The Magician of Rebirth

"You said that the wind wolf is not dead, is that true?" Sharamon looked straight at Flender with focused eyes, and the green color in his eyes was deeply and shallowly precipitated under the sunlight, making it dim and difficult to see.

A few simple words, but like the sharpest sword, pierced directly into the wound in Flender's heart that he was least willing to touch, painful, flustered and sour.

Indeed, at the last moment, facing Sasha who categorically denied everything, he could not restrain his anger, and chose to use the posture of a wind wolf to end everything.However, after that, he only wanted to live as Flender, and he didn't want to touch the past that he had worked so hard to get rid of.

Once exposed now, all his previous efforts would be meaningless.The magic of soul transfer is a taboo technique that cannot be tolerated in the world. I am afraid that no one is willing to accept an existence as strange as a lich or a possessed devil, even his lover or friend.Just like Mufis, who once betrayed his relatives.

Countless excuses and subterfuges flashed through Flender's mind, but the two simplest words "no" stuck in his throat, making it difficult to utter a sound.

Sharamon didn't urge him, his sitting posture was calm and even casual, with his hands resting on his knees, his fingers were long and slender, steady and stable.

He is waiting for his answer.

Something flashed in Flender's mind. Before asking this question, Charamon should have thought about it and had his own guesses, but he didn't resort to indirect hints or take the taboo answer out of consideration. He kept the question in his heart, but asked him directly and frankly for confirmation.

This kind of frankness and trust is the bond of intimacy between contacts and people.

The reason why I and Sasha have come to this point in the end, I am afraid that a very important part of the reason is that the intrigues and hypocrisy of the noble life gradually wear away the frank trust between them, the suspicion gradually breeds, and they can no longer touch each other mind.

Contradictory emotions roiled in his heart, and Flender gently pursed the corners of his mouth into an arc similar to a smile. His voice was different from the usual, slightly childish, pure timbre of a teenager. A bit low-key magnetic.

"Wind Wolf is dead, but Flender survived instead of him."

This is the only answer he can give now.

An unspeakable silence enveloped the two of them, and Flender instinctively lowered his head, not daring to face Charamon's expression.

The other side was silent for a while, and then a warm palm brushed away the hair that fell on his cheek, and then lifted his chin with a soft but irresistible force, and looked at him deeply, his blue eyes were as deep as the ocean , various complicated emotions are hidden under the calm appearance, which attracts all of Flender's eyes.

His palm became a little damp with sweat, with the roughness of a warrior.

"As long as Flender is still alive, that's enough." Sharamon spoke slowly and firmly, his voice was always quiet and deep but unquestionable, as if it was just an ordinary order. "Don't worry about other things."

Flender blinked vigorously, swallowed the hot stuff that surged up from his throat, and something seemed to slowly overflow from his heart.

Following Sharamon's posture, he stretched out his arms, passed through the cold and hard armor, wrapped around the neck of General Bi Mou, raised his head, and brought his lips closer.

The touch on the lips is hot and dry, and, moreover, soft.

The tip of the nose is rubbed slightly, like a feather brushing against the tip of the heart, it is the intensity that makes people feel itchy.The breath of each other flows between the two people, so hot that it almost burns the skin.

The scent belonging to Charamon gradually penetrated into Flender's body along his lips, like the most mellow wine.

Their bodies were touching, and through the hard and cold armor, Flender could feel the momentary stiffness of Sharamon's body, and the look in his blue eyes was shocking.

However, the temperature of the back of Flender's neck surrounded by Xuxu rose rapidly, and the hand that originally supported his chin subconsciously softened, and slowly slid down the delicate skin texture on the side of the neck.

"Thank you." The lips that were touching were slightly separated by a line, and the two people's panting was a little short, and the warm air flowed out, gently brushing the other's earlobe, "I will definitely tell you everything in the future , about me and the wind wolf..."

Sharamon took a few deep breaths, and his slightly chaotic breathing quickly returned to normal after that. He stared at Flender for a while, and then nodded quietly.

"All the army, let's go."

'Little Fran, in fact, your answer to General Beauty was very cunning. 'The elf king who woke up at some point suddenly spoke, which startled Flender.

'His Majesty? Flender was a little surprised by the familiar and friendly voice, "I thought you wouldn't wake up until tomorrow afternoon." '

'It won't take so long. The beautiful young man curled his lips, "General Meiren probably raised Si Yuelan for a long time, and the soul power tends to be healing, which is very good for me to recover my physical strength." '

The words "healing system" which contrasted too much with Charamon's image made Flender a little speechless. He suddenly remembered something, and the temperature on his face suddenly rose, "Your Majesty, you won't start when we talk." Just wake up! '

'That's right. A certain elf took it for granted, "But having said that, little Fran, you are too active today, aren't you afraid that there will be obstacles in getting along with the beautiful general in the future?His way of getting along with you before has always taken care of and protected you as a pure junior, but you have completely subverted the two images of pure and junior! '

'I know. ’ Flender sighed softly, “But we can’t spend our entire lives in this state. I will leave it to him to consider the time before we arrive at Gaston’s capital.Moreover, I also want to clarify one thing, whether Sharamon can really...accept...further contact...'

'Because the bastard who murdered you couldn't take it before? The beautiful young man smiled as usual, but there was overwhelming anger and deep disdain in his expression, "I really have no vision!"Beauty is gender-neutral! '

Flender knew the psychology of a certain elf very well, and he couldn't help chuckling, "Yes, yes, of course he has no vision. Your majesty, your beauty transcends gender and is unparalleled."How dare he look down on me, who was fortunate enough to have a skin somewhat similar to yours in my previous life, what a sin that even Yilari can't forgive! '

The elf Wang Qing coughed twice, and immediately changed the subject, "General Beauty doesn't seem to dislike what you do.Although his reaction is really like a stone on the fire. '

'kindness. The red-haired boy smiled helplessly, his cheeks were rosy, "It should be better if you take it slowly." '

'Of course, half of this is because your kissing skills are not good enough. The corners of the eyes were lifted high, and the elf looked arrogant and energetic, and he was no different from usual, "I will recommend some reference books for you later, you should study the theoretical knowledge first. '

'...' The corner of Flender's mouth twitched. Under the influence of this atmosphere, the words he wanted to say to the Elf King had to be held back in his stomach, and he had to find another time.

During the short trip that followed, the army did not rest and stationed again, so Flender did not get the chance to speak with Charamon alone again.

When their eyes met occasionally, there was nothing unusual in Sharamon's expression.On the contrary, it was Flender himself, who tried to be calm on the surface, but felt weak inwardly, anxious and sweet.

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At the front gate of the magnificent palace, Sharamon took off his armor and long sword, and was surrounded by four guards before walking towards the front hall.

Flender watched his armor being removed bit by bit. Although he knew that this was a necessary measure to protect the safety of the royal family and a basic courtesy to show respect, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

He had not been granted permission to be summoned, so he could not enter the vestibule with Charamon.The royal family arranged him to rest in a special room according to the standard of entertaining distinguished guests.

The furnishings around the room can be called magnificent, and the beautiful maids bring exquisite meals, and the precious spices exude an intoxicating aroma.

Flender sat silently, nodding his head slightly from time to time, his etiquette was impeccable, just like all well-educated noble children.

The soul stone on his finger glowed faintly, and the elements of the wind jumped nimbly, slowly extending towards the front hall.