The Magician of Rebirth

'Little Fran, what the hell happened yesterday when I fell asleep! ? A certain elf jumped, "Why do you look at the beautiful general differently now!" '

'We had dinner together. Flender said lightly, turning over the old parchment pages with his fingertips, his eyes focused.

"Let's eat together... Let's eat together..." The beautiful young man murmured to himself in a daze, and suddenly raised his voice with a big change in expression, "He won't feed you, will he?Or have you skipped the myriad steps in between and proceeded directly to the final step at the dinner table?Merciful Ilari, I just took a little rest, how could you inflict such cruel punishment on your pious believers...'

'Your Majesty, what are you thinking! Flender didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and closed the book in his hand, "Please be quiet, this book will be returned to the library in the afternoon, and I want to finish it as soon as possible." '

'Don't use books as an excuse. The Elf King looked sad, "When you meet today, the atmosphere is different. The elves are very sensitive to these things. Little Fran, don't try to hide it from my eyes." '

'It's nothing, but yesterday I was very tired, so Sharamon cut the steak for me. ’ Thinking of yesterday's scene, Flender lowered his eyes slightly, raised the corners of his mouth, and the expression on his face softened unconsciously.

'Hey, little Fran, what's your expression!So worthless! "The elf king gritted his teeth and smiled. Under the cover of the floor-length robe, he rolled his toes on the ground, "It's just a steak..."

'Okay, it's just a steak cut, don't worry about it, Your Majesty, let's finish this book quickly. Flender adjusted his expression, and returned his attention to the complicated magic spells on the book.

'...Little Fran, if things go on like this, after everything is over, will you stay in Gaston as the general's wife? 'After a moment of silence, the Elf King spoke again, with a bit of casual banter and teasing in his voice, as usual, nothing unusual.

'...Probably not. Flender slightly raised his eyebrows, "The people of Gaston may not be able to accept that the partner of their beloved general is a foreign male mage, and Charamont must also be the dream lover of many noble ladies. If I stay In Gaston, the situation probably won't be much better than in the previous life... Moreover, in this life, I am more inclined to be a traveling mage, to complete the journey that I have not completed before.Therefore, I will not stay in Gaston. '

What's more, he couldn't bear to trap a guy who likes excitement and novelty and is afraid of loneliness and boredom in the same place for decades just because of himself...

Seeing the elf king's elation and trying to hide it, the red-haired boy raised the corners of his mouth viciously, "Of course, the best situation is to lure Charamon out of Gaston and go with us." '

'Alas, little Fran, it's hard to happen!General Beauty is a general no matter what, it is impossible for him to elope with you so recklessly! ' A certain elf interrupted hastily.

'Ah, I know that Charamon is a very responsible person and has absolute loyalty to the country.That's part of his appeal. ’ Flender smiled helplessly, ‘I just said something on a whim. '

The slender fingertips gently brushed the cowhide wristband, feeling the cool and rough touch on it, the handsome young man frowned slightly, "Let's talk about this kind of thing at a later time, just like you said, love is a matter between two people , if it can really develop to that point, it will not be too late to negotiate and resolve it together.It's too early to worry about it now...'

"Oh..." With a feeble voice, the beautiful young man returned to his sluggish state, "Little Fran, read the book slowly, I will take a rest, and the training will continue in the afternoon. '

Quiet was restored in his mind, but it was difficult for Flender to concentrate on the pages of the book as before.He sighed softly, put down the book, and walked out the door.

April is coming to an end, and the feast of April orchids in the courtyard is approaching the curtain call. The pure white petals lie quietly on the black soil, showing a static and silent beauty.But even if it is near the end of life, these flowers still have a calming aroma, quiet and elegant, like a silent movement, soothing the soul.

Flender stepped on the soft soil, took a deep breath, and felt that the exhaustion from training and worries about the future seemed to be swept away.He showed a relaxed smile and walked towards the depths of the flowers.

Suddenly his footsteps stopped, and under the cover of the lush branches and leaves of the trees, stood a tall and straight figure in military uniform.The dense shade of the trees blocked the sunlight, making his facial features blurred in this deep shadow, and his expression was hard to see clearly.However, the clenched fists revealed that his heart was not as calm as it seemed.

Such a Charamon, surrounded by an inaccessible aura, was something Flender had never seen before.He hesitated, but subconsciously restrained his breath quietly, hesitating whether he should go forward to talk to him.

Wearing a formal suit, he should have just met someone of considerable status but hadn't had time to change it; the boots under his feet were not stained with much dust, so the person he met should not be far from here, at least he didn't use a horse; In addition to the original scent of Charamon, the smell is also mixed with the scent of another precious spice that he is familiar with. It is somewhat similar to the aroma of roses, but it is more intense...

Wait, there is no long sword on Charamon's military uniform, and there is probably only one person in the world who can make him take off his sword—His Majesty the King of Gaston!

Flender bit his lip, and many thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.He made up his mind, brushed aside the bushes, maintained his usual pace and pace, and walked over as naturally as possible.

