Chapter 198: Madam: Dad?

Chapter 198: Madam: Dad?

The weather in the storybook world is pre-set.

When looking at the area of ​​the first level at the border, a gloomy dark cloud can be seen.

However, when he returned to the "base", that is, the hut in the woods, it was sunny outside the window.

In the vegetable garden by the window, the fresh earth smell was blown in by the wind, and the bees were wandering in the stamens.

A few hares lingered outside the fence of the vegetable garden, hesitating, as if they wanted to go in for a bite, but were afraid of being caught...

Everything seems lifelike.

There were only two figures sitting in the hut, like two puppets.

The figures are one big and one small, and both are in a state of silence.

The big man was thin, with a full beard, and he seemed to be in his thirties.

The little one looks very immature, wearing a rough linen sleeveless dress, with red hair neatly combed into a small braid behind him, and looks like four or five years old, with a chubby face, very cute.

However, at this moment, this cute little girl frowned, with a serious expression, full of the appearance of a little adult.

The current situation is embarrassing.

Really speaking, it is the relationship between men and women. Although Mrs. Chelsea, who has had too many ambiguities with students, may feel inappropriate, it is not unacceptable for the sake of business.

Now, however, the rule calls for treating students as fathers...

This requirement seems very unreliable, but when you think about it, it makes sense.

Because the title of the book is Robin Rafaeli's Guide to Adventures.

Its creator, Robin Lefali, did not write it for the purpose of giving future generations a channel to enhance their respective wizarding talents.

But let later generations feel the importance of family love.

Strengthening talent is just a matter of course.

Madam actually knew about this background.

Not only did she know it, but Mellon knew it too, because it was written in the description, and he had seen it the first time he came in.

But knowing that he knew, he hadn't thought about it carefully before, what all this meant...

"If you really feel embarrassed, forget it?"

Seeing the little girl sitting across from her frowning and not speaking for a long time, the middle-aged Melon said, "This is actually not something that must be done, there is no need to force anything."

What he said was not trying to escape, but he really thought so.

Otherwise, what else can we do?

Will the other party call him Daddy?

If you want to talk about this kind of thing, it's possible to change to Alicia, and it is still possible to discuss.

But as a teacher, Mrs. Chelsea...

The little girl didn't respond, just pursed her lips.

But just when Melon thought she was a little embarrassed to regret it, she heard her suddenly say: "This matter is very important, it can't just be ignored."

"Does it matter?"

"I'm not very good at talking."

Madam shook her head, "But anyway, we should go on."

Merlen nodded silently.

He has already remembered that in order to give the teacher a little motivation, he used the identity of a mysterious person to make a deal with her.

The resource of the transaction is Robin Rafaly's secret.

The teacher obviously took a fancy to this matter, and would rather put her in an embarrassing situation than persevere.

And since she didn't care, Meren naturally no longer hesitated.

So the two walked out of the hunter's hut again and rushed towards the border.

Outside the hut is a lush forest, and walking along the forest is the location of the first level.

There is no separation mark, but after arriving at the destination, the two can intuitively feel the existence of the first level.

Because the light there is very dim, the sky is covered with dark clouds, and it looks like a storm is coming.

Before, Mellon had come here alone once, and could not enter this area at all.

Right now, it's okay for him to bring his "daughter" with him, but it obviously needs some twists and turns to get through it smoothly.

"Let's try it out first."

The little red-haired girl stretched out her hand to Meren as she spoke.

She is at most one meter tall at the moment, and when Merron held this chubby little hand, she somehow felt like she was playing with her daughter.

However, when he officially stepped into the area where the first level was located, his feeling disappeared.

Because the surrounding wind is strong, the surrounding air is very humid.

After falling into the dream, his image has changed, and his abilities in reality cannot be displayed here.

Although the personal spirit and will will not be affected, the damp breath that blows in vain in the surrounding environment does not know what is going on, and it is actually very powerful.

As if an ordinary person stepped into a forest where it was raining drizzly, the vague feeling of stickiness was very uncomfortable, not to mention the enjoyment of play.

Looking down, the little girl looked like she was okay. She was being held by her "father" and was turning her head to look around.

Obviously, she has officially entered the "adventure state".

It's a pity that the two of them walked in this dim forest for a long time. Apart from feeling the increasingly serious moisture, they didn't find anything at all.

Simply holding hands is clearly not enough.

Mellon is aware of the problem.

Mrs. Chelsea apparently did too, so seeing that there was no progress, she hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Hold me like you would hold a daughter."

Her voice was very clear at this time, but her tone was full of maturity and stability, without any shyness, and she obviously regarded her current behavior as a kind of work.

Merron did what he said, hugged the other party on his arm, and continued to walk in.

However, this still doesn't work.

There is no detection mechanism, but the two of them walk in the forest, no matter how they walk, they can't escape the current environmental framework.

It seems that without acting by the rules, new progress is simply impossible.

So seeing a hint of hesitation flashing across the face of the girl in his arms, Merron turned to lift her up and put it on his neck.

"That might be more in line with the requirements."

He then said.

Being able to clearly perceive the teacher's awkwardness about this, Meren patted her sagging calf in front of his chest in a soothing way.

So the other party no longer resisted anything.

It's a pity that this is an obvious "concession" in the eyes of both parties, but the storybook has no reaction to it...

Do you really need to do some deeper behavior?

The little girl who was riding on her student's neckwww.wuxiaspot.com was gently holding the other's head with both hands, and a hint of hesitation flashed on her face.

Just as Mellen had guessed, she insisted on continuing, on the one hand, because she had promised it long ago, and it was inappropriate to go back.

On the other hand, I also hope to use this to explore the secrets here, and then exchange news with the mysterious person.

The former is related to the growth potential of students in the field of wizards, and the latter is more related to future world changes and daughters, which can be said to be a serious matter of survival.

Therefore, she believes that in the face of such major events, personal embarrassment does not need to be considered at all.

However, when it came time to take action, she couldn't continue.

The previous holding hands and hugging herself were nothing, because she had done more intimate behaviors with students long ago, and she was not the kind of person who was squeamish.

But riding on Melon's neck in such an extremely intimate position made her feel a little embarrassed, a little embarrassed, and even raised a touch of inexplicable tension.

However, after years of self-cultivation, she did not show these emotions on the surface.

However, this didn't work...

She didn't speak for a long time.

It wasn't a problem until she saw that the stalemate continued, and the lady who looked like a little girl hesitated and whispered.

"Father?"

The voice was as thin as a mosquito, and Melon, who was riding on his own, couldn't even hear it.

Then, just when he was about to ask a question in doubt, a voice that was much clearer than before came from above his head.

"dad?"