The Love of Roses in the Enchanted Series

I didn't sleep well last night. I ran out in the middle of the night to chase something who didn't know whether it was a human or a ghost. I wanted to catch up on sleep. Two people came to visit in a row all morning, and even almost quarreled with that guy. How bad is Myron's mood? One can imagine.

After washing my face and changing into light clothes, I went to the Elf Lake, sat down less than one meter away from the water, and tapped the lake water with my toes.

It's rare to be angry about one thing for so long.He is much older than Owen, and he has the desolation of the elderly in his mood. Even if he speaks a little sharply occasionally, after he finishes speaking, it is like the past, and he rarely puts it in his heart. He did not expect that after the man left two hours , but he was still entangled in the resentment.

He picked up a small stone and threw it into the lake, plopping.

"So, it's really not good to get involved with humans." He muttered, "I've had enough of this lesson."

Throw another one, plop, circles of water ripples shake and expand, and then there is a fluttering sound, a piece of wet green hair breaks through the water ripples, revealing half of the head, two big eyes with gray and cloudy whites are gloomy Look here, that's Peg Paula, the ogre in the lake.

"Go into the water and play, all your troubles are gone." The slippery tone was like water plants dragging on the ground, making a rustling sound.

"When it's in the water, it's your food. I don't eat it."

"You can make a contract with me, let me be the guardian, and warn anyone who approaches here." Peg Pauler coaxed.

"At the price of my energy? I can't afford it."

"People here live long lives, and no one can easily forget what happened 70 years ago... Someone will definitely recognize you..." When the evil elf's mouth was laughing under the water, white foam floated up one by one Shui Mian: "You shouldn't come back."

Sighing: "I'm just greedy for the scent of roses..."

"You are not a pure blood person. You have the emotions and desires of human beings. You always use excuses to excuse your sincerity..." The goblin's dark eyes with more white than eyeballs are mocking maliciously: "Flowers are everywhere, but people never come back to life, so you come back miss..."

Frowning, Myron threw another stone at her green heart, and it plopped.

"Do you understand my sincerity again? You are just an evil goblin who lurks in the water and loves to lure children into the water. Be careful if you eat too much, the Knights of the Gods will send knights to capture you!"

Smacking his lips: "I have restrained myself a lot in this, 200 years, and when you remind me, I feel hungry again..."

"Go back to the bottom of the water, don't bother me, I don't like talking to evil spirits."

"Hmph, half-bloods, I would like to give you some advice. The anxiety and anger of human beings will decrease sharply with the increase of age, and the degree of happiness and joy will increase relatively. However, there is only one feeling that does not change with age. ..."

"What kind?"

"sad."

Because of this, Myron was silent, and the emotion hidden in his heart might not really be hatred, but deep sadness.

Peg Pauler suddenly laughed again, and the foam floating on the surface of the water was even more turbid, with the miserable green color of aquatic plants.

"Someone is coming. The blood clansmen are so kind. Without any effort, a pile of food will be delivered to your door. It's not like us. We can only wait for an opportunity at the bottom of the water, waiting for a few playful children to enter the water..."

After she finished speaking, she sank into the water, and the bubbles became less and less and smaller.

Myron heard the sound of bicycles parked, the sound of heavy footsteps, and smelled the strong fragrance of flowers, which was his favorite "like being in love".But he pretended that he didn't hear or smell, and still threw pebbles into the lake for a while to play.

Owen knelt down beside him, and delivered a large bouquet of red half-opened roses wrapped up in style.

"Hey, let's make up."

Myron pretended to be deaf and dumb, still a little angry, and didn't want to pay attention to this thick-skinned person.

"It's all my fault, please, don't be angry anymore, the flowers represent my sincere apology, please make up with me." Humbly put down his posture, as if begging a decisive lover to change his mind.

The temper that had finally been calmed down relapsed again, and Myron just deliberately didn't look at him.In his impression, begging with roses in his hands seems to be an old trick used by outside men to propose marriage, and the use here is neither fish nor fowl.

Seeing that the people by the water ignored him, Owen waited for a while before speaking again: "So, forgive me?"

There is no reason not to forgive, just get out, and don't appear in front of me again.

Owen suddenly smiled, stood up and said, "It's great that you can accept my apology. I'll take this flower and put it in your living room while it's fresh."

He went to the living room on his own, still chanting.Should be able to find the vase?I just saw it on the table, but it was too small...

