Samael and Lucia traveled together along the way, leading this foreign tourist on a leisurely tour through more than half the district.
The ancient serpent, with thousands of years of accumulated history behind him, was intimately familiar with Cornwall. All sorts of historical anecdotes, tales of famous figures, and interesting old stories came readily to him. With his magnetic voice and poetic cadence, he was even more qualified than a professional tour guide.
Lucia was equally engrossed, listening attentively and chiming in from time to time to keep the conversation going. The two got along wonderfully and found each other quite kindred.
To fulfill his duties as host, Samael not only invited Lucia to sample all kinds of local delicacies, but also leisurely accompanied the foreign tourist in catching a batch of fresh seafood, which they sent to a specialty restaurant for a sumptuous seafood feast.
And in return, Lucia appropriately took her savior by the arm after dinner and led Samael through a round of luxury boutiques, generously spending money on a well-tailored new outfit for him.
Before long, the strikingly handsome man before the fitting mirror, like a morning star in the night sky, drew envious looks from all the female sales assistants.
Lucia, who had personally picked out the outfit for Samael, slowly walked over and intimately adjusted his collar. Quite pleased with her own taste, she gazed at Samael with overflowing admiration and burning heat in her azure eyes.
The women present were consumed by jealousy, but compared to Lucia, their own radiance dimmed completely. They could only feel inferior, reduced instead to mere background decorations for the couple.
"It's getting late. Let's go."
"Alright, I'll see you off."
Lucia nodded gladly and took the man's arm of her own accord as they left the luxury