The Love of Roses in the Enchanted Series

After leaving from the priest, Myron didn't want to have anything to do with Owen.But in the early morning of the next day, he suddenly realized that he was nestling in the rose garden of Owen's house again, squatting in the morning light to accompany him to pick rose petals all over the place.

"Why? Why?" murmured, puzzled.

"What why?" Someone asked with a smile.

"Why did you run to quarrel with me so early in the morning?"

Myron was really a little angry, because yesterday afternoon he visited a place he shouldn't have visited, which made him agitated, tossing and turning in bed, and didn't fall asleep until early morning.Early in the morning, someone knocked on the door again. In a trance with the urge to wake up, someone took him to wash his face, brush his teeth and change clothes in a daze, and was put on the back seat of that special bicycle. He didn't wake up until now.

"If I don't look for you, you will never set foot in this manor again." The squatting Owen is really sincere and even plaintive: "Bachelors are pitiful enough, if you don't Just ignore me, won’t I have to die alone in the manor?”

"You can find a woman to marry, like Paul Silver, you can find a woman he really loves and stay with you for the rest of your life." Myron said angrily.

"I found it, as I said, what I want is the blue rose in the dream, set off by the silvery white cloud hair, your eyes..." As he spoke, he moved his head quietly, wanting to kiss the blue rose On the top of the rose, it is almost the fragrance on the pale transparent eyelashes.

Myron took the gardening shovel and blocked it in front of his eyes. This time it was Owen's turn to hit his nose. The moment the bridge of the nose touched the metal surface, there was a knocking sound, "Oh, it hurts!"

Finally regained a victory, Myron was happy, and his spirits lifted a little, "It deserves it!" shouted.

Owen grabbed his hands and said with a smile, "My nose hurts, please help me too."

The silver-haired man was impolite, pushed the other party away, and asked resentfully, "Why did I agree to come here with you to do the hard work? I should still be sleeping by the lake instead of gardening with the shameless guy!"

"Because you promised me in the morning to help make the rosary." Still smiling.

where?Even if there was, he agreed when he was vague. He probably nodded subconsciously when he heard the word rose. Will not say to help.

He muttered: "Aren't rosary beads used when reciting the rosary? Any material can be made, and you have to be more particular. It's the olives from the Gethsemane Mountain Garden. See, these flowers in the ground are wasted..."

"I want to make a string of rosary beads worthy of the name and follow the practice of the ancient believers. Although it will take some patience and time, it is worth it."

Reluctant Myron should choose fresh rose petals, giving priority to red ones, bring them into the house and crush them with a grinder, put a cup of water in the pot, cover them, simmer on low heat, and then instruct Myron Watch, turn off the heat when the water boils, and never cook for too long, otherwise the fragrance of the flowers will be lost.

After explaining, he ran outside again by himself, and came back soon, with an extra deep crimson rose still stained with dew and with a sunken heart.

"Gentle jealousy." Tell the other party the alias of this flower, and put it in the silver-haired guest's hand: "Although jealousy is an emotion based on love, when it is violent, it can hurt others. So I will handle it carefully." Proper, what happened yesterday will never happen again.”

"Jealous?" Myron's heart trembled: "Why do you say that?"

"Let's post it when I feel it, I read such a passage in Natalie's diary last night..." After stopping, Owen seemed not to want to mention it any more.

But it aroused Myron's curiosity even more, asking: "What did Natalie write? Who is jealous of whom?"

"We are jealous of each other." Owen continued to look around and said to him: "Hey, the water is boiling, now wait for the contents of the pot to cool down, and cook again. The fire must be low, otherwise it will burn."

"How did Natalie write it?" Myron was not so easily diverted from the subject.

"It's nothing, it's just Natalie's conjecture. She wrote it cryptically, guessing that Paul is jealous of Gene, and she herself is jealous of Paul..." At this point, Owen spread his hands disapprovingly: "Love should not be messed with. It’s complicated, just love it if you love it, and then pursue and strive for it, it’s better than being bored in your heart.”

Myron didn't pay attention to Owen's hints to himself later, but just chewed on the first few sentences.

