Portable Space in the Magic World

Lin Huai will not study the seismic impact of this incident on the magic world.In fact, he felt that he was too busy to think about frivolous things that didn't help.

He sat by the side of the lotus pond all night, patted the dew on his body in the dim light of the next morning and stood up.It’s not a big deal. I cleaned up under the leadership of several maids, and had a delicious breakfast. The chefs in the palace were very skilled. The cake was exquisite and delicious. The white cream was decorated with a brightly colored strawberry. The milk was mellow and not After eating another fruit, Lin Huai could not help but burp.

After eating enough, he got up and went to visit Freddy's father who was still in a coma.

There is a special medical room in the palace, the environment and equipment are excellent, the ward has a strong smell of herbs, and the white walls make people involuntarily think of a hospital in another world.Several experienced old doctors caught a glimpse of the figure walking in the door, stopped discussing the prescription, and trotted all the way to salute.

They had never met Lin Huai before, but they couldn't be more familiar with Borg who was following Lin Huai.Well aware of the iron-blooded methods of this uncertain emperor, and the one lying on the bed still showed no sign of waking up. Compared with the two, he stood nervously and couldn't stand still, and staggered and knelt down.He completely ignored the fact that Lin Huai was getting closer to them.This scene was like several old men scrambling to kneel down to Lin Huai.

Borg asked them to get up impatiently: "Aren't you awake yet?"

Several old doctors looked at each other, and the one with the highest position panicked: "It's like this." Then he reported Reginald's symptoms to Berg in detail, which was basically the result of his body being damaged. The foundation of undead magic has been hollowed out, and they have been severely persecuted in the Holy See. Coupled with the external cause of the great tragedy of a white-haired man sending a black-haired man, the patient himself is unwilling to wake up due to psychological resistance to external information.Theoretically speaking, the patient's own ability to survive is already needed at this moment.

Borg tapped his fingers on the table without saying a word.

Several old doctors were worried, for fear that if one failed, the game would be over.

Borg didn't seem to realize how much psychological pressure he had caused to several elderly people who were about to retire. The more important reason was that he was distracted.It's impossible to say that he doesn't feel guilty about this matter.After all, Freddie's death had fulfilled his power, and he should be grateful.And the mighty pope is like a lingering cloud hanging over his head, struggling to survive in the shadow where no sunlight can be seen. Suddenly the shadow disappears, and there is still a sense of desolation like the death of a rabbit and a fox.

While thinking about it, he saw Lin Huai with his back turned from the corner of his eye.The night before, Lin Huai's smile was lingering in his heart, and he was suddenly very depressed, and he didn't know how to vent it, so he just left a group of people who hadn't done anything in fear, sat down and poured himself a cup of cold tea overnight Suffocated, he got up and left.

Before leaving, he did not forget to tell his attendants to take good care of him and give him what he wanted without delay.

Reginald was lying on several layers of duvets embroidered with fine brocade, his consciousness was wandering in endless nightmares, his face was like the trunk of an old tree with withered vines, Twilight was old, with cold sweat dripping on his forehead, and his face was pale. Pale, so white that it was gray.

With Borg's order in front, several old doctors did not dare to be disrespectful to Lin Huai. After some diagnosis and discussion about the disease, the initial contempt disappeared. They were surprised to find that Lin Huai's medical skills Not under them.They were sent to decoct the medicinal materials, and Lin Huai was left to talk with Reginald. If there is anything that can wake up the comatose old man now, only Lin Huai has such ability.

He chatted little more than about his life with Freddie, and sometimes he would stop suddenly and think, "So there were so many stories," and then go on.Of course, Lin Huai would not really wait for Reginald's reaction.It's like talking to a wall for a long time, but I don't feel tired.

When Lin Huai left, the sky was already shrouded in night, and the maid who was guarding the door stepped forward and said softly, "Your Majesty is waiting for you."

"Is there something wrong?" Lin Huai asked casually.

"Your Majesty didn't say anything."

The maid brought Lin Huai to the study where Borg was reviewing the memorials. There was a warm incense burning in the study. The difference from the previous visit was that there was a disheveled woman missing.Lin Huai thought absently.When Boge saw him coming, he pointed to the dinner beside him without raising his head, and continued to review the memorials presented by the courtiers.

Lin Huai ate quietly and quickly, and soon a maid came to take away the tableware and brought a stack of novels for recreation.Lin Huai looked through them, and they were all mysterious legends and myths about gods and monsters.Picking out a book with a pretty cover at random, I flipped through it in a dispirited mood, but the more I looked at it, the more I couldn't sit still.

The book tells about an ancient emperor who did nothing in magic and battle qi, but was extremely wise. His father and king just took a fancy to his character and knowledge to pass on to him.Unexpectedly, shortly after the death of his father, several ambitious brothers mutilated him to death and used secret techniques to disrupt his soul.

By chance, this vicious secret technique tears the soul through the time-space rift, and the user of the occult technique is not good at this method, so the emperor's soul was broken, but the broken soul went to the extreme north through the time-space rift The land where the snowy mountains stretch for thousands of miles, it is cold and cold all the year round, and there is no one left.The strange thing is that there are large clusters of purple flowers growing on the snowy field that should be barren of grass. The strange purple flowers are replaced by rebirth, which means putting them to death and rebirth.

The power of the dead flowers repaired the emperor's soul and reshaped his body.The great emperor knew that new life was hard to come by, so he seized this opportunity and joined the army first, starting from the smallest soldier, and finally created his immortal foundation.But the power of the dead flowers could not last long. After a few years of returning to the country, the great emperor left behind his beautiful wife and concubines, and passed away.

