "weak one," is Doro.
Mohe stood up and walked to Doro.
Doro remained seated cross-legged, fishing, a tinge of doubt flowed in his eyes.
This height, just right?
Mohe embraced Doro’s head.
The girl’s stunted developnt hardly promised softness or warmth.
Yet her voice was full of enchantnt.
"You certainly should tell your weaknesses, Mr. Doro, given you can kill at any ti — a balanced exchange demands equality between both parties. If I save Lisidorwei, yet no longer hold thods to restrain you... Our exchange would no longer be equitable. Then, we might only beco enemies... You still have use for . So give so of your weaknesses, so we can maintain our current relationship... This is not for others, not for , rely for... yourself. Mr. Doro. Tell , reveal your weaknesses to ."
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