The Beautiful Top Being Pursued Relentlessly [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 64

The Wishing Well?

It sounded like a classic “Golden Finger” cheat meant for a protagonist. But in Jiang Yi’s world, Duke Felix Cheng was his one and only protagonist. Therefore, whatever treasures lay hidden in that well belonged to Felix.

I should probably look up some guides online first. I need to follow the plot perfectly to make sure I snag every single reward, Jiang Yi thought, sprawling across his computer desk.

It was October in City H, and it was getting cold. Recently, the temperature had plummeted overnight, shifting straight from summer into winter. Inside his room, the heating was on; Jiang Yi had his hoodie pulled over his head, the drooping “dog ears” on the hood bouncing slightly.

His teacup was empty. He headed downstairs to the kitchen to refill it, and on his way back, he pulled open the curtains, instantly brightening the study.

Inside the game, the sun was shining perfect weather. Outside, however, a steady drizzle had begun. Through the window, the world looked grey and gloomy, whipped by a strong wind. The contrast felt surreal to him.

As he sat lost in thought, his phone buzzed. He pulled it out, and his slumped shoulders instantly straightened into a radiant smile. Someone had replied to the post he just made.

Post Title: Has any veteran collected a guide for the Cathedral Wishing Well? Are there any traps to avoid? #ManorTown #GameGuide #SaveMe

Comments:

Confused.jpg: What Cathedral Wishing Well? Is there even such a place?

Dreaming in broad daylight, aren’t we? Like the devs would be kind enough to hide a place like that for you to farm items.

Banging on desk.jpg: It doesn’t exist. Do you hear me? NO. EXISTENCE. NONE!

Watching the comments roll in, Jiang Yi’s smile faded, but then it quickly returned, brighter than before.

 He was the first to find it! The first, the first, the very first! And the first set of good items would go to his Duke!

Jiang Yi slid back into his chair like a slippery loach, staring at the standee of Felix Cheng next to his monitor. His eyes crinkled into crescent moons. Even if there were traps, it didn’t matter. Worst-case scenario, he’d just reload the save. Thanks to his “unique” playstyle, he had basically turned this into a single-player game; reloading wouldn’t affect anyone else.

He pulled out a notebook and laid it flat on the desk, then quickly slid his mouse, commanding his avatar to stick close to Felix.

The moment his fingers touched the mouse, the vacant eyes of “Jiang Cheng” in the game suddenly lit up, as if sparked by genuine emotion.

Ah, stop staring at the Duke. Jiang Yi reached up and adjusted the emotion sensor attached to his neck, then patted his flushed cheeks. This new technology was incredible, but. it was honestly embarrassing. Was his physical reaction really that obvious?

Obvious enough that whenever he locked eyes with Felix Cheng, the in-game “Jiang Cheng” would blush, look at his toes, and reveal nothing but bright red ears. Jiang Yi took a deep breath. Relax, relax. Don’t let the Duke see anything.

Suddenly, Felix Cheng turned around on the screen.

Felix: Are you my brave warrior?

“Aaah!”

Jiang Yi’s breathing hitched. His face, tucked inside his hoodie, grew redder and redder. Back on the screen, the crimson-faced “Jiang Cheng” suddenly collapsed onto the ground, clutching his chest like he’d lost his mind.

The Wishing Well was hidden deep within the rose thickets of the cathedral’s back garden. The azure water lay still, acting like a pristine mirror. The bottom was lined with pebbles of varying sizes, which, after long immersion in the well water, had become transparent and revealed unique patterns.

Soon, a few crisp bird cries rang out.

A fiery red bird perched by the pool. As they approached, flames flickered around its body like brilliant sunlight. When it took to the air, it proudly fanned out its magnificent tail feathers.

It was a Phoenix a bird of legend. Felix recognized it immediately from a book he had read. Legend said it possessed a power that made countless people obsessed. When its life reached its end, it would self-immolate, symbolizing rebirth and eternity.

If the “real” Duke Felix Cheng were standing here, he would surely be fascinated. But Felix wasn’t. He noticed a chain around the Phoenix’s neck, attached to a thumb-sized silver cross that sparkled in the sun.

He detected a faint scent of decay wafting from it, like an omen of disaster.

“Dear children, please stop and come no closer. Greed will make you lose the original beauty of your lives,” the Phoenix said as it flew down, its tail feathers brushing the water and sending up a spray. Its voice was lovely, like that of a gentle elder or a patient scholar.

It raised a wing. “Just like the boy who wanted the entire gingerbread house and can now no longer taste the sweetness of honey. It is truly a sad thing.”

Felix stopped in his tracks. If a bird were blocking the way, surely it wouldn’t force him to barge in. He naturally fantasized about a moment of freedom; perhaps while he was out, he could properly enjoy the scenery. And most importantly, he could determine where that wicked Dark Wizard was hiding.

