Kill me again, Miss Witch

Xia Ya blinked, and swallowed the second half of the sentence "eight thousand gold coins".

He glanced at the other party blankly, and found that Sylvista didn't have any hesitation or heartache, and her expression was as relaxed as if she drank a glass of water.

Is this the legend, don't use all your wealth to challenge my pocket money?

Seeing Xia staring at her in a daze and not speaking, Sylvista misunderstood what he meant, and said guiltily: "If it's not enough, I still have about 2 gold coins in the vault of the mansion, that's all ...Even so, I'm still much less than my sister, sorry."

"Wait a minute!" Xia Ya finally came back to his senses, forcibly suppressed the idea of ​​eating soft food, and shook his head, "I won't ask for this money, the amount is too big, and I may not be able to pay it back in the short term. It's also unfair."

After a slight pause, he continued: "Even if we are friends, we can't do this. You have to know that once money is involved, even brothers may turn against each other. I don't want our friendship to deteriorate."

"But..." Sylvista slightly tilted her head, "Please put yourself in the shoes of others, if our positions were switched, what would Char-student do?"

Xia Ya opened his mouth, but in the end he still didn't speak.

If he also has tens of thousands of gold coins as pocket money, and just happens to meet a friend who is in urgent need of [-] gold coins... most likely he will borrow it.

"Right?" A strand of wavy hair fell gently to her ears, and a gentle smile bloomed on Sylvista's fair face, "Besides, I have conditions."

Xia Ya was slightly taken aback: "What conditions?"

"Do you remember that notebook?"

Sylvista took another sip from the ceramic teacup, remembering something, a sly smile flashed across her face.

notebook?

Xia subconsciously recalled what happened when the two met for the first time.

It was a section on the modern history of Hiron at the beginning of this semester. Students from the knight department and the magic department were in the same big classroom, and Shaar, who was sitting in the back row, was dizzy listening to it.

To pass the time, when he had nothing to do, he took out his notebook and thought about writing the beginning of his new work.

Although the content of the original work is in my memory, in order to cater to the humanistic style and background of this world, Shaar still carried out some artistic processing and improved many details, and finally wrote the first half when the get out of class was about to end. Before leaving the classroom, I accidentally lost the notebook in the classroom.

By the time he realized this and went back to look for it, the notebook had disappeared.

I thought that the best result would be to rewrite it again, and it might even be sent to the publishing house in advance by someone with ulterior motives to impersonate him, but the next day, Shaar found a note on the table.

[Your notebook is here with me. If it is convenient, please go to the open-air balcony on the third floor of the Opal Pavilion to claim it during lunch time. 】

Mysterious.

This was Shaar's only thought after seeing the content.

I deliberately chose the lunch time to meet to avoid the crowd. It seems that the other party doesn't want others to know about the meeting.

With some doubts, Xia finally followed the request on the note.

As a result, at the appointed place, he met the well-dressed Sylvista, who was holding a notebook in her arms, smiling brightly and joyfully.

"Your Excellency Cain, I finally found you!"

Although until now Xia Ya has not figured out how she uncovered her vest with a note, but in this way, the "book fan" and "author" with different identities completed a dramatic first meeting.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but from that day on, Xia Ya found that the frequency of encounters and coincidences between the two began to increase gradually.

Until later, slowly became friends.

......

"So, what's your condition?"

After finishing the memory, Xia Ya glanced at her and said.

"First of all, please answer one of my puzzles." Sylvista looked at the boy in front of her, "What is the name of the story written in the notebook?"

Char was silent for a few seconds before replying, "You can call it..."Romeo and Juliet."

Sylvista nodded, and then a trace of resentment flashed in her eyes: "Just don't care about the beginning and the end, doesn't Xia Ya understand that this kind of behavior is an extremely tormenting thing for loyal readers?"

"My condition is very simple, that is, please write the second half quickly!"

Sylvista stared at Shaar seriously, her pink cheeks puffed up slightly.

"Cough cough..."

Seeing the other party's appearance of being "defrauded by the eunuch author", Xia Ya almost didn't hold back.

Trust me girl, you don't want to see that ending.

He thought about it for a while, then smiled bitterly, trying to persuade her not to be overwhelmed: "There were some accidents in the follow-up of that book, so there is no idea of ​​releasing it, and the ending may not be what you hoped."

Shaar hinted vaguely.

But Sylvista just glanced at him silently and didn't speak.

Seeing this, Shaar could only bite the bullet and continue: "Of course, if you must read it, I'll find time to write it out, and it won't bother me."

The other party showed a reserved smile.

It's procrastinating and ending, and I don't know if she will directly blacklist me after reading this book.

Thinking of this, Xia suddenly saw a small white hand stretched out, holding a ring in the palm.

"This is a dimensional magic tool, and there are [-] gold coins in it. If it's not enough, you can tell me." Sylvista put the ring on the table in front of Shaar, and then added: "This is for that The book's full buyout fee."

That is to say, after it is written, it has nothing to do with Char whether he reads the manuscript alone or finds out the publishing house's printing share.

Of course, with Sylvista's wealth, she probably wouldn't choose to find a publishing house.

As if she was afraid that the other party would think she was greedy, Sylvista repeated in a low voice: "...If you don't like it, you can tell me again."

few?

