Chapter 72. Can I Get a Reimbursent?
"Anya? What happened? Did I drown? Did you fish
out of the river?"
After saying that, Luo Nan reached out and pressed his hand against his own chest, feeling the beating of his heart, the pumping of his blood, and the warmth of his body.
Once he had confird everything, he let out a long breath. "Phew...... It seems Mr. Tree really did bring
back. Worthy of a god-tier existence — that move just now was life-reversal-level stuff!"
"Much better than the Cheat Device Miss who only ever talks in riddles."
[......]
"My apologies, my apologies — the Cheat Device Miss is just as indispensable, of course. If not for her, I'd have died a good many tis over by now."
Having corrected his own misguided tendency to play favorites, Luo Nan turned his gaze to Anya, whose face was still dripping.
Her delicate, beautiful features were still stained with a trace of blackness that resembled ink, running down through the water droplets along her cheek, while her pair of golden eyes glared daggers at him — even her fine brows were knitted tightly together.
'This person...... seems to be in a rather bad mood?'
He felt an inexplicable flutter of unease.
With that thought, he turned his neck sowhat unnaturally, becoming aware of the softness and dampness pressed snugly against his right cheek.
Wait...... Softness and...... dampness?
Luo Nan turned his neck slightly stiffly to the right, and what t his eyes was an expanse of rather impressively voluminous softness — threads of milky fragrance mingled with the sll of potions, flooding through the fabric pressed snug against Luo Nan's nose and pouring into his brain in an instant.
He suddenly realized that his current position with Anya seed to have beco sowhat... ambiguous.
Oh no.
In his mory, Anya Sivans was soone who harbored an extre aversion to nobles — and his current relationship with her was not exactly warm either.
And moreover, as the heroine of a beautiful-girl fantasy epic RPG, her romantic preferences would naturally not lean toward n.
If anything, as the quintessential shōnen-type protagonist, the bond between Anya and her fellow beautiful-girl companions-in-arms was one of the most utterly sublimated of friendships!
With that thought, Luo Nan imdiately turned his head back — in the process taking one more brush of the girl's softness and its warmth and beauty.
He tried to struggle upright, made an attempt — and found that his control over his body was not yet fully coordinated. The mont he had barely managed to straighten up, his concentration slipped, and he collapsed right back into the girl's arms.
And this ti, what his head was pressing against was no longer the crook of the girl's arm, but rather...... that pair of exceedingly supple and yielding fullness.
Luo Nan inwardly knew this was bad — yet his awakened mories, those of a notorious scoundrel who had once been the talk of the capital, ant he was well-versed in how to handle himself around this type of woman.
"Hss...... My body, it's a little...... not quite right."
Luo Nan rested his head against the girl's fullness, reached out to clasp his own chest, his words carrying a thread of barely-suppressed pain, and said to Anya:
"Sorry, Anya — my body, it seems, hasn't fully recovered yet."
Luo Nan let out a rueful laugh and a soft sigh, his tone conveying unmistakable helplessness, without a trace of awkwardness or apology at being in such close physical contact with a woman.
"...... Luo Nan von dillion, still playing dead?"
"?"
The mont the girl's words fell, Luo Nan felt the warmth and softness his head was resting against vanish in an instant — and without anything to support him, his entire body tipped uncontrollably backward.
Thud—
"Ow...... the back of my head."
Luo Nan, who had just achieved intimate contact between head and floor, reached up to cradle the back of his skull and lay on the ground rhythmically thumping the surface.
"Hey, you......" Anya saw that Luo Nan had genuinely taken that knock in earnest, and the icy expression on her face was instantly pierced through by a flicker of flustered concern.
She had still thought this fellow was deliberately taking advantage of her, playing possum just to lie in her lap.
So it really was...... that he genuinely hadn't recovered yet?
A thread of self-reproach rose in Anya's heart.
This fellow had just saved her, after all — and she had treated him with this kind of attitude. It seed like she had gone a little...... too far?
No no no — this fellow had co up and sprayed a face full of potions on her first, then shalessly played the drowning card, nearly making her blow her top just now.
With that thought in mind, the heart that Anya had just begun to soften hardened right back up again.
