Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

Heidi held a large cup filled with dark red liquid, she sniffed it curiously, and the sweet smell of sugar water came to her nostrils.

"Drink this, maybe you'll be better," Hawley said.

He poured the remaining sugar water in the pot into several cups, and the female employees around the table also got a cup.

Blowing on the hot air, Heidi carefully sipped along the mouth of the cup.The hot sugar soup flowed into her throat, and the warmth fell into her stomach. With just one mouthful, Heidi felt warm in her heart.

"The stomach pain is really gone!" She squinted her eyes in satisfaction, and the leopard tail hooked the chair leg.

"Nonsense, how can it be so magical." Holly smiled helplessly.

Heidi stuck out her tongue and held the cup into her heart, unwilling to let go. "But it's really delicious! If I can have a drink like this every time I have a period, I'm willing to get back my stomachache."

"Silly girl," a woman at the table scolded with a smile, "this is not a good thing! But you are right in the previous sentence, hot sugar soup is indeed delicious."

"Boss, I see that there are red dates and hawthorn in the pot. What are the other two? If I can buy them, I will try my best to make soup for my youngest daughter." The cook at the side observed the slag at the bottom of the pot.

"Longan and wolfberry. Brown sugar can be bought directly at the store. You are employees, and it will be much cheaper."

The cook memorized these two awkward but pleasant names, and she has been with the boss for a long time, and she has long been used to Holly's preference for naming the fruit by another name.

"A cup of longan jujube tea a day is enough, just ask your brother Eric to learn how to cook it for you."

Seeing Heidi answering with a smile, Holli nodded slightly, and then prepared to leave.It is always inconvenient for men to be present on these topics, so space must be left for them.

Before leaving, he swept a bowl of muddy water-like things on the table, and took them away together.

Holly couldn't help but sigh when he recalled the scene he had seen earlier.

After several years of growth, Heidi finally became a slim little girl and had her period.Today may be the first time she bumped into it, but luckily, Nianhua just closed.

The female employees hurried to help her clean up and made a fuss.At first, Hawley thought that something was wrong, but when he went to inquire, he happened to see someone grab a handful of soil, stir it in cold water, and gave it to Heidi to drink.

That handful of soil, dug from under a nearby orange tree, is said to cure menstruation.

Holly frowned.

Regardless of whether it has medicinal effects or not, the bacteria and dust in the soil alone are enough.Regardless of other things, Holly stopped him for the time being, and hurried to make a pot of longan jujube tea for Heidi.

What happened today gave him some inspiration.Although he didn't study medicine professionally, he did all kinds of herbal diets and tea soups—this might be able to open up another market and include them in the recipes.

Thinking, Holly stepped into the back kitchen, and Eric and Wilmer followed the sound.

"Heidi, are you better?" Eric stepped forward, helping his sister to look carefully.He had just finished delivering things for the nobles and was covered in sweat.

"It's much better." Heidi replied softly, her tone was still weak, but there was a happy smile on her face, "Look, this is the sweet water Boss Holly cooked for me! Brother, you should try it too. "

She presented the longan jujube tea in front of Eric as if showing off, shaking the leopard ears on the top of her head.

"If I have a son-in-law like the boss, I will wake up from my dreams with laughter." The cook's eyes were full of longing.

"It's enough to think about it. I haven't seen a few people who are as caring and considerate as our boss Holly."

When this matter was mentioned, several older employees couldn't sit still and gathered around to discuss.

"The little boss has been an adult for so long, it seems that he has never seen a girl he cares about."

"Yes, many people have been rejected!"

Wilmer paused as he walked towards the back kitchen, and stopped by the wall, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.

"Perhaps the little boss is too good... Think about it, his own conditions are so good, and the place of Lost Island is not too big. Except for the noble lady, which girl can be worthy of him?"

"You are superficial! According to my observation of the little boss, he doesn't care about his background at all."

