Mage Manual-Chapter 159 - 145 Half an Hour

Chapter 159: Chapter 145 Half an Hour

Freyja was quite conscientious and helped Ash wash the dishes.

After they were done, Freyja glanced at the “Veil of Knowledge,” “Will you be using the ‘Veil of Knowledge’ tonight?”

“Yeah, I want to look up some information.”

“Can’t you use your own chip to access the Veil?”

“The premise of me jailbreaking was removing the chip from the back of my neck.”

Freyja was surprised, “Then where will you live? Without chip registration, you can’t even rent a place… You’re not planning to cohabit with me forever, are you!?”

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“The contract states I can stay here for a maximum of seven days,” Ash replied irritably, “After seven days, I’ll go sleep under the bridge.”

“As long as you follow the contract and hand over the ‘Technique Spirit of Compassion’ to me, I actually don’t mind letting you stay a few more days… If you’re willing to cook every day, I can waive the rent for you.”

Freyja paused for a moment, “I need to use the ‘Veil of Knowledge’ after I take a bath, probably for about half an hour.”

“No problem, I need to take a bath too, so I’ll leave that time for you.”

Ash continued surfing on the Veil, while Freyja began her sociology homework. The sociology department was not part of the Magic Faction, but the content of the civil service exam was all from the sociology department, arguably making it necessary to have a silver degree in sociology if one aspired to become a Civil Affairs Officer in the future.

Fernand’s speech from last night’s “Blood Moon Judgement” had gone viral, and even someone like Freyja who hadn’t watched it was forced to see it in class, so the professor’s assignment was “Discuss the advantages and disadvantages of societal nurturing versus the family system.” It was said that ‘societal nurturing’ would likely be a mandatory topic on the civil service exam over the next few years and was an essential area of knowledge to master.

The homework wasn’t difficult; as long as one followed the line of argument that ‘societal nurturing completely overpowers the family system,’ it would be adequate. To score higher, one needed to think more deeply and write about the advantages currently exhibited by society that aren’t described in textbooks.

Considering the professor’s intent… Fernand’s speech… the second generation of Blood Moon…

Freyja quickly formed an idea.

“… The family system causes the second generation of Blood Moon to engage in more factional struggles. Those who successfully transform into Blood Moon descendants will use their power to help their original race relatives acquire illegal benefits, depriving other original races of their rightful resources… It leads to mediocre individuals joining the Blood Moon descendants through nepotism and other unwritten rules, lowering the average caliber of the Blood Moon Favored…”

“If a whole family is part of the second generation of Blood Moon, they form an unbreakable interest group, which is detrimental to the leadership of research institutions and the Church… It contaminates the rule of the Government Affairs Hall…”

“Kinship bonds are a weakening poison to the second generation of Blood Moon, a precursor to internal strife…”

“The second generation of Blood Moon is the foundation of the Kingdom of Blood Moon’s growth and development; we cannot let backward systems taint the purity of the Blood Moon Favored…”

Since there was no other table, Freyja also sat beside Ash to do her homework.

Fortunately, the desk was big enough. Freyja worked on the left side and Ash surfed the web on the right. Aside from sitting a bit close, they were able to work undisturbed by each other—the left side of the desk had been cluttered with skincare products, lubricants, snacks, tissues, cotton swabs, and various odds and ends, all now tidied away.

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Speaking of which, since Freyja couldn’t afford to hire a cleaning lady, her home was basically in a ‘good-enough-to-sleep-in’ state. Undergarments were piled up until there were none left to wear before washing, garbage was left until it overflowed before being taken out, and the hallway was filled with a maze of assorted items that only allowed for single-file passage, all considered normal by her landlord.

Now, upon looking around, Freyja suddenly realized her place was like new. Clothes were taken for washing, garbage was thrown out, and the clutter was neatly arranged in a corner, even making Freyja wonder if this was really her home.

“Did you clean during the day?”

Ash hesitated for a moment but nodded firmly, “Yes, to be honest, the sanitary conditions here were worse than the restrooms in prison. Since I was idle anyway, I just did some cleaning. Consider it paying the rent.”