Lin Huai couldn't help laughing when he saw the solemn sentence at the back of the article, "Although this is a legend, it is extremely true. The editor guarantees it with his character", because every article in the whole book is followed by this sentence, and he was confused after laughing. Then fell into deep thought.Finger rubbing on the word "Legend", it is said that the shattered soul can be resurrected, and it is said that people can travel through time after death!Oh, by the way, that's not a legend, it's a novel.

However, this great emperor did exist in history. He was born recklessly, but he had the bearing cultivated by a noble family. He overthrew the rule of the faint king and created a generation of prosperity.Perhaps it was the incomprehensible contradictions that appeared in the same person at the same time, and it was far-fetched for future generations to connect him with the previous king.

After reading a book, close it and throw it aside, novel books can really kill a lot of time.

Although it was late at night, the huge study room had been brightly lit for a long time. Borg put aside the finished memorial, rubbed his forehead sleepily, looked up at Lin Huai over there, and fell asleep.During this period of time, the two have been standing on the cusp of the storm, each exhausted, and the quiet and peaceful atmosphere probably only appeared a long, long time ago.

Thinking of this, Borg couldn't help but a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He walked softly to Lin Huai, trying to wake him up. Although he was covered with a thin quilt, he was worried that he would catch a cold. The study room was not a suitable place to sleep. The bed was too hard. I don't know how many sleepless nights I spent in this bed.

There was still one meter away, Lin Huai opened his eyes vigilantly, those clear eyes were obviously not sleepy at all.The magic lamp next to the desk had already gone out, so he said, "Are you done with your work?"

Borg couldn't express the unspeakable bitterness for a moment, but his expression remained the same: "Yes."

Seeing that Borg didn't mean to explain, Lin Huai asked, "What's the purpose of you asking me to come here? I mean, if there is something I need to do—"

Borg's warm eyes gradually turned cold: "Can't you come and stay for a while if you have nothing to do?" His tone was flat and calm, and a three-point smile appeared on his handsome face, as if he had returned to the frivolous person not long ago .Borg didn't wait for his answer, turned around and picked up his coat from the side and put it on his body, "You just come over tomorrow."

Until they parted, Lin Huai still didn't understand what Borg wanted to do.

The next day, after Lin Huai left Reginald's ward, he made a soup with various herbs.Borg got up early and went to bed late. A good emperor was forced to become a working machine. In the past, because he was eager for quick success, he practiced magic by absorbing the energy of magic crystals, leaving many hidden dangers. Now we can’t see it. Wait for a long time Once they burst out together, they will not be far from the Netherworld.This potion is mainly nourishing, and it may save his life if used for a long time.

It seemed that it was almost time to start the pot, so I put it in a bowl, and wrapped several layers of cotton cloth around the bowl, thinking about the benefits of a thermos, and put the hot soup in the corner of Borg's office desk.

There was still no dialogue between the two of them. Lin Huai sat cross-legged on a chair after putting away his things and read a book. Compared with the previous day, the number and variety of books had improved. There were not only unconstrained myths and legends, love books, but also social stories. history and more.Lin Huai was very satisfied with this, and read a historical novel with great interest.

After a few days like this, Lin Huai brought Borg something to eat in different ways every day, and then quietly read in the study, knowing to turn off the lights and leave.Borg raised his head suddenly, and saw a figure in the corner. He obviously didn't say a word, but he felt more and more present, and there was always an indescribable feeling.

Maybe, like this, it's not bad to have someone always by your side.However, he knew very well that Lin Huai would not be the person he needed, nor would he be.

As usual, it was one night.

Berger opened the lid of the medicinal food, and a fresh smell of herbs drifted away with the warm wind.He sometimes wonders how a bitter potion can produce such a delicious taste.The amount is not much, and the brown transparent potion reflects the bright light of the magic lamp, as if it has become a beautiful gem.

But this day, Borg didn’t drink it all in one gulp as usual. The spoon collided against the bowl wall with a crisp sound. He put down the spoon, carefully covered the lid, and wrapped it in cotton cloth.Without any warning, he said, "I know what you're thinking." Lin Huai didn't realize at the first time that he was talking to him, but Borg continued to say , "Although you haven't said it all the time, I just know it."

Lin Huai suddenly laughed: "What do you know?"

"Probably, all?" Borg's hand was placed on the soft cotton cloth, and the slight warmth spread from the wrapping layer to the palm, which felt very comfortable, "At least, I know you think I used tricks to make Frey Dee and the Pope of Light perish together."

For a while, there was no sound in the study room, only the breathing and heartbeat of the two people remained quietly.

This kind of problem suddenly appeared in front of him and was truly dug out. Lin Huai was not ready to face this fact. He was escaping, but as time passed, he had other ideas. The past was impossible. If he changed again, he couldn't sleep peacefully all night. From the past to now, all the knowledge he had read flowed through his mind like a movie. When the book was used up, he hated how little it was, and he was reluctant to give up the trivial knowledge he remembered. Point, he wants to fulfill that legend.

Sometimes, he wondered if the days after crossing were too happy, with almost no twists and turns, so God could no longer stand his childish immaturity, and used this incident to urge him to grow up.

However, this would be too heavy.

Lin Huai almost suspected that from now on, no matter what he encountered, he would be able to bear it.Yes, the feelings he discarded in the last life were more or less due to his carelessness. He had truly loved him, so he understood how difficult it is to have someone by his side all the time.

But at this moment, he stayed in his heart and refused to bring it up, only wishing that the topic of being alone was in front of him, and the assumption put forward by Bog—that was not an assumption at all, okay, this matter, before and after, only Bog He quietly became the biggest winner, he thought it was funny, there really is such a person in the world, who is so hypocritical that he eliminated all his enemies, and still wants to gain a good reputation.There was ridicule and contempt in my heart.Listen, I can't help but laugh out loud.

"How dare you say you didn't!?"