Myron was in a hurry, how could he say a word?Busy getting up and chasing.

"You, you, stop, I didn't..."

Owen stopped and turned around, opened his arms, and the timing was just right for Myron to crash into his arms.

"Time is precious, don't waste it on meaningless anger." He folded his arms and hugged the person: "It doesn't matter for any reason, as long as I can be with you, be a friend or an enemy."

"You're always wishful thinking." Myron complained sullenly, raising her head, "I hit my nose, it hurts!"

"Hurrah, it won't hurt anymore." He lowered his head and tried to breathe.

Myron pulled his hand out in time to block his nose.

This time it was Owen's turn to complain: "It can't be blown like this."

"I'm afraid you'll take the opportunity to kiss me."

Having been punctured, Owen said in his heart that he regretted it as much as he regretted it, but he still looked innocent and tried to ask: "Ah, is it really not possible?"

Myron glared.

"No, no." Owen surrendered, let go, and said, "Put on a coat and follow me to town."

"I don't want to go out."

"The weather is cool, wouldn't it be nice to ride around? Just ride to the town and visit the priest with me."

"No." Myron shook his head as he thought of the church and all the unpleasant memories flooded his mind.

"Hey, don't be awkward, going out for a walk will make you feel better."

No matter how stinky Myron's face was, he excitedly pulled people into the house, as if this was his home.He found a vase, filled it with water and arranged flowers, then grabbed the thin coat hanging on the wall and put it on the person, saying go.

"I didn't say I was going."

"It's fine if you don't go, I can stay here with you all day, chatting and singing."

The more he said it, the more shameful it became. It showed that if Myron refused to go out, the man made up his mind not to leave.Looking at the house that was like a castle that had sheltered him countless times, Myron really hated letting outsiders invade for a long time, it was like his own heart was also invaded.

"Okay, let's go." Pushing the tall man out.

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Avoiding the hot time at noon, the sky is clear and fresh in the afternoon, which is suitable for two people to ride side by side.It may be that Owen knew that he had offended people today, so he kept trying to tell jokes along the way, just to make people laugh.

Even if he wanted to laugh, he forcibly suppressed it. Myron knew that he shouldn't be too phony to the smiling person, because it would be very troublesome to get rid of it in the future.

It rained just after entering the town, which made Myron frown. Their family members are afraid of a lot of water and humidity, and the rain will reduce their physical performance. Although they will not die, they will feel sick. uncomfortable.

Knowing that he would not go out, Myron looked around hesitantly, and the car was crooked. He just wanted to find a place to shelter from the rain.

"Ah, it's raining!" Owen looked up at the sky, took off his coat with one hand and threw it on Myron's head: "Don't get wet, you should be afraid of water."

"You?" How do you know I'm afraid of water?Do you really know that I...

Owen saw Myron cast doubtful and distrustful eyes on him, smiled, and explained: "When we first met, you were hiding from the rain? You are very thin, and you must be easily sick. It's not good."

Myron lowered his head, thinking, this person is more careful than he imagined, one day he will realize that his physique is different from ordinary people, then...

Then is it fear, escape, or resistance, holding a bright banner, like his great-grandfather?

who knows?

"Don't be in a daze, it's raining harder and harder!" Owen yelled back, pedaling hard on his bicycle.

After returning to his senses, he followed Owen closely, and rode into the back of the church and in front of the former residence of the former mayor.

When he hurriedly parked the car under the eaves, Myron thought at this moment: "What the hell are you looking for the priest for?"

"Oh, I went to the town library to check the information. The librarian told me that there is an official diary written by the mayor 70 years ago, which is kept by his descendants. I am very curious. In the days when the vampire was killed, the mayor Is there any relevant record here..."

Myron tilted his head, a little surprised.

"The mayor obviously..."

"He obviously?"

"... Nothing. What can I write in the mayor's official diary?"

Owen smiled, helped him take off the coat covering his head, and touched the soft silver-white hair, feeling distressed that the end of the other's hair was stained with rain, and was about to help him dry it, but was pushed away.

Myron shook his head a few times, shaking off the rainwater on his head, like a cat with silver-white hair shaking off the water droplets on his body.

The cat must not know how cute his actions are, but Owen has seen them all. He really wants to shoot this scene with a digital camera. He can watch it every day, every day, and I believe he will never get tired of watching it for a lifetime.

