108 Ways to Heal a Loyal Dog

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In 1895, amidst the sound of the surging waves in the Sea of ​​Immortality, the apothecary Fiorlando and Breland's Son of Tomorrow tied the knot of souls with the Platinum Key as a token.

The black-haired warrior watched the figures of the two silently, and dodged silently before being discovered.

As night fell, the warrior moved along the shadows, crossing the same path that the other two had traveled during the day.

Bitterness and soreness weighed heavily on his heart, not knowing why he should be so happy, the tall man left Ron and wandered aimlessly on the beach.

"Why didn't you tell him the truth?"

Amidst the sound of the waves, someone came over. It was still the cloak covering from head to toe, and the voice that always calmed people down.

"...What's the truth?" The man looked up in astonishment, he could only remember the general image of the last time he met this person, but the details were blurred and messed up.

"That night, you used the spiritual power in your body to save Anser who fell into a curse and didn't know it." The mage looked at him intently and asked the question that had been in his heart for a long time.

"...It's me." As if he didn't expect the other party to know this, Thrall's calm blue eyes rarely showed a little panic.Avoiding the mage's gaze, he crushed the gravel under his feet uneasily.

If Thrall really told the truth to himself thousands of years ago, then history would definitely have an immeasurable deviation.But he still couldn't help appearing here, looking for the answer that has been bothering him.

"A soul mate is not the same as a soul mate." The man in the cloak approached him, as if he was talking to himself, and seemed to wake up the man in front of him, "Haven't it ever occurred to you that maybe you are the real soul mate?" The half body he's been looking for?"

"I, I... I'm just... just..." the black-haired soldier blushed and glanced around in panic.But soon, he lowered his head again, and the voice in his throat was very dry, "What's more... I am a half-dream, not worthy of my master... His Majesty Helios's noble background, so..."

Speaking of this, the man subconsciously turned his head to look at the tent not far away. The bright firelight reflected two embracing figures, and his face turned pale instantly.

His expression was too lonely, and the fragility hidden under the tough exterior made Anser's heart ache.

He wanted to embrace the warrior in his arms, but he couldn't bear the consequences of that.

Talking to the other party like this, paying attention to him secretly, and giving a little helping hand without affecting the course of history is already the best he can do.

"I can accompany you for a walk." The mage said softly, "It's too lonely to wander alone at night in Wuwanghai."

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In 1897, Archmage Fiorlando led the Knights of the Holy Rose belonging to the Principality of Breland and conquered most of the Kista continent.

The army went all the way south and advanced to the field of Elden.

The mage waved his staff, passed through the barrier of time and space, and traveled a long way to Breland's capital, Orion, the capital of Vantaa.

It was an early summer night, with a gentle breeze, and in the capital, the people were all smiling and talking about the battle ahead.

He walked forward indifferently all the way. These images once warmed his cold heart, but for him who has unloaded all the burdens after a thousand years, they are just meaningless existence.

Now, he just wants to settle one thing and get one thing.

In the majestic palace, the king of Breland coughed violently, and bright red blood splashed down on the parchment in front of him, covering the ink that had just fallen.

A gust of wind blew past, and the branches outside the window shook violently. The blond man stood up with difficulty, closed the window, and when he turned around and came back, he couldn't help but exclaimed in astonishment: "Anser..."

"Long time no see." The mage after a thousand years took off his hood, sat down at the desk, and called the other party's name in a low voice, "Helios."

Helios walked over, his expression had returned to his usual calmness.He picked up the hot towel that the maid had just brought over, walked up to the mage, bent down, and wiped the stains on his cheeks very naturally:

"What is so urgent that you need to come back in person?"

The finger on the cheek brought a familiar feeling, the mage naturally raised his head and let the other party move: "I'm already here, can't you feel it?"

