activa-t Chapter 71 Goddess Catherine
Chapter 71 Goddess Catherine
Chapter 71 Goddess Catherine
"Oh, Mr. House, welcome!"
Before House could ring the doorbell, Ms. Catherine was already waiting at the door, her hands resting lightly on her lower abdomen, smiling gently at House.
Unlike her previous two casual home appearances, Ms. Catherine today displayed a more dignified and elegant demeanor befitting a guest of honor.
Her long, smooth, dark green hair was neatly styled and parted to the side, falling elegantly over one shoulder. She wore a light and elegant dark green semi-transparent gauze dress, the thin gauze fabric hazy and transparent, making her soft and graceful figure appear and disappear.
Her exposed, fair and smooth skin glowed softly in the sunset, complementing her gentle and delicate features, exuding a unique aura of tranquility and peace.
It makes people feel an involuntary sense of goodwill and can't help but want to get closer.
For some reason, the sense of urgency that House felt due to the war vanished the moment he saw Ms. Catherine.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Catherine."
After handing the honey and nut cake he had just bought to Ms. Catherine, House followed Catherine and Sylvia into the house at her increasingly gentle and enthusiastic invitation.
night.
The warm yellow light dispelled the chill of the autumn wind in the twilight outside.
A long wooden table was set out, and the three sat down facing each other. Catherine gracefully gestured for House to make himself at home.
The dishes on the table were exquisite and plentiful, and their warm aroma wafted towards us:
The juicy and flavorful pan-fried meat steak is drizzled with sweet fruit syrup and paired with tender roasted mushrooms and herbs.
The light golden vegetable soup is served in a white porcelain bowl, with a faint milky aroma;
There were also marinated honey-soaked berries, soft wheat bread, and several plates of delicate cold wild vegetables, with a pot of sweet fruit wine warming up on the side.
Sylvia cut bread for House with a slightly reserved air, while Catherine gently ladled soup for him with delicate and graceful movements.
Almost every dish was garnished with vegetarian ingredients. House didn't know if this was a unique dietary preference of the elves or if Lady Catherine simply preferred such a light and elegant flavor.
But it's delicious, so delicious!
Even Harpy, who usually dislikes eating vegetables, was now sitting obediently on the special little seat that Catherine had prepared for him, nibbling on the vegetables with great relish.
Lilim, standing next to it, continued to accept all comers.
After taking a sip of the flavorful vegetable soup, House gave an affirmative answer under Ms. Catherine's gentle gaze.
"tasty!"
Halfway through the meal, House, who was in the mood for small talk, chatted casually for a few minutes before asking Ms. Catherine for her opinion on the impending war in the town.
"Ms. Catherine, I'm a little curious, why didn't you leave with the others and head to the safer Windrock Town?"
Sylvia, standing to the side, held a small silver spoon, her fingertips gently stroking the rim of the cup, a hint of doubt also in her eyes.
She had asked her mother about it, but her mother just smiled and said that the town was safe and there was no need to leave.
"Mr. House, this is our home."
She gently raised her hand and pointed to the street outside the window, the distant church bell tower, and the rooftops bathed in the golden light of the setting sun.
"Although Fengling Town is not big, I have walked on every stone-paved road and I know every shop owner."
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She paused, her gaze returning to House's face, her tone still gentle: "Sylvia grew up here, this is our home."
Home...
...or...?
Hearing this answer, which was not really an answer, House felt a slight stirring in his heart, recalling his former home.
He picked up his glass, took a sip of the sweet fruit wine, and remained silent.
Just then, seemingly noticing the melancholy in House's eyes, Ms. Catherine spoke softly, asking House why he didn't choose to leave.
Judging from his situation, he is probably not a local of Wind Chime Town.
Wouldn't your family members worry about this?
If his family members are worried about him and rush to Wind Chime Town, wouldn't they be drawn into the impending war?
"there is none left."
House spoke indifferently.
The original owner's home in this world, including the entire village, had long been destroyed and disappeared by monsters.
The culprit is the impending goblin.
Thinking about it this way, perhaps the original owner's hatred was mixed with the disgust he felt for goblins when he first saw them.
Upon hearing that House was now all alone and homeless, a faint sense of apology and pity welled up in Catherine's eyes.
She stood up and gently filled House's glass with fruit wine, while also pouring one for herself.
After taking a sip of the sweet fruit wine, Ms. Catherine, her cheeks slightly flushed with intoxication, slowly recounted her past.
It turns out that her husband also died at the hands of goblins.
The goblin that killed her husband was exceptionally powerful, and with her current strength, she probably has no chance of revenge in this lifetime.
Looking at the green-haired beauty, her face pale and slightly flushed, her demeanor quite different from before, possessing a unique charm, House felt his heart beat faster for no apparent reason. He unconsciously adopted a serious expression and solemnly promised, "I will definitely avenge you! Goblins should not exist in this world!"
House knew perfectly well that with the manual, as long as he stayed put and developed steadily, his future power and achievements would be limitless.
One day, he will wipe out all the goblins and end the hatred between the original owner and Catherine.
As soon as she finished speaking, Catherine smiled and raised her glass.
The two toasted each other again from a distance, and then continued their casual conversation.
As for Sylvia, she had already collapsed onto the table unconscious after taking a sip of fruit wine with House for the first time.
The girl's alcohol tolerance was as shallow as her barren heart.
When people chat for too long at the dinner table, perhaps because they have run out of things to say, but don't want to stop there, they always end up going back to the previous topic.
Ms. Catherine brought up the impending war again.
The moment she saw House, she could see the weariness on his face and the unease in his heart.
At this moment, faced with the beautiful woman's gentle inquiry, House no longer concealed anything and immediately revealed what he urgently needed:
Wind-type magic core.
Perhaps Lady Luck finally smiled upon House.
After House mentioned that they were still missing a wind-type magic core, Lady Catherine surprisingly smiled and spoke.
"I know someone who has wind-type magic cores, and she has a lot of them, right now."
Upon hearing this unexpected joy, House immediately perked up, and his brain, which had been numbed by alcohol, cleared up at that moment.
But in an instant, he sighed again.
"But I'm afraid I don't have that much money."
House was also aware that the price of a wind-type magic core was probably more than 1 gold coin.
The previous investigation was merely to clarify a goal so that we could strive to achieve it.
Unfortunately, time will not stand still for him, and the bells of war may ring in the town tomorrow.
Hearing House's sigh, Ms. Catherine suddenly stood up with a smile, raised her glass and leaned over, almost lying on the table, the thin fabric of her dress draped down her chest.
A faint, fresh scent of herbs, different from Lilim's, mixed with a strong aroma of alcohol, wafted towards me.
She leaned closer to House, slightly drunk, and gently clinked glasses with him, whose face was flushed.
"I'll lend it to you, I have lots and lots of them."
The next day.
House stood on the empty street outside the Healing Spring Pharmacy, carrying a heavy bag, his face disheveled from a hangover.
He glanced down at the pile of gleaming gold coins peeking out of the pocket and swallowed instinctively.
How many is that?
one hundred?
two hundred?
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