Chapter 99 [Mrs. Isabel] [Part ]

"This……"

For a moment, Mrs. Isabel and Phoenix fell silent, and both looked at each other somewhat embarrassedly.

Droste's offering was so bizarre that they all felt a little embarrassed.

"I, I, I have to go take care of the dessert shop first..."

Mrs. Isabel left first, with a slightly blushing face.

"Ah, I... I'll go help Mrs. Isabel make desserts. Black Flame Warrior, your strength must have been exhausted. Just take a good rest here."

After saying that, Phoenix also left.

Drost looked at the two of them helplessly and shrugged.

"In that case, I'd better go collect the delicious Krabby Patties from the Krusty Krab."

……

Because of what happened today, the three of them did not stay in the dessert shop for long. After most of the customers had left, Mrs. Isabel closed the dessert shop and returned to the apartment with Drostephtheix.

After dinner, everyone chatted for a while and then returned to their rooms.

However, before returning to the room, Droste also introduced them to Bernadette, who did not come to the room often. Since everyone knew each other, there was no need for any special explanation.

At night, Droste lay in his bed.

Thinking back on what happened today, I suddenly felt a little stressed.

If you completely give up, you may not be able to solve these problems.

Thinking about the three bear-men, their somewhat unbridled expressions, and Mrs. Isabel's somewhat panicked and frightened expression.

If I hadn't gone to the dessert shop today, things might have turned out differently.

Even to the point of hurting the people around you.

This was something Drost did not want to encounter. To Drost, Mrs. Isabel and Phoenix were already half of his family, and he did not want them to be hurt.

Thinking of this, Droste materialized the potion bottle from his own consciousness space.

[Noggenfogger's Potion]: In the great world of Aiglas, this potion can turn you into an undead skeleton. Now, it can cleanse your body of impurities, improve your bone quality, and strengthen your body.

Thinking about his own frail human body, let alone dealing with a crisis like that of the Bear People, even in normal times, when he was interacting with other people, that little bit of physical strength was totally insufficient.

If I don't strengthen my body, I will not be able to do those things even if I want to.

Moreover, Droste calculated his own identity and it seemed that there were a lot of cats around him that needed to be fed.

Although I haven't reached the critical step, my body is really getting worse and worse.

Physical strengthening is an obligation.

"Take it."

Droste took a deep breath at the bottle of potion he was looking at, then gulped the medicine into his own mouth.

As the potion entered his mouth, it turned into a warm and powerful force that flowed down his throat and quickly spread to his limbs and bones.

As the power of the drug spread, Droste's body began to undergo subtle changes. His skin gradually became rosy and shiny, and although his muscle lines did not become more prominent, they became more distinct.

Under the flushing of this force, impurities and toxins in the body are quickly expelled from the body like dust blown away by a strong wind.

I felt like my body was being washed by a torrent, every cell was cheering, as if I was undergoing a thorough baptism.

But he also felt the pain of his body being torn apart. Droste gritted his teeth and endured it silently until half an hour later, when his body's reaction was no longer violent.

He went to the bathroom to check on himself.

The body is warm and in better condition.

The person in the mirror seemed to become more upright, as if he had grown three centimeters taller.

The lines of my body are also more obvious than before, and I can feel that my condition has obviously improved.

But he was very tired, so Droste took a shower and went to bed quickly.

He took one last glance at his attributes before going to sleep.

"Host: Simpson Droste Primo
Intelligence: 7+1 (Physical enhancement also helps learning ability.)
Stamina: 5+2 (You don’t exercise often, so you can use potions to improve your stamina.)
Endurance: 5+2 (Purely based on your endurance, but potions can increase it.)
Charm: 8+0 (Your charm is almost irresistible to the opposite sex.)
Magic power: 0 (Konjac? What Konjac?)"

【Gold coins: 212298 gold coins.】

Points: 1000 points
Props: Invisibility Holy Water*1, Gender Change Potion*2.

Voucher: 1】

[Eyeball of the Bocaster Water Fairy]

[The Favor of the Wind Fairy] [Not Enshrined]

As he expected, these physical improvements really worked on him, and he can now be considered a leader among his peers.

As for the degree of detail of the bones, he was not very clear.

If he could look inward like in fantasy novels, he would know.

However, the fact that he had not been worshipped did make him nervous, and he didn't know whether the Wind Spirit would punish him.

Dragging his tired body, Droste fell asleep in a dizzy state.

……

Unfortunately, not long after I lay down, the door of the room was slowly pushed open.

Under the moonlight, there is a hazy and explosive curve, and the body is hot. The thin veil on the body seems to be see-through, and the body with infinite magic can be seen inside.

