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"Men, you know, they'll be happy as long as you give them this kind of thing."
Frieren was half-kneeling on the floor, holding a purple glass bottle in her hand.
At this moment, Frieren's lips curved slightly, revealing a confident smile.
"Is it a Magic potion?"
Yulian looked curiously at the bottle in Frieren's hand.
Just now, while they were talking, Frieren suddenly hopped off the bed and ran straight towards the box.
After opening the box, Frieren quickly rummaged through it and finally took out this item.
"A potion that only dissolves clothes."
Frieren smiled smugly, her smooth chin slightly raised.
...
Yulian's vision went dark, and he couldn't help but blurt out a flat, emotionless retort without thinking.
"Are you a pervert?"
"Teacher... said so."
Frieren looked at Yulian's reaction, uncertainly brought the Magic potion closer to herself, and examined it carefully.
"Isn't that right?"
Frieren murmured strangely.
So far, not a single thing Flamme had taught her was wrong.
"Of course not!"
Yulian covered his forehead in pain.
What kind of weird master and disciple pair is this!
"Really?"
Frieren furrowed her brows and looked at Yulian with doubt.
"Of course it's real!"
Yulian couldn't help but retort loudly!
How could this be fake!
What man would like this thing!
"Then, if I give it to you, do you want it?"
Frieren tilted her head and asked tentatively.
"I naturally!"
Yulian was about to refuse immediately, but only halfway through speaking did he realize what Frieren had said.
"Give, give, give, give it to me!"
Yulian's eyes widened, and he pointed to himself uncertainly.
"Yes..."
Frieren raised her eyebrows slightly.
"If I give it to you, do you want it?"
That soft female voice seemed to ring in Yulian's ears, making his heart itch.
But Yulian knew!
This was more like the whisper of a devil; Frieren must be testing him!
"I want it!"
Yulian replied without thinking, without the slightest hesitation!
The moment he finished speaking, Yulian was ready to snatch the Magic potion!
However, Frieren was quicker; with just a slight step back, Yulian stumbled and fell miserably in front of her!
"See, don't you like it?"
Frieren's lips curved into a 'hehe' smile.
Men?
I don't understand, but Flamme surely does!
"Who said I was a man..."
Yulian got up and looked at Frieren with annoyance.
Just one step too late...
"Huh?"
Frieren's eyes went dark listening to Yulian's words.
It seemed like she wanted to say, 'Do you even hear yourself?'
"I'm a boy."
Yulian sat cross-legged in front of Frieren, arms crossed, looking smug.
"Tch—"
After listening to Yulian, Frieren immediately rolled her eyes at him and began tidying up the suitcase she had just messed up.
"It's decided, this will be Stark's gift."
Frieren said with a faint smile while tidying up her things.
When giving gifts, you should naturally give something the recipient likes.
Frieren really didn't know what Stark liked, but Stark is a man, right?
Men like this Magic potion, right?
So is there a problem with Stark liking this Magic potion?!
Frieren smiled confidently.
Inequality—solved in seconds!
"Wait, Stark's gift?"
Yulian was stunned, as if he had heard something strange.
"Don't you know it's Stark's birthday today?"
Frieren gave Yulian a strange look, with a hint of doubt.
"This..."
Yulian's mouth twitched.
By the way, is there such a thing as a boy having a birthday?
Seems... there is?
Anyway, I don't.
Yulian rubbed his forehead, feeling a bit of a headache.
Because he didn't celebrate his own birthday, he subconsciously overlooked Stark's birthday.
Only when Frieren mentioned it did Yulian remember.
"So you asked Fern to come to the inn first for this?"
Yulian seemed to have guessed something, saying it with annoyance.
It was as if he was blaming himself for only realizing it now.
"Amazing."
Frieren looked at Yulian, leaning back slightly.
"I didn't expect you to find out too!"
Find out my ass!
Yulian was on the verge of tears.
Anyone with eyes could see you needed Fern for something!
It's just that Yulian didn't expect it to be this!
"Why didn't you say something earlier..."
Yulian glanced at the darkening sky, feeling a bit weary.
He could already imagine Stark's expectant look at him after Frieren and Fern gave him their gifts later...
"Mm-hmm?"
"I thought you knew."
Frieren rested her chin in her hand, showing an expression of watching a good show.
There shouldn't be much time left before Stark and the others return.
"Do you want to take out something new?"
Frieren asked Yulian curiously.
After all, Yulian always brought surprises.
Novel Magic, practical Magic tools, never-before-seen deliciousness, and the novel words he occasionally spoke...
"What new things do I still have..."
Yulian relaxed all over, glanced at the scattered items on the floor, and said helplessly.
After decades of being together, even if there were new things, Frieren had pretty much squeezed them dry.
"Looks like it's nothing special..."
Frieren said with a faint smile, mimicking Yulian's tone in her retort.
Top-tier sarcasm was fully unleashed!
"Don't laugh..."
Yulian glared at Frieren irritably.
"If you dare to give this kind of thing to Stark, just wait for Fern to give you a good 'fruit'."
'Eating good fruit' means 'eating bad fruit'; Frieren understood this point.
It's just that Frieren didn't understand.
"Why?"
Frieren's smile froze on her face.
"I'm giving a gift to Stark, not to Fern?"
"Mm-hmm..."
Yulian smiled smugly, got up, went to a thick book Frieren had dug out, and started flipping through it.
"If you don't believe me, just wait and see."
"Wait, quickly tell me why!"
Frieren furrowed her brows and continued questioning Yulian.
Her intuition told her that if she really gave this thing to Stark...
Fern really seemed like she would get angry!
But she didn't know why!
"Nuh (no) nuh (no) nuh (no)!"
Yulian wagged his index finger, smiling smugly.
"Who told you to 'eat my melon' just now."
"My head hurts..."
Frieren glanced at Yulian's appearance, knew he wasn't reliable, immediately put away the Magic potion, and sat on the edge of the bed to think.
As for accessories, Stark is a boy...
Weapons?
Who gives weapons for a good person's birthday...
As for clothes, it's too late to go buy them now, and besides... I don't know what size clothes Stark wears...
"So difficult!"
Frieren lightly pounded her head with her small fist.
This is dozens of times harder than fighting the Demon Race!
"Haha."
Looking at Frieren like this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"No laughing!"
Frieren glared at Yulian and immediately retorted.
"Aren't you not ready yet either?"
"Really?"
Yulian curled his lips, opened the book he had just picked up to a specific page, and handed it to Frieren.
Frieren took the book, and as her eyes scanned the page Yulian had opened, her pupils couldn't help but widen slightly!
[How to make a hamburger steak is as follows: ...]
Oh right!
Eisen clearly said that whenever it was Stark's birthday, he would make a big hamburger steak for him!
"How about it?"
Yulian's smug voice rang out.
"Not good."
Frieren curled her lips, closed the book and hid it behind her, while she herself blinked her beautiful big eyes and stared at Yulian.
"Your idea is good..."
"But now it's mine."
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