Or, he got himself too deep back then, so he unintentionally hurt the person he least wanted to hurt?

Still wanting to think about it, a car stopped outside. Owen looked out the window and clicked his tongue.

"Oh, what are you doing again?"

"Who?"

A knock on the door quickly provided the answer, and someone outside shouted, "Owen, this is Dick, please cooperate with the police and open the door for a routine visit."

The pleasant voice easily connected the people outside with Dick's hearty expression, but Myron was still unhappy, after all being interrogated by the police was quite an unpleasant experience.Owen also didn't want to be disturbed by outsiders when he was in love with the silver-haired guest, but he couldn't refuse the police to come to the door, so he had to open the door.

"Come in, but I'm busy with other things, so I don't have time to prepare tea and snacks."

Dick smiled and took off his hat to greet the two people inside, and said, "No, I just went to patrol the Elf Lake, and I didn't see Myron, so I thought he must be here. Hey, I really expected it."

Myron was expressionless and angry. What does it mean that if he is not at home, he must be here with Owen?It's as if he has nowhere to go and can only nest here when he's bored.

Owen, however, had a rising sense of crisis and asked, "What are you looking for with Myron?"

Seeing Myron cast the same questioning look at him, Dick blushed, and replied, "Well, I didn't ask you clearly about some things yesterday, so today..."

Asking questions is an excuse, but I dare not say that I just want to take advantage of my position to visit people.

Ever since he left the lake house in a hurry yesterday morning, he had been in a daze, like a drug addict with withdrawal symptoms, and only Myron's ecstatic mood was on his mind.

"What else do you want to know?" Myron asked.

Pretending to be serious, he took out his notebook and pen, sat next to Myron, and asked, "When did you arrive in the town, if you still have the train or bus ticket stubs, please show me too... By the way, I also I hope to know your whereabouts in the days before and after X-month-X..."

"X-month-X, the day when the backpacker's body was found in Bird Town, right?" Owen interrupted and asked, "Myllen hadn't arrived in the town yet."

Myron Fox questioned Owen: "How do you know I'm not here yet?"

"Ah, uh, I just went to wander around Elf Lake to find inspiration, and the house was empty at the time." Owen explained: "I'm sure, because I looked inside."

"You!" It's really haunting.

Dick was really envious. The interaction between the two people on the opposite side was like friends who have known each other for many years but fought with each other. Just keeping a distance and secretly looking at Myron, his heart was beating like crazy, and he didn't know what to say to each other.

When Myron informed him of the date of his visit to the town, Dick received a pager on the police radio. After answering, he looked nervous, got up and put on his police cap, "Sorry, something happened in the cemetery, I'm leaving first."

"What can happen in the cemetery?" Owen asked curiously, "Could it be..."

Dick said nervously: "One of the missing backpackers was found. His body was lying in the cemetery, bleeding all over his body...Mo Zhangyang, the police have rushed to the scene to deal with it, and I have to go there too." Reluctantly, he went to Mai Len glanced at it for a few moments before leaving.

After Owen heard the police car sped away, he took his coat and asked Myron to put it on, and said to go.

"Where are you going?"

"The cemetery, I don't believe you're not interested. According to legend, people who are sucked by vampires should also become vampires, right? I really hope to witness the moment when the dead come back to life."

"If sucking blood can pass the vampire virus over, the streets are full of vampires, and it's your turn to talk nonsense here, a normal person?" As usual, he complained.

"Hey, you should be more romantic once in a while, don't destroy the novelist's fantasy space."

"Romance has nothing to do with corpses. As for novelists? I've been here for so long, and I haven't seen you touch that typewriter in the corner. You just plant flowers and weeds all day long. Now I suspect that you are not a novelist at all."

Owen was a little nervous and asked, "What do you think I am?"

"It's just a farmer who lost his farm, a city bumpkin who spends his days leisurely in the garden in the name of accumulating inspiration, and I'm the poor wretch you use to pass the time."

"That's right, that's right. Just because I have nothing to do, I should discover more new things in life. Let's go later, I'm afraid I won't even watch the excitement."