While reading it, he answered confidently: "The mayor was busy dealing with vampires at the time, and there are always clues in the diary. If you compare Natalie's diary, you will definitely find something interesting, because..."

"What?" Myron asked.

"Because the mayor was killed by a vampire a few days before Natalie got married. At the same time, Paul shot the vampire to death with a silver bullet and saved Natalie."

When Owen narrated, even his tone of voice became vague, as if he had witnessed the situation at that time with his own eyes.

"Yeah, I'm not interested." Myron turned around just in time to see the priest coming down the corridor.

The priest's eyes lit up when he saw Myron from a distance, but because of his status as a priest, he had to maintain an honest demeanor and walked over with a kind smile.

"Welcome, welcome. Owen, after I received your call, I immediately went to the study to find the diary...Why, do you really plan to write a novel about vampires with the town as the background?"

Although he was talking to Owen, his eyes were fixed on Myron without blinking. You can imagine how interested he is in Myron just from this action.Scholarly Mendi Forum

Or to show ownership, Owen took Myron's shoulders, implying how close and intimate he was to this beautiful person, but on the surface he thanked the priest politely.

"If I can become a best-selling novelist, I will definitely remember the priest in the foreword." Turning to Myron, I said, "I will also remember you, because you are the source of my inspiration and the incarnation of the muse. .”

Myron's expression that had been frozen for a long time finally loosened, he smiled, and then condensed again, pushing away the arms on his shoulders, he was not used to being too close to people.

The priest also laughed and said, "Here please."

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Leading visitors through the atrium cloister, there is a monastery-like solemn atmosphere here.The priest introduced that the members of the Hawthorne family had all moved out of this place long ago. Currently, the people living here are mainly clergymen sent by the religious order. Besides the priest himself, there are also several deacons and monks.

As we were talking, we met two deacons at the corner. They were no exception. When they saw Myron, they couldn't help being stunned. With silver-white hair color back.

"...It's not harmful..." Someone murmured.

"What did you say?" Myron asked Owen.

"No." Quick answer.

The priest opened the door of the study at this time, and stepped in first, followed by Owen, but Myron hesitated as before.

"What's the matter?" the priest asked.

"This..." Myron said with embarrassment, "My family's rules, it's impolite to enter without the master's invitation."

"Sorry, I forgot to discuss this with you." The priest suddenly realized, and said, "Please come in, you are my sincerely invited guest."

"Well, thanks." Strides in.

This study is said to have once been the mayor's office.As soon as he entered the door, there was a portrait of the deceased mayor hanging above the fireplace opposite. His blue-gray eyes and blond hair were exactly the same as those of the priest, and his steady and dignified demeanor was quite similar.

The priest pointed to the portrait and explained.

"In order to protect the townspeople, my great-grandfather fought with the vampire that killed the girl. Although he died, he saved the girl who was captured at that time. After hearing the news, the girl's fiancé came and shot the demon with a silver bullet..."

With a pop, Myron laughed, causing the priest and Owen to look at him at the same time.

"I'm sorry." He said the words of apology, but his expression was still half a smile, as if he had heard a big joke and tried hard to hold back his laughter.

Seeing him like this, Owen finally felt relieved. From the time he packed a bouquet of flowers in a hurry until he apologized to him by the lake, he was sullen at himself for being serious, but he became happy when he heard the past stories told by the priest. It seems that the rain has passed The sky is blue.

Sadness or anger are not suitable for him. He should smile more, live a more cheerful life, stop using sarcastic words to isolate other people's concerns, and then accept Owen as a person openly.

The priest coughed lightly, drawing Owen's attention back.

"This is the place where my great-grandfather fought the vampire. It is said that the vampire was extremely cruel. He tore apart those who resisted him with his teeth, sprayed blood and flesh on the wall, and the scream of the girl was heard far away. , was heard by the fiancé who rushed over, so..."

"Ah, so that's the case, I just don't know what the vampire brought Natalie here?" Owen raised doubts: "He should abduct people to his castle, cemetery, or drink blood on the spot instead of bringing the town Chief's office to propose marriage."

The priest was overwhelmed by the question, and it took him a while to say angrily: "Vampires are the devils of the night, and their thoughts cannot be judged by common sense."

"Really?" Myron asked suddenly, still mocking.

"Of course, unless there is a more reasonable explanation."

