I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

He referenced the design of the ring that costs 9.9 yuan with free shipping on Pinduoduo, so he's definitely at the forefront of fashion.

"It looks pretty good... but why is it a ring?"

Flame turned her palm around, examining the ring repeatedly, her feelings becoming somewhat complicated... What did it mean?

Rings are not ordinary things in the human world; they often signify a 'contract' and are associated with marriage, love, and so on.

But do I have that kind of relationship with Fingel? To put it bluntly, although our relationship has improved a bit now, it's still just a purely physical one, isn't it?

"what?"

Fingel raised an eyebrow, somewhat puzzled.

"What I mean is, why did you give me a ring?"

She was unsure whether to accept it.

"Well... I just wanted to give it to you, so I did. Do I need a reason?"

Fingel casually tossed the gift box into the fire and watched it burn.

The fire burned even brighter.

"...Tch, what kind of answer is that?"

Flame sighed deeply, gently rubbing her temples with her fingertips, her eyes filled with weary helplessness... That bastard.

Ah, this kind of helpless, resigned expression—like a wife being asked by her pregnant boss, "Madam, you don't want your husband to lose his job, do you..."—is wonderful.

Fingel was itching to start a fight.

Frillie will probably just watch quietly and not bother us, right?

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There's one more chapter to finish later.

Chapter 113: Is Celie cute?

"Arigado~"

Flame pushed the ring deeper, and it fit perfectly.

"You're welcome, I'm glad you like it."

Fingel chuckled. Was he finally appeased?

As expected, the principle of giving gifts when angry still works—of course, if it's a gold digger, Fingel would think every penny is too much. He and Flame have known each other for almost a year, and she has never asked Fingel for anything, and she usually tries to be self-reliant as much as possible.

She dedicated her entire life to bringing peace to the human world and teaching magic to mankind... She was a truly great person, unlike some gold diggers who use love and marriage as their goal to extract all the value from their partners, even more ruthless than capitalists.

"Hum~"

Flame's red lips curled slightly as she let out a soft hum from the tip of her nose, her fingertips casually twirling the ends of her hair.

She was clearly in a good mood.

"Huh...where's my gift? Where's mine?" Frilian pouted in dissatisfaction and protested, "Where's mine? I want a gift too! You gave Flame a gift, why didn't I?"

That's going too far! Flame got a gift, so why didn't I? Is this discrimination?

"I also want."

She stretched out both hands.

Frillie has developed mild doubts about you.

?

“Ah Zhe…”

Fingel opened his mouth, "Can I say that it was sent a thousand years later? That seems a bit inhuman." In reality, he simply forgot—is Frilian a thousand years later the same as Frilian a thousand years ago?

To be honest, Frilian's appearance is quite relatable, like she's saying, "I'm cute, please give me money." Frilian is the typical emotionless girl, which resonates with some of his hidden feelings.

......

What is this child saying?

"Frilian, boys and girls shouldn't just give each other rings as gifts, okay?" Flame sighed. Common sense education is a long and arduous task. "Unless it's the most important man in your life, you should never easily accept a ring from someone else."

The elf's naiveté always left her feeling somewhat helpless.

?

Frillie tilted her head, looking puzzled. Her nonchalant expression revealed that she was completely unaware of the situation. Her request was no different from asking a man for a ring in front of the wife. No, it should be said that a mistress should ask her running buddy for a gift.

She's so filial; in short, Flame doesn't know what to say.

"Really...Frilian, from now on I'll be including some common sense about the human world in your lessons, so be prepared."

Flame couldn't bring herself to blame Frilian; she had no idea what the ring symbolized—she simply said that if Fingel had given Frilian the ring in front of her, she would have seriously considered castrating Fingel.

[If he makes a move on Frillie... let's cripple him. If he can't control his lust, then he's no longer needed? That's it.]

She really can be ruthless. Don't let her seemingly gentle appearance fool you; when it matters, women can be incredibly vicious.

.....?

'You fucking bastard?'

Fingel, who had been reading the mind-reading entries the whole time, felt a chill run down his spine... What the hell is this? This woman is terrifying.

Why do you always try to harm my second brother? Isn't that a bit too cruel? If he dies, you'll be the one who suffers the loss, won't you?

Fortunately, we've managed to get away with it now.

"Next time, I'll bring you a gift next time."

"Definitely next time."

Fingel gave Frillie a perfunctory reply. If he were to reveal his intentions toward her disciple to Flame now, he would really be in deep trouble.

Fortunately, we managed to get through this one.

Women are creatures who are interested in sparkly things, and although she wasn't a 21st-century woman, Flame still really liked the ring Fingel gave her.

She lost her temper; she wasn't a woman who liked to get angry anyway, it was just that Fingel was too much of a beast, his mind was always filled with thoughts of 'woman, woman, nae, nae, xxxxx', he was so obsessed that he even had designs on Flame's master and apprentice—no wonder Flame occasionally wanted to kill Fingel.

Fingel fully understands this and has a clear understanding of himself, and knows that what he is doing is extremely scummy.

