noveltune Chapter 119 Old Acquaintance
Chapter 119 Old Acquaintance
Chapter 119 Old Acquaintance
Clarice wasn't foolish enough to believe Green's explanation; instead, she immediately thought of the brooch, a sealed artifact possessing the terrifying power of the Fool.
The fact that a newcomer to the extraordinary world could digest a potion in such a short time could only be due to the "arrangement" of a higher being.
According to historical records she had previously encountered, the silent deity revered as "The Fool" wielded unfathomable power, encompassing fate, history, and even the loopholes in the world.
If Green has indeed received some attention or "arrangement" from this being, then any "miracles" that happen to him might not be surprising.
The thought sent a chill down her spine, but it also provided a basis for explaining the facts.
Clarisse recovered from her shock, let out a soft breath, and raised her glass. "I'm sorry, I might have been a little out of line just now."
She immediately revealed a hint of undisguised joy, "Then, congratulations."
Green raised his glass and gently clinked it against hers, producing a crisp sound.
"Thank you. With this promotion, I should be able to serve the church even better."
Clarisse took a sip of her drink, covered her mouth, and chuckled. "Your mouth is getting better and better at talking. Not bad, you're quite perceptive."
"The stomach bag of a soul eater, the blood of a deep-sea marlin————"
Clarice slowly repeated the names of the materials, her brows furrowed slightly, as if recalling related occult knowledge.
"These materials—not the most common, but not extinct either. Soul Eaters are spirit beings, and can be captured or traded in specific areas or through certain channels, but one must be careful of their mental corruption."
"Deep-sea marlin requires deep-sea fishing, and Oberhafen, as a port, doesn't have too much difficulty obtaining fresh blood, but the requirement of 20 milliliters means that a live or extremely fresh sample is needed."
"As for hornbeam oil, styrax powder, and red chestnut blossoms—these are relatively common spiritual materials that can be obtained through church channels or reputable secret meetings."
Clarice narrowed her eyes and smoothed a strand of hair from her forehead. "But I still have to remind you, finishing digestion doesn't mean you're ready."
"Green, rapid advancement is like running on the edge of a cliff. The help you've received may have saved you time, but it certainly hasn't saved you from risk. Right now, what you need most isn't another potion, but to calm down and see clearly who paved the path beneath your feet and where it leads. Reverence is the lesson you most need to learn right now."
The Fool should be the true god.
At least he didn't feel any evil power like Mariana's in the Source Castle. In fact, the Fool saved him and guided him in the Source Castle, teaching him to be in awe and to know his own insignificance.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to digest the potion so quickly.
Green understood Clarice's good intentions and nodded. "Yes, I understand. I'll be careful."
Clarice was still very satisfied with Green's attitude; at least the young man listened to advice and didn't insist on doing things his own way.
She put a piece of cod in her mouth and chewed it gently; the delicious taste on her tongue relaxed her again.
The two stopped talking about extraordinary things and work, and instead chatted about some interesting things.
Green only now realized that this seemingly intellectual vice-captain was quite interested in gossip, especially gossip about men and women. This inevitably reminded him of Erwin.
"Why are these two so curious about other people's privacy?" Green thought to himself.
Clarisse gently wiped her mouth with a napkin and stood up. "Excuse me, I'm going to the restroom. The rum here is quite strong." She gave Green a slightly tired but genuine smile, temporarily shedding her vice-captain's armor.
"Please go ahead." Green smiled and nodded, watching the elegant figure walk through the restaurant and disappear around the corner of the corridor decorated with intricate vine patterns.
Green looked away, picked up his knife and fork, and resumed working on the half-eaten charcoal-grilled steak in front of him.
The steak was of excellent quality, with a crispy crust made from a blend of herbs and black pepper, while the inside remained a perfect pink color and was incredibly juicy.
As he cut into the beef with his knife, he could clearly feel the muscle fibers separating smoothly at just the right level of doneness. The sauce, made with red wine, had a slightly acidic and rich flavor that perfectly balanced the beef's fat.
"That's really good." He praised it sincerely in his heart once again.
Although the night watchman's salary wasn't high, it was enough to afford an occasional trip to a place like this. Besides, he also received a salary from the port authority.
He cut off a small piece and put it in his mouth; the rich aroma of the meat made him very satisfied.
Perhaps, once these troublesome matters are settled, I can bring Aunt Sylvia and Sura to try it too.
Although Aunt Sylvia was no longer silent all day, Green knew that the immense sorrow had not gone away; it had simply been suppressed by his aunt.
A comfortable environment, attentive service, and especially delicious food were things the Hayes family had always longed for. This might make Auntie a little happier, even if only for one night.
His gaze involuntarily drifted to Clarice's plate. She had ordered pan-fried sea bass with lemon butter sauce; the fish was snow-white with golden-brown edges, and it was served with bright green asparagus and small potatoes sprinkled with Parmesan cheese.
It looks very tempting.
"Sura will definitely like that little potato," Green muttered to himself, a slight smile creeping onto his lips.
He could almost picture his sister's eyes lighting up the moment she tasted the food, yet she tried her best to maintain a touch of adorable reserve. She was always like that.
As for Emily—Green slowed down his chewing.
Bring her along? Forget it.
At least, he would never have such a thought until she sincerely and earnestly apologized to him for her previous words and actions.
Soft jazz music filled the restaurant, accompanied by low conversations and the occasional clinking of cutlery; everything seemed so peaceful and ordinary.
As Green cut off the last piece of steak and was about to put it in his mouth, he suddenly caught sight of a figure.
"Huh? What's she doing here?"
A young woman in a long black velvet dress walked towards them, her skin fair. Her black hair was elegantly styled up, revealing her slender neck, and the dress's cut perfectly accentuated her curves.
In her arms was a well-dressed, handsome young gentleman with slightly intoxicated eyes.
The young man was leaning slightly forward, speaking to her eagerly, his gaze almost unable to leave her face; he was clearly completely captivated by her radiance.
It is Lillian de la Nott.
Lillian casually glanced around the restaurant, and when her gaze swept over the corner where Green was, she paused for a moment, then a sly smile appeared on her lips.
Then, she gave the young gentleman beside her a slightly apologetic smile and whispered something. Although the young man was somewhat reluctant, he obediently nodded and walked alone to an empty table not far away, his eyes still following her back.
Lillian, on the other hand, walked lightly and clearly toward Green.
Green forced himself to put the last piece of steak into his mouth, chewing mechanically, but it seemed as if he couldn't taste anything at all.
Lillian walked to the table, and a sweet fragrance wafted into Green's nostrils.
"Look, who is this?" she whispered, blinking.
Green put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said, "Good evening. How should I address you today? Lillian?"
Or Isabella?
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