I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

This man has been cooped up in the basement for days, I don't know what strange things he's doing.

"It's almost time. The carriage and luggage are ready. It's time to leave."

?

Fingel glanced at Aura, his tone somewhat strange.

"Is it in such a hurry? Actually, we can wait two more days. I'm not in a rush."

"Actually, the environment here is quite nice. I prefer a cooler environment."

Even though his body became stronger, Fingel still didn't like the heat, because he wouldn't feel hot no matter how many clothes he took off, but he could wear more clothes if he was cold.

[Aura has mild doubts about you]

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[Aura's Affection Level: 401 (Family? Romantic????)]

"Stop talking nonsense and don't waste time."

Aura gave him a disapproving look.

For some inexplicable reason, Aura developed the instinct to produce offspring. She was planning to wait until she returned to Frisch to perform the final fertility ritual with Finger—which involved using mugwort.

Although sex is quite pleasurable, it always feels incomplete, and for Aura, procreation seems to be more important than indulging in carnal desires.

"Cao...this is a bit troublesome."

Fingel was a bit confused. He didn't really want to go back anytime soon—although Aura had expressed her desire to reproduce, he didn't want to!

He didn't know how Flame did it, but she definitely wasn't pregnant. He guessed that Flame must have used some kind of magic—but he didn't know how!

Having offspring is still a long way off for him.

Awula only needs to get pregnant and give birth, but Wu Tao's internal setup requires him to consider many more things.

'Um... speaking of which, it seems like Aura and I have reproductive isolation?'

He paused for a moment, his eyes flickering as he looked at his dragon potion.

Theoretically, if I took the drug, I might actually be able to get Awula pregnant?

But how could I possibly do that!

Having a child is impossible, absolutely impossible in my entire life!

He felt relieved.

"Sigh... alright." Fingel sighed. "I'll go back after I've finished preparing the potions I made."

"cut."

With a snap, Aura slammed the door shut in annoyance.

She was somewhat unhappy.

Is having children with me really that unacceptable? It's truly unpleasant.

.....................

A few days later.

Under the old locust tree, the accumulated snow slid off in a soft rustling sound, revealing the tender green buds sprouting beneath.

Spring has arrived, and it is finally time for Fingel and his group to return.

His original purpose was only to 'heal his bloodline', and after learning magic from Celia, Fingel was basically not bothered by such things.

Many things happened during that time... He traveled back a thousand years to help Celia lay the foundation for the future alliance between the Kingdom of Frisch and the Magic Continent Conference against the Empire.

It can be said that the impact was enormous.

At the entrance of the nascent town, Fingel's convoy was greeted by those who came to see them off.

They were two magicians wearing coats.

"I knew it... I knew it." Fingel laughed as he got out of the car and put his arm around Flame, who was standing at the town gate. "It would be too hurtful if we didn't even say goodbye!"

He casually cast a fantasy spell, his unclean little hands clinging to it.

"Don't slander me. I'm not as rude as some people."

Flame sighed. Had her body really stopped resisting him altogether?

"I'm so sleepy... Why did I have to get up so early to take you?"

Frillie, who was sleeping soundly, yawned widely.

According to the elves' concept of time, Fingal had seen them twice in a year, which was quite a high frequency—making her feel there was no need to come to see them off, since they might meet again in a decade or so.

A mere decade or two is but a fleeting moment for an elf.

Hearing her words, Fingel's smile froze slightly—this female elf, doesn't she know how to read the room when she speaks!

He gave Frillie a sharp, irritating tap with his knuckles, making her burst into tears and prompting her to lodge a series of accusations.

Fingel indicated that he would ignore it.

After a moment of gentle warmth, he released Flame.

"So... this time it's really time to leave."

Looking at the two people with indifferent expressions, Fingel smiled helplessly.

So none of the women around her are simple-minded, huh? According to the plot of a TV drama, shouldn't they be hugging each other and crying their eyes out right now?

Forget it.

'So, Celia really didn't come?'

Fingel looked into the distance, slightly disappointed—was Celia watching him now? He knew that Celia could easily use magic to watch him leave if she wanted to.

'Probably not?'

In short, I estimate it will be several years before I can come again.

Fingel thought for a moment and then gave his instructions.

"Goodbye... Please be careful, there are still too many demons in the north... As for money, it should be enough. The town will hand over a certain percentage of its wealth to Celia every year. You can spend Flame however you like, she doesn't care anyway."

"I'm also working on getting the king to issue an order to learn magic... No need to rush, it should be done in five years at most."

Anyway... goodbye.

Splash-----

Fingel turned and left, and the wind and snow seemed to intensify at that moment.

