Chapter 47: END
Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations
Myka burned a small pink candle under the table, and asked the waitress to bring some nights to adjust the brightness of the candle, and then closed the door and window to cast magic on the whole room… It could last all night.
Myka was sitting at the table with his hands in his lap. He didn’t want to use too much magic on his own, but it was just to promote the atmosphere. It was not a bad thing. His only worry was that Sylar would be embarrassed to find out that he had used magic.
After a while, Sylar came back. He became a pigeon and spent all his time in the window. When he came in, Myka said a spell to close the door and window.
Sylar was a little surprised. “What are you doing?”
“Secret lock, to prevent… Well, to prevent danger.” Myka felt a bit affected by the spell, but Sylar still looked calm. The mage poured two cups of ale, and when he looked back, Sylar was sitting in his chair combing his hair.
Sylar’s red hair was a little curly. If he didn’t pay attention, it would get tangled up. Now he took off his cloak, leather armor, and robe, and sat naked by the candlelight.
The orange light shone on his strong muscle lines, leaving a beautiful edge of light, although his gesture of twisting his face and combing his hair was a little… So much like a little girl.
Finding his mage staring at him, Sylar’s face turned red. He didn’t know what Myka was thinking. He thought that Myka had guessed his idea – yes, in the dim candlelight, when he saw mage’s back in a light colored thin shirt, he wanted to go and hold the body tightly
His body seemed to move beyond thinking and was acting on its own. Before Sylar could figure it out, he found himself intimately attached to his mage’s body.
At this time, Myka felt like a drum in his heart. He was afraid that Sylar would find the traces of magic on his body. He didn’t cast enough magic on the house. Before that, he used a little magic on himself, which could make people perform better in this aspect. All in all, he just didn’t want to behave too shamefully.
Fortunately, although druids were familiar with magic, Sylar, who was dazzled by the ambiguous atmosphere, didn’t care so much. He stroked the body of his hand, buried his face in each other’s neck socket to avoid looking at each other, and left clear hickey’s on Myka’s neck and clavicle by sucking.
Sylar raised his head, closed his eyes, put Myka’s face in his hands, and put their foreheads together. “Myka, I want to ask you a question…”
“Can you change your way of speaking? Every time you want to say something, you start with this sentence.” Myka didn’t close his eyes. At such a close distance, he could even see the tiny sweat on the edge of Sylar’s hair.
“Why can you accept me?” The druid asked softly, “All of a sudden, I’m in front of you… And I’m still a man.”
Myka took a deep breath, “I don’t know…”
“It’s true, I didn’t perfunctorize you,” The mage held out his hands and pressed them behind Sylar’s neck. “Up to now, I’m shivering at the thought of being followed by you for nine years. But… I don’t know why. It’s fun to be with you.”
Sylar still closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if to understand Myka’s words.
“So I’d like to ask you why you’re following me,” Myka continued. “What amazing thing did I do? Why did you pay so much attention to me?”
“I don’t remember…” Sylar frowned. He felt Myka’s fingers running through his long hair, gently touching the skin of his nape.
He really couldn’t remember. Nine years ago, few people could remember the details. Maybe it was just a coincidence that made him do it. Who knew that it would last so long?
Myka didn’t know when his shirt went missing, and the candles in the room went out. There was a rush of horse hooves in the street outside the hotel. It seemed that there were people shouting. No matter what it was, it had nothing to do with Sylar…
Sylar’s finger pads were a little rough from the forest. The touch of his skin made Myka shiver. He hardly wanted to imagine the details.
At this time, there was a noise in the lower part of the hostel. The noise was so loud that it was about to lift the roof.
The two of them were so close to each other that some sensitive parts lingerde together. The excitement and embarrassment made them all silent, only their breathing became heavier…
At this time, a string of light and heavy footsteps ran up the stairs, which even sounded like the sound of cavalry’s heavy armor.
Myka suddenly felt something was wrong when he pulled the messy hair out of his neck. He touched Sylar and sat up in surprise, “That talisman!”