"Wouldn't it be better to look at character? My relatives have a baby girl who is obedient and has a good personality. How about letting her meet the little boss in Nianhua one day..."

Eric moved his leopard ears, turned his head, and turned to where Wilmer was, clearly aware of the low air pressure lingering around him.

As he grew older, he naturally grew up a lot, not as ignorant as before.Recalling the time when the two met by the way, Wilmer's expression when he talked about Holly, and the seemingly inexplicable displeasure now...

...Eric Pupil Earthquake.

The hair on the back of his neck exploded quickly, and he almost spat out a mouthful of sugar water.Suddenly he felt that he seemed to have discovered something, and he was so frightened that he only hoped that it was his own wild imagination.

"Wait!" He swallowed the hot soup and wanted to stop Wilmer; but the other party walked very fast and strode into the back kitchen.

……

"What's the matter?" Holly glanced at the adult version of the big skeleton who was sullenly washing dishes.

Even if Wilmer turned into a skeleton, he could easily sense the other party's emotions.

"Have you kept your promise?" Wilmer asked.

Hawley was taken aback: "What promise..." Then he realized, "Aren't you looking for a partner? You're not asking knowingly."

He glared at the skeleton next to him angrily, and joked: "Look at me, for you, I have guarded myself like a jade for several years. Hurry up and find a way to compensate me!"

As soon as these words came out, Wilmer slipped his hand and almost dropped the bowl into the basin.

Holly quickly reached out to catch it, and then touched the opponent's bone finger—slightly hot.

Can you be shy with just a word?Hawley felt it was funny, and thought of continuing to tease him.

"Well, I was at the age when I started a family. Now that I have started a business, at least there must be someone who is pleasing to the eye and kind-hearted to start a family."

Pretending to be sad, Holly said in a sad tone.

"As soon as you mix it up, all the good girls get married. The old and the young can't get married, so they can only hold you by their side."

Originally, the water temperature was slightly cool, but after soaking the scalded bones and palms, it seemed to become warm.

Wilmer knew that the other party was making fun of him, so he ignored it.For the time being, keep the words in your heart, and put them away to chew alone at night.

He asked in a deep voice: "You can obviously find a partner without caring about me. Why is there no one around after five years?"

"This..." Holly sighed, "I'm not ready yet."

Maybe he won't be prepared for it all his life, he added from the bottom of his heart.

Hawley was originally a visitor from another world, not to mention his identity, but with some hard-to-change concepts and thinking patterns, he was doomed to be unable to find a truly suitable partner like a normal aborigine.

Rather than harming others, it is better to be alone.

But it is undeniable that Hawley also longs for a person who is compatible from body to soul.

Alone as a stranger in a foreign land—a feeling of loneliness that leads to spiritual and soul resonance, which he longs for so much.

In fact, during the days when Wilmer went to the dark cave, Hawley found that his sense of lack became more and more obvious.

When he was bored, he analyzed himself: perhaps because he has been inseparable from Little Skull for a long time, the other party can see a more real side of himself, including those concepts and ideas that he hides in secret places.

Coupled with the role of trust, gradually, it quietly narrowed the distance between him and Wilmer, and touched the deepest corner of his heart.

"It's fine to maintain the status quo."

In the sound of dishes hitting water, Holly said softly.

"What about you, you're an adult, do you have someone you like?" Holly asked casually.

"……Have."

Wilmer replied after a long time, but Holly was stunned.

He suddenly realized that he had never really thought about it.

Unlike him—Little Skull can fall in love, marry, and chase after what he loves.

Then move away from the side.

Holly lowered his eyes, hiding his panic.

Originally, he was ready to answer: "We live together like this." Now he couldn't say it anymore, and swallowed it back hard.

"Really?" Hawley responded seemingly lightly.

He seems to have been drawing Wilmer into his territory, subconsciously treating him as his own.