Dragging the reluctant Myron out, he was put on the back seat of the bicycle as a matter of course, and then Owen stepped on the pedal with unmatched foot strength and headed towards the cemetery.

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I don't know who leaked the news. When they arrived, except for a few police cars parked outside the cemetery, almost everyone from the small town and nearby villages had come, and the police had already cordoned off their whispers. area.

Owen knew a few of them well, and asked them how the situation in the cemetery was. No one could give a general idea. They only knew that the deceased was a backpacker from out of town. He was found by townspeople who came to trim the grass in the cemetery an hour ago, and immediately called Call the police.

"Go back, I..." said Myron, who hated this place and so many people.

"Wait a minute, I'll call Dick to ask about the situation." Owen was in high spirits.

Inside the yellow cordon, the criminal inspectors from the urban area are collecting evidence on the spot, and other police officers are interrogating the informant and witnesses, while other police officers are busy maintaining order and preventing the spectators from entering the scene of destruction, which naturally includes Dick, he saw Owen waving from a distance, and wanted to ignore it, but he caught a glimpse of Myron in the next second, and immediately stepped out of the blockade.

"This scene is not pretty, I'm afraid it will scare you into nightmares." Dick was really worried, afraid that a slender person like Myron would be frightened when he saw the dead body.

Myron wanted to say that he had no intention of watching the show, but was dragged over by the person next to him.At this time Father Lyndon Hawthorne had also arrived, passing through the crowd of onlookers.

"Such terrible things happened one after another in this simple town. It's so frightening." The priest said to Dick, and then turned to Myron: "It seems that the tragedy of 70 years ago is happening again. This is a disaster from God. , more and more people are punishing the world for being far from the Lord.”

Myron maintained a calm expression, ignoring the priest's accusation that he was a foreigner and heretic, but Owen couldn't hear it: "The priest is wrong. The Bible says: You must Love the Lord your God; and love your neighbor as yourself. The heathen is also a neighbor, and no crime should be laid upon him that is unwarranted."

Myron looked at Owen in surprise. These words made him feel a little better about this man. Even if he just said something casually in favor of defending himself, it sounded very comfortable.

The priest was also stunned, and said: "What you said is reasonable, but I am generalizing. Then, may God bless that poor woman and guide her soul to heaven."

"Father, you..."

"Any other advice?" the priest asked Owen.

"No. It's just that there are two missing backpackers. One of them is dead, and the other one is probably in danger..." Owen said.

Dick also said: "Exactly, we have asked the General Administration to deploy more police support, hoping to find the murderer as soon as possible and rescue possible survivors."

"This is something that the police can't handle. There are countless devils hiding in every corner of the world, waiting to be devoured by the weak of the heart. Vampires exist, and I can feel the evil..." the priest said.

Dick replied sternly: "The police pay attention to factual evidence in handling cases. Please don't use strange remarks to influence the judgment."

"This is not alarmist talk. The ghosts from 70 years ago have returned, carrying the resentment of being shot by silver bullets, and come back to wreak havoc again." The priest squinted at Owen and Myron: "Do you think so? The details recorded in the diary ..."

This remark displeased Myron again, he turned around and wanted to leave, but bumped into an old lady who was also watching the fun.

It was Grandma Carme again, this old man would curse every time she saw him on the road, but now that they met him on a narrow road, I don't know what kind of embarrassing words they would spit out.

When the wrinkled mother-in-law Kalme saw that it was Myron who hit her, she backed up a few steps with horror on her face, and screamed sharply: "The devil! It's you again! I saw you fly by in a cloak a few days ago." Prairie, you are a vampire in the village legend! Yes, blue eyes and white hair, just like what my mother said!"

Myron was stunned. Two days ago, the person who told the police that he was walking around the cemetery in the early morning was this Granny Carme?

Mother-in-law Carme was trembling, and pleaded earnestly in the direction of the priest: "Father, you said that there is a devil appearing, please use holy water and a cross to subdue this devil. He used to kill my mother's sisters, and now he wants to kill young people. Life, no, don’t be confused by his appearance, it’s all fake, he’s a devil!” Shuxiangmendi Forum

With such a loud yell, the spectators naturally focused their attention on Myron.