"Human beings are limited by their own shallow knowledge, and they always like to impose terrible imaginations on innocent species, thus distorting the legend." Myron looked into the empty and deserted fireplace: "If there were so-called criminal forensic science back then , the result will be different.”

"Different results? Do you think..." Owen interjected, and asked in surprise, "Who else killed the mayor?"

"Anyway, it's been 70 years, who cares about the truth? The sect only wants to capture the horror of the devil and strengthen its identity as a guardian of the light, while the novelist?" Looking at Owen: "Exaggerate the horror in it, take Just sell it for money."

"Historians will be interested." Owen said seriously. "It's their job to restore the truth of unofficial anecdotes."

"That's right." The priest clapped his hands, "It's a pity that I'm a theologian, and I can only deal with the theory that God and the devil are contending. Now, the two of you come over to look at this diary... Please turn the pages carefully, after all, after 70 years, the binding Parts are not secure."

Carefully place the diary on the same old desk, unfolded to a certain page.Owen hurriedly leaned his head to look over, and when he turned around, he saw that Myron was showing a lack of interest, and took two steps back to pull him over.

The faded ink is slightly smudged on the yellowed paper, just like Natalie's diary, the corpse of the bookworm exudes the smell of the old generation, and the paper itself is all out of date. This diary has no emotional mood, Only short descriptions.

"...I remember...that's right here." The priest pointed to the summer dates.

From the beginning of recording the discovery of the corpses of young townspeople in the cemetery, there will be a new list of victims every few weeks after that. The mayor will write down their age and gender, all of whom are seventeen or eighteen years old. young girl.Then there is the list of the self-defense team of the village group, what time and what time to arrange patrols at night, who witnessed the strange shadow, etc., all detailed records.

Next is a list of young girls in the town and nearby villages, including Natalie.

On X, X, in the early hours of the morning, Frank saw a girl wandering on his family's ranch. He guessed it was Natalie from the Ford family.

On X, X, Bill gave birth to the lamb in the middle of the night, and saw Natalie walking from the direction of the Fairy Lake. There was another young man in front of him. According to the characteristics of his hair, he should be Jean Trenson, a nobleman living by the Fairy Lake. .

On the night of X, X, Polly witnessed Gene Terenson taking Natalie back to her house.When I asked Natalie afterwards, she denied everything, only saying that she was sleeping at home and had not wandered out.

On X, X, the Ford couple came to seek help with their daughter Natalie, suspecting that she was also spotted by a vampire.Natalie and Paul Silver? The wedding will be held in a few days.The priest performed the exorcism ceremony for her, and told her to carry the cross with her, and when she encountered temptation, she should recite the words of God aloud: Whoever sheds your blood and kills you, whether it is a beast or a man, I will punish him——

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On X, X, the townspeople believed that Gene Trenson was a vampire, and asked the management committee of the town to organize a team to capture it.The Trenson family is an ancient nobleman, and they are friendly with the royal family and members of the upper and lower houses. They can't mess around. I blocked the request of the townspeople.

I'm going to visit Jean Trenson myself.

Seeing this, Owen was surprised and said to Myron, "Hey, the mayor is going to visit your relatives."

Myron vaguely remembered such a thing.At that time, the mayor invited him to live here, saying that the Elf Lake was sparsely populated, and the townspeople were suspicious of him, and might act irrationally, making it unsafe to live alone.

He declined because the mayor was rather uncomfortable.

The three continued to look at the log.

On X, X, visit Gene Trenson.He is not afraid of sunlight, can eat normal food, and is not afraid of the cross on my body. He also has a cross on his body.Such a man could not be a vampire, but he was so beautiful that no woman in the town could match him.

Beautiful things are poisons, which must be removed as soon as possible, and cannot remain in the world. I will personally remove the temptation and send it to the pylorus of death.

Owen laughed loudly, pointing to this line and teasing the priest: "The mayor wrote this in his office diary, revealing too much personal feelings."

Myron frowned, pushed Owen's stomach with his elbow, and asked, "Don't you think the last few sentences are extreme?"

"That's right, these words shouldn't appear in the office log." Owen nodded and looked down: "Wait, look at this."

In the evening of X, X, Paul knocked on the door. Tomorrow was the day of his wedding with Natalie, but Natalie had been missing since the afternoon, and all the family members went out to find her.He was worried that Natalie would be taken away by a vampire and asked me to organize a search team to find someone.

