Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 641 - 639: Young Master, Be Gentle

Florence.

In a quiet alley, within a vast courtyard, in a warm room, a man and a woman’s bodies pressed together.

The man had a handsome face and golden tousled hair, wearing an extremely form-fitting pink suit. The girl was beautiful and lovely, and from the gap of her collar, tattoos of various flowers could be seen on her skin, carrying a special allure.

At this moment, the man looked serious, while the girl seemed a bit scared.

Looking at the man, the girl’s eyes flickered, timidly asking, "Mr. Sherlock, are you sure this won’t cause any trouble?"

"Don’t worry, Lucia, there won’t be any problems." The man smiled, "Once you’ve experienced this, you’ll definitely pester me to do it again."

"I...I don’t believe it." The girl’s face turned slightly red.

"Alright, are you ready?" the man asked.

"Yes." The girl nodded lightly.

"Good, don’t move, I’m coming in." the man spoke.

The girl pursed her lips, stopped talking, and felt something foreign entering, her body suddenly tensing up.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

The girl slightly furrowed her brow, "Mr. Sherlock, it hurts a bit... please, go lighter."

"Okay." The man nodded, his movements becoming gentler, then asked, "How about now?"

The girl felt carefully, and after a moment, her face reddened even more, "Now...it’s a bit itchy."

"Itchy? That’s right, just enjoy it." The man moved quickly, the girl’s face growing redder and her body shaking uncontrollably.

After a long while, as the foreign object left, the girl’s whole body went limp.

"Whew—"

The man blew out a breath, smiled, and asked the girl, "Now, do you believe I wasn’t lying? You even want to do it again after we’re done."

The girl nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Then bring your other ear over." the man said.

The girl’s body was honest, leaning against the man’s body like a little kitten, head resting on Sherlock’s leg, turning one ear upwards.

The man looked to the side, on the dark cyan silk cloth, there lay many tools: small clamps, small forks, small spoons, small wooden knives, feathers...

The man’s eyes scanned over the tools several times, finally picking one up, holding it steadily, and extending it towards the girl’s ear.

The girl closed her eyes in comfort, her face full of enjoyment.

"Mmm..."

"Hmm..."

...

After a while, the man finished his operation, gently patted the girl’s back, and let her sit up, reminding, "Alright, Lucia, it’s over now. I ask you, how much have you learned?"

"About sixty percent." The girl responded, sparkle in her eyes.

"Sixty percent, that’s about right. Now it’s your turn to serve me." said the man as he lay down on the girl’s lap.

The girl pouted, speaking out, "Mr. Sherlock, you’re cheating. You didn’t say that after I was done, I would have to do it for you too. Otherwise...otherwise, I would have learned more seriously."

"That’s not me cheating, I taught you this so that I could enjoy it. Alright, alright, sixty percent is nearly there, better than my first time learning. Let’s see your skills."

"Really?"

"Of course."

"Alright then." The girl resigned herself, the next moment her expression turned serious, she picked up the tools, and started to operate meticulously.

The man, enjoying the process, commented, "Hmm, not bad."

"Lighter."

"Put some strength into it."

"Yes, just like that, keep it."

"Yes, yes, yes, comfortable, very comfortable."

After a while, the girl finished her service, and the man stood up, straightened his clothes, and let out a long sigh. Glancing out the window, his eyes suddenly flickered, and he seemed lost in thought.

The girl looked at the man, slightly worried, thinking perhaps there was a mistake in the procedure that had left the man bewildered. She whispered, "Sherlock, are you alright?"

The man shook his head lightly, indicating he was fine, and continued to look out the window. He spoke softly, "It’s snowing, huh."

"Huh?" The girl, taken aback, followed the man’s gaze and indeed saw feathers of snow drifting outside the door.

The new year, January, Ice Moon, the first snow had fallen.

"A year," the man spoke to himself, somewhat wistfully, "Coming here, without realizing it, it’s been over a year already."

The girl blinked, sensing more in the man’s words, and looked at him nervously, "Sherlock, are you planning to leave?"

"Leave? How could I?" The man turned to look at the girl and emphatically denied, "This place is so nice, with delicious food, beautiful scenery, and most importantly, you. Why would I leave?"

Upon hearing the last part, the girl’s face, already flushed, turned an even deeper red, like a ripe apple. She swatted the man lightly, somewhat annoyed, "Sherlock, you’re teasing me again!"

"Not at all! I’m not teasing you, Lucia," the man leaned closer, looked into the girl’s eyes, and continued, "This place is where I want to be most right now. Unless something huge happens, I plan to live here happily with you. So, Lucia, would you like that?"

Under his gaze, the girl faltered, lowered her head shyly, and answered in a weak voice, "I... I would." After saying this, she closed her eyes, her long eyelashes quivering slightly.

"That’s good," the man said with a smile, holding the girl’s face in his hands, about to make a further move, when suddenly, an explosion sounded from outside the courtyard, like thunder.

"Boom!"

The ground shook violently, and the objects in the room swayed unceasingly.

The girl couldn’t help but open her eyes, and the man was also surprised, staring blankly for a moment before turning his head to look in the direction of the alley.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of weapons clashing.

"Thud thud thud!"

The sound of blades piercing flesh.

"Aaah aaah!"

The cries of the injured.

In a flash, a deluge of sounds surged like a tide, assaulting the recently relaxed ears.

And as quickly as the noises came, they vanished as if the tide had receded.

The man and the girl looked at each other, and after a long silence, the girl spoke, "Sherlock, something seems to have happened outside."

The man’s lips slightly narrowed, his eyes flicking around as if pondering. After a moment, he gently patted the girl’s back to soothe her, "Don’t be scared, I’m here. I’ll protect you. I’m going to check out what’s going on."

Saying this, the man donned a gray cloak and walked out toward the gate of the courtyard.

The girl stood still for a moment, then quickly grabbed a purple shawl, put it on, and chased after the man, calling out, "Sherlock, wait for me, I’m coming with you."

Soon, they reached the gate of the courtyard and cautiously opened a crack in the door to stealthily peek outside. They saw, seemingly out of nowhere, large patches of fresh blood on the ground of the alley.

The snowflakes fell onto the blood, merging rapidly with it, turning into a sandy blood mixture.

As more snowflakes fell, the blood slowly froze, forming patches of blood ice on the ground.

"Scrape scrape scrape!"

A grating sound arose as soldiers in black armor, wielding metal tools, quickly cleaned up the bloodstains. Moreover, more black-armored soldiers dragged the bodies of Blue-armored Soldiers and loaded them onto a cart on the side, quickly hauling them away.

Everything was eerily silent and efficient, sending chills down one’s spine.

A Black Robed Wizard stood in the middle of the alley, motionless as a statue, suddenly casting his gaze towards the slightly open courtyard gate.

"Bang!"

The gate was promptly shut tight.

The girl’s face went pale with fright, having never witnessed such a scene before.

Yet the man remained composed, just frowning deeply.

"Could we be that unlucky? We haven’t even had a few good days, and a huge disaster strikes?"

"Could the East Coast also be restless? Must it force me to go back? But I really don’t want to go back; it’s so comfortable here. Ah!" At the end, Sherlock let out a long sigh and couldn’t help asking in confusion, "What on earth happened?"

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