...

Lifting the carriage curtain, Fingel glanced at Aura, who was sitting with his legs crossed eating pastries, sighed, and entered the slightly warm space.

"Seriously, why do humans have this pointless sense of farewell?"

"This is a waste of time."

Aura spoke coldly, for some reason feeling somewhat displeased with the two women earlier.

"Awula, you really don't understand people's hearts."

Fingel was speechless; the words were really harsh.

I'll make you cry when I get back.

................................

At this moment, outside the town of Frisch, a tall, dark shadow was perched on the tree trunk of a large tree outside the town.

It's Mahat.

He has been waiting here for a year.

"You're so patient... Mahat, are we still going to wait?"

The petite female demon maintained a fake smile as she looked at the demon on the tree trunk, but she was already getting impatient.

"Solitaire, don't do anything unnecessary."

Mahat slightly opened his eyes, giving a warning look with indifferent eyes.

Solitaire originally intended to slaughter the entire town, but he refused and threatened her with his life—Mahat would kill Solitaire if she disobeyed his demands.

Once Solitaire goes on a killing spree, the targets are likely to get wind of it beforehand and escape.

'What a troublesome man.'

Solitaire wanted to kill him—but what could she do? She probably couldn't beat Mahat, after all. He was quite strong.

Chapter 126: Tell me, do you like being stepped on?

More than a month has passed, and the convoy has arrived in Frisch.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, he really didn't want to go back to the 21st century. Although he lacked the intoxication of the electronic network, the sense of satisfaction and happiness he felt after time travel was far greater than before.

Although it was very difficult to get used to at first, it's not like some people say, that I can't live without the internet. That's not the case at all.

Maslow's hierarchy of needs consists of multiple levels: physiological needs, safety needs, social needs, esteem needs, and self-actualization.

Before his transmigration, he was just an ordinary person. Not only was he unable to gain access to the world, but he also couldn't find a job after graduation and had no sense of security. His social life relied entirely on the internet, and his respect and self-worth were nonexistent. Fingel himself disliked living as a bloodsucker.

Unfortunately, there's nothing I can do. In his past life, that was all the power he had. I'm just like this, there's nothing I can do. The country is destroyed!

But what about now?

He was a high-ranking count, a top human illusion magic master, surrounded by beautiful women who were great figures in history, and he had almost everything he wanted.

Coming to his senses, Fingel realized—ah, he had already completely settled down in the other world.

Is there no going back?

Looking out the window at the snow that was about to melt on the leaves, Fingel felt both happy and disappointed.

He was naturally in the most luxurious carriage, where the soft swan down cushions made him feel like he was in a warm bed, and the warm stones on the ceiling released heat, making the whole carriage warm and making his bones feel soft.

'It seems... I'm not really disappointed.'

Fingel thought that those who looked down on the enjoyment of the ancients and said that any ordinary modern person lived a better life than ancient kings and nobles were talking nonsense.

He was clearly having a blast, okay? At least not everyone can have sex parties and play games with beautiful girls every day, okay? Plus, he could use his privileges to play sandbox games that were only available in other games before, which gave him a great sense of self-worth.

'I'm so happy here, I don't miss home at all!'

This is still outside; it will be even better once we arrive in Frisch.

No need for much, just have each village send their prettiest girls to be maids, and select some daughters from wealthy families in town... Spallanzani, I can't imagine how awesome that would be!

Fingel's lips curled up as he drifted into a beautiful fantasy—suddenly, his knee was kicked for no apparent reason.

"...What are you doing, Lord Aura?"

Fingel looked at Aura speechlessly, wondering if she knew that kicking in high heels could hurt!

"What, can't I kick you if I want to?"

Aura sat opposite him, crossing her legs and kicking his knees as if looking for trouble, and now she even stomped hard on his instep.

"Did you say thank you?"

As she spoke, she pressed her feet down even harder.

'Is it possible that she's in a difficult situation?'

Fingel thought he had contracted rabies. He had been unconsciously using some online forum slang before, and Aura's attack power had increased dramatically, and even its intelligence seemed to have improved.

"Very well, thank you, Lord Aura, the great mage who possesses both wisdom and power."

Seeing Aura's unreasonable behavior, he decided not to argue with her.

Forget it, don't try to reason with a woman.

For some reason, this woman kept picking fights for no reason along the way—resulting in him angrily giving her a good beating in the car.

'She didn't do it on purpose, did she?'

Fingel looked at Aura suspiciously. Although he could read minds, he could only read the person's current thoughts. He couldn't read things like the person's subconscious that they themselves were unaware of.