Mrs. Isabel walked in slowly, looked at Droste, whose figure was hazy in the faint moonlight, and called out softly.

"Shopkeeper?"

"Are you asleep?"

"You should still be awake..."

The gentle calling voice gradually took on a hint of sad crying, which was very endearing.

Mrs. Isabel couldn't help feeling a little disappointed as she thought about the three difficult bear-men she had encountered today.

If the small shop owner hadn't come to the store to help, I wouldn't have been able to handle the situation by myself. My store would have been damaged, and I wouldn't have been able to operate the store. Even the initial investment would have been lost...

My entire business will be destroyed.

You will become a complete loser.

The more Mrs. Isabel thought about it, the more upset she felt, and the more grateful she became to Droste.

"Shopkeeper... woo woo..."

The voice suddenly began to choke, and the faint crying tone finally woke Droste up.

"Isabelle?"

Droste said doubtfully, and sat up slowly, without putting on any clothes due to the marrow cleansing and bone cleaning.

The skin, shiny and smooth like jade, was revealed from under the fallen quilt.

"Well...shopkeeper..."

Mrs. Isabel suppressed her extremely aggrieved feelings and threw herself straight onto the bed.

She threw herself directly into Droste's arms, hugged him tightly, and kicked off her shoes.

Droste was stunned for a moment as he looked at the tender white bare feet exposed from behind Mrs. Isabel.

What's happening here?
Mrs. Isabel...what's going on...?
"Isabelle...?"

After thinking it over in vain, Droste gently patted Mrs. Isabel's back until the tears fell on his body, bringing a chill.

"Isabelle? I'm here, I'm here, don't cry..."

Patting her back gently, Droste held Mrs. Isabel's soft hair with his other hand, and was a little flustered for a moment.

He had never seen a girl cry in his previous life, so faced with this situation, he felt a little helpless for a moment.

"Thank you...you, little shopkeeper..."

"If it weren't for you... I wouldn't know what to do... wuwu..."

Feeling the skin of his shoulders getting even wetter, Droste hugged Mrs. Isabel and let her bury herself in his neck.

"It's alright, it's alright, everything is resolved... Just work hard from now on, and everything will be fine."

"right……"

"Next, we will... we will run the dessert shop well. After this incident, the business of the dessert shop will definitely get better and better. Don't worry..."

"Well... by then, Isabel can hire someone to run the business and just collect the gold coins at home. She won't have to worry about her life in the future. She will be so happy then..."

"Just thinking about it makes me feel happy and joyful, right?"

As Droster spoke, Mrs. Isabel felt a little sad. That kind of beauty made her look forward to it but also worried.

Can it really be done? Can it really get to that point?

She didn't know and she was very scared.

So she got worse. She cried even harder and harder, as if she wanted to completely release all the bitterness, depression, hardship and sorrow she had accumulated over the years.

“Wuwuwu…Ahhh…”

"Shopkeeper... wuwuwu shopkeeper! Droste!"

Holding Droste tightly in her arms, Mrs. Isabel called out his name.

Her tears fell like pearls from a broken string.

Pear blossoms in the rain, this is the most appropriate way to describe her appearance at the moment.

Mrs. Isabel's shoulders trembled slightly, and every sob seemed to be the sadness welling up from the bottom of her heart, making people want to give her the warmest hug.

"Okay, it's okay. I'm here."

Droste's voice was low and firm, like a ray of sunshine in the night breeze, warm and healing.

He spoke softly, and every word was like a feather falling on my heart, gentle and soothing.

"Don't cry... Isabelle..."

Even a spirit like Mrs. Isabel would get flustered and nervous when encountering something...

"It's okay."

"Uh-huh……"

After crying for a while, Mrs. Isabel's tears gradually stopped. She looked up at Droste with gratitude in her eyes. Her voice was still a little trembling, but she had regained her calm and firmness.

Droste let go of Mrs. Isabel, smiled and shook his head, gently wiped the tears from her face, his eyes full of tenderness and pampering.

"Even if I wasn't involved in today's incident, there would be other solutions. Isabel, don't worry."

"No, if it weren't for the little shopkeeper, I think today would be much worse, terribly bad!"

"How...um..."

Droste wanted to say something else, "It's not a serious matter, don't worry." But Mrs. Isabel blocked his words with her cherry-colored lips, carefully and seriously tasting his taste.

After a brief kiss, Mrs. Isabel lowered her head and buried it in Droste's neck, smelling the faint orange scent on him, and drew circles on Droste's chest with her fingers.