Ash added, “By the way, I took your clothes for washing, you don’t mind, do you? The weather has been a bit hot lately, and there’s no air conditioning here. In such an excellent experimental environment, those piled-up clothes underwent a very interesting odor reaction. It’s bearable at night, but I really couldn’t stand it during the day…”

Freyja’s face turned red to the tips of her ears, too embarrassed to speak, “Is, is that so? I didn’t notice any smell myself… I don’t mind at all, thank you.”

“That’s a relief, I was afraid you’d come back and call me a pervert, so I cooked just to try to please you,” Ash said.

“Why would I call you that, don’t worry, you can wash all my clothes from now on!” Meiwa responded cheerfully.

“No need for that, but could you maybe wash your clothes yourself every day?” he suggested.

“No can do, I’m the type to wait until there’s a big pile of dirty clothes before washing them all at once. Just like you can’t expect me to get dressed right after a shower, you can’t change my laundry habits,” she said adamantly.

“Tsk, you’re so good-looking, how can your hygiene habits be so poor…” he frowned.

“What does looking good have to do with it? Everyone does it this way, tidying the room and washing clothes every day is just a waste of time,” Meiwa argued.

Having eaten her fill, the little pet Xiao Xian jumped onto the table and curled up into a ball of fur, seemingly falling asleep to the sound of their chatting.

With their intermittent small talk, Freyja quickly finished her sociology homework. Checking the time, she naturally stripped off all her clothes, tossed them onto a chair, and humming a tune, walked into the bathroom.

Ash glanced at the underwear on the chair and listening to the sound of the streaming water inside, found his gaze stuck on the lacey lingerie. With great effort, he turned his gaze away and activated his Substitute Technique Spirit to have it place the clothes into a hamper on the balcony—youthful bodies can’t handle such stimulating sights!

Xiao Xian immediately perked up and started chasing after the Substitute Technique Spirit, playing along.

In the bathroom, Freyja felt something was off too. Meiwa was particularly sensitive to spiritual states, and she could clearly sense a strange emotion blossoming within her.

She didn’t know how to describe this feeling, something she had never experienced in her past eighteen years. Standing under the showerhead, letting the water wash over her fair skin, Freyja soon identified the source of this strange emotion— who else could it be, if not that Evil Demon Saint who had suddenly intruded into her life?

Scared? A little.

Liking it? Seems like yes.

Disliking it? It felt like someone was wringing her stomach out like a towel, and Freyja found it hard to breathe—yes, she loathed Ash. She couldn’t quite put her finger on why, but she suddenly felt an aversion toward this man.

So, did she want to stay away from him?

Freyja breathed silently under the water, leaning against the wall for quite a while, then suddenly laughed, “How can such conflicting emotions exist…It must be because of my body, right? Yeah, definitely a physical reason, especially since Ash interrupted me last night.”

She quickly let go of the matter, dried her body, wrapped her hair in a towel, and had just gone out to blow-dry her hair when she saw Ash ‘whoosh’ into the bathroom, smoothly closing the door behind him so swiftly it was as though he used Magic, Freyja didn’t even catch his figure clearly.

“In such a hurry to shower? You should have told me, I could have let you go first,” Freyja muttered, then went to sit in front of the Veil of Knowledge, starting her usual nightly tasks.

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Ash had just started washing up in the bathroom when he gradually heard a moan that eroded his bones.

Initially, he thought the soundproofing of the apartment was poor, and some couple in another room was working on their fertility fund. However, once he turned off the tap to lather himself with shower gel, the moans became distinctly clear without the cover of the flowing water.

This was a bigger shock than the lingerie.

Ash silently turned the tap back on, to the maximum water volume, cold water!

But the melodious voice, gentle as goose feathers, tickled inside Ash’s ears, the sound of the water unable to cover it and instead, it seemed to amplify his imagination like a filtering effect.

A thought suddenly popped into his mind.

“Could it really take half an hour?”