As the mayor, I suggested that he stay calm, or ask Gene at the Elf Lake, but he said that he had already looked for Gene, and that Gene helped him prepare for the wedding from early in the morning and never left him. in front of you.

I gave Paul the gun and silver bullets for emergencies, and asked him to ask Natalie's other friends, and I went to call on the townspeople to find someone.

The diary is written here, and there is no more text. The priest explained that in the middle of the night of this day, the tragedy happened.

"In the end, who are the vampires?" Owen asked.

"At that time, there were three witnesses in the office. The mayor was dead, Natalie was unconscious, and Paul, who shot the gun, swore that the vampire was his friend Gene, but he couldn't find the vampire's body to prove it. The priest said that because the bullet penetrated the heart, and the vampire was wiped out."

"Couldn't Paul be hallucinating because of being frightened?" Owen asked.

"The acting mayor who temporarily took over the town affairs inquired about the Trenson family, but got the news that Jean Trenson had returned to the family and was safe and sound." The priest said, "The matter is over, but since that day , there have been no more bizarre deaths in the town until now..."

Owen turned to Myron and asked, "So Gene is not a vampire?"

"Jean Trenson died in [-]. This has been fully recorded in the Trenson family. If you are in a hurry, you can check it in the name of collecting materials."

"Shouldn't your family members be as fierce as your brother?" Owen still had lingering fears when he thought of Kelly's aggressive aura.

"It's not fierce, but rather cruel. There were tabloid reporters and paparazzi who secretly followed and filmed their private lives. As a result, my brothers and sisters arrested them, stripped them naked and soaked them in the moat outside Warwick Castle, and waited for them to be killed. When he was rescued, his life was almost gone.”

Owen didn't dare to ask any more questions, took out a pen and paper, and copied down the main points of the diary.

Taking advantage of this gap, the priest turned to chat with Myron in a low voice.

"Leaving aside whether Jean Trenson is a vampire or not, I have to admit what my great-grandfather said. The people in the Trenson family are indeed beautiful, so beautiful that it makes people shudder. I am afraid that this is the temptation of the devil to make people fall into the abyss of evil."

"It's too much to compare people to devils." Regarding the comment on his appearance, although the Trensen people had heard of calloused ears, they couldn't help but go back with a sour sentence.

"On the way to God, if there is a beautiful devil blocking, I will remove that temptation with my own hands..." the priest said, there was a kind of excitement in his deep voice.

Myron smiled slightly, and took another look at the portrait on the fireplace.

"I have to say that heredity is an amazing thing. You, as well as your great-grandfather, like to judge the value of others at will. This is a crazy and difficult to control characteristic."

"Oh, interesting." The priest's eyes brightened, "Why is it crazy to know us?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Myron replied: "Only fools and lunatics will confront the devil head-on. The real gods and angels use devious, gradual, and deceptive strategies..."

Owen, who had copied a paragraph, suddenly looked up and said, "That's not the case!"

"So what?" Myron asked back.

"Because the devil has a prejudice against himself, the angel can only move in a roundabout way, so as not to disturb the other party." As he spoke, Owen also softened: "And cheating is for the sake of being gentle."

"Nonsense." Myron rolled his eyes at him and asked again, "Have you copied everything that should be copied? I want to go back."

Before Owen could answer, the priest rushed to say, "Don't worry, the believers just brought the cakes, drink the afternoon tea before leaving."

"I don't..." Myron wanted to refuse. For him, this was a revisit of the old place, and it would remind him of that nasty memory, making him feel even worse.

The priest patted him on the shoulder with a comforting smile like a loving father.

"You should relax and don't frown too tightly. The church was originally set up to guide the lost sheep. If you have any questions, please come and talk to me."

"I am not a lost lamb, I am a heathen."

"Then please forget about my status as a priest and make friends with each other." The priest is kind and kind.

Owen felt that he seemed to be excluded by them, so he took one of the most effective self-protection actions, which was to squeeze in between the two, and intentionally or unintentionally use his broad chest to cover more than two-thirds of Myron, and make his own decision Help him answer the priest.

"We are all friends. We all love our neighbors and our enemies in the love of God. We live in harmony with each other, and there will be no more disputes."

Myron didn't bother to pay attention to them. Looking up, the eyes of the mayor in the portrait seemed to be looking at him.

Sneer, human beings are ignorant, how do they know what a real demon looks like?