Although the residences of people in rural areas are far apart, they communicate frequently. Many people know them and can't help whispering that Myron is a nobleman from London. As for Owen, he is from the Siwell family outside the town. .

Influenced by Granny Carme, the older people began to cast unkind eyes on Myron, pointing out that they were related to vampires, and even took out the cross on their chests, as if they could escape the harm of the devil.

Myron remained silent. Although the so-called cross was the most widely circulated sacred object, in the hands of ordinary people, it was nothing more than a placebo. In his eyes, it was nothing at all.

There are also young people from the town who came to see the excitement. They may be influenced by movies or some subcultures, but they have a different kind of romantic fantasy about the so-called vampires, not to mention that Myron's appearance is so outstanding. If it is similar to a vampire, it is better to say that it is closer to the elegant and handsome elf archer in the Lord of the Rings.

Several girls even boldly came over and wanted to ask Myron's name and phone number, but Granny Karme frantically blocked them.

"You were all deceived by the devil's appearance. He relied on his perfect appearance to trick you into approaching, then sucked your blood dry, and threw you into the cemetery to be eaten by wild dogs!"

The girls giggled: "We don't care. After being sucked by a vampire, who would not want to be youthful?"

Myron couldn't listen anymore, tugged on Owen's sleeve, and whispered, "If this is the purpose of your bringing me here, then you have succeeded, even if these conflicts are written in the novel, I don't mind."

He said he didn't mind, but he really did. How could Owen not know, so he said anxiously, "I didn't mean that..."

Myron glared at him fiercely, turned around and left, suddenly felt a pain in his forehead, something hit him, and then fell to the ground, but it was a cross necklace.The liquid slowly flowed down from his forehead, he wiped it with his hands, and looked closely between his fingers, it was blood, metal objects scratched his skin which was more delicate than ordinary people, and the rose-like fragrant blood stained the eyelashes underneath.

"Hey, why are you hurting people!" Owen yelled angrily, pointing at Granny Carme.

Granny Carme seemed to be in a state of madness, and turned to shouting at the crowd: "He is a devil! I saw him looking for prey outside the cemetery, and the cemetery is his home! What are you waiting for? Take the cross Throw him away, let him show his true face as a demon!"

Human beings are very easily incited creatures. With the testimony of Granny Carme and the rumors of vampires that have been rampant this month, once someone starts to make specious remarks, the townspeople will immediately become angry and have crosses on their bodies. or other sacred objects were taken out and thrown in the direction of Myron, but because they were afraid that they were really vampires, no one dared to go forward.

"Kill him! Kill the vampire!" The crowd was excited.

Myron didn't even bother to explain, he raised his arms to cover his face, his eyes darkened, Owen's shadow covered him, and he used his tall body to block the small flying objects.In fact, Myron was not so weak that he couldn't withstand those attacks. At this moment, he stared blankly at the broad back in front of him, but his heart was filled with bewilderment.

Why not draw a line with yourself?Once human beings lose their minds, they will never find out the truth. At that time, Owen will also be classified as a fellow traveler of the devil, and he will not be able to stay here.

Another person stood beside him. It was Dick. He stood in front of him and waved his hands to ask the crowd to be calm. The police who were working in the cemetery didn't know what happened. They thought there was a riot, so they came out immediately to understand the situation.

Myron turned to the direction of the priest, and the other party looked over at the same time. His eyes were not as gentle as usual, but they were too calm, stagnant water without any thoughts.As Myron said, that's an insane, unruly quality.

Dangerous, Myron told himself from the bottom of his heart, and then avoided that look.

Granny Carme also turned her attention to the priest, raised her fists, her eyes were red, and she shouted in threatening words: "Father, in the name of God, exorcise the devil! Flay the devil's false skin and put poplar wood through his heart." , destroy him completely!"

