unreliable adventure

This is the long-lost sunshine in the north, so warm that people miss it.Wayne wrote the ciphertext on the silver mirror, which reflected the light toward the sun. The Knights usually used the diffraction of sunlight to send messages to the headquarters.The headquarters of the Knights sent back a message after a while. The members of the Knights were as wordy as ever and asked several times. Wayne patiently replied one by one.until the sun sets.

I waited for Wayne to send out the last report and said, "Let's walk together."

Wayne probably didn't notice that I was by my side all the time, and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

I said, "Didn't you say we should spend more time together, now that it's over—"

Wayne then showed his white teeth and smiled: "Where are you going?"

Affected by the Immortal Temple, the ice and snow melted and merged into a gurgling stream.Life in the North was recovering at an astonishing speed, and the two of them walked along the stream until the remaining snow was gone, and sat down on a piece of green and soft new grass.

Wayne threw the stone into the stream and said, "I always thought you were Roland's adjutant."

"Oh, no."

"But—" Wayne had seen my dream.

"Roland said that, he wanted me to be his adjutant. However, only nobles can join the knight order. He meant that I should be a bodyguard, attendant, etc."

"I grew up in an orphanage, maybe because I was too naughty, I was taken away by the knights at the age of 14, first as a servant, and later became a paladin."

"Well, times have changed."

"But how did you meet Roland, you two are completely different—"

"Ah, the story of the noble son and the poor boy."

"I don't mean that, I mean, you are such a good person, he doesn't deserve you."

"I'm not a good person. I served in the City Legion, and the City Legion has been fighting everywhere with the Knights. One winter when I was camping, I beat up a few paladins in a tavern. After drinking too much, I killed the leader of the Knights. attracted."

"Roland."

"Well, at first I thought he was going to stand out for my younger brother, smashing the jar and wanting to fight again. Later, when he sobered up, Roland sent someone to recruit me to be his attendant."

"What about that ring, when did he give it to you?"

"Ring? I didn't get to the point of giving him a ring with him."

"Francis asked you about the ring with Roland's coat of arms engraved on it. I mean, in Roland's vision, I saw you fighting with his shield and sword, but didn't see the ring."

"That power ring is a counterfeit. I taught myself how to make enchanted jewelry for a while after my death. Is it a bit sad that his name is engraved on it?"

Wayne didn't answer for a moment.

I came back to my senses from the past and said, "Which dead person doesn't have a weird black history? Hey, why do you keep asking about my affairs?"

"Ah, because I want to know you." Wayne lay on his back nonchalantly and said, "What do you want to know, anything about me?"

I said angrily: "A knight who is stupid and greedy for money seems to be no different from other knights. I don't want to inquire about anything in particular."

I was silent for a while, and I seemed to say something inappropriate again.

Wayne was taken aback for a moment, then changed the subject with a sneer and a smile: "Roland's illegitimate son, why do you think I am——if he has an illegitimate son who is still alive, he must be over 200 years old, right?"

"I did not mean that--"

"And I'm not any descendant of Roland, you don't have to worry about things like sex."

"Uh." What does this have to do with sex?

"There is a record of 'Glorious Bloodline' in the church, which records in detail the origins of the genealogy of all Roland's illegitimate children. I checked it out."

"The church still has the time to keep such accounts—"

"It is said that it is to find the future hero who saves the world, but now it seems that the church is probably guarding against another lunatic among his descendants?"

"The church really loves to worry." The madness back then was everyone's madness, and Roland was just a young man who happened to be sitting in that seat. Well, I'm not saying that to favor Roland.

"And my hair color is darker than his, and the color of my eyes is different. He is a pure sky blue, and my eyes are mixed with mixed colors."

"Actually——I haven't paid much attention to the color of my eyes." Wayne's eyes are a beautiful blue mixed with gold. I said, "How did you find out that you can see clearly in the phantom?"

"Hmph, do you think you are the first person to say that I look like Roland? The hero in the epic, the beautiful man Roland. Although it is a fake, there are illustrations of him in many small books." Wayne spit Tongue out: "But then again, in the illustrations, he is always two heads taller than other people. This time I saw it with my own eyes. He should not be taller than me!"

Well, I teased Wayne for a while.But I suddenly found a problem. I once read an idle book. It seemed to be called "The Book of Love" written by a female goblin. My God, how could I have read such a book?Well, the point is that it's in the book: If your ex keeps talking about your ex, it means you shouldn't rush into a new relationship.

Alas, the dead are always so moody, I shouldn't be such a disappointment.Wayne didn't know what I wanted, so he put his arm behind my head and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

"The Tin Woodman," I said.

"Hey, I'm not heartless - Cowardly Lion!"

"Ok?"

"Say I'm the Tin Woodman, aren't you that cowardly lion? Don't think I don't know the stalk of The Wizard of Oz. Francis always uses this to run on me. You should stop fooling around with him in the future. He is a big carrot .”

"Okay." It is indeed very comfortable to have another person's arms behind his head, although his armpit smells a little sweaty.

Seeing that I hadn't spoken for a long time, Wayne said again: "There is one thing I still want to know."

"Well, you said."

"You used to be a knight—a fighter, and you used the tricks of the knight order to make it very slippery. Why did you become a full-time ice mage later?"

"After death, the joints are inflexible, and the light element is repelled by the body of the dead. It always hurts when using knight spells, and it is easy to burn if you are not careful."

"Really?" Wayne secretly flashed his heart.

"Of course such a small amount of light won't burn." But I understood what he meant: "Actually—the ability to fight, including the spells of the Knights, is a skill for making a living. A young soldier wants to make a name for himself in the war." Wan, you have to learn these, but are these really what he likes? In a sense, death has given me freedom, and I prefer to stay at home and read idle books."

"Hmph, I also prefer to read idle books."

"And I can't be called a frost mage. I read all kinds of spell books. I also like natural spells. I raised a large group of friends in the tomb. Unfortunately, they don't have much fighting power. They lose their chains when they fight, and they are always arrogant." Jiao disobedient--" I suddenly stopped talking, I know that not everyone likes the topic of bugs and mice.look!I'm not a dead person with no emotional intelligence at all.

It's just that, when I stopped suddenly in the middle of the talk, I managed to make the atmosphere weird again.I don't know how that Tin Woodman in Wayne put up with me.

After a pause, Wayne said: "And you can enchant, you can make that kind of super expensive magic jewelry and make a lot of money."

"Learning enchanting is a whim, and the dead have nowhere to spend money, and all the gold coins they earn are buried, which is meaningless."

"It's nice to have a rich boyfriend," Wayne seemed satisfied. "I'm a money-grubbing knight."

After a while, Wayne broke off a grass stalk and stuffed it into my hand: "Can you make it bloom? Nature spells."

"Ah, what flowers do you want?"

"I thought it was an alfalfa. What else could it bloom?"

"Flowers commonly seen in "Flora" will do."

"Then," Wayne thought seriously, "let me bring a flower that can represent your mood!"

This stumped me. I was lowering my head in meditation when suddenly countless colorful little flowers flickered like stars in the sky, covering the entire meadow.Like a 21-year-old virgin, worrying about gains and losses, and scrambling to open up.

Under the influence of the huge energy of the earth veins, natural spells are often difficult to control accurately. What I originally wanted was a camellia.