As a linked partner, the emotional changes and even thoughts of the other party can be known to a certain extent by relying on the soul knot.Anser always thought that his weakness with Helios was caused by his own contact with the forbidden spell in his early years, but he never thought of another possibility.

The blond-haired man froze. He ran his fingers through the long hair for the mage, and thoughts surged in his lowered eyelids.

Anser leaned back, bent his long legs, put one hand on the armrest, and pulled the parchment on the table behind him with the other.

"Anser!" Helios exclaimed, a trace of panic flashed across his upright face.

"Those things... nothing to see..."

Under the power that the mage deliberately dispersed, the knight couldn't help coughing again.He covered his lips and sat down on the table, shrugging his shoulders in pain.

'March 1897, 3 . . . the new drug has no effect.I can no longer disguise my attributes.Fortunately, Anser is not in Orien, otherwise this ghostly appearance will give him nightmares haha... If I were a submissive, it would be great. '

'April 1897th, 4... When she cried and fell asleep on the bed, time seemed to return to her childhood.At that time she also said that she would marry me as a bride, but I violated her promise.I like her, but I also love Anser.I know I am sorry for her, and I am willing to use everything to make up for her heartbreak. '

'May 1897th, 5... I tried to perceive Anser's location, but failed.This is the most basic exercise, and it's a bit embarrassing.But it doesn't matter, I will try again.As a spirit knot partner, this must be qualified, right? '

'May 1897th, 5... News came from the front that Anser was wounded.It was said that he would have been hurt more, but Thrall blocked the blow for him.Thank the gods.Thanks to my previous decision, it was right to keep him by Anser's side.In fact, I have always felt sorry for him.But I don't regret what I did.This is for Breland, and for myself...'

The mage's slender fingers caressed the still wet blood on the last word, and his golden pupils darkened.

He remained silent, and the man who knew he had seen everything wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and accepted his fate with a wry smile: "I always think that you will know this secret one day. But I still hope that it will come later."

"...Stop your performance." The mage closed his eyes, his voice hoarse, "I won't trust you anymore."

The blond man froze. He staggered forward and said in a hoarse voice, "Anser, except for that night, I never lied to you."

"It doesn't matter anymore..." the mage murmured, slowly opened his eyes, stared at the man he loved and trusted, and said the words word by word, "I'm here to make a break with you. "

To correct the path that was taken wrong in the first place.For him a thousand years later, and for the two people who are fighting bloody battles thousands of miles away at this moment.

"Anser!" Helios trembled in disbelief.

In front of him, the golden pupils slowly suppressed all emotions, leaving only indifference and firmness. The rationality contained in them was so calm that it was shocking.

Anticipating what would happen next, the man knelt down in front of the mage with a pale face and stiff body. The always proud man raised his head and begged with a helpless expression, "Anser, please don't disconnect us. Knot……"

Before he finished speaking, the mage's staff emitted a blinding white light.Helios immediately groaned and fell limply to the floor.

Bean-sized sweat oozed from his forehead, the man gritted his teeth, enduring the unimaginable pain, but stubbornly refused to let out a moan.

In the white light, the mage could feel that the wrong link loosened and fell off at the root of the man's soul little by little, until finally it was completely separated.

The white light dissipated, and the blond man was dripping with sweat. He stared blankly at the ceiling with his empty eyes.Thousands of miles away, the pain of breaking the soul knot is just one of many sources of pain for the mage who is being ambushed. Before his life is in danger, another person has no time to take care of it.

"I set you free, Helios." The mage tore the platinum key from his neck, passed by his side, and walked towards the window, "Ellie is a good girl, cherish her, and you will be happy. "

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1897, Eruden Fields, Qiyun Forest.

The gunpowder smoke after the war has not completely receded, and corpses are piled up in disorder in the dense forest. The blood red covered up the original emerald green, leaving only thick blood.

The catastrophe that no one expected has mercilessly enveloped the Knights of the Holy Rose.The Jin-Ge Conversation has clearly dissipated, but it still seems to be faintly resounding, echoing in the secluded forest where the fallen leaves are piled up and the shade of the trees overlaps.