But there's nothing we can do about it; it's all due to genetic selection.

Fingel is a single-minded person who cannot give up any attractive pheromone.

loyalty!

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【new year】

Time flies, and the New Year has arrived.

With the increasingly fierce wind and snow, the world has turned white. Outside, the snow is knee-deep, making it unsuitable for human activity.

Such is the environment in the north; it is said that spring will not arrive in the true sense until April or May, and winter will come again in October—just like the cold winds of the Siberian wilderness.

The productivity of the extraordinary medieval world far surpasses that of Earth. With the help of mages' mastery of earth and wood magic, coupled with the assistance of powerful warriors, several apartments were quickly built outside the magical ruins where Seria lived.

But inside the largest one, it was quite lively at the moment.

The campfire in the fireplace burned wildly, converting one piece of living organic matter after another into heat energy, and sparks flew as the flames surged, stinging the face.

There were about a few dozen people in the apartment, mostly Finger's soldiers, as well as some prominent villagers from the neighborhood... The temperature rose higher and higher due to the heat from the flames and the heat emanating from the people, so much so that Finger had to take off his coat.

"Damn, this is really hot."

Fingel instinctively reached to wipe his glasses, only to remember that he was no longer nearsighted after transmigrating.

"Is it hot? I don't think it's too hot."

Flame wore a dark-patterned jacquard cheongsam dress, her long, snow-white legs, partially visible through the high slit, were clad in gilded high heels, and her waistline was cinched extremely thin by a silver ribbon, making Fingel drool.

Wow...this outfit is really nice, where did you buy it?

Fingel's throat bobbed. To be honest, he did have a bit of a fondness for cheongsams, a type of clothing that extremely accentuated the beauty of a woman's figure.

Ta-ta...ta...

A crisp footstep sounded, and Fingel turned his head to look, his eyes lighting up.

It's Celia.

Although Celia is not tall and looks like an adult loli, her wife-like face exudes a mature aura, creating a wonderful contrast.

She wore a pure white long dress, looking like a princess straight out of a fairy tale—provided you ignored her resentful, dead fish eyes.

"Master, it's been a long time!"

Fingel quickly stood up to greet him—there wasn't much of a reason, it was just a system notification.

[Seria's affection level towards you -1]

[Seria's affection level towards you -1]

..

[Seria's Affection Level: 140]

..

"Ah, is Master in a bad mood? Is she still holding a grudge about what happened last time?"

Fingel felt a little guilty. One of the purposes of holding this annual meeting was to bring up his mentor—after all, Celia was a well-mannered person who wouldn't do anything too outrageous in front of many people.

Even if you want to kill yourself, you should at least do it in a different setting, right?

"Tsk, why haven't you left yet?"

A hint of disdain flashed in Celia's eyes, indicating that she was quite dissatisfied with someone.

'This audacious...traitor!'

The matter from last time hasn't been settled yet, and it's clear that Celia is a bit petty; she still remembers how Fingel tricked her.

"How can I leave? I've gone to great lengths to prepare a surprise for you, Master."

Fingel breathed a sigh of relief; it was good that they could chat.

Damn, he was genuinely worried that he'd get a fireball in his face after they met, not to mention he'd launched a major operation this time.

He gathered the population of the small villages within a radius of dozens of miles. In the north, it was truly difficult for humans to survive, and this was largely thanks to Celia's deterrent presence. Most of the demons who knew of her existence were unwilling to provoke her, so the population was relatively large.

For certain purposes, Fingel consulted with the village chiefs and signed a pact with them—basically, they would relocate their villages to a place near the magical ruins of Flame, so that they would be less likely to be disturbed by demons.

In return, they will provide Flame with living supplies regularly each year.

It's somewhat like the relationship between nobles and their subjects in the Middle Ages, but it's not quite the same.

Fingel considered the possibility that after Flame's death, although she would say things like "I should never have taken a human as my disciple," Seria was actually a tsundere who would strive for her disciple's dream in the future.

Flame's wish is to teach humans magic.

In order to achieve this goal in later generations, Celia developed the Continental Magic Association, and a large city was developed based on the association. Fingel can be said to have laid the foundation for this.

"As long as they develop their business a little, you will definitely not have to worry about basic necessities in the future."

Fingel wiped the sweat from his forehead. Honestly, it's too hot and uncomfortable.

"Surprise...are you sure it's not a shock?" Celia's face darkened, showing no sign of joy. "Explain to me, what's with all these people?"

Fellow elves have few social traits, and Seria especially prefers peace and quiet.

So now she finds Fingel very meddlesome.

"Well... I was just worried that Master was being too lonely."

Seeing that things were not going well, Fingel took a step back and hid behind Flame.

"I always felt bad seeing you all alone as an elderly person. Now, you'll always have someone to keep you company, won't you?"

[Flame has mild doubts about you.]

[This guy...it's happening again. He has absolutely no self-respect. Is it really necessary for him to be so afraid of his teacher?]

[The teacher is usually very nice, so what did this guy do to make her so angry?]