As soon as this remark came out, the crowd booed and shouted to destroy demons and vampires one after another.Seeing that the situation was difficult to clean up, the police were considering to forcibly evict the people and send another group of people to escort Myron to leave. Suddenly Owen took a step forward, put his hands on his waist, and spoke awe-inspiringly.

"You people, that's enough!" He made a louder and calmer voice than usual, reaching everyone's ears, like a looming muffled thunder in a low-pressure dark cloud, every word overwhelmed the sound waves present, Also suppressed the uneasy emotions, everyone involuntarily stopped restlessness, and instantly quieted down, wanting to listen to him.

Owen pulled out Myron behind him, hugged his shoulders tightly, and acted as a protector.

"Look at this man. A thin and weak person will only make people feel sorry for him. How can he harm others? He is not afraid of the sun, works and rests like a normal person, eats ordinary food, and went to church yesterday. The priest can testify to this."

He glared at the priest angrily, and the priest immediately nodded and said, "Although Myron is a heretic, he still visited my place yesterday, that's right."

The townspeople began to whisper, with hesitation on their faces, did they really wrong them?

Owen pointed to Myron's chest again: "See? This cross is his mother's relic, and he wears it on his body all the time, never leaving it for a moment. If it is a vampire, can it do this?"

The focus of all eyes fell on the pure gold cross, making their aura even weaker.

Owen still didn't let them go, pointing them with his index finger exaggeratedly: "This man is Myron Trenson, a descendant of a nobleman. Everyone knows that the large piece of land by the Lake of the Elf was granted to him by the King of England hundreds of years ago. The fiefdom of the family, he came back for vacation, but you bullied him to be alone and alone, and made accusations casually, aren't you afraid that his family will come forward to condemn him?"

He took a step forward, and those who had been barking their teeth and claws just backed away a step, and suddenly felt that what Owen said was right, what happened to the previous impulse?

Myron didn't want to cause trouble for his family, so he pulled Owen's clothes and said, "Let's go."

"You can't just let it go!" Seeing the wound on his forehead still dripping with blood, Owen hated it even more, and scolded those people again: "I really want to kill Myron, if the Trentson family doesn't come to trouble you, I will pass the news Send it to all the media in the world, and announce your evil deeds!"

"It doesn't matter, it's none of our business..." The few townspeople who stood at the front and took things to embarrass themselves quietly backed away.

When Grandma Carme saw that everyone flinched, she became anxious and yelled, "Don't listen to him, he is also the devil's henchman!"

Owen snorted hard, pointed at the village woman and asked everyone: "She is obviously mentally abnormal, she is a crazy woman, you normal people with a clear mind believe her so easily, what's the matter? The murder has made you lose your sanity already?"

At this moment, Dick poked Owen on the back and whispered, "That's enough, let's take it as soon as it's done."

Granny Carme was still angry, and turned to the priest for help: "Father, you must be able to recognize the true face of the devil, and tell everyone who the devil is!"

Owen continued to stare at the priest, as hard as you can just try to talk nonsense.

The priest coughed lightly and said to everyone, "Do you still remember the farmer Ted who was buried two months ago? Ever since he was excommunicated for his evil deeds, I have often worried..."

Mention of Ted, the townspeople have the impression that he is disgusted.This man often harassed women and stole property with pretexts, and was more likely to quarrel with others after drinking. After he died of alcoholism, his distant relatives randomly pooled some money to simply bury him in this cemetery.

The priest continued: "I found a strange hole in his cemetery, and I suspected that he had become a vampire, because vampires would turn into mist and come out of the hole. It should not be a coincidence that all the murder victims were buried near his cemetery. According to various signs, he has returned from hell as a vampire..."

Everyone gasped, thinking about it made sense, they were misled by Granny Carme just now, and all pointed their finger at the silver-haired man, but according to the priest, it turned out that Ted was the most likely culprit.

The priest also said: "At present, the police are still searching for evidence. After the ban here is lifted, I will hold an exorcism ceremony to drive away the devil attached to Ted. Ashes return to ashes, and the dead should rest in the arms of the Lord." middle."

