Paladin

Mr. Mage didn't keep his triumphant smile on for long.

Soon he began to suffer from headaches.

...Evan was drunk.

Yes.

One sip, spirit special brew, very low alcohol content, fruit wine.

After the paladin took a sip, he sat and rested for a while, slowly showing a gentle smile, and then his face began to flush.

Hewitt couldn't help but look at him twice more.

Previously, Evan had been chased and intercepted, he had been lavishly praised, and he had even fallen into embarrassment because of his addiction...but he didn't blush, not once.This sometimes makes the mage feel that Evan has the ability to remain calm and calm on the surface no matter what his heart is like, and at most he will only show a hint of embarrassment.

And now such Evan started to blush just because of a sip of wine.

Hewitt was so surprised that he almost started to worry, and asked him in a low voice: "Are you okay? Are you allergic to alcohol?"

Evan shook his head, and also replied in a low voice: "No, I just... have this physique. I'm not drunk yet, it's just... well, I can't control this physiological reaction."

Hewitt looked into Evan's eyes for a long while, and finally confirmed that he was indeed awake.

Evan said again: "But...after a while, if this wine has stamina, it may not be so good. I...we should go."

Hewitt: "..." You are really useless.

Evan almost ran away from the banquet, and after reluctantly rejecting countless people's gracious invitations with Hewitt, he turned into the alley several times in a row, and finally found a moment of silence.

Evan was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief and tore his neckline open.At this time, his face was already flushed, and his emerald eyes seemed to be much brighter.

Hewitt looked at him again and said, "Do you... need help?" After he finished speaking, he passed the crutch silently.

Evan said with a smile: "No need, respect, I can still walk."

The two walked in silence for a while, and Evan's pace was a little messy.

After a while, Hewitt said again: "Do you still know the way?"

"I'm really... still awake, I can think, and I can definitely... remember and talk normally." Evan said dumbfounded, "Do you want to quiz me? It's just... a glass of wine , it paralyzes only... the cerebellum, my brain is not affected... okay?"

Hewitt stared at him suspiciously for a while, and thoughtfully slowed him down for a half-step walk, watching Evan walk vigorously and briskly in an S-shaped curve in the alley.

The two finally returned to their residence, Evan chattered about, but he couldn't untie his dress, instead he tore the neckline in a mess.

Hewitt looked at him for a while, and Evan said awkwardly: "You know, the cerebellum...controls people's movements...uh."

The paladin was so clumsy that he managed to untie his belt.The mage finally couldn't stand it anymore, and helped him take off his coat.

Evan heaved a sigh of relief, lay back on the bed, and said seriously: "That's it, I'm a little... dizzy. Good night, Hewitt."

After a while, Evan realized something again, kicked his legs on each other, and took off his boots.

It was rare for Hewitt to see the swift and clumsy elf, so he held back his amused observation for a while, then finally turned off the light and said, "Okay, good night."

The lights went out, and there was a quiet night in the room. A narrow moonlight came in from the edge of the window, just falling on the lower half of Evan's face.

A small part of the elf's face is fully illuminated, and the fine fluff around the lips can be seen.Although he lived an unimaginably long life, he always looked like a very attractive young man. The beating heart in his chest was hot and hot, as if it had been watered by justice and passion.

Evan was indeed a little drunk, his throat was a little dry, and he pulled his neckline again.At this moment, he could tell that Hewitt still hadn't left the house, but he was reluctant to open his eyes, and just lay down with some tired eyes closed.

Hewitt came back.

He propped his knees on the edge of the bed so he could lean over, then reached over to help unbutton Evan's first and second liners.

For some reason, Evan still didn't open his eyes, but felt the other party's gaze fall on his eyelids.

The night was quiet and leisurely, and Hewitt continued to bend down, blocking the moonlight that shone on Evan's lips.

The mage gently touched Evan's lips with his lips, and tried to separate his lips...just a gentle touch.

The kiss ended as gently as it began.

When he left, Evan was a little itchy. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he couldn't help smiling after opening his eyes: "So I told you...Although I was drunk, I was still conscious."

"I know," Hewitt whispered, "Me too."

……

The next morning, Evan woke up in a daze.A small glass of fruit wine did not give him a hangover, but Evan still sat there for a while in a daze, thinking: Last night... something really happened, right?

After a while, Evan was convinced that the soft kiss last night had really existed.

Evan then sat for a while, thinking in a mess in his mind: Why is he so innocent... Has that poisonous tongue mage never kissed with his tongue, it feels so innocent... Oh my god, am I older than him? More than 1 years old, did I seduce such a young human being...

Ahhhhh, a mess.

