Chapter 124: Rejection

Helag barely had time to sit down before heading to Bessie’s place.

Her house wasn’t far, just through two patches of forest.

“Number 16…”

Helag found a red wooden house.

He knocked on the door, and soon heard footsteps. Bessie opened the door.

The moment she opened the door, Helag’s eyes were drawn to her.

Bessie was wearing a small tank top that barely covered her ample chest.

She wore black stockings, revealing a section of her fair thighs, making her look particularly alluring.

Bessie was tall with long legs, creating a striking visual impact.

“You said you were injured? You look pretty good to me,” Helag said, realizing his gaze was inappropriate and quickly changing the topic.

Bessie smiled lightly. “I’m almost healed. Come in.”

The interior structure was similar to Helag’s house, as most wooden houses here were built the same way.

The first floor was a living room with some sofas and a fireplace, which was burning brightly, making the room warm.

Bessie brewed a pot of coffee and bent over to pour Helag a cup.

As she bent over, a magnificent view was revealed.

Helag hadn’t realized before how impressive her figure was. He had only noticed her long legs, not the hidden beauty.

Of course, he only glanced briefly before looking away.

The first look was involuntary; staring would be impolite.

Bessie seemed unaware, sitting next to Helag after pouring the coffee.

A light, pleasant fragrance wafted over, not too strong, making him feel comfortable.

“I heard from Mr. Larry that you advanced to a third-level apprentice. I didn’t expect you to do it so quickly,” Bessie said softly, leaning slightly closer to Helag.

“You’re also a third-level apprentice and have been for longer than me,” Helag replied, feeling the warmth and softness next to him.

Bessie’s expression turned somber. “Even though I’m a third-level apprentice, my injuries mean I have no hope of becoming a formal wizard.”

She then hugged Helag’s arm, pressing her softness against his right hand. “But you’re different. You have great talent, advancing so quickly. With Mr. Larry, a master potion maker, as your teacher, your future is bright.”

“No hope of becoming a formal wizard?” Helag suppressed his inner turmoil, staying composed.

He was more concerned about why Bessie couldn’t advance. She seemed fine now.

“In the recent war, my mental power was severely damaged and can no longer improve. Without improving mental power, I can’t become a formal wizard,” Bessie said, her voice low.

“No improvement? Did Mr. Larry check?” Helag asked.

Bessie nodded. “Mr. Larry tried to help, but it didn’t work.”

If Larry couldn’t help, it was likely a difficult problem to solve.

Helag didn’t know how to comfort her. For a young third-level apprentice, losing the hope of becoming a formal wizard was devastating.

Third-level apprentices lived slightly longer than ordinary people, but formal wizards had lifespans of at least 300 years.

Just one step away, leading to completely different lives.

The room fell silent, with only the occasional crackle from the fireplace and their breathing.

After a long silence, Bessie suddenly leaned against Helag, hugging him tightly. “Helag, let’s live together.”

“Uh?” Helag was surprised.

Bessie looked at him. “Don’t you want to? Am I not pretty enough or is my figure not good? If you think something’s wrong, I can learn some beauty spells…”

Helag interrupted, “Wait, wait. You’re very pretty and have a great figure. I’m just wondering, why?”

He was just a third-level apprentice. Even if he became a formal wizard, he couldn’t solve Bessie’s problem.

With Deep Blue, there was a slight possibility, but even Larry couldn’t solve it.

If he did, it would be too suspicious.

Deep Blue was his biggest secret and most important trump card, not to be revealed.

“I need a protector,” Bessie said directly.

“A protector? Even if I become a formal wizard, I have no background and can’t help you much,” Helag shook his head.

Bessie continued, “No, I know my situation. Besides my looks, I have nothing to attract powerful formal wizards or those with deep backgrounds. In the wizarding world, beauty means nothing.”

“But you have great potential and talent. I believe in your future. If we’re together, I’ll do my best to help you go further. My talent is 82. With our talents, our children would have good potential. We could establish a pure-blood wizard family.”

Bessie knew her limitations. Powerful wizards wouldn’t take her seriously. Even if they did, she would be a plaything, discarded when bored.

After much thought, she felt Helag was the best choice.

He had talent, potential, and Larry as a teacher, but no background, making him the perfect candidate.

Helag hadn’t expected Bessie to think so far ahead. Her words showed she had considered this for a long time.

But he had no interest in establishing a pure-blood wizard family. To him, personal strength was more important than having talented descendants.

As long as he was strong enough, he wouldn’t need to rely on anyone or anything else.

Helag shook his head. “I’m sorry.”

Bessie’s eyes filled with tears. “Why…”

Helag couldn’t tell her he didn’t plan to stay in Moonlight Forest, so he said, “All my focus is on preparing to become a formal wizard. I’ll think about these things later.”

He planned to tell Bessie after he became a formal wizard.

Of course, he could take advantage of her now and then leave after advancing, but that felt too shameful. Bessie, even if not a friend, was an acquaintance.

In the wizarding world, friends and acquaintances were precious.

Bessie was already in a bad situation; Helag didn’t want to make it worse.

He couldn’t help much, but he wouldn’t kick her while she was down.