I traveled through time and space and became the Archbishop of Stormwind!

Chapter 663 A Precious Gift

Having made their decision, the two no longer hesitated and began clearing the guards from the outer circular platform as quickly as autumn leaves.

However, this cleanup campaign almost became a one-woman show for Stellagra.

After a little guidance from Elwin, this blue dragon spellweaver demonstrated an amazing learning ability and tactical execution.

She first deliberately attracted the attention of a group of arcane constructs, then used her agile movements to gather them together.

Just as the enemy was about to surround her, a flash of blue light appeared around her—an ice barrier!

The person was instantly enveloped in indestructible ice, which blocked all attacks and caused the monsters to gather around the ice coffin.

The next second, the instant the ice barrier dissipated, she lightly stomped her jade-like foot on the ground—Frost Nova!

A chilling ice ring suddenly erupted from her center, instantly freezing all the surrounding enemies in place, turning them into ice sculptures of various shapes!

Almost at the same time that the Ice Ring took effect, she had already appeared at a safe distance using Blink.

She hovered in mid-air, her hands moving gracefully and swiftly, chanting ancient dragon language.

In an instant, dark clouds gathered over the area where the enemy was gathered, and a biting wind howled down—a blizzard!

Countless sharp icicles and ice crystals containing destructive energy cascaded down like a waterfall, striking precisely the heads of the frozen, immobile enemies!

The ice sculptures shattered under the violent impact of the ice crystals, and the arcane construct exploded after flashing an unstable light, utterly annihilating the monsters...

The entire cleanup process was fluid and seamless, with control, displacement, and bursts of power executed flawlessly, showcasing the artistry and efficiency of magical combat.

Even without Elwin's intervention, the monsters in the arena had already been wiped out.

As the battle ended, Stella landed lightly on the ground, the chill lingering around her not yet completely dissipated, her long blue hair swaying slightly in the aftershocks of the arcane magic.

She tried to maintain a calm expression, but her slightly raised chin and her blue eyes, sparkling with expectation, clearly said, "Praise me!"

She walked up to Elwin and asked casually, "How was it? That combo I just used... uh, was pretty smooth? Pretty impressive, right?"

She was hoping Alvin would utter praise like "brilliant" or "breathtaking."

Alvin crossed his arms and looked at the blue dragon lady in front of him who was clearly very proud but insisted on pretending to be calm. He couldn't help but want to tease her.

He deliberately stroked his chin, looked her up and down, then nodded seriously, giving Stella an evaluation that made her freeze instantly: "Hmm, not bad. That's quite seductive."

"Fashionable...stylish?!"

Stella's smug expression froze instantly, replaced by disbelief, shock, and shame. Her fair cheeks flushed crimson at a visible speed.

"You! What nonsense are you spouting! How am I being flirtatious?!"

She jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, both anxious and angry, her voice trembling with grievance: "I... I haven't even spoken to more than five male friends! I've always been diligent in my research of magic, strictly adhering to the etiquette of a magic weaver, and my speech and behavior have always been impeccable! You... how dare you call me promiscuous!"

She grew angrier as she spoke, even reaching out to pinch Alvin's arm. Her eyes were red, as if she had been greatly insulted, and tears were about to fall.

Alvin was stunned by her intense reaction, and only after feeling a sharp pain in his arm did he realize the problem—cultural differences!

He quickly dodged her dragon claw attacks while suppressing a laugh and hurriedly explaining, "Stop, stop, stop! It's a misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding! Stella, let me explain!"

He grabbed her wrist as she attacked him, trying to make his expression appear utterly sincere: "In the Eastern Kingdoms, especially in the cultures of humans and some dwarves and gnomes, the word 'skillful' is a compliment when used to describe someone's technique or action! It means praise!"

Stella stopped struggling, but still stared at him with a suspicious and aggrieved look, clearly not believing him.

Alvin quickly gave examples: "For instance, if a butcher is exceptionally skilled at butchering cattle, separating the meat from the bone with a single, clean cut, we would describe his knife skills as very elegant! Or, if a knight's ability to ride a warhorse is superb, allowing him to move freely through a vast army, we would praise his riding skills as very elegant!"

"In short, 'fengsao' means to praise someone's skills as having reached a certain level of perfection, full of effortless and graceful beauty!"

