Kapitel 55: Is Rosalyne being mesmerized?
"Jams, we've got a bite! Quick, teach me what to do! Hurry!"
At the moment the fish took the bait, Rosalyne seemed to shed all pretenses.
She wasn't the "Fair Lady" of the Fatui or the "Witch of Flames" burdened with hatred and pain.
She was simply filled with anticipation for what kind of catch awaited her, whether it would be an elegant and beautiful Silverback Perch or a sparkling Golden Perch.
In the midst of Rosalyne's flustered state, a warm hand gently patted her back.
"Don't panic, stand up first, control the force, tire the fish out slowly, and guide it towards the shore," Jams said calmly as he watched the bobber fiercely bobbing on the lake's surface.
"Tire the fish out?" Rosalyne felt the strength transmitted through the fishing rod, and the fishing line seemed like it could snap at any moment! The struggling strength of the fish in the water was formidable, and without proper technique, it was uncertain whether she could land these big fish.
Swoosh! The splashes on the lake surface excited and nervously thrilled Rosalyne.
"Why can't we just yank that stubborn fish out directly?" She turned her head and saw Jams looking calm and composed, which annoyed her enough to kick his leg.
"I know you're impatient, but don't rush it," Jams scolded her with a reproachful glance. "With your strength, catching a fish or even slaying a dragon would be a piece of cake, but the fishing rod in your hands is just an ordinary one. If you exert too much force, it will definitely break."
"Why is it like this... huh!" Rosalyne pouted, ready to follow Jams' method and engage in a battle of wits with the big fish, but suddenly she felt a lightness in her hands. The feeling of the fish biting had disappeared!
"..."
After a moment of silence, Rosalyne looked at Jams with a hint of grievance in her lilac-colored eyes and said softly, "No need to fish anymore, the fish ran away."
"What? It really ran away!?" Jams also looked puzzled at the calm lake surface. Although fish slipping off the hook wasn't uncommon in the fishing world, but...
"But among the people I've brought here, you're the only one who let the fish slip away. Tsk, little Rosalyne, I think you need to reflect on yourself," Jams commented.
"Hmph!" Rosalyne sat back on her small stool, sulking as she stared at the lake without saying a word. In her view, there was absolutely nothing wrong with her technique; it was simply that Jams, as her instructor, didn't teach her well enough!
"30 minutes of fishing instruction, and you spent 29 minutes taking advantage of me. I'm such a fool, really! I knew you were a pervert, yet I willingly came here..." Rosalyne complained.
"Madam, you are an executive of the Fatui, don't be so sensitive," Jams chuckled and shook his head, naturally wrapping his arm around her fragrant shoulder.
"Just a fish, if it ran away, we can always fish again."
"Don't touch me." Rosalyne shook her shoulder, unable to shake off Jams' arm. In the end, she could only pout and bump her shoulder against Jams' chest in frustration.
However, to Klee, who had just woken up, Rosalyne's action of bumping against Jams' chest seemed like an attempt to snuggle into his embrace!
Klee, who was still groggy, became immediately displeased.
"Uh, big sister is too cunning, taking advantage of Klee sleeping to get close to Jams! "
Saying that, little Klee squeezed into Jams' arms and said in a spoiled tone, "Klee came first!"
"Uh..."
Rosalyne narrowed her eyes, detecting a hint of danger emanating from Klee.
Her intuition told her that this little girl wasn't someone to be trifled with.
However, Rosalyne was also feeling irritated and responded without showing weakness, "It was Jams who approached me. There's nothing to be done. The allure of a mature woman is something you little ones wouldn't understand."
As she spoke, Rosalyne purposely straightened her upper body, and the domineering northern hemisphere radiated a bright white glow under the sunlight!
"Wow!"
Klee looked at the pair of snow-white softness, larger than her head, and her young mind took a slight hit.
Although she didn't yet understand the appeal of breasts to men, her intuition told her that this time, she had lost completely!
"..."
Jams, too, was dizzy from the sight of the snow-white waves.
"Rosalyne, please cover your body. I'm feeling a bit dizzy from all this... breasts," Jams said, rubbing Klee's teary eyes, trying to console her.
"Rest assured, Klee, no matter what, you are my little cotton jacket. You are unique in your own way."
"Yeah, yeah, Klee also likes Jams the most..."
The little girl's sadness came and went quickly. In one moment, her face was tearful, and in the next, she revealed a sweet smile.
"..."
Rosalyne didn't pay attention to how Jams was comforting the little Klee. She just lowered her head and looked at the coat Jams had draped over her.
The coat still carried Jams' scent and warmth, and the sensation of warmth touched a chord in her heart.
According to reason, she should have despised and discarded the coat, but...
"When was the last time someone put a coat on me? I can't remember it clearly."
Rosalyne's gaze became hazy, seemingly lost in a distant and almost forgotten memory.
"Hush~~~"
Seeing Rosalyne lost in thought, Jams made a gesture for Klee to keep quiet, not wanting to disturb her.
For Jams, whether Rosalyne was daydreaming or fishing didn't matter.
As long as the multiplayer mode was activated, the fishing yield would double, regardless of who was fishing.
Splash! Splash! Splash!
Jams didn't want to miss this opportunity to "level up" either.
He displayed his prowess, catching one fat and delicious fish after another.
Splash! Splash! Splash!
[You've caught a mature Flowerback Perch. Charisma +25, Physical Fitness +20, Hydro Resistance +8]
[Detecting that you are in multiplayer mode with teammates "Klee" and "Rosalyne," you receive additional attribute bonuses: Charisma +50, Physical Fitness +40, Pyro Resistance +16, Cryo Resistance +8]
All attributes rose rapidly!
Especially the increase in charisma, making Jams more likable and endearing.
In the end, Rosalyne gradually stopped pondering and sat with her hands on her knees, blinking her lilac-colored eyes, admiring Jams' graceful fishing technique.
"This man... Did he use some kind of despicable magic on me? Why can't I take my eyes off him the more I look?"
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