Chapter 205 - 88. Miracle of Love

Chapter 205: 88. Miracle of LoveMr. Fischer led Moli out behind him and gazed distantly at the conference building where the accident had occurred. The Nali police had already sealed off the place and brought a construction team to break through the first floor, discovering the Super Ring Magic carved into the water pipes.

But since Mr. Fischer had disrupted the magic, it had become blurry and evidently lost its original effectiveness.

The Nali police had categorized the incident as a terrorist attack orchestrated by the Witch Research Association, this cult organization, according to Prince Luosang’s description, and reported this conclusion to the Council, which led to this afternoon’s radio broadcast.

Tomorrow, the New Party would also hold a news conference since there hadn’t been any official responses over the past few days, and Nali’s media was full of wild speculation with all sorts of outrageous reports coming out.

For example, one newspaper suggested that the attack was due to a Schwali scholar coveting the beauty of a Nali official gentleman, thereby using magic to lock everyone inside and so forth... all kinds of absurd speculations were flying around.

This was also thanks to the New Party’s implementation of liberal policies in various fields, so Nali’s media was often sensational. If they knew they couldn’t tell lies, then there wouldn’t be so many media reports each year about sea monsters and scandals involving popular actresses.

Mr. Fischer, holding his hand cane, thus asked Moli behind him,

"Is it alright for me to decide where we eat this time?"

"Yes! I will happily eat anything provided by Mr. Fischer."

Hearing about good food, Moli’s eyes brightened up, showing her anticipation for the evening meal.

For those races that worshipped Ramasitia, food seemed more like a cycle of life; although it was a cycle, it was also an indispensable part, hence they greatly respected food and showed no signs of wastage—that’s why she made such a misleading statement.

The reason Mr. Fischer said he would decide where to eat was because he wanted to check on Carolina and Luosang; after all, he had promised her that she would get out safely after it was done. If she really couldn’t... tempt Prince Luosang, then his own clues about the relic would be wasted.

Mr. Fischer planned to have dinner at a restaurant next to the Saint Nali Theatre. Since the play had a fixed schedule, he would just see how things went between the two.

Moli and he then took a carriage at the gate. Originally, the Nali police wanted to seal the school, but they abandoned the idea at the suggestion of Prince Luosang.

The situation was not much different from when they had previously left the school to buy Magic Materials, it was just that this time they knew they were directly heading to a restaurant, and Moli, excited, swung her legs back and forth while sitting on the seat, much like a little cat waiting to be fed wagging its tail, both with a very happy demeanor.

In Mr. Fischer’s imagination, Whale-man Species in the sea trench just lay in front of their houses every day, perhaps sometimes going out for an exchange, but other than Moli’s mother and aunt, they barely moved around, just waiting for other Ocean Subhumans to drop fish down periodically, and then they would catch it with their mouths?

That scene was too beautiful, and somewhat hard to accept.

Mr. Fischer guessed that there must be specific people below collecting those fallen fish and then distributing them to every Whale-man Species who didn’t want to move.

This begging-like lifestyle was clearly not right, and the reason why they stayed near Ramasitia’s trench was also unclear; just being able to hear voices from Ramasitia and living in the trench all the time wasn’t a plausible reason.

Mr. Fischer suspected more; the Whale-man race living above the trench of Ramasitia definitely had other purposes, it’s just that Moli either didn’t know or was unwilling to tell him, a human.

With such thoughts, Mr. Fischer and Moli finally got off the carriage near the Saint Nali Opera House.

Due to the recent conclusion of Gedelin Festival, the streets were adorned with many banners celebrating it. Nali’s people walked past, their faces expressing joy, as Gedelin Festival was an important annual celebration in Nali commemorating the birthday of Gedelin I, with many shops and venues offering discounts.

It seemed that Pink Hall was also taking part in the excitement with promotional packages.

Mr. Fischer sent off a letter meant for Elizabeth and then prepared to take Moli to try some Schwali dishes, since he had just met with Schwali scholars. There was conveniently a good Schwali restaurant near the Opera House.

Schwali flavors were strong, and their dishes had a smokey, fiery essence—at par with their country’s nickname "Sun Country." Mr. Fischer, in his youth, loved these flavors, but now he could only tolerate dishes made by Martha.

Thus, Mr. Fischer only tasted a little and let Moli eat to her heart’s content.

I forgot to mention, a notable feature of Schwali cuisine was its large, filling, and value-for-money portions—an economical tactic conceived by Mr. Fischer, otherwise Moli’s appetite would quickly bankrupt him eating the delicate dishes from Kado and Nali.

"Is it tasty?"

"Hmm..."

