Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 65

Chapter 65

After the Blind Youth confidently took on the task of roasting the mutton, Lance summoned a fireball in a clearing a short distance from the tent camp to ensure the process wouldn’t be disturbed by smoke. He had the youth move the roasting station there.

The youth nodded in agreement and began moving the large platter of raw mutton and the toolbox of roasting equipment one by one.

Although the youth was blind, he moved with little difference from an ordinary person. Consequently, Lance assumed he wasn’t entirely sightless, but perhaps suffered from severe low vision at most.

Satisfied, Lance left once the fireball was summoned.

…

At that moment, the grey-haired, red-eyed girl stood in the clearing beside the fireball, arms crossed, watching the youth with an expressionless gaze.

Observing the youth as he moved the toolbox, his struggle was evident.

His arms trembled slightly, and the contours of his thin, slightly sunken face tightened under the physical strain.

The youth stumbled and fell to the ground. The toolbox burst open, scattering roasting tools everywhere.

The girl’s lips twitched, and a cold snort escaped her nose.

If anyone else had witnessed this scene, they would likely have said in unison-

Miss Bartholomew may possess a cold and glamorous beauty, but she truly has a heart of stone.

“This guy doesn’t deserve any sympathy,” Beili sighed inwardly.

…

Fortunately, the grass was thick, fluffy, and soft.

When the youth climbed back up, his white hunting outfit was only stained with a few blades of grass.

The youth raised his head and “looked” in Beili’s direction, offering a reassuring smile. “I’m… I’m fine… No need to… worry about me.”

Worry? Who?

She certainly wasn’t.

Beili shook her head internally, knelt down, and began picking up the pieces of the grill to assemble it. At the same time, she asked in a flat tone, “Why are you roasting for them?”

“Be… because they… don’t know how… and I hap… happen to know…”

The youth answered haltingly.

Hearing his pointless response, Beili didn’t press further.

Metal objects of various shapes lay scattered on the grass.

She carefully identified them, snapping the scattered pieces of the grill together one by one.

The metal clinked together, letting out a crisp sound every now and then.

The youth stood to the side, tilting his head to listen.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly without him realizing. He suddenly spoke, adding stutteringly:

“When I’m… not picky about… food, I roa… roast meat to eat.”

“Do you wa… want to know… the secret… *cough*… to making it ta… taste good?”

Upon hearing this, chilling images involuntarily surfaced in Beili’s mind.

Forget it… just don’t…

“I don’t want to know. Don’t tell me, especially not before I eat the meat,” Beili said with a sigh.

“O… okay then…”

The youth nodded with a hint of disappointment, then let out a short, faint chuckle.

…

In the pitch-black Maze, only two clusters of firelight danced.

Under the high heat of the roast, a layer of golden fat seeped out of the mutton, sizzling and bubbling.

Beili kept watch from the moment the mutton was raw until it was cooked. Only after seeing no sign of the youth tampering with the meat did she gradually relax.

The aroma of mutton began to permeate the air, drawing over several people sitting near the tents.

The mutton looked thoroughly cooked, possessing an enticing luster.

Lance pulled a sharp slicing knife and oil paper from the nearby toolbox. After carving off a leg of lamb, he gave it a casual blow and took an impatient bite.

Then, while chewing, he nodded in praise:

“Even though it’s not sliced and plated with a garnish of black truffles, the taste is actually quite good!”

With that, he carved off another leg of lamb and carried it toward the tent for Cyril, who was waiting to be fed.

After Lance left, Beili took the slicing knife and carved off the remaining two legs. She handed them to Susanna, who looked exhausted after treating Lisa, and to Aili, who was waiting expectantly with wide eyes.

Taking the leg of lamb, Aili smiled and said, “Thank you, Miss Bartholomew.”

Just as Aili took a bite of the meat, a dull ‘thud’ sounded beside her. A charred, roasted sheep’s head had landed on the ground.

“So… sorry…”

The youth tilted his head to listen, saying in an uncertain tone, “I think I drop… dropped something…”

Aili stared at the sheep’s head on the ground, as if she were seeing the scene of Beiji’s head rolling away.
The mutton in her mouth suddenly became difficult to swallow.

