Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys - Chapter 1517 - 522: What Is He Approaching For?

Chapter 1517: Chapter 522: What Is He Approaching For?

Facing Menia like this, Rein glanced briefly and found it almost impossible to look away.

At this moment, Menia slowly opened her beautiful eyes, saw Rein staring at her without blinking, and her face flushed even more.

For some reason, Menia found that looking into Rein’s extremely bright black eyes made her feel her emotions swaying, an irresistible fondness.

Could it be the aftereffect of casting the ’Dragon Blood Sacrifice’ earlier?

But the ancient royal tomes never mentioned this?

As her thoughts drifted, Menia felt something seemed wrong with her body, getting increasingly warmer, and moreover, there was a faint impulse that made her feel shy, a longing to lean on Rein’s chest.

However, having been influenced by royal etiquette since childhood, although she deeply desired it, her lips, on the surface, said nothing, her expression aside from increasingly blushing cheeks, remained as dignified and elegant as ever.

“Prince Menia… How are you feeling?” Rein asked with concern.

He said this sincerely, without any ulterior motives.

However, in Menia’s ears, Rein’s words only made her feel more embarrassed, because the word ’feeling’ seemed to carry implications for her.

Menia’s face reddened even deeper, as if about to drip blood.

“Well, I’ve mostly recovered, with some more adjustments, I should be able to get back to eighty percent of my original state.” Menia forcibly held back her inner turmoil and said.

“Only eighty percent? Can’t it fully recover?” Rein slightly furrowed his brows, feeling a bit disappointed, and doubting the treatment behavior of that extreme old dragon Fermo.

Could it be he didn’t want to lose his own bloodline essence, so used ’smoldering electric eel’ bloodline essence as a substitute?

“Full recovery is naturally impossible, even if His Crown, the Red Dragon King Straz cast the spell, it could only reach the current level. Otherwise, the ’Dragon Blood Sacrifice’ wouldn’t be a forbidden technique.”

Menia smiled faintly, her beautiful eyes gazing earnestly at Rein.

Then, she added: “Thank you, Rein.”

“Uh… Prince Menia, there’s no need for formality, it’s what I ought to do.” Having said that, Rein did not look away because he realized that the smiling, blushing Menia was unbelievably beautiful.

And Menia, however, felt a little shy and overwhelmed, after all, as a member of the Imperial Royal Family and an Epic-level expert, when had she ever been stared at by a male like this? And in such an enclosed space, alone.

Initially, she dared to slightly meet Rein’s gaze, but after less than two seconds, her heart thumped heavily, and Menia slightly lowered her beautiful eyes, not daring to look straight into the bright black eyes.

Yet Menia certainly wouldn’t say anything like ’You’re not allowed to look.’

At this moment, Rein’s mind kept replaying the words just spoken by extreme old dragon Fermo — ’For your enjoyment… can only help you this much…’

Instantly, a notion flashed through Rein’s mind, about a phrase pertaining to beasts and those worse than beasts.

Moreover, Rein asked himself, if Menia were to eventually embrace another man, how would he feel? Would it be jealousy, anger, and inability to accept?

The answer was clear!

Thus, Rein gazed at Menia’s slightly lowered eyes, slowly but resolutely stepped forward.

For Menia, each step Rein took seemed to tread onto her heart, the nervousness causing her delicate white palms to sweat slightly.

Rein… approaching means doing what?

If he does something to me, what should I do?

If…

Before Menia could truly think through what she was pondering, suddenly, she felt a scorching large hand gently wrap around her slender waist.

In an instant, her mind went blank.

Next, she heard Rein softly murmur in her ear: “Prince Menia.”

“Ah?”

The usually majestic Menia couldn’t help but turn her head to look at Rein, showing a helpless expression.

An expression like an innocent young girl appeared on the always elegant and mature Menia, the drastic contrast made Rein unable to suppress himself…

In the next moment, Menia felt her cherry lips covered with heat…

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Several hours later, Rein looked at Menia’s beautiful, noble face with a hint of laziness, and couldn’t help but smile.

Aside from her noble identity within the Empire’s Royal Family, her angelic face seemed to have descended from heaven, her proud, towering chest, slender and flexible waist, rounded uplifted hips, and her…

The Creator seemed to have concentrated all the beauty of women within her.

It’s only apart from a true Goddess, among humans, there’s hardly anyone more perfect than Menia.

After the ’intense battle’, she was still sweetly asleep, even her current expression seemed to indicate the immense pleasure and satisfaction of the ’intense battle’ just now.

“Having this kind of relationship with Prince Menia, doesn’t that make me the Emperor’s uncle?” Rein thought to himself, suddenly, considering this question.

“Then when I visit Anna’s mother, what should Second Prince Everton call me?”

…

At this moment, as if feeling Rein’s fiery gaze sweeping over her delicate body, Menia’s long eyelashes lightly fluttered, then she opened her deep, beautiful eyes, looking at Rein.