"Aunt, you didn't hit your head on anything, did you?" asked Arthur as he took a deep breath.
He suddenly felt that Isabel had gone completely mad.
"You don't dare the things you start yourself," Isabel said, continuing her nonsense.
"Aunt!" Arthur called out to her, hoping she would come to her senses.
Unfortunately it didn't seem to work at all.
"Young man, you interest me quite a bit," she added.
Arthur's parted lips froze at that.
He wondered if she was possessed to say such a thing.
The problem was that she wasn't drunk now, so she should be sober and have control over what she was doing.
Fortunately, after saying that, she lowered her hands from his shoulders.
With a smile, she said, "come on, let's find some good fish to cook."
She signaled for Arthur to step up.
Surprisingly enough, her hand grabbed his, holding his palm so that they were holding hands again.
"Aunt, aren't you afraid of other people's misunderstanding?" asked Arthur in a hesitant tone.
Isabel looked at him and responded with a smile.
"Isn't that what you want?"
Arthur, "..."
Because he felt that something was really wrong, he finally put his hand on her forehead, trying to find if there was a foreign object inside her head.
"What are you doing?" Isabel asked.
"Checking you," Arthur replied.
Unfortunately, there was really nothing wrong with Isabel's head.
The woman laughed again, a very charming-looking laugh.
"Come on, you're too shy, doesn't this feel warm?" She said.
After saying that, she was even bolder, leaning her head on his shoulder.
People who saw them probably had no doubt that they had a special relationship. And since Isabel is obviously much older, one cannot help but think about a sugar mommy and her sugar baby.
This was truly a situation that made Arthur finally realize that he could only cry.
"Wow, look at these fish!" Isabel stopped her steps when she saw a wooden box filled with freshwater fish, not big but not small either.
They were obviously the kind that were very convenient for frying.
"Old man, give me 3 kilos of these fish," Isabel said to the rather elderly vendor.
The old man looked at Isabel and Arthur in turn, wondering how they had appeared in the fish market.
This was common for Vera City, of course. However, people like them usually came to shopping malls and entertainment centers, not fish markets.
At this hour, they were usually still fast asleep.
Of course, as a European, the man was used to not asking others anything no matter how strange they were.
He put some fish into a plastic bag, weighing it before handing it to Isabel.
"60 Euros," he said.
"Expensive," Isabel said suddenly even as she took out the money.
"Everything is expensive now," the old man replied.
He seemed to be used to price protests so he was able to react calmly.
Arthur and Isabel proceeded to another vendor.
They bought several types of fish, as well as fresh vegetables which were sold in the market.
In just a few moments, there were many plastic bags in their hands.
"Do you still not have the Space Artifact?" asked Isabel, visibly annoyed at having so much baggage.
Of course, at this point they couldn't hold hands anymore.
Arthur shook his head in response.
He also really wanted the Space Artifact, unfortunately there were no materials to make it.
With his current strength, he could basically make it as long as the materials were available.
When he left the fish market, the sky was already quite clear.
"We're not walking, are we?" asked Isabel once again as she looked around.
There were more and more cars passing by, but the real problem was that it was very far from their residence.
"Of course, we'll fly," Arthur replied.
It wouldn't be difficult since he could make them almost invisible.
He then led Isabel to an empty alley.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
He waved his hand and all the plastic bags he and Isabel were carrying flew away.
They then became vague.
After that, Arthur grabbed Isabel's hand.
A faint light emanated from his body and also enveloped Isabel's body.
They could still see each other clearly, but others would not be able to see them unless they were near them.
"Time to fly," Arthur said.
"Wait!" However, just as Arthur was about to take a step into the air, Isabel suddenly stopped him.
"What's wrong, aunt?" asked Arthur.
"I'm tired of standing, carry me," she replied.
"What?" Arthur looked like he had misheard.
On the other hand, Isabel didn't answer, she took action.
She placed both hands on his shoulders.
Not stopping there, she even wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Now lift my back," she said with a faint smile.
Arthur rolled his eyes, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Actually he wanted to ask how a magus like her could be exhausted standing up, but obviously she could easily make excuses, especially since she didn't sleep at all last night.
After a few moments of silence, he finally did as he wanted, rather than things getting worse.
Slowly, his hand held the back of her waist.
When he pushed it up, her body immediately lifted up. It was so light that it seemed like she was made of plastic.
Of course, that was natural as her body was indeed slender.
For a moment, Isabel's lips parted, as if she was surprised by the position.
She glanced down, discovering that Arthur's legs were beginning to float in the air.
Whoosh!
Arthur became faster, reaching a height of a hundred meters in an instant.
The wind was blowing hard enough now that Isabel's hair was blowing, some of it hitting Arthur in the face.
"You're not uncomfortable, are you?" he asked when he wanted to move.
Isabel replied with a faint smile, "no, of course. It's actually very comfortable. No wonder so many women like you, I must admit you have a knack for giving women a sense of comfort."
Arthur wasn't sure how to react to her words. Not wanting her to keep talking, he finally chose to move, even deliberately increasing the speed to make talking less uncomfortable.
Isabel chose not to speak again, but she seemed to really enjoy flying with Arthur.
She occasionally looked at the people below and occasionally looked at Arthur's face, then laughed softly.
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