Chapter 3105

Xia De didn't notice any signals appearing around him, but at least he knew he should follow Flora and speak at this moment:

"Madam, thank you for giving Flora life. I will hold her hand and walk forward on the road ahead, and I swear I won't let go."

The witch turned to look at him with a smile:

"You know? If we weren't in front of my mother's grave and I didn't want to be too unseemly, I would really want to kiss you."

Xia De looked at the tombstone again, feeling embarrassed:

"Actually, there was one more thing I didn't say just now, my emotional li..."

"No, there's no need to say that."

Flora immediately stopped him:

"Actually, there's no need for parents to know everything, right? It's enough for Mother to know that I'm living very happily. In the future, we'll close the door and live our own lives, and Mother doesn't need to know the details."

After speaking, she hugged Xia De's neck and leaned on his shoulder, took a deep breath, and then let go of him:

"Alright, that's enough, it can be considered finishing one of my heart's wishes. I used to think that as a witch, I wouldn't marry in my life, and when I saw Mother after death, she would definitely blame me. Now I don't need to worry. Even if Mother were still alive, she would definitely think my taste is very good... Let's go, let's go back. I've finished your oil painting, do you want to go see it in a while?"

Xia De was still worried that the sleeping lady would blame him, but fortunately, Xia De wasn't afraid of ghosts, and brave Little Mia would protect him.

Visiting her mother's grave didn't make Flora sad; instead, it made her happy. On the way back to the city, she also told Xia De that she had already started preparing for the promotion to the twelfth tier and twelfth ring. By the time she saw Xia De at the Year-End Festival, she would be a twelfth-tier Great Mage just like Miss Jia Lin Na and the others.

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when they left the Winslet family cemetery. By the time the carriage returned to the city, it was naturally dinner time as the sun was setting. The sky continued to drift with very fitting snowflakes, and the streetscape of the prosperous Willandale City also made Xia De very interested.

Although Willandale and Tobesk are the political and economic centers of the North and South respectively, the two cities present completely different styles.

If Xia De were to describe it, perhaps the Tobesk City where he lives has traditional culture washed by noble politics and the steam wave as its main characteristics; while Central City - Willandale looks younger and more vibrant, and the city's style is also more 'modernized'.

Of course, this doesn't mean the South is more advanced than the North. Delarion certainly has the drawbacks of noble politics, but the capitalists of the Karsenrik United Kingdom are certainly not great philanthropists either.

Sylvia, Flora, and Margaret will all participate in tonight's dinner. Margaret had already booked a room at the 'Platinum Swan Club' in the city center in advance.

Flora sent Xia De to the club first, planning to go back to change clothes before coming to the banquet:

"I'll bring the first six oil paintings over in a while, you can just take them back. I plan to polish the extra seventh oil painting a bit more and give it to you as a gift during the Year-End Festival."

The artist lady said this. In fact, she had already finished that 'art painting', but because she promised Dorothy she would paint two more, she still needed some time.

She turned to leave the club room after speaking, but was grabbed by the wrist by Xia De:

"Wait a moment, the roses I promised you just now."

Saying this, he handed out the bright red flowers. Flora took them with a smile, only to find that Xia De still hadn't let go:

"Since other things are done, it's time for the final thing - Dannister has already told me about the seventh oil painting and that letter of yours."

Xia De looked at the witch with a scrutinizing gaze:

"I think you need to explain this matter now."

The witch took the roses and blinked her beautiful eyes at Xia De:

"Explain this? Alright then - I know I was wrong."

She didn't think about defending herself at all. After handing the flower to Miss Bell, she let the apprentice, who actually really wanted to keep listening, go to another room in the suite to avoid them, and then very decisively said to Xia De:

"I realize that my actions were immoral, and one could even say my actions were very perverted, so I express my sincere apologies to you."

This one sentence blocked all of Xia De's words:

"You... it's good that you realize your mistake, but what on earth were you thinking to do such a thing?"

The witch with gray-black hair then made a wronged expression again:

"I wanted to paint this kind of painting for you a long time ago, but I knew if I told you directly, you would never agree.

Sorry Xia De, I was deeply attracted by you, which is why I made this mistake. I am willing to apologize and accept this lesson."

'She' in his ear laughed, and Xia De felt even more that he had nothing to say:

"You could have actually asked me directly, you really shouldn't have done such a thing."

