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"Frieren!"
"Give it back!"
The black-haired young man stood up, looking at the elf girl in front of him with a displeased expression.
"No!"
The elf girl hugged the book to her chest, protecting it, and smiled faintly.
"Frieren!"
The young man took a few steps forward, approaching the elf girl.
His eyes scanned around, seemingly looking for a weakness in the elf girl.
"No!"
The elf girl hugged the book tightly to her chest, stubbornly turned away, and avoided looking at the young man.
"This was given to me by Eisen."
"But, I found it!"
The black-haired young man was relentless, pressing forward.
He seized the opportunity to snatch the book from the elf girl's arms.
"Help me out~"
The elf girl listened to the young man's words, her eyebrows lowered, and she turned back hesitantly.
But just as she was about to speak, the next second she felt a huge force coming from the book in her arms!
"Take that!"
Naturally, the young man had seized the so-called opportunity and made his move!
However, the young man underestimated the elf girl's defenses!
"Let go!"
The elf girl gritted her silver teeth, holding onto the book in her arms tightly.
Her expression was aggrieved; although she wasn't crying, she looked like a pear blossom covered in rain.
"Hmm."
Seeing this scene, the young man couldn't help but loosen his grip!
"Ah!"
With the sudden release, the elf girl lost her balance and fell onto the bed.
Immediately the next second!
The young man was also pulled down by the elf girl!
A fragrant, soft sensation like an electric shock instantly assaulted the elf girl's entire body!
The elf girl's large, emerald-like eyes couldn't help but widen!
Pulled by the elf girl, the young man also accidentally fell onto the bed!
The two kissed!
Unfortunately, all of this was fake.
Yulian shook his head.
Not to mention he wouldn't compete with Frieren at all, even if Yulian really tried to snatch it, Frieren probably wouldn't react like that.
Yulian had no one he loved.
If he had to say there was one, there could only be one.
Yulian looked down at the dim snowflake mark on the back of his hand, his expression slightly lost.
"What's wrong?"
Frieren walked over from the side, holding hamburger steaks, a sweet smile on her face.
Yulian really let him have it!
Although even if she didn't let him, she wouldn't give it back anyway!
After all—it was her own thing to begin with :=ω=.
"Nothing..."
Yulian raised his head and smiled.
Flenna was just sleeping, it wasn't like something had happened to her.
No need to worry!
"So strange..."
Frieren tilted her head, frowning in confusion as she glanced at Yulian.
But seeing Yulian just chuckled and didn't reply, Frieren didn't press further.
"They should be back soon..."
Frieren looked out the window, then turned her gaze back to Yulian.
"Are you really planning to give that?"
Frieren's eyes held a thoughtful look.
If Yulian gave that to Stark, Fern wouldn't be angry?
Frieren didn't understand why, but Frieren was greatly shocked.
"Yeah..."
Yulian smiled and nodded.
"There's no need to be so avoidant."
"After all, it's just a Magic potion for treating wounds."
Yulian looked at the purple Magic potion he was fiddling with under the table, a faint smile on his face.
"You've got some nerve."
Frieren sighed.
She hadn't expected that changing the description would completely change the meaning.
The purple Magic potion (a Magic potion that only dissolves clothes) had also become the best sacred medicine for treating wounds.
"I should have known not to change it."
Yes.
Another reason Yulian didn't compete with Frieren for the hamburger steak recipe was that Yulian realized this bottle of purple Magic potion wasn't unsellable after all!
"Who told you you were a dummy?"
Yulian showed a smug smile.
In the end, Frieren had worked hard to make four large hamburger steaks, while he just needed to wait for Stark to return and give him the Magic potion.
"Disgusting."
Frieren took off the gloves she used to hold the tray when baking the hamburger steaks, covering her head helplessly.
Occasionally, one or two such disgusting words would come out of this strange Demon Race's mouth.
But thankfully, she was pretty much used to it.
"Did we come back too late?"
A gentle voice came from outside.
Yulian's ears twitched, and his eyes lit up slightly.
Fern was back.
The next second, the door to the inn lobby opened.
Fern and Stark walked into the room, one after the other.
"Mistress Frieren...?"
"And Mr. Yulian?"
Fern and Stark, in sync, each called out a name.
Their faces showed a hint of surprise.
"You're back?"
Yulian looked at the two standing very close to each other, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but lift.
"Yeah."
Fern nodded and pulled out a chair, gesturing for Stark to sit down.
"I thought you guys had already rested."
"We were planning to rest, but today is a special day after all."
Yulian looked at Stark's slightly red face, secretly guessing their itinerary for the day.
How did they go out and come back seemingly with good progress?
"After all, today is my birthday."
Stark looked at the large hamburger steak in front of him, his face rarely blushing slightly.
Yulian was still guessing if it was because he was shy about his birthday, or because of Fern...
Yulian curled his lips, his eyes showing a hint of excitement.
As a 'shipper', he was already finding it hard to resist asking Stark about their developments today!
"Yulian."
Frieren lightly called out Yulian's name.
Yulian instantly snapped back to attention and took out the purple potion from his coat pocket.
"What is this?"
Stark looked at the purple potion Yulian handed him, his eyes showing a curious expression.
"A sacred medicine for healing wounds..."
Yulian took a light sip of the sake in front of him, his cheeks quickly turning crimson.
"As a warrior, Stark, you are bound to get injured."
"This Magic potion can dissolve the clothing on your injured area, preventing the wound from sticking to your clothes."
After drinking some alcohol, Yulian's eyes gradually became confident.
"Stark..."
Yulian called out Stark's name slightly louder, and after Stark was startled, Yulian raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Surely you know the pain of a wound sticking to your clothes when dealing with it?!"
"So that's it!"
"Thank you, Mr. Yulian!"
Stark listened carefully the whole time, until Yulian's explanation at the end.
Stark suddenly had an epiphany!
Looking at Yulian, Stark's eyes were full of admiration!
He hadn't expected Mr. Yulian to be willing to give him such a precious and practical item!
It was truly moving!
"Is that really the case?"
Fern sat on the side, biting her finger and looking at the two, then curiously glanced at Frieren who was in shock nearby.
She murmured softly.
"A potion that dissolves clothes..."
"It feels like something Mistress Frieren would come up with..."
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