Chapter 190: Silas's Vulnerable Side

When Silas was about to question Tess, Elaina walked over and said, "This is a trade route, too conspicuous. I suggest you clean up the battlefield and then quickly leave with him."

Silas was silent for a moment, then nodded. He turned to look at the dead people and originally intended to pray for their souls, but considering the current situation, neither time nor his spiritual energy would allow it.

"It's you!" At this moment, Tess seemed to recognize Elaina. The moment he saw her, his expression turned to shock.

The next second, he seemed to think of something and hurriedly shouted, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I know important intelligence, important intelligence about werewolves!"

The two's hearts stirred upon hearing this.

"It seems he not only recognizes you but also knows your purpose," Silas said, raised his staff, and unceremoniously struck him on the neck, knocking him unconscious.

Elaina's strength was not small. She reached out, grabbed Tess's collar, turned, and dragged him away, saying, "This guy's status is not low. Many people know my portrait, but those who know my true intentions are generally people from the Jizhou Research Institute and those at the middle level or above in the Duke of the Mountains' faction."

Silas rubbed his forehead and didn't speak.

The aftereffects of taking the potion before had flared up again. Every time his spiritual energy was depleted, his forehead would have a needle-like stabbing pain.

After returning and instructing the four coachmen, he entered the carriage to rest.

The coachmen connected the seven carriages together, with roughly one person driving two carriages as they continued forward.

While the coachmen were working, Elaina dealt with the corpses over there.

She was seen very skillfully looting valuable items from the corpses, mainly including the cash and valuables on these people.

The coachmen didn't care about these things because they knew it wasn't money they could take.

For them, surviving this calamity without mishap meant their income would be much more abundant.

After all, the previous wages were divided among seven people, and there were also the expenses for the other guards.

Now, only the four of them remained, and the guards' wages no longer needed to be paid.

Thinking of this, the four's fear was overshadowed by profit, and their hearts were filled with motivation.

Fifteen minutes later, everything was packed up, and the carriages continued to move forward.

The three of them, Silas, sat in the covered part of a carriage.

Silas leaned in the corner, his face pale, supporting his forehead.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing Silas like this, Elaina asked with concern.

This appearance was far different from the decisive and lofty demeanor he had when killing just now.

Silas said somewhat weakly, "Spiritual energy depletion is causing a headache."

"What does spiritual energy depletion have to do with a headache?" Elaina leaned closer, sized him up, and then asked back.

Silas's thoughts were somewhat chaotic at this moment, so he couldn't be bothered to lie and said casually, "This is an aftereffect of taking a potion."

!!!

These words were spoken casually, but they made Elaina's heart jump. "You've taken a potion?"

"Mmm…" Silas nodded weakly, seemingly too lazy to speak.

Elaina looked at the currently weak Silas. Her curiosity about this powerful, elegant, and ruthless yet also vulnerable young man swelled to the extreme.

"What kind of person are you exactly?"

Thinking this, Elaina leaned slightly closer, reached out to touch Silas's fair cheek, and nodded. "Hmm, looks like it's just a headache, no fever. Did you bring any pain-relieving medication?"

Silas seemed to think of something, slightly raised his head, and pointed to the backpack beside him. "There's a bottle of coffee I bought when I left the city. Can you open it for me, thank you."

Elaina turned, opened the backpack, and took out a fist-sized aluminum bottle of coffee.

She looked down at the description on it: "Concentration 99%!?"

"Are you sure this thing is drinkable?" Elaina asked with an astonished expression.

Coffee of this concentration was the most primitive, without any other ingredients, a specially processed concentrate.

No sugar, no milk, no tea, no added ingredients.

"This thing can relieve pain. Help me open it!" Silas sat up slightly and said.

Pfft!

Elaina used her personal knife to cut open the aluminum cap. Instantly, an incredibly bitter, yet faintly mellow aroma wafted out.

Elaina frowned, hurriedly turned her head away, and said, "Just smelling it, I know how bitter this thing is."

Silas took the bottle and drank a mouthful. "Give me ten minutes…"

Then he closed his eyes and said no more.

Elaina, sitting beside him, quietly sized up Silas's fair profile and gradually discovered that Silas, with his eyes closed, had a special kind of cuteness.

"Last night, he was calm and confident. Just now, he was lofty, elegant, and ruthless. Now, he's showing such a vulnerable and cute temperament, like an injured boy next door. It's truly contradictory to the extreme."

Muttering to herself, she sized him up carefully for another moment, then smiled slightly. "But it gives a feeling of being incredibly real and cute."

A person who is too perfect only gives a sense of illusory unreality. This was Elaina's initial feeling about Silas.

But now, seeing Silas like this, she found that Silas was a real person, the kind who could connect with her heart and become a friend and partner.

For a moment, she felt she understood Silas a lot, and their relationship had also drawn much closer.

Silas was very punctual. He opened his eyes after ten minutes, his expression clearly much recovered.

Raising his head, he happened to see Elaina holding a small black bag, counting gleaming golden Lanks, her face full of joy and happiness.

"Is this the money from those dead people?" Silas asked.

Elaina nodded slightly, looked up at him, and asked, "What? Do you look down on this kind of behavior?"

Silas shook his head. "I wouldn't say I look down on it, just that I have some mental block. I was taught from a young age that the dead are to be respected, and one should try not to take things from the dead."

"Firstly, congratulations on having good parents with normal values."

"Secondly!" The respect on Elaina's face gradually turned to sarcasm. "Now, please abandon your naive thoughts and way of thinking. When you are truly about to starve to death, I believe you wouldn't even leave behind a dead person's corpse, let alone their money."

Silas didn't deny it but nodded in agreement. "You're right."

Imagine, if it really came to that point, he would also make the same choice.

Elaina, somewhat surprised, put away the money. She had thought Silas would argue with her; she had even prepared several counter-arguments.

Here, Silas didn't say much, took another sip of that frighteningly concentrated coffee, savored it carefully, and looked like he was enjoying it.

Elaina's attention was drawn away. She looked at him with the eyes of someone looking at a monster and said incredulously, "Not only can you drink such a terrifying thing, but you even look like you're enjoying it!?"

Silas's spirit had recovered quite a bit. He smiled slightly. "This thing is like eating that sugar-free coarse grain black bread for the first time. After eating it a few more times, you'll find it tastes pretty good."

"That kind of bread is also eaten plain; it's usually dipped in fish sauce or jam!" Elaina emphasized, raising her voice.

Silas didn't continue to argue with her about this matter because he suddenly discovered that this fiery demoness actually had some potential to be a contrarian/argumentative person.