Herag’s seat wasn’t even warm before he had to set off to Bessie’s residence again.
Bessie’s home was indeed not far from him; just through two patches of forest.
Herag looked around and saw a red wooden house.
He walked over and knocked on the door, and footsteps quickly followed from behind the door as Bessie opened it.
At the moment Bessie opened the door, Herag’s gaze was irresistibly drawn to her.
Bessie was wearing a small camisole top, just barely covering up the surging parts.
The long legs were adorned with black stockings, revealing a section of fair, tender thigh, making it exceptionally enticing.
Bessie was already very tall, with particularly long legs, creating a striking visual effect.
"Are you injured? You look quite well to me," Herag noticed his gaze was a bit disrespectful and promptly found a topic to ask.
Bessie smiled softly, "The injury is almost healed, please come in."
The main structure inside was similar to Herag’s house; the wooden cabin structure was pretty much the same here.
The first floor was also a living room, furnished with some sofas, and next to it was a fireplace, which was currently lit and burning fiercely, making the room quite warm.
Bessie brewed a pot of coffee, took out the prepared cups, and bent over to pour coffee for Herag.
This bend revealed an impressive and magnificent view.
Herag hadn’t expected this mountain range to be so grand; before, he had only noticed Bessie’s long legs, not realizing there was such a hidden view.
Of course, he only glanced and then quickly looked away.
The first glance was involuntary, but viewing again would be impolite.
Bessie seemed unaware, and after pouring coffee for Herag, she sat down directly next to him.
A subtle and elegant fragrance filled the air, very pleasant to smell, not overwhelming, making one feel comfortable.
"I heard Mr. Larry say you were promoted to Third Class Wizard Apprentice. I didn’t expect you to do it so quickly," Bessie said softly, her body leaning slightly toward Herag.
"You are also a Third Class Wizard Apprentice, way earlier than I am," Herag felt the warmth and softness close to him.
Bessie looked gloomy, saying in a low voice, "Although I am a Third Class Wizard Apprentice, after being injured, I no longer have hope to be promoted to Official Wizard."
She then emotionally hugged Herag’s arm, wrapping his right hand with her softness: "Besides, you are different. You have high talent; it’s rare to see Wizard Apprentices progress so quickly. You even have Mr. Larry, a Master of Magic Potions, as your teacher, leading to a great future."
"No hope to be promoted to Official Wizard?" Herag suppressed his inner restlessness and remained calm.
He was more curious about why Bessie could not be promoted to Official Wizard; she seemed fine enough now.
"During the recent war, my Spiritual Power suffered heavy damage, unable to be enhanced anymore. Without increasing Spiritual Power, naturally, there’s no hope to advance as an Official Wizard," Bessie said with some dejection.
"Unable to enhance? Has Mr. Larry had a look?" Herag asked.
Bessie replied, "Mr. Larry has looked at it and tried to help me, but it had no effect."
Since even Larry could not help, it indeed seemed difficult to resolve.
Herag didn’t know how to console her; for a young Third Class Wizard Apprentice, her hope for promotion was severed, one could imagine how desperate she was.
The longevity of a Third Class Wizard Apprentice is just a bit longer than ordinary people, whereas Official Wizards have at least three hundred years of life.
So close, yet such different lives.
The room suddenly fell silent, only the slight crackling sounds from the fireplace’s burning wood and the breath of the two people were audible.
After a long silence, Bessie suddenly leaned her whole body against Herag, hugged him tightly, and said, "Herag, let’s live together."
"Huh?" Herag exclaimed in surprise.
Bessie looked at Herag and said, "Don’t you want to? Am I not pretty enough, or is my figure not good enough? If you think anything’s wrong, I can learn some Beauty Techniques..."
Herag interrupted directly, "Wait, wait, you’re very pretty and have a good figure. I just wonder, why?"
He was just a Third Class Wizard Apprentice himself, even if promoted to Official Wizard, it would be difficult to solve Bessie’s problems.
With Shenlan, there might be a small possibility, but this was a problem even Larry couldn’t solve.
If he solved it, it would be too extraordinary.
Shenlan is his biggest secret and most important asset; he couldn’t possibly reveal even a bit of information.
"I want to find a backing," Bessie said directly.
"Backing? Even if I can get promoted to Official Wizard, I have no background, can’t help you much," Herag shook his head. Fresh chapters posted on NovelHub(.)net
Bessie continued, "No, I’m well aware of my conditions. Aside from appearance, nothing about me can attract those powerful Official Wizards or wizards with a deep background. In the wizard world, beauty is nothing."
"But you have great potential, great talent. I very much believe in your future. If I am with you, I promise to help you go further. My talent is 82, neither of our talents is bad. Our offspring will definitely have a good aptitude, and we can establish a pureblood wizard family on our own."
Bessie was very self-aware, knowing that wizards with backgrounds wouldn’t be interested in her. Even if accepted, she would mostly be treated as a plaything, discarded when tired.
After much thought, she felt Herag is the most suitable choice.
With talent and potential, having Larry as a teacher, and no background, he was simply the best candidate.
Herag hadn’t expected Bessie to think so far ahead, from her words, it seemed she had been pondering for a long time.
But he had no interest in establishing a pureblood wizard family; in his view, numerous excellent descendants are not as practical as his own strength.
No matter what, as long as he has enough strength, he doesn’t need to rely on any external objects or others’ power.
Herag shook his head, "Sorry."
Bessie’s beautiful eyes instantly welled up with tears; her voice trembled, "Why..."
Herag couldn’t tell her he had no plans to stay in Moonlight Forest; he could only say, "Now all my focus is on preparing to be promoted to Official Wizard. I’ll consider these things later."
He planned to tell Bessie after he truly got promoted to Official Wizard.
Of course, he could enjoy Bessie’s company for a while and then say out loud about leaving Moonlight Forest once promoted.
But doing so would be too disgraceful; Bessie was at least an acquaintance, if not a friend.
In the wizard world, friendships are precious; acquaintances are also valuable.
Bessie was already so miserable; Herag didn’t want to push her down further.
Not being able to offer much help doesn’t mean causing harm.