Yarra's Adventure Notes-Chapter 1470 - 256 Pannis’s Gift

"So, you really came here with doubts." Nellie pondered thoughtfully for a moment, then suddenly extended her hand to Pannis and said with a smile, "Give it here."

"Give what?" Pannis looked bewildered, staring at Nellie’s somewhat rough palm. He tilted his head, thought for a moment, then made a fist with his right hand and placed it in Nellie’s palm, tentatively asking, "Like this?"

"Snap." Nellie slapped his hand away irritably, and said with a laugh and a cry, "Do you think I want to shake hands with you? Are you a dog? Even then, you should at least sit down to look the part. Stop fooling around and hand it over."

"Ah, you, can’t you show a bit of dignity in front of others like you usually do? Doesn’t the virtue of a knight include honesty? Doesn’t honesty mean aligning your thoughts with your actions?" Pannis sounded like he was complaining, but the joyful expression on his face and the thick affection in his eyes made it clear he was thoroughly enjoying their long-missed, delightful little interaction, "The way you make others think you’re so great when you’re actually unreasonable, that’s fraud."

"Who said honesty means aligning your thoughts with your actions? Then what do you make of self-discipline?" Nellie rolled her eyes and snorted, "Like right now, you’re deliberately provoking me, I really want to hit you, so should I align my thoughts with my actions and start throwing punches?"

"Hey, cool it, will you?" Pannis noticed the dangerous glance in his lover’s eyes which seemed quite ready to act on her thoughts, so he backpedaled using both hands and feet, escaping from Nellie’s side. He watched her warily and said with dissatisfaction, "I think you just want an excuse to hit me a few times."

"Nonsense, I don’t need to look for an excuse to do that; I can do it anytime." Nellie threatened Pannis by waving her fist, but couldn’t help laughing out loud. She reproached him, "It’s all your fault. My heroic image is ruined. I don’t care, just give it to me now."

"It was you who destroyed your own image, and you blame me? Fine, fine, I got it, will giving it to you do?" Pannis muttered a string of complaints, but his hands moved quickly. He picked up the backpack he had thrown aside, rifled through it for a moment, and took out a familiar-looking bottle to hand over, "Here, Mackinway wine, vintage 358. I tricked it from a crafty old merchant, but with his wealth, he wouldn’t even miss this bit."

"Oh, the best vintage." Nellie snatched the wine bottle, clutched it happily to her chest, rubbed the bottle against her cheek, and said dreamily, "It’s definitely Mackinway wine. I feel like I can smell the fragrance of the wine through the bottle. I knew it, if you had doubts from the start, you would’ve prepared this for me. Quick, the cups, I can’t wait any longer. After more than a hundred years, I’ve almost forgotten what it tastes like."

"I would have brought it even without doubt," Pannis said as he casually tossed the item over, continuing to rummage through his backpack and occasionally pushing a few items toward Nellie: "Here, pasfruits I just picked a few days ago. I still don’t like their texture, really don’t understand why you enjoy them. This, red rice pudding from that little shop in the Holy City, the fried fish steaks and boiled snow jade roots were all eaten by me along the way, only the red rice pudding remains. Okay, okay, the truth is that fried fish steaks are inedible once cold, and snow jade roots are not convenient to carry, so I only brought the red rice pudding. I had to clutch that shop owner’s legs and beg for ten days before he agreed to make it just for me. Don’t look at me like that, sigh, I admit I hugged his thighs and pleaded. This should suffice, right? And then, crispy bread from the Country of Sand, ting ting, the sound it makes when it pops is just like it’s made of the same material as my sword. I suspect if you threw it back into the furnace, it could be reforged into a different shape. Every time I see you eat this, I worry about your teeth. With crispy bread, how can we go without cuisha fruit jam? Elf-made cuisha fruit jam and crispy bread are like two sides of a coin, inseparable from each other. I remember that’s exactly what you said, so when I left the Elven Royal Court, I sneaked into that old bastard’s cellar and filled a bottle. He has so much of it, he definitely won’t notice it’s missing. Oh, right, this, fried rodent bones, you used to fight with me over these every day, but they do taste good. As long as you control the fire well, they can be fried to a perfect crispness, practically a snack. Too bad these weren’t made by a Dwarf master chef, but by me sneaking around and frying them last night in my room, so they’re still crunchy. And this is..."

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"It’s nothing. Since I knew you might still have control over your body, I had to prepare all this. But even if you really were suppressed by Danacus, I would have prepared them anyway. I always thought, what if you suddenly overcame him? What if you regained control at the last moment? What if right before the end, you suddenly wanted to eat..." Pannis’s voice suddenly choked up as he spoke, he covered his mouth and turned away, leaving Nellie with only his back, unable to say another word.

"Kyle, Kyle," Nellie called his name softly, heartbroken: "You really have... gone through a lot."

"It’s nothing. I know you must have your reasons for doing this," Pannis turned back after a while, showing a consoling smile to Nellie: "Don’t worry, I’m okay. I was just a bit overwhelmed at the thought of you being safe and sound."

"Well, as long as you’re okay." Even though Nellie knew Pannis couldn’t possibly be as fine as he said, she still pretended to believe his comforting words, trying to keep the expression on her face as natural as possible: "It’s just like you to understand me, knowing that what I’ve suffered most over the years is not being able to eat these things. Now at last, I can be satisfied."

"Hmph, as if I didn’t know you, you’re even greedier than I am, and pickier too," Pannis said, as if nothing had happened, arranging the food he had brought orderly in front of Nellie. Only then did he sit back down beside her, resting his chin in his hands as he looked at her.

Nellie carefully poured herself a glass of wine, expertly swirling the glass before her, greedily sniffing the fragrance that emanated from it. Then, she pinched a fried rodent bone and put it into her mouth, crunching it noisily when she suddenly asked, unclearly, "So when did you figure it out?"