On the other side, Susanna was taking small bites of a lamb leg.

“Sister Bartholomew, aren’t you going to eat?” she asked.

Beili cast a subtle glance at the boy. He hadn’t touched a single bite either, and was already sitting on the grass, staring blankly at the fire as if lost in thought.

If this guy wasn’t eating, she wouldn’t touch a morsel.

“I don’t have an appetite right now.”

She shook her head, then sliced off some mutton, wrapped it in oilcloth, and brought it to Lisa.

Lance was using a red square handkerchief to wipe the grease from his lips. Seeing the girl pass by, his narrow fox-like eyes squinted.

“Luoluo, why are you being so kind to that commoner?” he asked curiously.

Beili looked back at Lisa, who was bowing her head and eating the mutton, and countered, “You think I’m being kind to Lisa?”

“She is very fortunate to have received your mercy, isn’t she?”

Lance tilted his head, letting out a light chuckle, then raised his hand to point into the distance.

“Look at him.”

Following the direction of his finger, Beili looked at the boy sitting alone by the grill. He remained motionless, as if he had turned into a statue.

The white hunting outfit hung exceptionally loose on his frame.

The vertebrae visible at the back of his collar were particularly prominent, lacking any fat to support them.

“He is also a commoner, and his situation looks even more pitiful and unfortunate than anyone else’s.”

“To be honest, I’ve never seen someone so thin they look like a walking skeleton.”

“It’s hard to imagine he’s still alive… if someone passed by here, they would instinctively think this person was dead. No one would think he had simply closed his eyes to sleep.”

Lance sighed as he spoke.

Beili’s expression was subtle as she hesitated. “…You think he’s pitiful?”

This person was a cunning and cruel Demon.

Applying the word ‘pitiful’ to a Demon felt somewhat terrifying.

She bit back these words and swallowed them down.

“Pitiful? Oh no, I don’t have a merciful heart like yours.”

Lance tilted his head, unable to help a few light chuckles before continuing his explanation:

“My point is that commoners are all the same to people of our status. That’s why I’m very curious-what makes that commoner so different to you?”

Different…

This question caused Beili to think quietly for a few seconds.

Truthfully, she didn’t have any deep feelings for Lisa… or rather, she didn’t have deep feelings for anyone.

For as long as she could remember, she had been abandoned.

She grew up in an orphanage eating tasteless rice paste, never knowing who her parents were. Of course, she didn’t want to know either.

Searching for the parents who threw her away?

Oh no, don’t even think about it. Not a single child in the orphanage would have such a foolish thought.

As for Lisa.

Lisa herself was likely surprised and confused-after only knowing each other for a few short days, why would the high-born Miss Bartholomew ever think of rescuing her from the Confinement Room?

“Lance… have you ever dreamed about things from a past life?”

She took a soft breath and looked at the red-haired, black-eyed youth, her voice low and calm.

“Have you ever dreamed that you were a commoner in your past life? That you couldn’t understand profound magic, had no family to help you, and always ran into a tall, mean-spirited person who snatched your things away all day long?”

Simply participating in an event could buy her freedom. As long as she put in a little effort, her destiny would change.

At least, that’s how it was at the beginning.

Because of Bartholomew’s words, the frivolous smile on Lance’s face gradually faded.

“Dreaming that I was a commoner? Oh… that truly sounds like a terrifying nightmare.”

Lance frowned slightly, unable to quite grasp such a dream.

His mineral-black eyes shifted slightly. He lowered his narrow fox-like gaze, propped up his chin, and thought seriously for a moment. “As for what you said about dreaming of a past life… I actually had a dream like that just last night!”

“Guess… in that dream, what was I in my past life?”

“…A king? Or a Knight?” Beili threw out a random answer.

“Neither!”

Lance curled his lips, and his previously suppressed smile spread once more.

“I dreamed that in my past life…” He lowered his voice, acting profoundly serious. “I was your fiancé, Luoluo.”

Beili: “…”

Beili suddenly felt from the bottom of her heart that talking to this sly fox was a complete waste of her life.