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Chapter 673: Chapter 66: The February 16th Appointment Chapter 673: Chapter 66: The February 16th Appointment Aiwass always found Morgan’s smile unsettling.

But on an intuitive level, he didn’t sense any malice…

and in the game, Morgan was considered a friendly NPC.

She wasn’t just a nonparticipant; she had even been a teammate in the raid on the Shadowy Celestial Marshal.

Just because of that, Aiwass had a foundational level of trust in her.

Moreover, as a fellow fairy of the Path of Love, Morgan’s personality was noticeably more normal than Vivian’s— at least, Morgan wouldn’t heartlessly kill someone she had once loved.

Vivian possessed a strong seeker’s obsession.

Every love she experienced was wholehearted, but also intensely purposeful.

After falling in love with someone, to rid herself of distractions, she would kill them or eliminate them.

This allowed her to love the next person with her entire being.

Morgan’s obsession and desire on the Path of Love were not as strong as Vivian’s.

She had adaptability in other paths, and the Path of Love was merely the most joyful and suitable one for her.

Rather than leveling up, she preferred a carefree lifestyle.

Therefore, she was always leaving her mark everywhere, yet never stayed too long in one place…

a stark contrast to Vivian’s earnestness in love— as long as she liked someone, even if it was just a first meeting, she would passionately pursue them, attempting to be wholehearted lovers for a few nights; but she would decisively leave before truly falling in love, severing all ties.

In short, hook them and book them.

Even the Silver-Crowned Dragon wasn’t an exception.

Therefore, unlike Vivian, Morgan was very well-known in the Material Realm.

Whether it was Vivian, Circe, Isis, or Medea, they were all dangerous Angel Envoys…

purely from a physical standpoint, Morgan was the only fairy harmless to the human body.

Morgan simply relished that “brief yet unforgettable love.” Preferably the kind where after one night, the two would never see each other again—perhaps encountering each other again decades later in a different place, ready to relive the moment spontaneously.

But she would never live an easy, tranquil life with someone.

However, after being briefly loved by such a gentle, beautiful, mature, and perfect goddess, it was generally hard to be attracted to mere mortals of the Material Realm.

Many would even go mad searching for Morgan…

it was rumored that if one accepted Morgan’s advances, their heart would be stolen.

Later on, this nefarious gossip morphed into a witch’s infamy, spreading from “Morgan” to all witches.

But in some ways, this infamy wasn’t far off the mark.

—Because the “Love Elixir” previously seized by Aiwass was a magic potion invented by Morgan.

It was a potion capable of making someone genuinely fall in love with another person—when Morgan couldn’t get what she wanted, she would resolutely use the potion, unwilling to waste her emotions and time.@@novelbin@@

And the “gift” she bestowed with wicked pleasure…

Aiwass’s expression was somewhat complex.

He shook his head and, upon returning to the queen’s study, saw Sherlock returned to his youthful state.

“Yo, you’re here.”

Aiwass stood at the doorway, waved cheerfully at Sherlock, and said, “Long time no see, Detective.

I’m so glad you’re alive.”

“—Pfft.”

Isabel couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Seeing Aiwass’s puzzled look, her laughter, clear as a bell, grew louder.

She laughed uncontrollably, bending forward and backward.

Sherlock covered his forehead, his face a picture of helplessness, and remained silent.

—That’s why I didn’t recognize you at first!

I must say, Isabel really captured the essence of Aiwass…

Aiwass walked over, slightly displeased, wrapped his hands around Isabel’s face from behind, and pinched her soft cheeks into a smile as she made a “wu wu” sound: “What’s so funny?”

“Her Majesty was just imitating you, and I didn’t recognize it at first.”

Sherlock succinctly summarized, “Because that’s what she said when she greeted me.”

Aiwass grunted, rubbed Isabel’s face more firmly, and then moved behind the seated Sherlock, resting his elbow on Sherlock’s shoulder, leaning his upper body’s weight on him: “Lulu, you’ve become much more cheerful.”

“Don’t like it?” Isabel retorted.

“Of course, I like it.”

Aiwass earnestly replied, “You look better smiling.”

Some people like watching girls cry, but he preferred to see them laugh.

Isabel, grinning, stretched out two fingers, forming a shallow smile on her face: “Then I’ll smile more.”

Sherlock expressionlessly pushed Aiwass’s elbow, indicating it was a bit heavy.

But Aiwass shifted to the other side, pressing his forearm on Sherlock’s other shoulder.

This way, the shoulder pain would be more symmetrical.

“What’s your rank?”

Aiwass leaned down and asked Sherlock.

Out of the blue, but Sherlock understood what Aiwass meant.

He laughed reservedly, speaking calmly and melodiously, “That’s naturally first…

the golden trait.”

“Not bad at all, as expected of you,” Aiwass praised, “Good thing we’re not in the same competition, or you’d have a hard time coming first.”

“Tsk…”

This damn Fox.

Sherlock smacked his lips but didn’t refute Aiwass’s words.

“Ah, I only got purple,” Isabel complained, “But luckily, it’s the most crucial ‘Cunning Spell.’

“‘Cunning Spell’ is more useful to you than many golden traits.

It’s not a loss,” Aiwass consoled, “In terms of expectations, Cunning Spell can improve spell effects by nearly half.

Most golden traits can’t match that enhancement rate.”