“I am very, very grateful to the small shop owners, and I take my feelings for them very, very seriously… I hope the small shop owners will stop belittling themselves.”

As she spoke, Mrs. Isabel met Droste's dark and deep eyes, which were so deep that they seemed to suck her in.

"The shop owner should be confident that you have been very good to me and showed up at the right time. You know, you are very important to me."

You are important to me.

These words exploded in Droste's heart like a bombshell.

He suddenly felt a strong impact sweeping over him, as if the whole world had stopped at this moment.

My heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if it was about to jump out of my chest.

"Is this so..."

Droste murmured.

"Hmm, yes."

Mrs. Isabel nodded firmly and looked at Droste seriously and sincerely.

The two people's gazes seemed to freeze as they looked at each other, as if they were the only two people in the world.

"thump."

"thump."

The whole room was so quiet that it seemed as if only the sound of heartbeats could be heard.

Mrs. Isabel's heartbeat and Droste's heartbeat, slowly, slowly, finally became the same.

The two of them were silent, and the atmosphere suddenly calmed down.

No, it should be said that another charming and ambiguous atmosphere began to emerge and instantly swept through this small room.

Mrs. Isabel was lost in thought, and suddenly, as if she had touched a branding iron, she retracted her finger at lightning speed.

Just now... I was touching Droste's body... and saying those words...

This is this...

A faint blush began to appear on Mrs. Isabel's pretty face, and her whole body seemed to be filled with shame and anger, and she reacted quickly.

Her light golden hair was loose and tied into a thick braid, which could not completely cover her pointed and blushing ears.

It was hot, and my body started to feel hot too.

Mrs. Isabel, kneeling on the bed, shifted her legs uncomfortably, with a hint of uneasiness and eagerness in her request.

"Little...little shopkeeper..."

"Yeah...I'm here."

Droste gently took her hand, his heart also filled with that burning emotion.

"I... I'm thinking about something... the shopkeeper." Mrs. Isabel held his hand tightly, but her palms were sweating and sticky.

"What's going on?"

Droste reached out his hand, smoothed down her falling hair, and asked in a deep voice.

Mrs. Isabel lowered her head with shyness, and she had to summon all her courage to say these words.

"It's just... no... we agreed... on Tuesday..."

Her voice became lower and lower, and Mrs. Isabel's face turned red as if blood was dripping out. Her other hand was pinching the bed sheet, twisting it nervously.

"But...but..."

After hearing this, Droste suddenly had a bad feeling.

Although Droste didn't have such a strong desire for this kind of thing, it didn't feel good to be stood up.

So Mrs. Isabel wanted to tell him these things?

I'm going to be stood up by Coo Coo Coo! ?

Droste didn't know either.

He clenched his hand, which seemed to have no bones, and felt the delicate and smooth skin on it.

"Mrs. Isabel, please say whatever you want to say. It doesn't matter. After all, we are all family, right?"

As he said this, Droste smiled at Mrs. Isabel.

"No!"

Unexpectedly, when Mrs. Isabel heard this, she became very excited and stopped him immediately.

"I...I don't want to become a family with the little shop owner..."

"I……"

Mrs. Isabel retorted excitedly, but her voice became smaller and smaller.

She didn't say that sentence after all.

Yes, she is already a wife in the elves, while the shop owner is still very young and has plenty of time to fall in love with other people and do what they love most.

She is an elf and he is a human. Even if their love has matured, worldly views make it impossible for them to become a legal couple registered in Monk City.

I have obviously been treated gently by the shop owner, and like everyone else, I can see the shop owner in the morning and have him say good night to me before going to bed at night.

Why must we be so demanding of this identity?
Mrs. Isabel, you are really not satisfied at all?

Mrs. Isabel heaved a deep sigh inwardly.

"What's wrong? Tell me if you have anything to say. I'm willing to listen."

Droste looked at the beauty in front of him, his expression gradually changed from excitement to depression, and finally to relief.

And the sentence about becoming a good family was fiercely refuted by him.

But what about the follow-up? Nothing was said about it.

The seed of curiosity was buried in Droste's heart, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Nothing, little shopkeeper."

Mrs. Isabel shook her head and put all those bad feelings behind her.

She seemed to have made a huge decision, and her peach blossom eyes were already filled with mist.

He clasped his arms and held Droste tightly in his arms.

Then, Mrs. Isabel spoke softly in Droster's ear, with infinite shyness and reserve.

And emotions that are as difficult to vent as a volcano, emotions that will erupt at the slightest touch.

She said, "Shopkeeper...how about...let's make today the day of our appointment? I don't want to...obey..."

"I just want to be with you……"

(End of this chapter)