Chương 602: Chapter 600 I Will Finish Your Mission
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At this moment, the dissatisfaction in Beatrice's heart gradually transformed into anger.
Because of Fang Li's expression of regret in his eyes.
Although Beatrice didn't know why Fang Li was looking at her like that, she felt a surge of anger rising within her heart.
So, with a suppressed voice full of anger, Beatrice made a declaration to Fang Li.
"If you look at Betty with that expression again, Betty won't be polite to you."
This wasn't a joke.
With the utterance of these words, ripples of magic power began to emanate from around Beatrice.
Originally, Beatrice wasn't a very patient person.
Coupled with spending four hundred years confined to the forbidden book library, never interacting with outsiders, and consistently adhering to a reclusive path, it's easy to see that Beatrice's temper wasn't very good.
Otherwise, at their first meeting, Beatrice wouldn't have launched an attack just because of a few words from Fang Li.
So, Beatrice's words were definitely not a joke, but a warning.
In this situation, Fang Li's expression did indeed change.
It no longer carried regret but was replaced by calmness.
Although Fang Li hadn't known Beatrice for long, during Fang Li's one-month stay at Roswaal's mansion, their communication was scarce. They rarely met, with Fang Li only having the opportunity to see Beatrice when he came to pick up a book to read. But Beatrice at least knew that.
For Fang Li, such calmness was the most common expression.
However, as Fang Li watched, Beatrice's anger didn't subside but instead seemed to rise higher and higher.
That kind of behavior was just like that of a child.
When you pay attention to a child, they find you annoying.
But when you don't, they think you don't want to be with them or play with them and complain about it.
Now, Beatrice was in that state of mind.
So, at this moment, regardless of Fang Li's behavior, Beatrice wanted to vent her anger.
Because...
"Because it's time for you to vent too."
Fang Li suddenly spoke.
"After spending four hundred years confined to this forbidden book library just for a piece of contract, you indeed have the privilege to vent."
Fang Li's sudden speech first stunned Beatrice, and then finally ignited the anger within her heart.
"You...!" Beatrice exclaimed loudly. "What do you know about Betty?!"
Beatrice's emotions were completely out of control.
With a "wēng" sound, magic power in the air completely began to fluctuate.
And Beatrice's body began to radiate a vast amount of magic power, causing the entire forbidden book library to tremble slightly.
Just as Fang Li said, Beatrice indeed needed to vent.
Vent the loneliness of four hundred years.
Vent the solitude of four hundred years.
Vent the waiting of four hundred years.
Vent the suppression of four hundred years.
Of course, Beatrice knew she didn't have the privilege to vent.
No, it should be said that she didn't have the privilege to vent to Fang Li.
Because Fang Li hadn't done anything wrong.
Even so, the ignited emotions couldn't be easily suppressed, making Beatrice's breathing somewhat rapid.
If this continued, Beatrice absolutely wouldn't be able to control herself. Would she really lay hands on Fang Li?
Until Fang Li's next words resonated clearly throughout the entire forbidden book library.
"Alright, it's decided."
Fang Li seemed to make a judgment, raising his eyes to look at Beatrice and announcing the end of this farce with these words.
"Your mission will be ended by me."
As these words echoed throughout the forbidden book library, the surrounding magic power stagnated.
Beatrice widened her eyes.
In her eyes, as blue and beautiful as planets, there was shock.
"You..."
Beatrice's voice trembled with extreme astonishment.
However, at this moment, Fang Li had already turned around, preparing to leave.
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At this moment, Beatrice did something she would never have done before.
"Wait a moment!"
It was almost like a screaming sound.
In the voice, there was unprecedented urgency and unimaginable pleading.
Shortly afterward, Fang Li's hem was grabbed.
Grabbed by a hand as small as a child's.
And it was tight.
Fang Li could feel the hand gripping him tightly trembling uncontrollably.
But Fang Li didn't turn back.
Only Beatrice's trembling voice reached Fang Li's ears.
"You... could it be that you're 'That Person'?"
In this voice, there was hope bordering on desperation.
Like a dying person grasping at a straw for life, reaching out to Fang Li.
And once this hand was caught, it would be impossible to let go.
Unless Fang Li shook it off.
So, Fang Li finally turned around slowly.
Only to see Beatrice tightly gripping Fang Li's clothes, looking up at Fang Li with elements on her little face that had never been there before.
Anxiety.
Doubt.
Hope.
Fear.
And a plea that no one else could perceive.
These emotions, one after another, appeared on Beatrice's previously cold and rejecting charming face, vividly imprinting themselves on Fang Li's eyes.
This was Beatrice's true feelings.
Only now, at this moment, did Beatrice truly reveal herself to Fang Li.
A frightened, afraid-of-rejection, afraid-of-being-shaken-off, afraid-of-being-left-alone child.
It's easy to imagine just how important 'That Person' in Beatrice's mouth was to this young spirit girl.
To this, Fang Li said nothing, only extending his hand to pat Beatrice's head gently.
"Ah..."
Beatrice showed an expression of incredulity as if she were dreaming.
Until Fang Li's next words.
"I know you've been waiting for four hundred years."
While gently caressing Beatrice's head, Fang Li spoke softly with a tenderness that hadn't been there before.
"In that case, then please bear with it a little longer..."
"Just bear with it a little longer, wait a little while longer..."
With that said, Fang Li gently freed himself from Beatrice's grasp, waved his hand, and left the forbidden book library directly.
This time, Beatrice didn't chase after him.
In her eyes, there was an overwhelming sense of hope.
A hope she had never felt before.
"Just wait a little longer..."
In the quiet forbidden book library, Beatrice's helpless and hopeful voice, like that of a child separated from its mother, softly rang out.
"Will everything be alright if I wait a little longer?"
"Betty, have you really waited?"
"Mother..."
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