Anse Senas stepped into the forest that had crushed all his pride and devoured his life, and the rustling footsteps disappeared without a trace as if swallowed by darkness.

Walking in it, he seemed to be able to hear the cursing of dwarf warriors, the cry of female elves, the sobbing of priests, and the wailing of tens of thousands of knights and soldiers.

He saw himself on his knees, his hands pulled high into the air, and he struggled in vain to break free from the spidery web.

Behind him, the black-haired warrior fought countless monsters, and countless feathered arrows flew towards him, piercing his body.

The deep shadows rushed over, covering the mage from head to toe.The brilliance of magic continued to shine, but it still couldn't break through the thick cover.

'--leave here!You can't fight them! '

'--Owner! '

'--leave here! '

The mage roared hoarsely.

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Anser stopped involuntarily, pressed his fingers to his forehead, and frowned involuntarily.The smooth picture came to an abrupt end here.What happened behind was shattered into pieces of blurred light and shadow.

The heart was beating restlessly, as if conveying some ominous message.The mage's face turned pale instantly, and he sensed the fluctuation of power in the air.

...he was still late...

The hot and humid mist rose from the forest, the ground began to shake and crack, the mountains in the distance slid down, and the water roared in, engulfing everything it encountered.

The mage followed the flow of power southward through the forest, through broken trees.The water flows into a creek and continues to flow to the low terrain ahead.

Hearing the roar of the waterfall in his ears, Anser sprinted through the knee-deep water until he found the place where the familiar wave started.

Water flows from all directions gathered together, passed through the broken stones and soil, and fell straight into a sunken pothole.

The light streamed down from the crack at the top of the cave, and the wet and cold mist created by the waterfall filled the sky above the cave. The mage held the staff, and at the bottom of the cave, in the center surrounded by the water, he saw the figure of the black-haired warrior.

In front of him, a delicate and luxurious coffin was placed on a raised rock.The mage, covered in blood, closed his eyes and lay flat in the small space.

The other him has already lost most of his life force.

Anser's face was pale, holding his staff, he forced himself not to look away.

In his field of vision, countless purple light spots rose from the mage's body, like fireflies in the dark, shining tiny spots of light.And the other person was frowning deeply, using the blood on his wrist to draw a complicated magic circle on the rock with difficulty.

The water flowed over the man's lower body, and the person who completed the formation stared deeply at the body in front of him, not aware of it, just whispered softly:

"My master, you will not die..."

Anser had never heard a man speak like this. His voice was gentle, but full of sadness and sorrow, as if the world had lost its light and was barren.

The black-haired soldier knelt on the ground, quietly watching the person in the coffin. After a while, he pulled out a dagger from his waist, took off the sheath, and scratched his chest without hesitation.

The sharp dagger cut through the flesh and sank into the body, blood poured down, staining the cloth covering the upper body.The man gritted his teeth, restrained his trembling all over, and swiped the dagger down inch by inch with a firm, steady, and powerful hand.

On the wheat-colored skin, the long and narrow wound was roughly turned up by the other hand, and the thick and long knuckles were inserted into the flesh and blood, sinking into the chest cavity little by little.

His lip was bitten, and the man let out a painful moan. His face was as pale as paper, his strong body trembled like a sieve, but his back was still straight.

The forearm with stretched veins was pulled outward, and the thick palm was pulled out from the chest cavity. In the palm with five fingers gathered together, a heart was still beating.

While seeing this scene clearly, Anser's whole body stiffened, and he knelt heavily in the water.

At this moment, those obviously healed wounds and new skin were screaming for pain violently, agitating and crushing his soul, making him almost crazy.

He never expected that the way that person underestimated and prevented the original damage of his soul from worsening would be to use his own heart as a sacred object to activate a long-lost forbidden spell.

