Chapter 637: 97. The prophesied Fisher_3
Chapter 637: 97. The prophesied Fisher_3
The side effects of their “reproductive ability” had begun to resurface recently, and from all aspects, he must restrain himself.
“It’s all because of Helldor, that night you just so happened to barge in again, I… I just tend to say more when I’m upset. You haven’t told anyone else, have you?”
She was livelier at night than in the morning, especially when alone with Fisher, whether it was the night she cried or even now.
Valentina pointed in a direction, and Fisher, pushing her wheelchair that way, naturally moved much faster than her previous struggle, talking as he walked,
“Of course not… But Heidlin is with you day and night, she must know the hereditary diseases of the Turand Family like the back of her hand. If you want to see the Ice, just ask her to bring it to you. There’s no need to sneak down here late at night, especially since the Ice is now in the custody of the Turand Family.”
“I… don’t want to tell her about this.”
“Why?”
Valentina clenched the ring on her finger, hesitating for several seconds, and just when Fisher almost thought she wouldn’t respond, she suddenly said,
“…I told you before, those in any family who seek the Frost Snow Wutong Tree meet a terrible end. The stronger the resonance with the hereditary disease, the more it is proof… If she found out I can resonate with the Ice, the family would certainly know. The people in the family are used to pointing fingers in the Northern Realm, too scared to even leave Snowflake Fortress, yet they often criticize me.”
“I’m getting tired of following their wishes. At least this time, I don’t want to share the secret of the Ice with them. If there’s any value to be found, those fools would delay the search for the Frost Snow Wutong Tree because of it.”
“I see.”
Fisher swiftly pushed her to a complicated mechanism door, a combination lock where each part was interlinked, but for Valentina, who knew the password, it was not a problem. She reached out in the dark, feeling around for a moment, and then quickly entered the right combination.
“Bang!”
The door opened, revealing an extremely spacious room. In the center was a small pedestal, upon which lay the piece of Ice they had seen that morning. Upon seeing the Ice, Fisher keenly observed the black, crack-like Trace on her back slowly begin to wriggle, which was somewhat horrifying.
He instinctively asked her,
“How is it, do you feel anything?”
“Nothing yet, I need to go take a look. This morning I could sense the Ice wanted to show me something, likely a clue related to my hereditary disease or the Frost Snow Wutong Tree…”
As Fisher pushed her wheelchair closer to the Ice, she drew a small box of pills from her chest and handed it to Fisher,
“I’m not sure what staring directly at the Ice might lead to. Although my intuition tells me it’s not dangerous, one must always consider the ‘what-ifs.’ Should anything happen to me, you needn’t call for Heidlin. Give this to you…”
“What is this?”
Fisher took it and noticed, after a slight tilt, he could hear the sound of tiny, granular pills rolling inside.
“It’s the painkiller medicine I usually use for my hereditary disease. Sometimes…my legs phantom ache, sometimes it’s my back that hurts, so I need to take this to alleviate the pain. Normally, I take one, but if looking at the Ice aggravates the hereditary disease, feed me three.”
As she spoke of her inherited disease, Valentina slightly lowered her head to look at her legs stiff as iron beneath her, a hint of barely distinguishable melancholy in her pale silver eyes. But those feelings, matching the color of her eyes, quickly dispersed into the moonlight around her. In response to her, there was not the meticulousness of a hair-thin perception, only a calm acknowledgment,
“No problem, I hope it won’t be necessary.”
“I hope so too. Then, I’ll begin… Regardless of what your real intentions are, I still choose to believe in your goodwill. Thank you for accompanying me here tonight.”
Fisher released the handles of her wheelchair and simply nodded in response to her smile-filled thanks.
Trust, perhaps?
He suddenly remembered what Heidlin had said to him before, but it was only when Valentina spoke again that he realized a bit of trust extended to him, a trust that had formed since that night when Helldor had passed away.
“Then, I’ll begin.”
Valentina hesitated no longer. Her hands grasped the cold, crystal-clear mineral. As she gazed at it, the boundless mist within became extraordinarily active, jubilantly repeating the process it had undergone that morning under Valentina’s watch, only this time, Fisher did not interrupt her like the officer had.
The grey mist kept painting into the void, drawing vibrant, crystalline patterns in Valentina’s eyes. Yet visibly, her eyes grew redder and redder.
In Valentina’s vision, the mist inside the Ice seemed to break free from physical constraints, rising upwards against the laws of physics, heading towards her. She bore the fear and unease, allowing the boundless mist to envelop her eyes bit by bit until her vision was completely shrouded.
Her sight grew darker, but the scene Valentina wanted to see became clearer. She squinted, trying to discern it, completely disregarding the pain in her eyes.
Under such persistence, the grey fog gradually dissipated, finally revealing a crystal clear image.
The perspective was still her own. She seemed to hear the howling wind and snow outside, yet she felt incredibly warm. She struggled to raise her head, only to see Fisher, bare-chested, an arm around her waist, holding her tight in his embrace, his mouth ambiguously biting a strand of her long hair.
And she seemed to be… panting?
Her own hands were on his body, leaning on his shoulder for breath, in a very heated manner.
No, no, no, no… what was this scene?
“Shall we continue, Miss Valentina?”
In the image, his voice, biting her white hair, was deep and sensual, tapping softly on her tender earlobe.
“I… my legs are immobile anyway… it was your suggestion…”
She seemed to have said something terribly embarrassing, but before Valentina could hear it clearly, the scene swiftly receded from her view, soon obscured by layers of endless, murky fog.
In the chamber where the Ice was being observed, Valentina’s pale face, watching the Ice, suddenly lifted, instantly covered with a flustered and embarrassed flush, as if in a moment she had traveled from the frigid Northern Realm night to a burning summer day in Schwali, overwhelmingly hot and unbearable.