"Who?" A deep voice sounded, and Sharamon quickly turned his head. His blue eyes were sharp and full of deterrence like a falcon. The profound facial features are so intimidating.

Such a Charamon is completely different from the silent but gentle person Flender had seen recently, but it overlaps with the figure in the memory of Wind Wolf who led the remnants and fought bloody battles with Salaman soldiers.

The red-haired boy smiled slightly, "It's me. I'm tired of reading, so I came here for a while. Charamon, do you have time to take a walk with me now?"

The green-eyed man fixedly stared at his smiling face with sharp eyes.After a while, he lowered his eyes silently, his expression softened a little.

"it is good."

Flender secretly heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, and silently thanked Ilari for his kindness in his heart. If Sharamon refused, he really didn't know how to continue.Neither Windwolf nor Flender has studied the Elf King's ultimate skill "stalking".

The spring breeze gently lifted the hem of their clothes, with the smell of damp soil, the fragrance of flowers floated faintly, and the warm sunlight leaked from the gaps in the trees, which made people feel refreshed.

Flender and Sharamon walked side by side, trying to organize their words, thinking about how to break the silence between them, a few strands of untied long hair were blown onto Sharamon's face by the wind, making his The figure paused slightly.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Noticing this situation, the red-haired boy smiled sheepishly, and pushed back those disobedient strands of hair.

"Don't worry." Charamon was silent for a moment, "Your hair color is rare."

"Well, it's a little too bright." Flender laughed at himself.

"No, it suits you very well."

"Thank you." Flender felt a little happy in his heart, and he had an idea, and continued to follow the topic, "I heard that the color of everyone's hair is related to the soul, and different souls have different hair colors. Red hair It means that I should be a more casual, more impulsive person, and yearn for freedom."

"Not quite." Sharamon frowned slightly, "You have enough reason and composure."

"That's impossible. The formation of character will always be affected by the environment. In order to live a better life, I must consciously suppress certain characteristics of my soul." Being able to integrate into the hellish etiquette training experienced by aristocratic society, I couldn't help shivering.

Sharamon didn't speak, but silently stared at the boy who was half a head shorter than him with complicated eyes.

"Although I'm used to it, sometimes it still feels very hard." Flender pouted dissatisfiedly when he remembered the last meeting with Prince Gaston, "So compared to joining the army after graduation or serving for a certain nobleman, I I am more looking forward to the life of a traveling mage, where I can have a relatively relaxed environment, and I don’t need to restrain myself all the time. It is a very painful thing to live against the will of my soul all the time.” “And your hair is brown, Sharamon. A little curly. Hair like this should belong to people who always carry out their own ideas and dreams. They are sometimes unexpectedly stubborn, but they are cheerful and frank, and can make people around them feel at ease and happy." Flender slightly He raised his face, his eyes were clear.

Flender could vaguely guess the reason why Sharamon was depressed, because the wind wolf had a similar experience.The beauty of power is very attractive, but relatively, life in the aristocratic circle is not easy.

The king is always fickle and suspicious. No matter how wise and wise the monarch is, he can't restrain himself from examining and guarding officials who may threaten his position, and catches the wind from clues, even if he has no clues. As for officials, due to various reasons, they often have to suppress their own heart and are forced to make choices that go against the will of the soul. Over time, negative emotions will gradually accumulate, the power of the soul will be weakened, and the heart will begin to feel exhausted.

"So, if you feel hard, don't always hold it in your heart, it will be harmful to the soul. You can be more frank."

"Maybe you still have to make a last resort choice on big things, but if it's an insignificant thing, you can do it according to your true wishes, which will make it easier." Flender said all this in one breath, feeling Very satisfied.This is the experience of Wind Wolf in regulating emotions. It is an exclusive secret with remarkable effects, and it is rarely circulated.

"Is that so?" Charamon stared deeply at the boy's black pupils, and suddenly stepped forward, opened his arms, wrapped around his flexible waist, and hugged him tightly to his chest.

The temperature of the skin was transmitted along the thin fabric, and the arms behind him were strong and powerful, as if trying to embed themselves into his body.Flender froze for a moment, feeling a little hot on his face.The tactile sensation of body contact was wonderful and clear, but he still had an unbelievable feeling like he was in a dream.

Slowly, Flender raised his arms and gently wrapped them around Charamon's neck, feeling a sudden and heavy shock from the body that embraced him.There was a scorching air blowing gently past his ears, and Charamon's voice was like the most beautiful instrument, bringing the trembling and resonance deep in his soul, "Thank you, your method is very effective."

Flender was in a daze, completely unable to think about the meaning of this sentence.At this time, the beautiful young man who had been silent all this time finally couldn't sit still...

'Hey, I said General, you are obviously misinterpreting my little Fran, okay, he didn't let you be frank about this kind of thing!Hugging is a key part of falling in love, and men in love should always pay attention to restraining their instincts! '

"Hey, I said little Fran, the beautiful general is obviously taking the opportunity to molest you, you should hold back a little bit..."

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