holy flame

Obviously the egg was saved by Samuel, but the responsibility of taking care of the egg fell on Eric, because Samuel said "I won't."

"My lord, I won't either."

"But I see you holding the egg very skillfully."

"How can this be seen as proficiency?" Eric didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I just think that it can keep the egg warm, but I don't know what kind of problem should be kept. If you give the egg to me, then The result is probably to make it a rotten egg in the end."

"Throw away the rotten egg, it's okay. Also, don't call me an adult, call me Samuel." Patting Eric on the shoulder, Samuel ignored Eric's helplessness and went out to do his own business.

One night, it started to rain lightly. In the middle of the night, the light rain began to mix with snowflakes. When the next day dawned, the sky was already full of heavy snow.

Julian was walking along a field path in a large cloak that wrapped himself from head to toe.In this kind of weather with dark clouds covering the sun, even a new little blood like him can come out in the daytime just by wrapping himself up a bit.

The vampires are one of the few undead races that maintain senses of touch, smell, and a small amount of taste in addition to hearing and vision. Even the vampires can feel their own questions.Especially in this gloomy and cold weather, the feeling that the marrow in his bones must be frozen is no different from when he used to trek through the ice and snow. Although this feeling is terrible, Julian likes it very much. Because it gave him the illusion that he was still alive.

Squinting and looking into the distance, Julian suddenly smiled. He bent down and began to toss the snow on the ground. He didn't have any tools, and it was still a bad weather with snow falling more and more, which added a lot of difficulties to Julian's actions.But when the real night fell, an extremely ugly scholar was completed.He used the blue buttons of his cloak for the snowman's eyes, and out of twigs he drew the man's mouth and nose.

"Samuel..." This snowman looks like an ugly monster, not the slightest resemblance to that beautiful person, but Julian can only vent his thoughts like this...

"Samuel? Your lover?"

"Well." Julian closed his eyes and sat on the snow with his back against the snowman. He just wanted to immerse himself in his own world, but it was his immediate superior who spoke, and he was not qualified to ignore him.

"So guess what your lover is doing now? Is he also building a snowman to miss you? Or has he found a new love?"

Julian opened his eyes. He just had an unpleasant conversation with this blood nobleman before, but he really didn't understand why this guy named Dylan Mohan has been entangled with him since then?First of all, he was promoted to his side in an extraordinary way, and then he was always looking for trouble around him!Could it be that this guy has suffered setbacks because of his feelings—you don’t need to inquire about it, you can know it just by talking during this period—so he wants to make all the blood races he knows feel unhappy along with him?

"I think he has found a new love." Julian replied with a slightly unkind tone

"Also, Master Mohan, what exactly do you want to know? Please ask together today."

The first half of Julian's sentence stunned Dylan for a moment, and the second half made his pale face show obvious embarrassment. However, this blood nobleman is not a narrow-minded guy. He just thinks a little, and it is very natural. Sitting opposite Julian, of course, also sitting in the snow.

"I used to be a human earl. Of course, it was a long time ago. I was seriously injured because of defeat and couldn't resist. As a result, I became a vampire. When I regained consciousness, I also thought about death, but just like you, I have a person who I want to see again. So I endured it, just to live to see him one last time. In fact, this kind of thinking is stupid. I became his enemy and had to kill more just to see him. How could this be good for him? Of course, I was young at that time, so I didn’t think about it so much.”

Julian actually wanted to drive Dylan away when he said those words, but he didn't expect the nobleman to actually sit down and talk to him, so he could only listen.

"I heard a lot of news about him before I saw him. After my death, he took over the leadership of the army and successfully repelled the attack of the undead. He is a human hero. What I thought at the time Like you, I wanted to die on his sword. Then one day, I felt the time was right, so I sneaked into the human camp with the latest information on the undead army's latest movements. What I saw was that he and another Someone I didn't know was rolling in the bedroom and he even said to the man in his passion 'you're better than anyone I've hugged in the past' and when he saw me he didn't even give me a chance to talk, I have already waved my sword at each other..."

"To be honest, I don't think I have anything in common with you."

"What?" Dylan was still immersed in the pain of the past, and Julian's voice made him unable to react for a while.

"I said, there is nothing in common between us. Let's put it this way, if I see Samuel again, if he hugs another man or woman, although I will suffer, I won't feel that he has done anything wrong The living always want to live, and look forward, since I am dead, then what qualifications do I have to continue to occupy the position next to him? Besides, I told that person before, let him find a few more A lover. And if he's going to kill me, so be it, that's what I was waiting for, wasn't it?"

Dylan looked at Julian in surprise but thoughtfully: "Are you so willing?"

"I am different from you, Lord Mohan. You are still a nobleman, and I am just a little ranger. What you think about is whether you are willing or not, and what I think about is whether you are happy or not. For me, From the day I fell in love with him, his happiness is more important than my own. In fact, living up to now is already a manifestation of my selfishness. After all, the dead should lie on the ground obediently In the end it turned into mud, but I still struggled to see him one last time."

Julian understood that this Dylan was a flower in a greenhouse, because he was educated by the elites since he was a child to be good at administration, war and other things, but because he was always protected in the palm of his hand, this nobleman was emotionally insensitive. He is not much better than Samuel. As the favored child of heaven, he must still have willfulness and pride in his character, so in some aspects, he is worse than Samuel.

As a result, the so-called betrayed love that happened a long time ago became a knot in his heart.

"Am... am I wrong?"

"I don't know." Julian shook his head.

Dylan stood up from the ground unsteadily, turned to leave, but stopped: "Can you tell me who your lover is? I'm curious, what kind of person can win your heart. "

"His name is Samuel, and he is a paladin."

"Paladins? It turns out that you are Crolians." Valenthal's paladins were all called to Belaka by the emperor and the great saint who had few cities left, unless they were newly comprehended fighting spirit , otherwise [-]% of the paladins outside may be from Clorion, "Then you said, the living should look forward. In fact, we are still alive, and if he is dead, will you look at me? "

Although Julian had already felt cold, Dylan's words made him feel more "cold"!

After nearly four days of heavy snowfall, two of the newly built wooden houses in the valley were crushed and collapsed. Fortunately, there were no human or livestock casualties. The griffin eggs that Eric was ordered to hatch on the day when the snow stopped finally did not turn into rotten eggs. A baby griffin broke out of its shell.

"What's it called?"

"This is yours."

"But you are its mother."

"..."—

The author has something to say: ==＋I wrapped myself into a ball, but my fingers were still very cold, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh the sun is shining outside but my home is colder