CHAPTER 224: CHAPTER 169: THE RIGHT TIMING_3

As for Rowena, her mouth might be tough, but even the innkeeper could see she’s a novice with zero practical and theoretical experience.

Lindong looked around in shock to find that she was the most experienced person in the team.

Though her practical combat experience was zero, she had at least read many forbidden books on the secrets of life, giving her a considerably rich theoretical foundation, and now she needed to consult another practical expert.

Queen Margaret was undoubtedly the best choice.

This lesson was about enhancing charm, including dressing style, etiquette, and basic court dance practice.

Wearing this luxurious dress, Lindong couldn’t help but respect Queen Margaret — they could dance gracefully in such heavy clothes and high heels.

"Why are you here?"

Lindong hoisted her skirt and, taking the small, quick steps of a noble lady, hurried to Ethan.

Ethan instantly felt a bit dazed.

Lindong seldom dolled herself up and had already reached the ideal image in his mind, yet now, she wore a white-toned court dress, applied light makeup, coupled with her slightly flustered eyes and a look of rushed anxiety...

Seeing this, the expert Queen Margaret, from a place Lindong couldn’t see, smiled slightly at Ethan and gestured with a "chance" sign, then softly coughed to signal the maids to leave with her, leaving the space for the two of them, even though Lindong never explained in detail her reasons for learning, but lovesick girls all look the same, the witch was no exception.

In her view, Lindong almost wore her thoughts on her sleeves.

Seeing Ethan’s gaze, Queen Margaret let go of her last bit of worry; she was concerned that Ethan didn’t fancy Lindong, given that in many people’s eyes, Lindong’s hair color and pupils were indeed strange, and many in the city saw the Northern Clan as descendants of demons.

Feelings are mutual, isn’t that wonderful?

The Queen pondered briefly; mostly, it was because Ethan had expended too much effort on that "great plan," leaving no mind for current affairs.

She too had interacted a lot with Ethan recently, at least in daily life, he was still within the human range.

"Sometimes balancing work and rest might yield unexpected results, besides..."

As she left, she winked at Lindong, "Don’t forget, taking the first step from 0 to 1 is often the hardest."

Lindong blushed deeply.

That’s what Queen Margaret had told her before, though there was more at the end of her words.

Once you cross that step, going from 1 to 100 would become as easy as eating and drinking.

"Actually, I’m here to consult..."

"You came just in time!"

Lindong abruptly interrupted Ethan.

Now, why Ethan came was no longer important; what mattered was that they were alone, "What do you think of this dress? It was specially chosen for me by Queen Margaret."

"It suits you very well."

Lindong seemed unsatisfied with this answer. She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and proactively took Ethan’s hands, placing them on the waistline delineated by the bodice.

Today’s Lindong seemed to have become warmer.

No longer the cold touch of before, yet the expression of facing death looked like she was heading for the gallows.

Ethan also became a bit nervous, actually, he was somewhat similar to Lindong, both being theory-oriented individuals. Before coming to this world, his plan was to first earn enough money before considering the following matters, but before achieving the goal of making big money, he met his demise.

The reason his relationship with Lindong hadn’t advanced was due to his busy work, but also because he hadn’t found the right opportunity.

But, what is the right opportunity?

For academically inclined theorists, this is an extremely difficult problem, possibly requiring a thesis of thousands of words to explore and study.

So, today, at this moment, could it be the right opportunity?

Ethan discovered Lindong had not only become warmer but also her eyes seemed about to overflow.

Theoretically speaking, this should be an unexpected opportunity because none of this was in his plan; the reason he came to the court at noon was for Yue’s health.

Yet Lindong seemed to have read his mind, her warm hands cupped his face, keeping his gaze fixed on her, "Now, can you just look at me and think about me?"

Many days had passed.

They stayed in the caves of the Northern territory every night; Lindong still preferred the feel of her home. Ethan had furnished the cave with many convenient pieces of furniture, inspired by the Artisan Association, fixing their life in the capital, with only one matter remaining unprogressed.

This left Lindong a bit frustrated.

On the other hand, she could understand Ethan’s restraint. Even though she had read many theoretical heavy books, when it came to the final push, she always retreated.

Some words were hard to speak directly.

She felt Ethan might think the same.

"You..."

But now she decided to stop thinking about those complex theoretical knowledge; her eyes grew increasingly fervent, her tone somewhat reproachful, "Must I spell it out for you?"

Ethan smelled the sweet scent of snow cherries, "Are you sure?"

He seemed to see a flashing arc.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes!

Very sure.

Unfortunately, the little props were all left in the cave.

He seemed to hear Lindong’s inner voice but she didn’t speak; she just pressed her burning body against his in response.

Ethan also saw Lindong filled with determination; she stood on her tiptoes, biting his lip.

Her inner voice continued.

Today, don’t think a little kiss will get you off lightly!

...

A moment later, in a noisy tavern somewhere in the capital, Rowena, busy feasting away, suddenly shivered and straightened up as if shocked.

"What’s the matter with you?"

The ravenous Bian stopped to ask her, and Ave tilted her head of golden hair, curiously looking at Rowena.

Dinners were their fixed events, but the shell phone seemed to be malfunctioning, failing to reach the two.

"I have a feeling something bad is happening somewhere unknown to us."

Rowena murmured to herself.

And outside the inn, a woman with long white hair finally smiled —Rowena was a dangerous person who must be closely guarded and never allowed to sabotage the grand plan!

People passed around her, as if they couldn’t see her.

Soon, the woman sensed something, suddenly closed her eyes, breathing rapidly, her face flushed red, leaning against the tavern’s door.

What a memorable day indeed.