Chapter 257: Those Who Wish to Leave Cannot Be Retained

We have nothing to talk about." Shaoke replied calmly. "Please leave here." He then motioned for Mage Roland to step aside, but the latter refused and instead stepped forward to continue the conversation.

"Regarding Mage Roman, I think we must talk about it." He said, looking at Shaoke with agitation. "I know you don't have much feeling; you don't love Mage Roman, you only like her body." He waved his staff excitedly. "If you had feelings for her, why would you be entangled with that female mage?" He pointed at Mage Yisier.

"Leave here, or I won't hesitate to kill you." Mage Yisier's face darkened as she looked at Mage Roland. Although the ambiguous relationship between her and Shaoke was known to the mages here, no mage would tell outsiders, let alone mention it in front of strangers. "You have no right to criticize a Sixth Tier Mage. I hope you will pay attention to this in the future." The female mage then signaled the nearby warriors to drive this mage away, but Shaoke refused her action.

"Mage Roland, even if I only like Mage Roman's body, what of it? Would she like you? If I remember correctly, you once told me that you had a mage you liked, and she liked you too. If she knew you were now pursuing Mage Roman like this, what would she think?" Shaoke took a deep breath. "I think we have nothing to talk about." He then waited quietly for Mage Roland's reply.

Mage Roman, on the other hand, watched calmly as the two male mages argued over her. Faced with this situation, she had no way to intervene, as it would only escalate the argument.

"I'm sorry, I lost my composure." Mage Roland suddenly calmed down. After a long silence, he bowed to the mages and then left hurriedly, not even glancing at Mage Roman as he left.

Under these circumstances, Mage Yisier hurriedly left; she still needed to report to the legion about her recent mission and had many things to do. At least she needed to visit her husband.

"The female mage that Mage Roland liked has followed a noble. Since he returned to the capital, he has never seen her again." The female mage led Shaoke back to the room. After a moment of silence, she explained. "That noble is said to be a count. Mage Roland went to his place to find her, but the count refused to see him. In the end, he transferred his feelings to me during that time." Mage Roman smiled helplessly. "Many mages have encountered such situations."

"I didn't know about this." Shaoke frowned as he sat in front of the fireplace, quietly watching the flames burn. "Perhaps what I said today hurt him." He poked the firewood restlessly, then changed the subject. "I should leave. I should have left three months ago." He sighed softly.

"I will remember you as you remember me." The female mage softly hugged Shaoke's neck, kneeling on a small stool behind him, silently combing his long hair. "In the future, bring a comb so that when your cloak messes up your hair, you can quickly restore it." She took out an ink-colored crystal comb from her bosom and began to comb the male mage's hair. "Don't always wear your cloak; it makes your face look very pale."

"Mm." Shaoke sat quietly, letting her arrange his hair.

"If everything goes smoothly, I will come to see you from time to time." He said, letting out a long breath. "I feel that my progress in the military department is very slow now. Maybe traveling around will help." He leaned his head completely against the female mage.

"If possible, I hope you can come see me every three or four years." Mage Roman suddenly choked up. "I'm afraid that once you leave here, you'll never come back." She finally couldn't help but cry softly. Shaoke wanted to comfort her, but she stopped him. "Actually, I know you don't really take me to heart, but I still like you." The crying female mage quietly combed Shaoke's long hair, letting tears fall on his robe and hair.

"I will remember you as you remember me." The female mage whispered. "No matter how long you are away, don't forget that there is a mage named Moqier Man waiting for you in the capital." She couldn't stop her sadness and hugged Shaoke's back tightly, crying loudly. "I've always wanted a child with you. Why hasn't it happened until now?"

"I will remember you as you remember me." Shaoke repeated the female mage's words softly. He reached out and hugged her. In such an environment, he wasn't sure if that was entirely correct. This uncertainty appeared in him for the first time. "I will write to you often. My hometown is only about two months' journey from the capital. I will come to visit you often." He kissed away Mage Roman's tears and finally kissed her eyes, quietly feeling her agitated mood.

The male mage's promise improved the female mage's mood, but she left his embrace and continued her previous work. "Try not to get into conflicts with wandering mages when you're out. I've heard they have alliances and often hunt lone mages." She added, "Don't get into conflicts with nobles. If they can, they wouldn't hesitate to kill a mage to add to their family's glory." Mage Roman's additions continued late into the night, and Shaoke's scalp was sore from her combing, but he didn't complain.

Parting intimacy; the two lingered together all night, and Shaoke repeatedly called out Mage Roman's name, which excited her greatly.

Her plump buttocks were exposed high in the air. Fortunately, the room temperature was comfortable, so the mages didn't feel too uncomfortable. Crisp sounds of impact and high-pitched moans filled the room, making it feel quite warm. White beads swung and hit the female mage's chest with each motion, adding to her stimulation. Finally, when Shaoke tightly held the female mage's thighs and released everything, her belly, which had been thrusting, finally calmed down, but her legs were tightly wrapped around the male mage's waist, refusing to let go.

"Can you stay?" After another frenzy, Mage Roman lay exhausted, letting the male mage press down on her. Her small hands casually rested on his arms and back. "I think you can still improve in the capital or any legion, with plenty of auxiliary drugs to help. I've heard that some low-level wandering mages don't even have auxiliary drugs." She slightly lifted her neck as the male mage continued kissing her.

"I'm just going home to rest for a while. I'm sure I'll return to the capital before long, and then I should rejoin the Blizzard Legion." Shaoke comforted her. He actually didn't know his future plans; he just felt mentally exhausted and needed a long rest. As for the future, he didn't know what to do. The events in the small town, the 33rd Corps legion commander, and the last encounter with that perverted legion all left him feeling uneasy.

"Mm, I don't care how long you stay outside; I just hope you'll come back to me one day." The female mage whispered in his ear. "If all goes well, I'll stay in the capital." She suddenly changed her tone. "If you come back late and find me old, don't laugh at me." She couldn't help but laugh, but Shaoke could tell it was a forced laugh.

In the following days, Shaoke stayed at the small castle of the Blizzard Legion in the capital for seven or eight days. During this time, he gave up some daily lessons and instead spent a lot of time resting or sightseeing with the female mage. The two mages visited all the main places in the capital. Occasionally, Mage Yisier accompanied them.

When the mages used their status to climb the high city walls of the capital, Mage Roman couldn't help but say, "If I could live on such a high building in the future, how wonderful that would be!" She spread her arms, closed her eyes, and let the cold wind blow over her. Her snow-white hair flew wildly, tangling and hitting Shaoke's face behind her.

At that moment, Shaoke once again thought of the magic towers from the novels of his previous life. If he could build a magic tower hundreds of meters tall in this world and live there, what would that be like? He became a little excited and involuntarily recalled everything about magic towers from those novels.

He found that there was no difference between those towers and the current formal mage laboratories; one was underground, the other stood on the ground. Shaking his head to dispel that seemingly distant thought, Shaoke began to observe the two female mages. Feminine beauty can be fully expressed at a specific time and place, and a man watching at that moment will involuntarily imprint that image deep in his heart. At this moment, the beauty of the two female mages was fully revealed on the city wall, under the cold wind, and in the somewhat dazed gazes of the nearby warriors.