"Thal..." He called that person's name in pain, grasped the staff with white knuckles, and stood up tremblingly.

He wants to go down.

He wants to stop this.

He does not accept such protection!

He does not allow such history to happen!

The last string of reason in his brain snapped, the white robe bulged without wind, and the mage jumped down from the cave.

' - Fiorlando, no! The phantom of the Elemental Law God warned coldly behind him, "You have already obtained the Platinum Key, and the bifurcation point is right in front of you."You who have endured for so long, are you going to fall short and lose your soul? ! '

The fireball with mad rage fell on the phantom of the Fashen like rain.

"Thal, I can save him." In the cave, the mage stepped into the void step by step, and landed in front of the black-haired warrior, his gray hair fluttering in the wind, his voice was deep and sad, "Please stop this sacrifice... ..."

"I finally see you again." The black-haired warrior raised his head and smiled weakly, his blue eyes filled with hope, "It's okay, I'm a half-dream, when this body absorbs enough strength, I will wake up."

"When that time comes, please forgive my negligence and allow me to protect you again, my master."

"Do you know who I am?" Sour tears stained his eyes, the hood on the mage's head slipped off, and his pale thin lips moved.

"You are my master, Archmage Antheus Medani Vatalis Fiorlando..." Thrall looked up at him, with indescribable pride, admiration and fascination in his eyes.

"It was you who guided me when I was lost, encouraged me when I was afraid, and supported me when I was weak..."

The bluffing fingers gradually clasped together, and the beating heart wailed silently.

The black-haired soldier raised the corner of his mouth and stared at him closely: "Although I don't know why you are in this situation, I know that you have been watching me."

"I know that I am lowly and not worthy of you, but I still want you to know..."

"I love you..."

The clenched joints rattled, and thick blood poured into the magic circle.This confession left in the gap between time and space, this time, with no regrets and firmness, fell into the heart of the mage.

The black-haired warrior closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Master, I am your eternal sword and shield. No matter where I am, as long as you call me, even if I am in Shura Hell, I will return."

"Stop... Thrall..." Anser's golden eyes were stained with endless desolation and fear, he stumbled towards the black-haired warrior, hugged him from behind, buried his head in his neck, and said desolately Begging: "I have already lost you once, this time, I will not allow you to leave my side..."

Kneeling straight, the warrior tried his best to gently grab the mage's hand, raised it to his lips, lowered his head, and gave a kiss of loyalty and love with a smile.

The red blood light soared, the sky and the earth collapsed in mourning, and the raging water rushed in, submerging everything in the cave.

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Thousands of years later, the dharma god's avatar ♂ took over the platinum key handed over by the sorcerer. This magical prop, which symbolizes a gift, finally ushered in its true use.

The healing light is like the bright sun shining on the lifeless body on the grass.The mage standing next to him felt rejuvenated, not only because of the exhaustion and weakness brought about by the technique of time and space, but also the emptiness and loneliness accumulated from waiting for more than ten years, which were also dispelled by the sunlight penetrating through the thick fog. do.

The light cast by the Elemental Law God gradually weakened and slowly went out.The night shrouded the earth again, and a faint light shone on the body of the black-haired warrior.

Anser blinked and squatted down slowly. He touched the corner of the man's cold mouth and called out cautiously:

"Sal..."

"Sal..."

"Sal..."

The thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and those eyes, the most beautiful eyes a mage had ever seen, slowly reflected the face of another person who was crying with joy in the darkness of night.

"……Owner……"

"...you saved me again."

The black-haired soldier half-closed his eyes, and sighed helplessly: "I'm really...a bad sword and shield."

"...to my partner, it doesn't matter at all."

The mage snorted coldly, and used his lips domineeringly to cover the rebuttal that the man was about to utter.

The giant red dragon raised its head to the sky and let out a dragon roar, and behind it, the figure of the Elemental Law God slowly dispersed.