Even for the best-selling "The Count of Monte Cristo", including the three phases of royalties, the total income is only more than 4000 gold coins.

Is this the rich man's world?

Xia Ya suddenly had some doubts about life. He worked so hard to make money in the first ten years, but in the end he earned a loneliness. It was all just a small fight.

There was silence for a while.

"I, I should go."

Sylvista said with some embarrassment.

She is a lady, and her upbringing does not allow her to stay in the same room with a man for too long without an invitation, which is likely to cause some strange misunderstandings.

Calculate the time, about 10 minutes or so.

"I send you."

Shaar followed her to stand up and sent her all the way to the door.

After watching Sylvista lightly step her little feet into the wedge shoes, Char opened the door for her.

"Just send it here, there is a carriage waiting for me downstairs."

Sylvista gently brushed her platinum hair to her ears, her voice was pleasant to the ears.

After hesitating for a moment, she suddenly raised her head, fixed her beautiful eyes on the boy in front of her, and summoned up her courage to speak: "By the way, Xia Ya, do you still remember..."

"Ok?"

Shaar blinked, and then saw Sylvista's small face quickly turn into a light pink.

"No, it's nothing, see you tomorrow, Mr. Xia!"

After leaving a word without beginning or end, Sylvista fled here in a hurry as if she suddenly became shy.

It seemed that because he was walking too fast, he staggered at the corner where he was about to go downstairs, and finally regained his balance.

"..."

Sylvista blushed, turned her head and looked at Xia Ya who was standing by the door, and found that the other party was looking at her worriedly, and immediately ran away like a kitten with fur up.

"It's weird."

Shaar shook his head and closed the door of the apartment.

After returning to the living room, he stared at the small and gorgeous lady's ring on the table, glowing with a gloomy silver color.

Unexpectedly, the money came so easily.

......

Leaving Shaar's apartment in a hurry, Sylvista returned to the carriage on the side of the road without raising her head.

After drawing the curtains and sitting alone on the soft cushion, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, she covered her hot pink cheeks with her hands, kicked off her shoes, stepped on the edge of the seat, and buried her face in her knees.

"Woooooo... I don't have the face to see him..."

There was a strand of long hair sticking to the corner of her mouth, her delicate face was as red as a burning cloud, and she muttered to herself.

After a long time, he was relieved from the atmosphere just now.

There was still a trace of blush on Sylvista's cheeks, she lay down on her side hugging her calves, then let go of her hands, the slender legs under the skirt stretched out, and the little feet of the white socks curled up slightly, with the toes touching the other end on the carriage.

After finishing all this, she gently turned over and lay down on her back, with her left hand hanging down on the edge of the seat, the back of her right hand resting on her forehead, and her chest that had begun to take shape slowly rose and fell.

Staring at the pitch-black roof, Sylvista did not speak for a long time.

Then, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Still haven't asked."

She blushed and murmured softly, a flash of memory flashed in her pupils.

In fact, the first encounter between the two was not the time when the notebook was returned, but earlier.

That was a night eight years ago.

At that time, Sylvista, who was still very young, was sent by her father to the capital to receive instruction from the court. As a result, she was attacked by a group of gangsters when she passed through the outskirts of the Dawn Forest and was about to reach the plains outside the capital.

The gangster headed by the leader of the Red Moon Sect claimed that the operation was to kidnap the young daughter of the Grand Duke of Algeria and to coerce him politically.

In order to protect her, the accompanying guards resisted desperately, but because the leader was an extremely powerful magician, the soldiers suffered heavy casualties.

In the end, taking advantage of the chaotic battle, she fled there tremblingly.

Although the king's capital is close at hand, without the carriage and guards, even the lowly monsters in the dawn forest can kill her.

And after the guards were dealt with, the leader of the cult quickly caught up, with blood-red magic wings spread out behind him, looking like a human-eating demon against the backdrop of the night.

Who can come and save me?

When Sylvista fell to the ground with tears streaming down her face, seeing the smiling leader of the cult getting closer and closer to her, she prayed helplessly in her heart.

Just when she was about to be caught by the other party, a strange voice suddenly sounded from the side: "Look straight at me, plant!"

As soon as the words fell, a thin figure shot out from the bushes, and charged towards the leader of the cult with a dagger in his hand.

The two quickly fought together, but it was a battle of great disparity in itself.

"I can't last long, you run!"

The thin figure shouted at her while swinging the sword.

Sylvista was shocked by the other party's fearless and righteous appearance, her heart trembled, she stared at the figure with tears streaming down her face, and saw the man's appearance clearly through the moonlight.

It was a handsome boy about her age,

"You, hold on, I'll find someone to rescue you right away!"

She staggered away and shouted in a crying voice.

"Don't! Don't come back to save me!"

With such a cry, a confused and indistinct argument ensued between the boy and the cult leader.

Sylvista ran very fast because she was too scared.

She could only vaguely hear the leader of the cult saying "immortality", "resurrection", and "monster" intermittently in a terrified tone, while the boy kept laughing wildly, shouting "fat sheep", "so many experience points" , "cut here" and other strange words.

In the end, she was found by the Knights who came to meet her.

She cried and begged the knights to go back and save her guards and the boy, and then passed out.

After returning to the capital, Sylvista, who had a high fever for several days and finally woke up, asked the maid beside her, "Where's the boy?"

Who knows, after asking around, no one can answer this question.