He was still that insufferable, despicable scoundrel-noble Luo Nan von dillion!
The girl instinctively pressed her hand to her own chest. Even though Luo Nan's head had already shifted away from it, that prickling sensation still lingered about her chest, making her feel sowhat...... itchy.
Suppressing the peculiar sensation in her chest for the ti being, Anya crouched down again and carefully helped
Luo Nan backed up — only this ti, she avoided any large-scale bodily contact.
"Sorry, I didn't anticipate your condition." Anya placed both hands on Luo Nan's shoulders and pushed him upright.
Luo Nan rubbed the back of his head with one hand while grumbling: "Tsk, forget it, forget it — next ti rember to be a little gentler with the patient."
"Mm." The girl replied quietly.
"The current situation is......" Luo Nan struggled upright with Anya's support, gradually regaining mastery over his body, and looked out at the surroundings still thick with Black Mist, then asked:
"After you saved
just now — mm...... you took the opportunity to finish off that ugly wretch."
The girl's response this ti no longer carried that forr vivacious, all-guns-blazing energy — instead there was a faint trace of sheepishness to it.
Hearing Anya's answer, Luo Nan thought inwardly: as expected of the "Chosen Hero" — once she erupts, she's formidable, capable of killing straight across tiers.
His decision to throw himself forward and save Anya just now had been the right one!
Luo Nan had no confidence in himself to defeat that thing that had so obviously been beyond the expected paraters.
"Is that so?" Luo Nan nodded, then patted his completely soaked-through upper body and the liquid still sloshing around inside his stomach, his gaze sweeping across the large pile of empty potion vials strewn across the ground below, and asked again:
"Anya Sivans, did you just pour a whole chaotic jumble of potions down my throat? I've got, mm...... a mouthful of potion taste right now."
Hearing Luo Nan ntion the potions, the slight awkwardness Anya had been showing — that uncertainty about how to behave around him — imdiately vanished, and she replied at once:
"If you hadn't brought it up I'd have nearly forgotten! To save you just now, I used up my entire stockpile!"
Saying that, the girl extended four fingers toward Luo Nan. "The potions I spent saving you total 4 Faras — are you paying
now, or later together with those 10 Faras?"
"......"
"Hey hey hey, Anya Sivans — I sustained such severe injuries entirely because I was saving you, you know." Luo Nan pointed at his own chest: the silver Thousand-Scale Radiant Shock Robe had already been blown open with a gaping hole, revealing the sculpted physique beneath. "It would be one thing if you didn't thank
— but why are you still asking
for money?!"
"I......" Anya was montarily at a loss for words.
"I never asked you to save . I was perfectly capable of handling it myself......"
"What did you say?" Luo Nan hadn't quite caught the quiet murmur.
"Ah—! I said, I'm very grateful for your life-saving grace! Consider it that I owe you one — I'll repay this debt of gratitude!"
The girl raised her head again, with sothing of a resigned, nothing-left-to-lose air about her.
"But! Business is business — the potion money you cost , you still have to pay
back in full!"
"......" Luo Nan had no desire to argue further with this money-obsessed creature.
His goal had already been achieved, anyway.
With that thought, Luo Nan made no reply, turned his head, and walked toward the site of its death.
Just then, a long-absent craving surged through his body in an instant.
"This feeling...... wait!"
"Hey, Luo Nan — can I get a refund, give
a straight answer already!"
Seeing that Luo Nan was no longer responding to her, the girl chased after him to his side and continued pressing him with the persistent tenacity of a barnacle.
For so reason, Anya felt that she absolutely had to get an answer out of Luo Nan — otherwise...... her heart would feel hollow and empty.
She wasn't quite sure where this peculiar feeling was coming from.
After much deliberation, Anya ultimately attributed the feeling to her craving for Gold Faras, her love of Silver Surs, and her cherishing of Copper Tess.
"Anya, stop!" Luo Nan called out sharply.
"What......"
Luo Nan felt the craving deep within him growing ever more intense, his gaze locked unwaveringly on the chaotic, disordered black mark left behind where it had died.
"Sothing's not right."
Reviews
All reviews (0)