Granny Carme rushed to the priest, her expression twisted and she asked, "But, priest..."

The priest held on to her hand and said gently: "The devil's appearance is ever-changing. If you don't pay attention, you will be deceived by him. I was almost seduced by his tricks, so I lost my sight. You go back and rest first. When the day of exorcism comes, please come together." Be a witness with me, witness the moment when the devil was destroyed by God."

"Yes, yes, Father, I believe in you." Granny Carme cried, hunched over the crowd and left.

After all, the spectators dispersed.Seeing that Myron's head was still bleeding, Dick was about to find a handkerchief to help him wipe it off, but Owen led the people away first. Because of his anger, he didn't even say goodbye to the priest or Dick, but just hugged them tightly. It was so tight that as soon as he let go, the person in his hand would be knocked down by those strange eyes.

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Owen took his bicycle and walked for a while to a place far away from the cemetery.Stopped by the stream, took out his handkerchief, dipped some water, and wiped the blood on Myron's forehead, "I'm sorry." While wiping, he apologized gently.

"What is there to be sorry for? You even spoke for me."

Myron's mood didn't fluctuate much, except for being moved.This touch is not small.If all the crowd attacked him and condemned him from the perspective of seeing others, then the person who was not afraid of being classified as an accomplice and resisted him from the side would naturally be taken into his heart and become a comrade-in-arms.

Even if he can resist rationally, the emotional part will still fluctuate, the prudence he keeps will be shaken by a small part, and all the reasons for persuading himself to be indifferent will gradually disintegrate.

Sometimes it takes a long time to change a person's perspective, and sometimes it only takes a moment.

Myron also knew that if the hard thorns on the hedgehog's body were retracted, it would become weak.This was also something he tried his best to avoid, but a trace of guilt came to his mind quietly.

Those words of defense are all based on Owen's trust in himself, trusting him Myron Trenson is not the legendary devil, but, in fact...

Once the veil covering the evil night is lifted, the falsehoods believed to be true will be revealed, then turning against each other will be one of the most likely endings.

He didn't want to face that ending, so he always maintained indifference and indifference to Owen.But ask yourself, who doesn't want to have a pair of strong arms to support themselves when they are weak and helpless, and help them cross the abyss of despair?

Will Owen Silver, like his great-grandfather who has passed away, take revenge on himself with the cruelest means at the moment he learns the truth?So, don't worry too much.

"...I'm sorry..." The person who was carefully cleaning the wound repeated again, as if he could fully express his regret in this way.

"Don't mention it again, I don't mind."

"Don't say that, it's really my fault. If I hadn't forced you to go to the cemetery, Grandma Carme would not have found a chance to scold you, let alone you would have been hurt..."

When Owen said his apology, his brows were deeply raised, forming a sad dog face, and self-blame carved a deep sorrow on his face.

Myron wanted to laugh, but he didn't. He said lightly, "I'm really fine, but you are trying to speak for me, aren't you afraid of becoming a public enemy of the town?"

"I do not care."

"I care. I can leave anytime, and you are part of this place, don't make me homeless."

"I do."

"I don't want to," Myron said, serious.

The negation sentence contained more consideration for the other party. Owen was so moved that his hand on the other's forehead stopped moving, and he lowered his head, wanting to kiss the slightly trembling pale lips!

It was the back of the other's hand that he kissed, and Owen's face was pushed away mercilessly, causing him to complain again and again.

"I want to comfort you..."

"No, it should be me thanking you for today's matter."

"So let me kiss..."

Putting down his hands, Myron smiled mischievously and said, "I'll go back and make that ghost rosary for you as a thank you, let's go."

It was the first time I saw such a light and pretty expression, it was brighter and brighter than that of an angel, and it made Owen lose his mind. I really hope that Myron can stay this lively forever.

I really don't understand why anyone can accuse this person of being a devil?In Owen's heart, Myron is a more sacred existence, the existence of love.It's a pity that the silver-haired man still doesn't give up his arms, and refuses to let go of his defenses completely.

So, take your time step by step, Owen is not in a hurry.

He is willing to wait.