Chapter 40 - Riveria's understanding
Even more intoxicating than the beautiful morning scene was the beautiful elf leaning against a pillar under the eaves. Emerald green long hair fluttered in the wind, revealing a delicate and beautiful face.
Her eyes under long eyelashes were closed, her pink lips slightly pursed in rest, exuding the quiet beauty of a moonflower. And when she opened her emerald green eyes, the same color as her hair, and looked at Noah, there was suddenly the touching feeling of flowers blooming under the moon.
But if someone asked Noah if he dared to move, he absolutely didn't. He even hoped time could go back, or at least stop... But no matter how hard Noah prayed, time wouldn't stop. And even if he didn't move, Riveria would. She walked towards Noah with a beautiful yet freezing smile.
"What's wrong? You're not leaving?"
Pursing his lips, Noah unconsciously looked away, carefully examining the pattern on the doorpost as if it held a great secret. Who made him try to sneak away and get caught?
Seeing Noah, who usually kept a straight face, show a guilty look, Riveria became interested instead, the corners of her eyes curving. She held up her right elbow with her left hand and pointed lightly with her slender white fingers.
"Noah, Noah, I remember someone begged me for magic classes. He even said, It's just a magic class, right? I'll just go to the Dungeon after I finish. Do you know who that was?"
Who knew at the time that the 'courses' you mentioned referred to thousands of books thicker than bricks! The number of books I've read in the past ten years combined isn't as many as I've read in the past few days!
Feeling that Riveria would take the opportunity to scold him, Noah suddenly acted before she could say the next word. He grasped the hand with the raised white fingers in front of him with his gauntleted hands, opened his eyes wide, and stared straight at the high elf.
"Riveria!"
In the past half month of friendly...strict teaching, Riveria had long grown accustomed to being close to Noah. But even so, she never expected him to do this. The first thought that came to Riveria's mind was: So broad...
She was referring to Noah's palm.
Are boys palms so broad and strong? I clearly saw his fingers were slender when he held a pen, similar to a girl's.
However, when her palm was completely covered, the heat seemed to travel up her arm, making her feel a little weak. Only then did Riveria truly realize the difference between men and women.
"You, what are you going to do?!" As soon as she said this, Riveria heard the nervousness in her voice and was suddenly afraid Noah would notice.
But Noah's expression remained unchanged. He just stared at her with his eyes reflecting, emitting an invisible pressure. "Do you know what it's like to see a new enemy but not be able to defeat him, to wear new armor but not be able to use it, to learn new magic but not be able to use it?"
The firm voice revealed an unprecedented strong emotion which, along with the warmth from his palm, transmitted to Riveria's heart, making her feel a little dazed. From the first time she met Noah, the boy never joked or smiled. Whether facing her, a high elf, or Loki, his goddess, he was always so calm... at most, he would grit his teeth when drinking potions or frown when reading. But that calmness wasn't indifference. Noah didn't seem to be suppressing himself; he genuinely lacked emotional fluctuations.
Until today...
"I need to fight! But since joining the Loki Familia and becoming an adventurer, I haven't fought in half a month! I can't remember the last time I went more than ten days without fighting... So today, I must go to the Dungeon!"
This was the first time Riveria had felt such a strong outburst of emotion from Noah.
...
Noah wants to use the new magic he learned! Noah wants adventure! Noah wants to fight!
The young man so close to her conveyed his will through the warmth of his palms and the light in his eyes, leaving Riveria a little flustered. She was distracted for a moment and couldn't help but take in Noah's face, looking at him as if for the first time.
Noah's silver hair wasn't ordinary white or silver-gray but a kind of molten silver, shiny, thick, and distinct. Even in the dim morning light, it still flickered faintly.
But even so, it couldn't compare to his fair skin that was almost pale. Among the handsome boy's features, the most eye catching was undoubtedly his blue eyes...
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