Evan tugged at his broken hair in distress, and then thought: Run away after kissing, are you shy!No, no, no, this is too weird... Huitt still shy?

Evan shook his head vigorously, patted his cheek, and finally struggled to get off the bed, washed, put on his coat, and went out the door.

As soon as he opened the door, Evan almost thought that he slept in the living area of ​​the inner city last night.

The outside of the gate is completely new, without the mess and filth of the outer city in the past. Not only the road paved with stones has been cleaned, but even the houses seem to have been repaired.Overnight, the chaotic living environment here seems to have been rectified by some magical power, and the difference is unbelievably large.

As Evan walked down the street, he saw refugees from Emden lining up; when he got to the front, he saw they were queuing for breakfast and clothes.

When everyone saw Evan, they greeted him with reverence, and the two monks who were serving porridge and clothes bowed to him: "Good morning, Your Excellency Paladin, I hope we have not disturbed you."

Evan shook his head and said good morning to them with a smile.

The monk also handed him a bowl of porridge, indicating to him that side dishes could be picked up next to him.Evan looked at the bowl in his hand. The porridge was white and sticky, and tasted good—he drank it down and thanked the monk.

Evan knew that these things were the relief that the nobles and bishops had promised him at the banquet last night, and they were all in the name of donations, without asking for anything in return.It's just that everyone knows that what they really want is a different look from the Saint of Dawn.

The difference in a person's status and fame can sometimes affect the fate of many people.

When he walked out of this alley, he saw a lot of horse-drawn carriages parked in front of the door, and servants were waiting in front of them, handing over an invitation letter.

Evan hurriedly turned around and hid back. He knew what he would encounter if he showed his face at this time.

After a while, Hewitt came over from the door, took Evan away and said, "What are you doing here?"

His tone was very natural, still the same cold look that Evan was familiar with; Evan also replied naturally: "Just looking around. Is there anything I need to know?"

Hewitt said casually: "There is news that Hugo, the Prosecutor of the Holy City, has gone back. You may want to meet him. A bishop named Kyle Spencer sent a message saying that the result of Ann's trial may be Detained for two years, the specific place of detention is yet to be discussed, but the status of a nun will definitely be deprived..."

Halfway through the two of them talking, they suddenly saw a super big man walking in front of them——

The two-meter-two highlander fool "Gao Shan" had a bird's nest on his head, seven or eight iron pots were tied to his body, a rope was tied around his waist, and two wooden planks were tied to the rope, which looked like it was made of iron pots. Freak robot.

Two or three little boys stepped on the wooden plank and shouted, "Let's go! My Flame Dragon Invincible! Oh!" Followed by a bunch of brats, followed in a long line.

Gao Shan leaned forward, strenuously pulling the plank around, passing in front of the two of them.

Evan: "..."

Hewitt: "..."

It took a while for Evan to react, and hurriedly said: "Wait, wait a minute!"

The mountain stopped, and the boys behind were a little afraid of Evan, one or two hid behind the mountain.

"Who told you to do this?" Evan untied the iron pot from Gao Shan's body and educated them, "Don't bully honest people, you know?"

The boys all nodded in pecking rice.

Gao Shan stood there stupidly, watching Evan take off all the iron pots on his body. After a while, his eyes became moist.

Gao Shan said aggrievedly: "Give it back to me!"

Evan: "..."

Gao Shan snatched the iron pot back from his hand, stuck it back on his body cherishingly, tied it up, and said in a rough voice: "I am... the super invincible flame dragon Crystal Fortress Titan!"

"Oh!!!"

The boys cheered again in an instant. One of them climbed to the back of the mountain, and several of them stepped back on the plank. They continued to be dragged by the mountain, and ran away in a long and lively way.

It was a thankless task, and Evan couldn't laugh or cry, he still had an iron pot in his hand and didn't know where to put it, so he walked back to Hewitt.

The mage put his hands in his sleeves, with a smile in his eyes, and said with disgust on his mouth: "What are you doing, do you want to go up and play?"

Evan smiled and said, "It's nothing, I'm an elder, and I'll bring it back for you to play with."

Hewitt: "..."

The first time he successfully blocked the deadly tongue, Evan cocked his mouth and smiled triumphantly.

They walked aimlessly on the street for a while, and the children ran back and forth lively, and Gao Shan actually mixed in well and played very harmoniously.

After seeing the desperate and helpless eyes of these children in misery, seeing their naughtiness and their happiness, it is like seeing new shoots sprouting from dead ancient trees.

Evan thought: It's all worth it.That's great.

A disaster caused by the lich has finally disappeared until today; innocent people left their homes and came to new cities, and finally they will welcome a new life.

There is nothing in this world that is more refreshing than getting drunk after doing your best to turn the tide.