Sylar didn’t hear him at all. He grabbed the mage by the neck and took him to the bed.
“The strong amulet you sent me! It must have fallen into the pool!”
Myka immediately woke up from the hazy atmosphere. But Sylar obviously hadn’t, and he muttered, “Myka, I love you so much -“
And Myka said seriously, “That thing is worth more than 30,000 gold coins…”
Sylar held Myka’s face and wanted to kiss him again; Myka pressed Sylar’s nape and wanted him to pay attention to his words. As a result, their faces collided violently in the dark.
“Myka! Are you ok?” Sylar hurriedly leaned over, covering his nose with one hand and stroking Myka’s hair with the other. Myka lay on his side on the bed, his brows twisted.
“Myka! You have a nosebleed!” Sylar said with a cry.
“You too…” Said mage, almost naked, covering his nose.
They both scrambled out of bed together. Sylar went to light a candle, Myka put on his clothes, then unlocked the secret method lock on the door and wanted to go out for some cold water.
Just as he was about to open the door, the druid behind him noticed the crisis in time and pulled the mage to one side. The wooden door was broken by a magic light, and three people in black cloaks and leather armor jumped in. They wore masks on their faces and were totally uninterested in the guests in the room. They went straight to the window.
But the secret lock on the window hadn’t been released… The man who hit it fell to the floor.
Sylar and Myka were stunned, and then a group of guys in silver and white armor rushed in, armed with swords and spears, and surrounded three people in black cloaks. After a fight, they were subdued one by one.
“Excuse me, are you hurt?” The leading Templar bowed respectfully.
Sylar and Myka covered their noses, looked at the room, and quietly started dressing.
At noon the next day, Sylar was depressed and Myka was worried. They went back to the woods, ready to go near the pool to look for the amulet they had accidentally lost. Myka said he had to find it.
After searching the water pool with the bear, Sylar asked Myka with black eyes, “It doesn’t matter if you lose it. I won’t be angry.”
“I know you won’t be,” Myka said, “but I value it so much that I don’t want to lose it.”
“How much was it worth? You said it was expensive… “
“You don’t know?”
“Um, I don’t remember much…”
Myka looked at him helplessly, “It’s not about gold coins, okay?”
“Then we’ll have to look for it in the water,” said Sylar, palming Myka’s neck. “My spells last longer.”
He cast spells for each other to maintain body temperature, as well as underwater breathing. With his ability, spells could last a long time. Axtus was guarding his knapsack and sundries on the bank, while the two humans stepped into the pool hand in hand and sank naturally.
The bottom of the pool was not too dark during the day. This pool was connected and the water quality was very clear. With the light of the lighting staff, everything at the bottom of the pool was clearly visible.
After a while, Sylar found the talisman in a crack. He swam over to Myka and put the leather rope back on the mage’s neck.
At the bottom, their hair spread out and fluttered gently. The light of the sun and the light of the lighting stick made the tiny water waves reflect on their skin, which looked very wonderful.
Sylar reached for Myka and kissed him on the forehead… Then he pulled off his belt.
Myka looked at Sylar in surprise, opened his mouth and said something flustered, but he couldn’t make a sound. Underwater breathing allowed people to do anything in the water without fear of choking, but sound was difficult to spread underwater.
In the water, they seemed to come to another space. There were no dancing barbarians and no bad guys. Sylar thought it was a good time. He stripped the mage’s robe, unbuttoned his shirt and rubbed Myka’s nose with his lips.
Myka thought it was not a good place. He struggled in surprise, but under the buoyancy and pressure of the water, he couldn’t stop the Druid at all. Obviously Sylar was more adaptable to any environment in nature than he was.
Axtus tilted his head and saw all kinds of cloaks, robes and trousers floating up from under the water… He lay down quietly and stayed by the pool.
When the next pink robed mages got together, Myka, the merchant of magic goods, who had never been married and had no lover, was no longer the same. His lover followed him for nine years, and the first intimacy between the two parties took place underwater from beginning to end. He was afraid most pink robed mages couldn’t even imagine it.