He looked at Stella's widening eyes and concluded, "When I said you were 'flashy,' I was praising your ice magic combo for being so skillful, perfectly timed, and incredibly effective—it was full of technique and visual appeal! It was one of the highest levels of praise! I absolutely didn't mean to imply anything... uh... improper behavior!"

Stella listened blankly to his explanation, her anger and grievances receding like the tide, replaced by a bright red! Her cheeks turned red all the way to her ears, and even her neck was tinged with a light pink.

She abruptly pulled her hand away from Alvin's grasp, turned around, leaving him only with her back flushed red. Her voice was barely audible, filled with utter embarrassment: "You people from the Eastern Continent... the way you praise people is really, really weird!"

However, Alwin was surprised by Stella's words that she had blurted out in her haste.

He temporarily ignored the slight pain from being pinched on his arm and asked curiously, "Wait, you just said that you've really had less than five men with whom you've had a proper conversation? How is that possible? Don't you blue dragons have any social skills?"

Stella and Elwin bickered for a while, their cheeks still flushed, but when the topic turned to the habits of blue dragons, she tried her best to adopt the serious attitude of a spellweaver: "We blue dragons are different from those dragons who only like to think with their muscles and wander around the world. Studying magic and exploring the ultimate mysteries of arcane arts is the eternal right path."

Her tone carried an academic pride.

"There's simply not enough time to roam freely in the vast ocean of magic and explore the truths of the world. There's no time to be bothered by other trivial matters."

She turned her face slightly and began to recount: "Like me... besides my father, my grandfather, the great spellweaver Malygos, I've only spoken to the big guy and... you, like this."

Upon hearing this, Elwin exaggeratedly feigned surprise, pointing to his nose: "Wow! So, I'm really that lucky? To actually make it into the top five of Miss Stellagosa's 'List of Valuable Conversations'? What an honor!"

Stella felt a little embarrassed by his playful antics and muttered under her breath, as if to herself, "Of course... he took away someone's most precious thing..."

Her voice was extremely soft, like a mosquito's buzz, but at that moment Alvin's ears were exceptionally sensitive.

"Huh? What did you say? What did I take away?"

Erwin leaned closer, a mischievous smile on his face, pretending not to have heard clearly.

"What did I take from you? I don't remember taking anything from you. Could it be your treasured magic notebook?"

"you!"

Stella was both ashamed and anxious when she saw that he not only didn't remember but was also pretending to be stupid. Her face, which had just calmed down a little, turned red again, and she reached out to pinch him again.

This time, Alvin skillfully dodged her. He watched as her eyes reddened with embarrassment and anger, as if she were about to cry. Finally, he stopped teasing her and burst into a hearty laugh.

"Hahaha! Let me clarify, Stella! I didn't 'take' it from you that day, you insisted on giving it to me! I didn't ask for it! With your stubbornness, I couldn't refuse even if I wanted to, hahaha!"

"You, you bastard!" Stella finally couldn't hold back anymore, tears welling up in her eyes. She turned around and wanted to escape from this place that made her feel ashamed and furious.

Just as she turned around, Alvin suddenly stopped laughing, and with nimble and gentle movements, reached out from behind, firmly wrapped his arms around her waist, and gently pulled her into his embrace, preventing her from escaping.

Stella stiffened and struggled for a moment, but Alvin held her even tighter.

His chin rested gently on her fragrant blue hair, his previous teasing tone vanished, replaced by a deep and sincere tenderness as he whispered in her ear, "Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. It was my fault."

“But Stella,”

His voice seemed to possess a magical power, calming her agitated emotions.

“What you gave me was never something that was ‘taken away’ from me. It was the most precious and special gift I have ever received.”

"It's not just power, it's a heavy trust, a concern that makes me determined to live no matter what." His arms tightened slightly, as if to confirm her presence.

"To me, you are unique. You are the most adorable blue dragon lady who is afraid of ghosts, learns magic at an alarming speed, and cares about others but always awkwardly refuses to admit it."

"So, let's stop talking about taking it away or not."

He concluded softly, his tone carrying an undeniable warmth.

"That is the sweetest burden I am willing to bear."

Alvin's sudden, gentle words, so different from his usual demeanor, were like a warm current, instantly washing away all of Stella's shame, anger, and grievances.

She stopped struggling and nestled obediently in his arms, feeling the reassuring warmth emanating from his chest.

Stella felt her heart beating very fast.