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Chapter 321: Why Do You Know About This?
Chapter 321: Why Do You Know About This?
"Miss Mila, why did the Guild Master say we can't go upstairs?" Lucy curiously asked about the guild's rules.
Mila explained, "Because the S-Class Missions are posted on the second floor, and their difficulty far surpasses the ones on the first floor."
Lucy's face lit up with admiration, "Wow, I bet only S-Class Archmages can take on those, right?"
"That's right. Although the rewards are substantial, these missions can even put S-Class Mages in life-threatening situations." Mila offered a word of caution, "Lucy, it's better not to aim for S-Class missions for now."
"Even if you didn't say that, I wouldn't dare..." Lucy smiled bitterly, knowing she didn't possess the strength of Erza or Miss Mila to undertake such dangerous missions.
"Mila, how about this one?" Rod placed a mission request on the counter.
Mila was surprised, "You've decided so quickly?"
Rod spoke earnestly, "Because it's a mission we can't refuse."
"Violet Town, the missing girl incident..." Mila understood why Rod said so upon reading it.
Indeed, that incident had left a lasting impression on Rod.
She nodded, picking up the request, "I'll inform the Guild Master, and we'll set off immediately."
"Huh? Miss Mila and Mr. Rod are really going out together?" Lucy seemed a bit surprised, "Then what about the guild? Who should we talk to if we want to take on a mission?"
"The way you're talking is a little disrespectful to the Guild Master," Rod looked at her helplessly, this girl seemed a bit clueless, "Shouldn't we be consulting the Guild Master for such matters?"
Lucy suddenly realized, "Oh, I forgot that's the Guild Master's responsibility!"
Normally, when the Guild Master is about to leave, they should delegate the task of assigning missions to Mila and Rod, not the other way around.
Happy took the opportunity to tease Lucy, "Lucy's so silly, her memory is as bad as a fish."
After saying this, he took a bite of the fish he was holding.
"Don't bite the fish head right after saying that, you smelly cat!" Lucy felt like hitting him.
Rod took the initiative to register for the mission himself.
By the time he finished writing, Mila had returned, "Let's go home and pack first."
"I always carry the essentials when I go out. You can prepare some food after you're done packing."
Ever since Rod had some spare time and learned the transformation magic, he started carrying spare clothes, blankets, and commonly used medications. This way, even if there was an urgent mission, he wouldn't be caught off guard.
"Then let's head to my place directly." Mila informed Elfman that she was leaving.
Rod also informed Worm, telling it to return home after playing enough.
On their way to Mila's house, they bought some snacks, and they could take more from the refrigerator if needed.
Rod had been to Mila's house many times, and upon entering, he poured himself a glass of water and waited for Mila to pack.
Mila climbed the stairs, hesitated for a few seconds at the top, and then stamped her feet, "Don't just stand there, come and help me pack."
"Okay..." Rod reluctantly climbed the stairs.
This was his first time entering Mila's room, and it was as clean and tidy as he imagined, with a faint fragrance that reminded him of Mila's scent.
The style was surprisingly girly, as expected or unexpected.
The curtains consisted of a pink blackout curtain and a white sheer curtain.
The pink bedsheets and pillows, the soft beige comforter adorned with cute animal patterns, and a large throw pillow on the bed—somewhat resembling Worm.
The glass vase on the bedside table held flowers, their stems freshly cut and arranged just a few days ago, or perhaps even more recently.
For some reason, seeing these well-tended flowers made Rod feel that she was taking good care of herself, and this thought brought him joy.
However, the room wasn't spotlessly clean to the point of being overly fastidious.
For instance, on the dressing table, there were various bottles and jars that Rod couldn't distinguish, arranged slightly haphazardly.
A nightgown was casually draped over the back of a chair, its hem touching the floor.
Near the window, a black lace bra hung upside down, and a triangular piece of clothing, also black and lacy, was slung over it.
It was in moments like these that Mira's speed and reflexes as an S-Class Mage became apparent.
Rod only caught a fleeting glimpse of her as she moved, and the clothes rack was left with two empty hangers swaying back and forth.
Mira, holding something and facing away from Rod, scolded him, "Don't you dare look!"
Such sights often left a lasting impression, and Rod, looking up at the beautiful magic chandelier on the ceiling, said, "Oh, do you need help with anything?"
"Just pick a few outfits you like," Mira replied, her face turning red as she extended a hand. "Choose from that wardrobe, but don't look in the other one."
Was this her way of letting him decide what she would wear for the next few days, or was she being lazy and avoiding the task of coordinating outfits?
Either way, Rod readily agreed, "Leave it to me."
He tried to push the thoughts of those attractive outfits out of his mind and focused on the wardrobe.
Mira usually wore dresses at the guild, but her wardrobe was surprisingly diverse. It included styles ranging from gentle and conservative to lively and sporty, and even some sultry and sexy options.
As he opened the wardrobe door, he finally understood why it was so large, especially considering that the winter clothes had already been put away.
Mages often had to travel through mountains and rivers or engage in intense battles, making it impractical to wear ordinary long skirts, even those with high slits, as they could easily get damaged.
Therefore, Rod opted for T-shirts, shorts, and mini skirts.
Mira carefully tidied up the clothes she didn't want Rod to see, occasionally stealing glances at him.
From Rod's choices, she deduced an important piece of information—he seemed to have a particular interest in legs and perhaps even her waist.
'Have I been wearing too many dresses lately?' Mira reflected on her clothing habits, considering whether she should experiment with different styles.
After selecting a few appealing outfits based on her instincts, Rod finally engaged in some rational thinking. He muttered, "I should also pick a long-sleeved jacket and long pants, just in case we need to go into the jungle or something..."
Mira smiled with satisfaction, considering him to have passed the test.
As they finished choosing the clothes, Rod decided to remind her of something important, "Mira, about that..."
"What?" Mira asked, puzzled.
After a few seconds of thought, Rod managed to blurt out, "Those clothes need to be dried properly."
Mira froze, then replied with a mix of embarrassment and annoyance, "I know!"
"They also need plenty of sunlight, or at least good ventilation, otherwise..."
"Stop talking!" Mira threw the small bag she had just packed at his face but quickly snatched it back. "Why are you so knowledgeable about these things!"
(End of Chapter)
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