chsdbacks Chapter 106 Lynn had a brilliant idea
Chapter 106 Lynn had a brilliant idea
"Wow!"
"What a tragedy!"
"Isn't one spoonful enough?! Why do you all like to pour it out bottle after bottle?!"
Lynn's skin flushed an unnatural red, and her breathing became heavy and uncontrollable.
"I...I didn't read the instructions..." Sylvia said, her head down, her voice barely audible.
Seeing Lynn's flushed face, Sylvia finally realized the seriousness of the problem.
She looked at the label on the bottle, which read in small print: "[1 spoonful is enough]".
And she poured out the entire bottle.
"What do we do now?!" Sylvia panicked, standing there helplessly.
What?
Lynn began to think of a solution.
Looking for Leah? No, no, no.
The last time I was too unrestrained, I made Lia rest for two days. I can't let the goddess neglect her training and become obsessed with men.
Looking for Vera?
Vera would probably help, but how do I explain it to her that Sylvia drugged me and I need her help?
Elune should be able to.
As long as I ask her to discuss the ways of nature with me, there shouldn't be any problem.
"Master, what should we do now? Do you need my help?!" Sylvia was so anxious that she was about to cry, her voice trembling with sobs.
Ok?
Sylvia?
Lynn remembered Sylvia from the game in her past life, who always tried to persuade Vera to break up with her.
I recall those seemingly unintentional attempts she made to trip me up.
A brilliant idea popped into Lynn's mind.
"Sylvia!" Lynn suddenly shouted.
The loud shout startled Sylvia, who was already panicked, so much so that her pupils contracted.
"You betrayed your master and ancestors, and poisoned the Prophet. What is your crime?" Lynn forced himself to stand up straight, trying his best to look furious and righteous.
"Master, I didn't mean to..." Sylvia was intimidated by his imposing manner and subconsciously took a small step back.
Her fingers gripped the hem of her dress tightly, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears. "I just... I just..."
She wanted to explain, but the words stuck in her throat.
How should she explain this?
Did he originally intend to orchestrate Vera's exposure to the "truth"?
Did he say he changed his mind halfway through?
He said he couldn't figure out what his feelings were for his master.
No matter the explanation, it cannot conceal the fact that she harbored ill intentions, was insubordinate, and betrayed her master and ancestors.
She slumped to the ground, utterly dejected: "Master... I'm sorry..."
"If 'sorry' was enough, what would be the point of having rangers?" Lynn said loudly, trying to control himself.
"I want to report this!"
"I'm going to report this to the Presbyterian Council!!"
"Also, tell Vera that you plotted against this prophet and committed this despicable act of drugging him!"
"No!" Sylvia suddenly raised her head, her face turning pale instantly, her eyes filled with terror and pleading.
"Please, Master! Don't do this! Don't report it to the Elders' Council, and don't tell Vera! If they find out..."
"How...how can I face anyone now! What will Vera think of me? What will everyone think of me? Please..."
She was so frightened that tears welled up in her eyes.
Her tearful, panicked appearance was truly pitiful to behold.
But Lynn would not be swayed in the slightest by the beauty of the cricket!
"Sylvia!"
"My mind is made up! I will inform the elders of what you have done tomorrow, and you will receive the punishment you deserve!"
"Waaaah... Please... Master... No..."
"Sylvia knows she was wrong... she really knows she was wrong..."
Sylvia crawled over, grabbed Lynn's trouser leg, and looked up at her tear-streaked face, sobbing uncontrollably.
"snort…"
"You don't know you were wrong... you're just afraid Vera will find out what you did?"
Lynn snorted and slapped Sylvia's hand away.
These words were like a knife, precisely piercing Sylvia's deepest fears.
"I……"
She opened her mouth, but ultimately lowered her head in dejection.
"I...don't have that plan in the future..." She said this without even being sure of herself.
"Anyway... the elders... will make their own decision." Lynn felt his consciousness being washed over by waves of increasingly intense heat.
Even though he had been fed countless drugs by Freya in his past life, his body ultimately lacked resistance, and he felt that he was about to collapse.
Sylvia also noticed it.
His breathing grew heavier and heavier, beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, and he radiated an astonishing amount of heat.
Those usually calm brown eyes were now bloodshot, and their gaze was burning.
Seeing Lynn's obvious attempt to endure,
Sylvia recalled a scene from a storybook.
An extremely shameful thought uncontrollably surfaced in Sylvia's chaotic mind.
Her cheeks instantly turned bright red, and even the tips of her ears and neck were stained red.
"Master, Master..."
Her voice was filled with immense shame and a desperate resolve: "I...I can make amends..."
"Make amends for past mistakes?"
"How...do you plan to make amends?"