Felix stood not far from the well, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly, waiting for the Phoenix to use magic to drive him away, or for the “kind” Gnas to pull him along… he could accept any of it. He could even handle being a slightly undignified Duke…

“Are you my brave warrior?”

The air suddenly froze. It was quiet too quiet.

Felix clenched his fists in anger. He had been utterly unwilling to let those words slip from his mouth. More terrifyingly, the tutor who heard them suddenly clutched his heart, his face turning redder than a ripe strawberry. He staggered back a few steps and fell flat on his back onto the grass with a thump.

Felix tried to step away, but the quick-handed “Jiang Cheng” grabbed his calf.

“What are you doing?” Felix blurted out. Felix: Beep-beep-beep.

“Jiang Cheng’s” burning cheek rubbed against Felix’s trouser leg. The cool fabric felt wonderful, and he crinkled his eyes. “I’m fine, Your Grace.”

“Go away,” Felix said coldly.

“Jiang Cheng” rubbed against him again and again, half his body pressed to the ground as he tried to nuzzle Felix’s leg. “I’m really fine, Your Grace. There’s no need to worry about me.”

Who’s worrying about him? This arrogant, foolish thing.

Felix’s face was cold as he tried to break free, instinctively pulling his leg back. However, “Jiang Cheng” was holding on so tight that he was yanked forward by the sudden force.

“Oof.”

It hurt. Having the hulking “Jiang Cheng” crash into him actually hurt. Felix fell back onto the soft grass. There was a hand cushioning the back of his head, but his back hit some pebbles, which was incredibly uncomfortable. He frowned in displeasure.

Suddenly, a warm sensation touched his cheek and then vanished just as quickly. The “Jiang Cheng” sprawled on top of him froze instantly.

“Ah! Sorry, sorry, Your Grace! I really didn’t mean to! I apologize!”

“Jiang Cheng” bounced off him, the crimson that had just started to fade rushing back to his face. He sat kneeling to the side, looking utterly lost. “I’m so sorry.”

Belatedly, Felix realized what had just happened. He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips lightly touching the skin that had just been grazed. He pulled his hand away quickly as if he’d been burned, his eyes surging with shock and embarrassment.

Who gave him permission? This flightless, shameless rogue!

Felix shoved the man away. Once “Jiang Cheng” had struggled to his feet, Felix his fingers still clutching his own loose collar, delivered a kick right to the man’s backside.

“Ow!”

“Jiang Cheng” hit the ground again. Felix took a moment to admire his pathetic state before turning away with a dark expression.

That wicked tutor actually dared to kiss him.

A detestable fellow worse than the gardener who trimmed the daisies wrong, the lazy peasants in the fields, or the sparrows that shrieked at dawn. God should punish him; let him find his boots on the wrong feet in the morning, let him poke his own hand with a fork while eating, and when he meets his beloved.

No, when he meets his beloved Duke, let his clothes be messy and tattered.

Felix sat in a deserted corridor, discarding his noble etiquette. He propped himself up with his hands on the ground, which was still covered in a layer of fine dirt. He sat with his legs drawn up, rubbing the cheek “Jiang Cheng” had kissed against his knee.

The fabric of his trousers made his cheek flush hot. He buried his nose between his knees, his voice muffled. “Detestable bad guy.”

Light filtered through the leaves against the wall, casting shifting spots of light on the ground and turning Felix’s shadow into a blurry mass. He spent a while longer cursing “Jiang Cheng” in his head before snapping back to his surroundings.

Logically, since he hadn’t “done” anything yet, he shouldn’t have been allowed to leave the Wishing Well. Yet here he was, out and free, with no one constraining his body.

There had to be a reason.

Felix thought back to the details, eventually settling on that accidental kiss. The feeling of those slightly parted lips against his cheek had been very distinct. At that moment, “Jiang Cheng” seemed to be trembling very slightly, very gently. Ah, he must have known what he was doing and just hesitated to leave.

A foolish yet shrewd, wicked-hearted guy.

Wait. Why was he thinking about him again?

Duke Felix Cheng was very dissatisfied. He reviewed his thoughts once more, focusing on “Jiang Cheng” again, but this time much more calmly. Every time “Jiang Cheng” appeared, “accidents” followed. This must be related to him as well; he just needed to find the trigger.

It has to be it. Physical contact granted him freedom.

The gaze Felix cast into the distance smoothed out. The rippling surface of his inner lake became perfectly still, pressing down the waves in an instant. If that was the standard for judgment, then “Jiang Cheng” was indeed a qualified, useful person to be exploited.

Felix thought critically. His peripheral vision soon caught a familiar figure. Immediately after came an even more familiar voice.

“Your Grace, where are you?”

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