Moli lifted her head from the massive Schwali steak, her cheeks puffed out like a hamster during festivities, her cute appearance bringing a smile to Mr. Fischer. He handed her a napkin to catch.

After Moli finished chewing her food, she wiped her mouth, her cheeks tinted with blush.

Beforehand, Milica and Isabella had mentioned that a Nali Lady maintains graceful movements while dining. Although Moli had always been unable to do so and didn’t mind, Isabella and Milica had said her eating habits weren’t unsightly. Yet now, in front of Mr. Fischer, she suddenly became conscious of her dining etiquette.

Oh, no, she had been mindful at first, but the food was so fragrant that she eventually forgot...

Mr. Fischer reached for another serving of mashed potatoes. While Moli was busy eating, he glanced through the glass window outside. The time for the play was approaching, and he was looking for Carolina or Prince Luosang.

It wasn’t long before he saw Carolina standing under a street lamp adorned with gold patterns, dressed in a classic black lady’s gown, her hands clasped behind her back, a tranquil look on her face as if waiting for someone. Many gentlemen passing by couldn’t help but stare at her beauty, wondering who the beautiful lady was waiting for.

He wondered where she got her dress as Mr. Fischer took a bite of mashed potatoes, silently observing Carolina. Moli also noticed where Mr. Fischer was looking and saw the woman standing by the roadside.

Huh, was that the female waiter from "Magic" inside? Seemed like she was a human sent to protect the prince?

Before long, Prince Luosang, dressed in a Nali suit, appeared on the street.

Previously, his attire was of Schwali style, which was quite different from Nali’s, but he looked good, so wearing a Nali suit didn’t feel out of place. Nali clothing didn’t accentuate the figure, which slightly obscured Prince Luosang’s naturally wild muscles, making him look more gentlemanly.

Prince Luosang approached Carolina and extended his hand as if to ask for hers, but Carolina glanced at him and ignored him, walking towards the opera house on her own, while Luosang, not offended, silently followed behind her.

Not bad, Carlo.

Mr. Fischer wasn’t sure if Carolina was just being herself or if she knew that this demeanor was exactly what Luosang would fall for. How come her demeanor seemed to endear her more to Luosang?

"They... they’re in love? The waiter and the prince?"

Moli, biting on her fork, watched the two walking side by side further and further away along with Mr. Fischer, as if they were following a drama series.

But as she watched, Moli couldn’t help feeling puzzled. She knew humans had social distinctions; otherwise, her classmates wouldn’t respect her roommate, Isabella, so much, to the point where ordinary male students didn’t dare come close to her.

Because she was a princess of a nation.

By the same token, a prince from Schwali should be equally esteemed. Why then was he dating a waiter?

Moli expressed her curiosity, leaving Mr. Fischer momentarily taken aback as her words suddenly reminded him of his own past with Elizabeth in the university, a story of an orphan and a princess.

At the end of the day, he had also struggled due to the enormous difference in their statuses, but ultimately, Mr. Fischer approached her because of love and also distanced himself from her as love faded...

Looking at the crowd in the distance, Mr. Fischer profoundly sighed,

"In Saint Nali, love stories are not uncommon, and the general framework of these stories remains the same. Tested by various setbacks, they create miracles through unwavering love. There’s no standard format to love; love itself is the only answer."

Hmm, was the explanation Mr. Fischer gave about Prince Luosang’s affection for the Artificial Witch reasonable?

Mr. Fischer didn’t look at Moli, but his words resonated slightly with her.

So Saint Nali was a city of miracles, where love could overcome many obstacles, even those as significant as differences in status...

If it was about affection, could it overcome the difference between teacher and student, or between human and Whale-man?

Moli wasn’t sure of the answer; she just chewed on the steak in her mouth and pondered.

After she devoured three servings of steak without Mr. Fischer ordering her another—she really had eaten a lot and seemed somewhat still unfulfilled—the play was about to start, and Mr. Fischer needed to monitor the situation with the Artificial Witch throughout, so he reluctantly interrupted her dining.

He handed her a paper voucher issued by Saint Nali University, an employee benefit previously mentioned. To attract enough teachers to lecture, the principal had truly pulled out all the stops, a tactic shared earlier by Roger, which he and Selena often used to get tickets to visit the opera house.

He could also keep some for future visits to the theatre with Renie, but today, he would invite Moli as a form of apology.

Moli, her cheeks flushed, accepted the paper voucher from Mr. Fischer, then straightened her clothes and followed him to the opera house.

It was getting dark, but under the street lights, the golden patterns of the Gedelin Festival symbol still fluttered in the wind. A gentleman wearing a hat and holding a hand cane, alongside a strikingly beautiful girl, also entered the building twinkling with lights.