Chapter 199: Serie's Lap Pillow
He didn't intend to intervene directly, but he could push the wheel of fate a little to increase the chances of them meeting.
Flamme looked at his hesitant expression. Although she was puzzled, she didn't press for answers out of trust in Kurtz. She simply nodded and said, "I understand, Mr. Kurtz."
Kurtz looked at Flamme's young and energetic face, and then looked at Aila, the elf beside her, who had a calm expression and a long lifespan.
A thought suddenly popped into his mind without warning.
An elf and a human girl, together, embarking on a long journey full of unknowns...
Doesn't this picture look familiar?
An indescribable sense of déjà vu, as if from the future, instantly struck him, causing his mind to waver slightly. He seemed to see another similar pair a thousand years later, walking on completely different yet vaguely connected destinies.
He shook his head, discarding the far-off vision and returning his attention to the present.
He looked at Flamme, his tone becoming more serious, even emphasizing: "Also, Flamme, remember—this adventure doesn't have to last too long. About five to ten years will be enough."
Flamme and Ayla both looked at him, somewhat confused.
Shouldn't the duration of an adventure be determined by the goals and encounters of the experience?
Kurtz's gaze lingered on Flamme's young face. "Ayla is an elf. Her time scale is different from ours. Traveling for decades might seem like a snap of a finger to her. But Flamme, you are human."
"A few decades of time may be only half a lifetime for a human being. Power is certainly important, but don't get lost in the pursuit of power and forget the way home."
Flamme looked at Kurtz seriously. For the first time, she felt so clearly the gap in lifespan between humans and elves, as well as the weight in Kurtz's words.
A hint of complex emotion flashed in Ayla's emerald eyes. She understood what Kurtz meant. For elves with long lives, they often unconsciously overlook the short lives of their human companions, which are like summer flowers.
If Kurtz hadn't been able to stay with Serie through constant reincarnation, he and his former companions would have become legends long ago.
"I understand, Mr. Kurtz." Flamme nodded vigorously, her eyes more determined.
Serie listened from the side and watched Kurtz's final instructions to Flamme. The inexplicable irritation in her heart seemed to dissipate a little. After all, what Kurtz said was indeed right. But fortunately, this rule did not apply to him. And she was grateful for this exception, which allowed him to accompany her for such a long time.
Serie stared blankly at the back of this human, unable to help but feel a little dazed.
She didn't even hear the farewells of her two disciples until Kurtz reminded her.
"They've already left. Hope everything goes well."
Serie came to her senses and stood beside him in silence.
She glanced in the direction where the two disciples had departed, then turned her head slightly and looked at Kurtz's face.
She thought of the mysterious Demon King in the Demon King's City, so she asked, "Do you have any clues about that Demon King?"
Kurtz turned around, met Serie's gaze, and slowly shook his head, his brow furrowed. "Not yet."
"Her existence itself is a huge mystery. Her power comes from the Life Goddess, mixed with a bit of the Fertility Goddess's power. When I detected her aura..." Kurtz paused, as if searching for the right words, and finally said in a deep voice, "I feel that the danger she poses is far greater than I expected."
"Her body—or rather, her form of existence—is more like a chaotic collection full of corrosion and pollution. Once she dies, that power would erupt completely, enough to drag the entire world into the abyss. I chose to stop, not because I couldn't, but because I didn't dare to risk the consequences."
Serie's pupils shrank slightly.
The potential danger was self-evident, evident enough that Kurtz didn't dare to gamble and chose to stop directly.
She was silent for a moment before she said, "So, what are you going to do?"
"Let's wait and see for now. But the most urgent thing is to master Schlacht's magic first."
"But it might take me a long time," Kurtz said, looking at Serie with honest eyes. "This process might be very long. Fifty years, a hundred years, or even longer. I can't be certain of the exact time."
Serie listened quietly, with no surprise in her eyes, just nodded to show that she understood.
For an elf like her, who possesses nearly eternal life, time is the least valuable thing. Fifty years, a hundred years, they are but a tiny piece of the puzzle in the vastness of time.
"If you succeed, then you won't need to reincarnate again?"
"Well, then I'll have the same lifespan as an elf."
Hearing Kurtz say this, irrepressible joy rose in Serie's heart.
This meant that this man would no longer need the uncertain reincarnation and would have the same long lifespan as her.
And she wouldn't have to endure waiting for a long time every hundred years, worrying about problems with the reincarnation ritual.
They could walk side by side—no longer would she watch from the shore of time, waiting for Kurtz to row over and then leave every time, but truly exploring the endless mysteries of magic together until the end of time.
Over the past thousand years, the time Kurtz spent on reincarnation accounted for almost one-third of it. During those periods alone, she studied magic by herself. Although she was used to it, she still felt a little lonely deep in her heart.
If this man had not been with her all the time, Serie would have gotten used to the passage of time long ago.
But it was precisely because of this man's existence that she began to have different feelings in her heart.
Although her joy was almost beyond words, Serie did not say anything. She just nodded slightly to show that she understood.
However, the slightly raised corners of her lips still revealed a hint of truth.
At this moment, Kurtz seemed to feel a little tired from the magic research just now, and subconsciously raised his hand to rub his temples gently.
Serie noticed this subtle movement. She came to Kurtz, sat behind him, crossed her legs, and patted them. The gesture was self-evident.
Seeing this, Kurtz didn't hesitate and lay directly on the elf lady's lap.
Enduring the itchiness caused by the friction of his hair, Serie raised her hand. A flash of frost passed through her fingertips, and she gently pressed on his temples and began to massage.
Her fingertips had a slightly cool touch, and the pressure was light but just right, causing Kurtz's body to relax instantly.
He closed his eyes, feeling the comfort and peace brought by the cool fingertips, and inhaling the natural fragrance of the elf lady.
The cabin fell into a strange silence.
Serie massaged with great concentration, without any resistance, but with a sense of almost cherishing. Her eyes were lowered, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow beneath her eyes, concealing the emotions surging within them.
'Why do I feel a little uneasy?'
Miss Elf didn't know. She just thought she might be sick.
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