Lynn's consciousness was somewhat hazy, but he remained clear-headed and continued to set the trap by asking questions.
"I can... help you... that..." Sylvia's voice grew softer and softer, her head bowing lower and lower.
"That one?" Lynn asked.
"...Regarding...the way to continue life...the matter of brothers and sisters..." Sylvia said these words almost as if she were squeezing out toothpaste.
After she finished speaking, she felt her face was so hot she could fry an egg on it, and she wished she could dig a hole and crawl into it immediately.
She had never said anything so shameful in her entire life!
But seeing Lynn's growing pains and realizing that she was the one who caused it all, guilt and determination ultimately overwhelmed her shame.
Upon hearing this, Lynn almost lost his composure.
But now is not the time.
He feigned shock and anger: "Sylvia!! What... what do you take me for?!"
"Am I, Lynn, the kind of despicable person who would take advantage of someone in distress?! Cough cough..."
He coughed twice, looking like he was in a bad situation.
"No...no...Master...I don't think you're that kind of person..." Sylvia quickly shook her head, her eyes red as she explained.
"Go away!" Lynn turned around abruptly, his back to her, his voice trembling slightly.
"Even if I, Lynn, were to explode and die here, I would never do such a thing!"
"You'd better leave! While I... can still control myself..."
"Aaaaaah!! Run!!"
"Died from an explosion?!"
Sylvia was terrified by the word; she jumped to her feet, her voice trembling.
"Master...would...could that really happen?!"
Lynn, with her back to her, his shoulders heaving, let out a resigned sigh: "It would have been fine... but you... you put the whole bottle in..."
"Even a King-level expert probably couldn't withstand this dosage..."
Lynn paused, his tone tinged with a mixture of sorrow and self-mockery: "Sigh... you should leave. If you don't, I... I really won't be able to control myself."
"As a prophet, I never foresaw this calamity in my life..."
"Perhaps I haven't done a good enough job as a prophet, so nature hasn't enlightened me enough to help me avoid this calamity..."
These words, coupled with Lynn's swaying back as he endured the pain, completely shattered Sylvia's mental defenses.
"I'm sorry... Master..."
"I never expected it to be like this... I really never expected it..." Sylvia's tears streamed down her face as she looked at Lynn's pained expression.
She was really scared.
Guilt, gratitude, panic, determination... a tidal wave of emotions surged within her.
"I...I can help you! I'm sorry...it's all my fault..." She cried, not caring about shame or consequences, and rushed forward to help Lynn.
But Lynn suddenly shoved him away!
"Get out of here!! I'm not that kind of person!!!" Lynn growled, turning his head to stare at her with his bloodshot eyes.
Lynn's eyes held a mixture of pain, struggle, and a final, lucid warning.
Seeing Lynn in this state, yet still holding fast to her principles.
Sylvia's tears flowed even more fiercely, as if her heart had been violently clenched.
I had actually misunderstood my master before, thinking that Vera had been tricked by him...
Now it seems that Master was clearly a virtuous and upright gentleman, unmoved by temptation. (There should be a similar term for "gentleman" in this other world.)
Maybe...maybe Vera herself fell in love with her master and took the initiative to get closer to him...
"I'm sorry...it was my fault...Master...I will make amends...I will take responsibility..."
After speaking, Sylvia's eyes narrowed, as if she had made up her mind.
Her fingers flew through the air, and a pale green, natural magic flowed out.
The emerald green vines quickly wrapped around Lynn's body.
"Sylvia! What are you doing?! Stop it!!" Lynn struggled in a "panic".
The vines quickly bound his hands and feet, fixing him to the edge of the kitchen counter, rendering him unable to move.
"Master, I'm sorry... I..." Sylvia walked up to Lynn, tilting her tear-streaked face up, but her eyes were unusually firm.
"I can't watch my master get hurt... It's all my fault... Let me... make amends..."
Her cheeks were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and her breathing became rapid.
She reached out her hand, trembling.
Lynn struggled "weakly," yet still reprimanded "righteously": "Sylvia! Stop! You're making things worse!!"
"Sylvia!! You've really done me a disservice!!"
But Sylvia wouldn't listen anymore.
Guilt, determination, and a strange emotion stirred by Lynn's scent drove her.
The belt was unbuckled, and the trouser drawstring was loosened.
Sylvia froze completely.
Although she had seen veiled descriptions in some secretly read novels, what she saw with her own eyes was a completely different story.
How...how scary...
She almost ran away in panic.
But seeing Lynn's tightly closed eyes, furrowed brows, and pained expression, his courage surged back.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and recalled the vague descriptions in those storybooks.
then……
Concrete actions have begun.
Although Sylvia was quite inexperienced, she was exceptionally earnest and hardworking.
Everything was going smoothly.
With a "bang".
The restaurant door opened.