give me a miracle

Chapter 5, When the Happy Days Gone

There are no variables in Jane's story. Perhaps from the moment she met Morty, her misfortune and meanness will be rooted in her subsequent life.

From the northern part of the Pamir Principality to the center of the Blairnia Empire, who knows why these things happened.

But this place has to be said to be too deserted, certainly not just because winter is coming again.Blairnia is not as cold as the Principality of Pamirs, but the stern north wind is still howling.

This place is like a nobleman's territory, but the buildings are too messy, castles, prisons, churches, altars...all are placed here.No road was built, and there was no one.

In the only castle with any sense of beauty, there was a room that was closed, and the darkness flowed like a liquid.

The dark breath and the holy breath are mixed with the smell of blood.

Those who know will recognize one thing: the cathedral's enchanted chains.In addition, there are dense incantations engraved on the floor, and half of the room is dotted with white light.The other half is completely dark, the extreme that even such cumbersome procedures cannot suppress.

It looked like a boy, with its head down, in a coma, or in a deep sleep; a strange, rough-looking horn protruded from the jet-black hair on his forehead, which was the color of rust, and a few strands of bloodshot black were branded on his face superior.His body was almost naked, with dozens of black lines interspersed on his body, shaped like knife scars.

This time seems to have stopped, the boy was bound by chains, and his posture seemed to be atonement for eternity.He might be an evil demon, but I'm afraid no one would think so based on the first glance. His appearance is too innocent.

For Morty, the happiest day was the day when his eyes finally saw again, and the first person he saw was the one she wanted to see—Wilwolf.

In an unknown place further north, Jane and the two found their destination, but it was actually beyond their itinerary.

Jane finally knew what the adventurers were looking for, and perhaps what these two were looking for.

That's the stuff of legends, lich.The territory of the Grand Lich Rogge is the destination of these two people.

Why is the name Weywolf so resembling a werewolf?Because he is a werewolf.In that battle, Wiwolf turned into a giant wolf in the blink of an eye, and turned into a human again in the blink of an eye.The skeleton soldiers summoned by the Grand Lich were all over the mountains and plains, but Wilwolf seemed to be in the land of no one, and these monsters did not constitute a threat in his eyes.

Morty was surrounded, but the skeleton soldiers dared not move forward.It seems that Wilwolf has no worries fighting alone.Morty couldn't see anything, but he wasn't afraid, and he believed Wilwolf would protect him.

As for the maiden guide who had brought them here, it turned out to be with Morty, who would have been safe until Wilwolf returned.But she escaped, perhaps stimulated by the presence of Morty standing beside her reminding her of dark creatures.What people fear most is the unknown. To her, Morty is the unknown and the greatest danger.

The sounds of fighting died down, and Morty heard Welwolf's footsteps.Just like in that house made of steel, he felt inexplicably relieved when he heard Wilwolf's footsteps.He would be happy even if Wilwolf never spoke to him.

Something cold was applied to his eyeballs, and a warm touch fell on the corner of his mouth. He felt something sucked into his body, and the tingling sensation in his eyes disappeared.

He saw the silent man under the moonlight, his amber eyes were extraordinarily beautiful, and his silver hair reflected the soft light like the moon.Seeing the man's anxiously expectant gaze, he smiled mischievously.

"Guess I can see, Wilwolf kiss me and I'll tell you."

Wilwolf was injured in the fierce battle, but it did not pose a fatal threat to him. At this moment, he stroked the delicate skin next to the boy's eyelids with a hand that could easily tear apart an adult, listening to the boy's coquettish tone My heart warmed up.

He pulled Morty into his arms and leaned down to kiss his lips.

He looked down and saw Morty's beautiful blue eyes reflecting him, so real, it was also reflected in the boy's heart.The many days of wandering and endless hunting have made sense, and Wilwolf has gained freedom and the one he loves.

Wilwolf let him go when Morty blushed due to lack of oxygen. This kiss did not belong to the predation and lust of a werewolf, but only a love as pure and clear as moonlight, as bright as Morty's eyes.

"It's nice to see you again," Morty said with a smile. "You know, this must be my happiest day."

Wilwolf nodded and didn't speak, but if he would say: Me too.

It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, at least this is not a place to enjoy the scenery after seeing the light again. Under the moonlight, a man is speeding with a boy in his arms.

Compared with the happiness at that time and now, it is simply a world of difference.For Morty, Wilwolf no longer hurt him more than death, so he chose to fall into the vortex of fate, drift like a small wooden boat in a storm, and then sink.

There was constant pain in his body, and the knife was cutting on his body all the time. He let it go on like a dream, and occasionally moved to make the chains jingle to comfort his dead heart. This name is like praying for a straw to fall from the sky

Although the straw has fallen into the cliff, life and death are unknown.

When the happy days passed, those hidden sufferings finally came, as if written into the strange and unpredictable cause and effect, there was no Morty, no Wilwolf, cause and effect affected fate, bound everyone like puppet threads Forcing them to go on the established track; Morty's body lives in a thread of cause and effect, so he is destined to be miserable, and will bring unsurprising ominousness to those around him.

The owner of this castle is named Sidri Baimon.He opened the door, the hard leather boots rattled, his body was strong and slender, the military uniform he wore last night was supported by the skeleton of his body, and he looked very heroic, but he didn't look like a woman's curves at all.

"Good morning, Unformed Mr. Mordel." With a pair of gold-rimmed square glasses on his eyes, he lacked a bit of aggressive majesty, and his voice was loud and harsh.

Morty didn't answer him, Sidri Baimon smiled maliciously, and said, "I'm so sorry, I forgot that you're not conscious at all now." Then, he saw Morty's hand move, and the sound of the chain being pulled It was obvious, like Morty was contradicting him.

"Oh." Sidri Baimeng opened his mouth expressionlessly and made a strange sound, which was the response to Morty, "You seem to be more tempered. Sure enough, the things in your body give you emotions that you don't have. fluctuation."

Morty slowly raised his glasses, his pupils were still so clear, but the whites of his eyes had turned black, showing the fact that he was no longer human.

Sidri Baimon's eyes flashed with emotion, and he sighed: "That poor guy should really see that what he is guarding is no longer a puppet."

"Wilwolf~" Morty yelled hoarsely, he was already weak from the battle between the two powerful auras in the room, and his voice was weak, "Where is he?"

The author has something to say: The timeline jumped a bit.