He wasn't actually particularly angry. He and Flora weren't strangers, and Flora's mistake mainly lay in infringing on Dannister's privacy; she had chosen the wrong opportunity.

"Then if I asked you, would you have agreed?"

Flora asked, and Xia De immediately shook his head. So the witch looked at him without speaking, and Xia De had no choice but to gently hug her:

"I originally wanted to appear angry, but after you did this, I couldn't be angry anymore. Next time, at least you should ask for my opinion first. The decision you made this time was the worst kind of decision."

"So next time you are willing to be my model directly, right?"

"I didn't say such a thing, and clearly you were the one who did something wrong, why do I have to give a promise?"

Xia De kindly reminded her again:

"Flora, you'd better think carefully about what to do for this year's Year-End Festival. Dannister said she would go to my house to find you then."

The artist lady tugged on his sleeve and shook it gently:

"Even if I promote to the twelfth tier, I definitely won't be able to beat her. If Dannister wants to murder me, you will save me, right?"

"It definitely won't be murder, and I won't let you guys really fight, but you have to sincerely admit your mistake to her - don't use your tricks on me, those tricks are ineffective against Dannister."

Xia De warned, and Flora said in a deliberately sweet, cloying voice:

"Yes, after all, you love me, so you indulge me like this."

Then she returned to her original voice:

"I will prepare a generous Year-End Festival gift for Dannister. By then, there will be so many people at your place, and if you and Luweiya help mediate, this matter might just be glossed over. Of course, I will definitely apologize sincerely and strive for Dannister's forgiveness... If she's willing to give me a punch to end this matter, that's fine too."

Xia De didn't think the library lady was that violent, but if the matter could be resolved peacefully, that would naturally be best:

"Also, keep that 'art painting' yourself, no need to give it to me. If you give me that painting, I won't be able to hang it in my house, that's too perverted."

Xia De couldn't imagine the scene of his art painting hanging on the wall at home, being commented on by every visitor. As for hanging it in the bedroom... that's even more perverted.

【Maybe it could be hung opposite that mermaid oil painting in the living room.】

'She' said with a laugh, which was obviously a joke.

Flora didn't mind that Xia De didn't want that painting. She just wanted to complete the creation; she wanted the process, not the result:

"Since you don't want it, then I'll keep it myself. Don't worry, I won't show it to others, this is my own treasure."

Saying this, she looked at Xia De again, and a certain emotion Xia De was somewhat familiar with appeared in her golden eyes:

"Speaking of which, I haven't seriously praised you yet, your figure is really not bad."

"You don't still want me to be your model, do you?"

"Of course not, at least not now."

She flipped her hair and then said with a smile:

"I know I did something wrong, which is why I apologized to you just now. I originally wanted to use that painting as an apology gift, but now that you said you don't want it, then I'll change to another gift."

"Gifts and such, I..."

"Don't be in such a hurry to refuse, Xia De."

Her face turned red again, not knowing when:

"I can do what you let Dannister do. Although she isn't a witch and can go to the final step with you, at least I can do some things unrelated to the witch identity first."

Although blushing, there was clear excitement in her eyes:

"Give me half an hour, I'll apologize to you very seriously. I've already seen how Dannister did it! Now that you've met my mother, we can be considered official lovers, this doesn't matter."

Saying this, she gathered her hair back and tied it with the hair tie on her wrist. While squatting down, she also pushed away Xia De's hand that wanted to stop her:

"Don't refuse me. Although I don't know how bold Miss Jia Lin Na and the others are, I don't believe everyone just holds hands and kisses with you. I can do what Dannister can do. But speaking of which, she is indeed very bold~ Last time in the closet, there were some places I didn't see very clearly. You guys were too impatient and didn't give me a chance. Now that I have a chance, ahem, I mean I'm here to apologize."

Miss Bell, who was listening to the sound by sticking to the door of the study next door, didn't understand what was happening outside at first, but soon she understood. The girl, who was usually pale, also flushed red, and then began to hesitate whether to remind them that there was a third person in the room.

These artists in the era of change seem to be very bold. With both inspiration and talent, they are very easily influenced by relics or the power of evil gods, and create crazy and beautiful paintings.

Flora was certainly not influenced by any power; she was just 'crazy' herself. Or perhaps, Xia De's act of accompanying her to see her mother made her completely accept her 'change', and she also hoped that her relationship with Xia De could progress faster.

(End of chapter)