Chapitre 130: Cursed Beauty
It was none other than… Sapphira Cyrene!
His pupils shook.
The moment she saw him, her breath hitched.
He walked toward them and looked at both women. Their eyes were locked on his face. Clearly, they were shocked to see him here.
"I've been here since the early hours of the morning and I haven't been served even warm milk." Asher said with a plain expression.
Sapphira raised an eyebrow.
"Did you order it?"
Priscillia looked at her and coughed softly. "My Lord, what would you like to eat?"
Asher pursed his lips. "What's your best?"
Sapphira rolled her eyes at Asher while Priscillia dutifully made known her best dish and in the end, Asher neglected all and chose the King Bread and a warm cup of the most expertly prepared Moonlit Starhorn Milk, which went for about 1 gold coin.
And it only filled a mug.
After a brief chat with Priscilla, Asher walked out feeling a bit odd since Sapphira kept staring at him with a strangely beautiful smile the entire time. Her smile alone outshined Priscillia's beauty.
Slowly, he walked past to the second floor and sat down on an empty table. His commanders had left to continue their duty.
About three other individuals were in the room while the others were in VIP rooms. Not long after he sat looking through the window, Sapphira walked toward his table and dropped a tray.
Asher looked at her confident smirk and at the meal. Looking down, he saw that the bread was sliced in the middle with lots of eye-catching stuff like tomatoes, sliced chicken, and much more.
"Is that a sandwich?!'
His eyes widened.
"I added a little twist to it. Don't you like it?" Sapphira asked softly.
"Did you make more?" Asher asked as he grabbed the sandwich. Before she could respond, he was already chewing.
Sapphira chuckled charmingly and sat opposite him with her palms supporting her chin. "I had a feeling you'd like it."
Asher was taken aback for a moment as Sapphira's charm got to him but it wasn't as severe as other men who had forgotten their food and were drooling at her. The fact that she didn't look irritated proved how well her mind had adjusted to the reality that men would always revere her.
In all honesty, her beauty was enticing. It was like the urge to eat a very delectable meal but you are restricted from doing so. This made the urge ever burning, ever consistent, and ever growing until it was satiated.
In all senses, Sapphira was the bane of men.
Unfortunately, her bane was the man sitting opposite her. The one who could resist her the effects of her talent even when he sat so close.
"Goshen. A great name for an outstanding outpost. Your naming sense is noteworthy, My Lord."
Asher smiled a bit and resumed eating. This made Sapphira pout.
Meanwhile inside of Asher, he fought against the urge to admire this exotic beauty who was busy making the most appealing faces he had ever seen in his life. She was way better than the models of earth and this was without makeup. Her eyelashes were naturally long, as long as an artificial one and her light pink lips glistened like she applied lip gloss.
Sapphira was designed and built to be the epitome of beauty by her talent. This went to show how powerful talents could be.
At this moment, Asher remembered he had not checked Sapphira's talent.
Bracing himself, he looked into her pupils.
[Name: Sapphira Cyrene
[Age: 102
Rank: Saint
Talent: Nature's Blessed (SSS) Cursed Beauty (SS)
Loyalty: 85
Job: Grand Priestess
[Talent description: Nature's Blessed is a talent that gives the individual the blessings of nature. With this talent, the individual can bring life to wherever they go and nature's serenity into their surroundings. Around these individuals, all life prospers!]
[Second Talent: Cursed Beauty. This talent is a gift and a curse because while it grants the individual undeniable beauty and charm that not even a man with the hardest heart can ignore, it also makes the individual to be seen as a prize. This talent is a curse because no male, human or beast is free from its influence, causing the individual to never live a normal life, but this curse will not apply to anything that is not of this world.]
"What are you doing?" Sapphira tucked some strands of her hair behind her right ear. It was at this moment that Asher realized Sapphira has pointy ears but they weren't as long as an elf's.
"Nothing." Asher went back to eating.
"Is it only going to be milk?"
"What?"
Asher lifted up his head.
"I was discussing with Priscillia and we came to the conclusion that there is one thing missing. It's wine."
"Wine."
"Yes." Her lips curled upward.
"We should buy them." Asher said halfheartedly.
"How about using your talent on grapes? You have made wheat grow in one month and made the wondrous evergreen olive tree; what about grapes? They would make a great wine and I believe the upgraded one would be exotic."
"Since you mentioned grapes, you must have a recipe."
"I don't but Priscillia does. It's called the blood wine. Its main ingredient is grapes and many nobles of different nations clamour for it. Those who have it are seen as more prominent than the others so if we make ours with special grapes, I believe we can beat them and earn more revenue."
Asher sipped his milk.
"Call Priscillia then. I'm interested in this idea."
......…
The next day, a tall, able-bodied man clad in luxurious attire and a white flowing coat to match his white hair walked into a meeting hall where imposing guards could be found at every corner.
A large table dominated the center of the meeting hall, and around this table were nobles, mostly viscounts, generals, and three iconic figures, which were Liya Tigris, Cain Tigris, who was William firstborn, and Sofia Tigris, the elvin countess of Tigris County!
William assumed his throne and sat down. Everyone was on their feet and it was after he sat down that they also sat down.
"Your Lordship, we have succeeded in the wildlands' conquest and we now have a great army of wildland barbarians known for their fearsome horseback riding skills. With them and the assistance of Duke Nubis, we can begin the grand conquest plan." William's firstborn, Cain, rose up and said with a deep tone.
Before others could start congratulating him on his success, one so great that they might have the forces to swallow a neighboring dukedom, William cleared his throat.
"House Ashbourne… has begun to rise under the rule of that bastard child. They have conquered the northern wasteland."
"Which bastard? Asher?!" Liya's pupils shook.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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