Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 170

Chapter 170

Magic shops carried many hypnotic items.

However, without exception, they all required the caster to have higher Mana than the person being hypnotized.

Otherwise, once a hypnotic tool was brought out, it would be nothing more than a toy in the eyes of the target.

As her gaze swept across the dazzling array of shelves, Beili listened to the shopkeeper’s explanation while mentally calculating the gap between herself and Cyril.

Her current Mana was certainly no match for Cyril’s; that was the premise.

The most important point was that she didn’t even know what level her current Mana was at.

At Holy Island Academy, she often heard people classify Mages into Low-tier, Mid-tier, and High-tier.

These were further refined into the Healing Department, Elemental Department, Defense Department, and so on.

Through her observations and comparisons during this period, Beili had also discovered that while others had to memorize and recite incantations to use magic, their consumed Mana would slowly replenish.

For those with a shallow Mana Pool, their Mana might be completely refilled after a single night’s sleep.

But the magic she and Ashera used now…

Well, it was unconventional, a school of its own.

As long as they accumulated enough Mana, they were strong; the more they had, the stronger they became. There were no defined levels at all.

As for the Mana Pool.

Once it was exhausted, it was gone. It belonged to the category of ‘Non-renewable Mana.’

…

“Is there any item that works even if the other person has higher Mana…”

Pulling her drifting thoughts back, Beili turned to look at the shopkeeper.

“But can make him fall asleep when he’s relaxed and off-guard?”

As soon as she proposed her idea, a look of hesitation appeared on the shopkeeper’s face.

“Perhaps-try this.”

As the person spoke, they took a palm-sized music box from the display case and handed it to her.

They explained simultaneously:

“The cylinder inside the music box was infused with hypnotic magic while the grooves were being carved.”

“If the target is in a defenseless, relaxed state, listening to it for ten seconds might put them to sleep.”

When the person gave the explanation, they placed heavy emphasis on the word ‘might.’

Finally, she had found a suitable hypnotic tool.

After paying one Magic Crystal and putting the item into her Spatial Bracelet, Beili left the magic shop and walked quickly toward the carriage.

Lady Constance was already sitting in the carriage waiting for her.

“My dear, did you get what you needed?”

The woman asked her with a smile.

Beili nodded and sat down.

At this moment, she could already feel that the Black Lamb she was holding in her arms was shockingly hot.

She looked down and found that the wool on the Black Lamb had become extremely curly due to the rising temperature, even forming neat little circles.

She even had the illusion that what she was holding was not a lamb, but a pot of freshly boiled, scalding water.

…

The carriage traveled along the road.

Soon, they arrived at the Constance family’s residence in the Royal Capital.

Stepping off the carriage, the young girl hurried into the house with the Black Lamb in her arms.

As she walked, she instructed the servants, “Quickly, bring some ice.”

Then, she headed straight for the bathroom.

She placed the Black Lamb in the bathtub, turned on the faucet, and let the cold water gush in.

Before long, a servant arrived with a bucket of ice as she had ordered.

“Put it in the tub,” she said.

The servant followed her instructions and emptied the entire bucket of ice into the bathtub.

After a moment.

Beili took off her white gloves and touched Ashera’s head.

Physical cooling was indeed effective.

His temperature had dropped, and he no longer felt scalding to the touch.

Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, she suddenly heard a commotion coming from upstairs.

The sound seemed to be coming from Lady Constance.

Beili thought something had happened. As she headed upstairs, she tried to recall if she had left anything behind the last time she stayed here.

It wasn’t until she reached the door of the room and was certain she hadn’t that she pushed the door open and walked in.

…

After Lady Constance got off the carriage, she had headed straight for the room where Bartholomew was staying.
She had originally intended to appreciate the window she had meticulously prepared for Bartholomew-one that combined beauty with defense.

“Luoluo-look at what they’ve done!”

Madam Constance pointed her feather fan at a hole that had been corroded into the window.

…So it was this.

“A bunch of clumsy fools-” Madam Constance cried out. “Because of this hole, the defensive magic on the window has been ruined.”

Hearing Madam Constance shouting and preparing to berate the servants, Beili took a step forward and took the initiative to admit it.

“Mother, you’ve wronged them. I’m the one who made the hole in the window.”

Her voice paused slightly.

“Because… it looks a lot like a cage.”

Madam Constance froze.

“Oh… I’m sorry, Luoluo… Mama was just afraid you’d run into trouble in the Imperial City.”

The woman hugged her, and the heavy scent of perfume instantly enveloped her.

“I don’t know about other places, but there really are many thieves in the Imperial City.”

She heard the woman’s voice trembling slightly as she explained:

“Especially those Half-beasts. They’ll find any chance to sneak into a room by disguising themselves as spiders, flying insects, and so on. Then, while you’re asleep, they change back into human form and do terrible things to you!”

“In Mama’s eyes, that is entirely possible.”

“But Mama ignored your feelings. I won’t do it again…”

As Madam Constance spoke, her eyes gradually reddened. “To only realize this now, it’s just terrible… You can’t hate Mama because of this.”

A moist mist rose, swirling in her eyes as if tears were about to fall at any moment.

She continued with a sob, “Mama will have someone tear this window down right now.”

“There’s no need, Mother. I actually quite like this window now.”

Beili hurriedly stopped her.

“Even though it’s like a cage, it’s… a beautiful cage.”

Clumsy words.

She was completely incapable of comforting people; she had squeezed those words out after a long silence.

A beautiful cage-it couldn’t trap her anyway.

Her mind was still preoccupied with the Black Lamb that was still soaking in the ice water in the bathtub.

After leaving Madam Constance’s side, Beili went back downstairs to the bathroom.

The Black Lamb was still in the tub, the ice-filled water just barely covering its back.

Now the ice had all melted, and the temperature of the water had become lukewarm.

Hearing her movement, the Black Lamb lifted its small, wet head and let out a soft “baa.”

“Since you didn’t get to bathe at the shop, I’ll give you a bath now.”

Beili added some bath soap to the water in the tub, then applied it to the wool, scrubbing bubbles onto its body.

However, after only two scrubs, the Black Lamb let out a muffled groan.

Two more scrubs, and there was another groan.

“Stop groaning.”

This sound would really make anyone passing by outside let their imagination run wild, okay?

She said somewhat helplessly:

“It’s not like you haven’t bathed before. Didn’t we do this once in the attic room at Holy Island Academy?”

The Black Lamb lifted its head in the water, its golden eyes ‘looking’ at her.

Then, a burst of black mist spread over the lamb.

In the blink of an eye, Beili saw a man with silver hair and a Black Robe lying in the bathtub.

The wool she had been gripping had turned into his… waist.

Beili: “…”

“Change back.”

Beili quickly let go and spoke to him immediately.

The corners of the man’s lips curled into a delighted arc.

Then he grabbed her hand, guiding it to slowly and gently caress upward through the water-from his ribs to his broad chest, from his elegantly lined collarbone to his Adam’s apple, and finally to his lips.

He tilted his head slightly and kissed her fingertip softly.

It was very hot.

His hollow golden eyes ‘looked’ at her lazily, his long, straight silver hair soaked into individual strands by the cold water.

“No…”

He chuckled low, his voice deep and mellow, like it had been polished by grit.

“Unless you kiss me first.”