Chapter 200: Washing Serie's Hair
Time flows quietly in the forest.
This time, Kurtz and Serie returned to their original starting point, a world just for the two of them.
Kurtz was immersed in exploring Schlacht's magic, keeping his mental strength at a high level. Occasionally, when he felt tired, he would stop and close his eyes to rest, or walk to the window and gaze at the eternally unchanging scenery outside the house.
'Should I go out for a walk with Serie?'
Kurtz remembered that the last time he went on an adventure with Serie was more than two hundred years ago. As for the trip to the Demon King's City not long ago, the two of them had no time to spare because time was too tight.
And Serie beside him was as quiet as ever.
She would occasionally flip through ancient magic books and sometimes make flower teas with strange flavors. Kurtz didn't know when Miss Elf started liking this, or maybe she just did it to pass the time.
The only thing that made Kurtz uncomfortable was that after Serie made a new flavor of flower tea, he would be the first person to taste it.
The taste was really unacceptable. It smelled delicious, but when he drank it, it tasted completely different. In the end, Kurtz could only attribute it to Serie's unique talent.
One ordinary day, when Kurtz stood up from the center of the magic circle, his eyes inadvertently fell on Serie by the window. The elf lady was holding a thick magic book, her long golden hair softly draped over her shoulders and dropped to her waist. It sparkled in the sunlight, causing Kurtz to take a second look subconsciously.
However, upon closer inspection, he noticed that the luster of the long hair seemed a little dimmer than before, and there were faint traces of slight burns from magical energy at the ends of the hair.
Maybe she didn't even notice.
Because this hut was covered with large-scale magic, the concentration of magic here was much higher than outside.
Although it would not cause any major damage to him and powerful magicians like Serie, it was obvious that the elf lady's long golden hair was not among them.
He walked over. Serie raised her eyes from the book and looked at him with a hint of inquiry. "Is it over?"
"For now." Kurtz's eyes were still fixed on her long hair. "Is there something wrong with your hair?"
Serie felt a little concerned and subconsciously reached out to touch the hair on her shoulders. She felt a familiar smoothness at her fingertips, but didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
"Hmm... It's alright. A cleansing spell will take care of it."
As she spoke, a faint magical glow lingered on her fingertips, ready to cast a cleansing spell. This magic can instantly remove dust and dirt and restore cleanliness. very useful magic.
"No." Kurtz's voice was filled with unquestionable firmness. He reached out and gently pressed down on her wrist as she was about to cast a spell.
Serie's movements froze instantly.
The touch on her wrist made her heart skip a beat, and the magical light at her fingertips dissipated.
She looked at Kurtz with confusion, not understanding why he wanted to stop her.
"Cleaning magic only removes surface dust. It can't repair the internal magical burns. Let me help you."
"What are you going to do?"
"Wash your hair."
"What?" Serie was completely stunned, and for the first time, an obviously flustered expression appeared on her usually cold face.
Let Kurtz wash her hair?
She suddenly felt a sense of inexplicable panic.
"No, thanks! I can do it myself." She tried to pull her wrist away.
After all, if she asked Kurtz to help wash her hair, she would have to lie in front of him, and she was not used to exposing her most vulnerable side to others.
"I said, no." Kurtz's hand was still holding her wrist. Although he was not using any force, it had a strange strength that made it impossible for her to break free.
"Serie, be obedient." Kurtz leaned forward slightly, close to Serie's ear. "Otherwise, I will have to use some tough measures."
Serie's heartbeat quickened uncontrollably.
She looked at Kurtz's face, felt the warmth from his palm, and a mixture of shame and anger, mixed with something indescribable and thrilling, surged in her heart.
This man always liked to be stubborn about such small things. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was overbearing.
What a bold and arrogant human being!
If she could beat him, she would pin him down and beat him up to vent her anger.
Finally, Serie opened her mouth to say something, but under Kurtz's gaze, she just pursed her lips. The light pink at the base of her ear quickly spread across her cheeks.
She turned her head away, avoiding his sight, and uttered an almost inaudible "fine," which was her compromise.
A hint of triumphant smile appeared on Kurtz's lips, but it quickly disappeared.
He still did not let go of the elf lady's wrist. Instead, he brought her to a natural pool connected to the earth's water flow in a posture that was almost like holding hands.
From the cabin, Kurtz retrieved a floral shampoo that he had made in his spare time. Of course, hair care essential oil was also essential.
After everything was ready, he turned to look at Serie, who was still frozen in place. "Come here."
Serie took a deep breath and walked over with slightly stiff steps, as if she was going to the battlefield.
She sat down with her back to Kurtz, and then let him lay her upper body flat. Her long golden hair fell into the water, spreading out like a water lily.
She tried to straighten her back, placed her hands on her stomach somewhat helplessly, and tried not to make her expression strange. But her tense shoulders and red ears revealed her inner tension.
Kurtz naturally noticed these things, but did not point them out. If he angered the elf lady, it would be more trouble than gain.
He took a bucket of water of suitable temperature and wet Serie's long hair.
The moment the water touched her head, her body trembled slightly.
"Don't be nervous." Kurtz soothed her, and his touch relaxed Serie's tense shoulders a little.
As the water completely soaked the long hair, Kurtz poured an appropriate amount of shampoo into his palm, rubbed his hands to make foam, and then covered the wet long hair, gently massaging and rubbing it.
A soft moan escaped from Serie's tightly pursed lips.
This human seemed to have used some kind of sacred magic, and that feeling was very comfortable.
Every massage could dispel the subtle fatigue accumulated in her mind. The intoxicating comfort was far warmer and more real than anything else.
Her tense body began to relax little by little, involuntarily.
She even closed her eyes, leaving only her long eyelashes trembling slightly, enjoying the care brought by his own hands.
Kurtz performed each step with great concentration.
The surroundings were so quiet that the only sounds were the flowing water and the breathing of the two people who were close to each other.
[End of Chapter]
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