The piercing coldness was getting closer. Jolian felt that the skin touched by Yimansa was gradually losing its sensation.
For some reason, a thought even rose in her heart that she should give her left eye to Yimansa.
"Stay awake!"
Jolian forcefully bit her tongue tip, and her originally muddled thoughts became a bit more normal.
She grabbed Yimansa's right hand that was reaching for her eye. Just as she was about to get up, she was pulled back by the other party.
Then, she lost her balance and directly sat on Yimansa's lower abdomen...
Silence~
Both of them stopped moving in an instant. Even the moonlight shining through the window quietly hid behind the clouds...
"You..." Just as Jolian was about to speak, Yimansa pinched her waist and lifted her off her body.
"Go to sleep. We'll talk about things tomorrow."
After saying that, Yimansa walked out of the room, leaving little An on the bed looking completely bewildered.
Umm... Maybe it was her mind being overloaded.
So many things had happened today, and they were all so chaotic...
Leaving aside Yimansa just now.
Just thinking about when she was attacked by the pink - haired girl in the guild, that strange eye had actually protected her?
"Something's not right. It's very wrong." Jolian slightly furrowed her brows. She needed to sort things out properly...
In just two days, the eye had appeared three or four times.
But it seemed that besides mentioning the exchange when she was reading about alchemy, it hadn't done anything else...
Could it be that before the exchange, it must protect her life safety?
She thought thoughtfully.
No, that's too one - sided. After the eye appeared... it was always closed due to the interference of people outside or sounds?
Maybe it wanted to do something else but didn't succeed?
Wait, interference!
Jolian seemed to realize something!
The times the eye closed were all due to the appearance of Yimansa and Ms. Vesir, or because of the sounds they made.
Was it a coincidence? Or...
Thinking of this, the dazed look in Yimansa's eyes just now and the Saint - Remnant Magus mentioned by Ms. Vesir suddenly flashed through little An's mind.
If Yimansa really wanted her eye, why didn't she continue? With her strength... wouldn't it be easy to take it now?
Her train of thought hit a dead - end again. She felt like she was being wrapped up in the unknown, and Jolian slumped onto the bed feebly.
All the difficulties stemmed from insufficient power. If she had those equipments from her previous life...
She wouldn't care about this eye at all. She could just dig it out and cut it into slices for research!
Hmmm? Insufficient power! Equipments from previous life!
Strange thoughts gradually emerged. Today's experiences made Jolian extremely eager for power. But suddenly, she felt her vision blurring, and then she fell asleep without any warning.
"Click~" The sound of the door being opened.
Yimansa came back. She stood by the bed, looking at the sleeping girl, and there was a hint of incomprehensible complexity in her eyes.
"Sorry, the backlash has become more serious again..."
After a long time, she let out a long sigh. She helped pull the quilt over the girl, but then her gaze was attracted by the exposed skin around the girl's waist.
There were five light - blue fingerprints printed there, caused by her residual magic power.
Then she lifted the clothes on the other side of little An, and there were fingerprints there too...
For some unknown reason, a faint, almost imperceptible smile suddenly appeared on Yimansa's lips.
But when she noticed it, she immediately composed herself. Her character was so twisted and complex that it was hard to fathom...
The next day, Jolian was woken up by the bright sun. She didn't know who she learned it from, but she didn't like to draw the curtains when sleeping?
She sat up in a daze. Her snow - white long hair had become a frizzy mess after a night of tossing and turning.
Don't think too much. This was because little An was restless while sleeping!
"How did I fall asleep?" Jolian asked a soul - searching question, but obviously, there was no answer to this question.
"Forget it, forget it." She gave up thinking. Looking at the neatly folded clothes by the bedside, she roughly guessed that Yimansa had come back.
"The eye is still here... What on earth is her purpose?"
After changing her clothes, Jolian simply washed up.
Come to think of it, why are the clothes in this world so strange?
Little An stared at herself in the mirror, wearing what seemed like a white strapless top, lost in thought.
Whether it has sleeves, or whether it reveals the shoulders and collarbones doesn't matter much, but why does it expose the upper and lower parts of the healthy breasts?
Could this clothing be for some sort of amorous intention?
"When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Anyway, it's worn inside. That pink - haired girl was even wearing just underwear yesterday."
She comforted herself and casually picked up the coat beside her.
But just as she was halfway through putting it on, Yimansa came in.
Little An: "....."
"Are you very hot?" Right after she said that, Yimansa seemed to think of something and raised her hand to point at the sunken round opening beside the clothes.
"This is your old alchemical battle suit. Press the start button."
Jolian did as she was told, and sure enough, the clothes immediately changed.
However, only a white soft armor appeared, wrapping her stomach, and nothing was done to the upper part at all!
"Let's have breakfast first. I'll take you back to the guild later." Yimansa placed the food she brought on the table. Jolian gave up complaining about the clothes, put on her coat, and sat opposite her.
The two ate in silence, chewing their food.
When they were almost finished eating, Yimansa broke the silence:
"[The Other Shore] won. [Crow Hound] was forcibly disbanded by [The Holy Association] because they initiated a private fight first... There will probably be new members joining the guild."
As she said this, Yimansa tightened her chopsticks, and a chill surrounded her. The soup and rice in the bowl were covered with a layer of ice - blue crystals.
"Uh, they're really quick..." Jolian prodded the frozen tomato soup and replied with a headache.
At the same time, she also had a deeper understanding of the definition of [The Holy Association].
Basically, no one cares when they're fighting, but they come knocking on the door overnight after the fight? Isn't this what humans call a belated effort?
PS: [The Holy Association]: Similar to the highest - level management organization in modern times, composed of twelve of the most powerful magicians or alchemists.
It maintains the peace of the continent relying on its powerful strength and also promulgates corresponding restrictive laws...
Seeing that she had almost finished eating too, Yimansa got up to clear away the bowls and chopsticks.
"Yimansa!" Jolian called out to her, and the latter looked over inquiringly.
"Thank you!"
"Um..." Yimansa was slightly stunned for a few seconds, then entered the kitchen.
No matter what her purpose was, this word of thanks had to be said.
Leaving aside whether she saved herself from the pink - haired girl at that time, just for the sake of taking her in for two nights and providing breakfast, little An had to express her gratitude.
Otherwise, it would seem too taken - for - granted and impolite.
Moreover, don't humans pay great attention to etiquette?
What's more, in an unknown world, before having sufficient self - protection ability, these superficial courtesies must be done perfectly. One can't lose their life because of trivial matters...
Of course, Jolian would be even more grateful if she hadn't frozen the tomato soup.
On the other side, the pink - haired Ebony Lotus, covered in bandages, was lost in thought as she looked at the strength appraisal on the guild - entry form.
"What... You say my strength is only A? Did you make a mistake?"