This isn't right, Hawley told himself over and over again.This should not be, the eagle should have his own world.

Let him think about it...

"You said last time that the commander-in-chief of the legion allowed you to leave and return to the Lost Island safely."

The two had their own concerns, so they didn't feel how abruptly Hawley's topic diverged.

"He didn't do anything to you?" Hawley asked.

"No." Wilmer shook his head. "Actually, I made an exchange with him to get here in full."

"What deal?"

"A piece of information about the light camp."

The topic was sensitive, and the two kept it late at night, talking in detail in Hawley's room.

"How can a chair be as comfortable as a bed?" Holly invited Wilmer to sit up, but the latter refused.

Wilmer watched as Holly climbed onto the bed, knelt down, and the round curve of his trousers was propped up.His Adam's apple moved, and he turned his eyes unobtrusively.

He didn't dare to turn his eyes until the other party put his body into the bedding.

"Let's continue with the daytime talk." Holly said while sitting cross-legged.

Wilmer cut to the chase and said, "That's a magic circle. I saw it when I saw Douglas again two years ago."

Because Wilmer told himself about the revenge, Hawley knew who Douglas was in an instant.

"At that time, Douglas was only temporarily storing things, and the papers in the middle of the volume were accidentally blown off by the wind.

"I happened to see the content on the paper - a magic circle, and the notes next to it. The notes are in ancient elf language, and I inherited my mother's blood, so I was born to understand ancient elf language."

Wilmer's fingers on the table rubbed each other, and he carefully recalled the previous scene.

"Although the time was short, I tried my best to memorize those words. It said that the name of the magic circle is 'Ocassie', and it is composed of pure light magic..."

It is quiet at night, and any movement can easily break the air.Wilmer raised his eyes in surprise when he heard the sound of Holly clenching his fist.

"Holly, what's the matter?"

"..."

"Holly?"

"It's okay, you continue to talk." Holly supported his leg with one elbow through the thin quilt.He pressed his clenched fist to his lips, trying to suppress his emotions.

However, Wilmer clearly saw Holly's expression just now.

——First she was shocked, and then uncontrollable hatred appeared in her eyes.

The reaction was so violent, Wilmer was sure Hawley knew something about the Ocasian Circle.

But how did he know it?

Getting up and walking to the bed, Wilmer sat beside Holly. "Holly, you..."

Holly used a tiger mask to cover his mouth. He pinched his face and pondered for a long time, trying to ease the stormy emotions in his eyes.

Wilmer stood quietly by his side, but his hand was not as quiet as his master's - gently and slowly, like a cat hesitating whether to reach out its claws.In the distance, there is still no way to take the step of touching.

He looked at the depth in Holly's green eyes.He wanted to pull him into his arms, as Hawley had done countless times to him.

A warm hug can easily dissolve the melancholy.

For no better reason, Wilmer's eyelashes drooped.

"I'm not ready." - He remembered what Hawley had said earlier.Therefore, he can't be impatient and can't scare the other party away.

"Sorry, I lost my temper just now." Holly took a deep breath.

"I don't know how to explain it to you. After all, it's really a long story." Holly forced a smile, but in Wilmer's eyes, it was painful.

"I'll wait for you." Wilmer said.He will always be waiting for him.

A secret that has been kept for two lifetimes is definitely not something that can be easily confessed.Hawley knew there was no trust issue between him and Wilmer.

It was because I couldn't get over the hurdle in my heart, all the words almost wandered from my mouth, and when I was about to say them, they were beaten to pieces again.

One day, Wilmer will be told everything, and Hawley believes that this result...just, not today.

"I can only tell you that I do know something about the Ocasian circle." Hawley said, "Although with my level of magic, it is impossible to know about 'use'."

"It claims to be the 'holiest power', and it is a magic circle formed by human beings condensed and gathered through the hand of God."

These sour words and Zou Zou's flattery, Huo Li could easily read them, and his ears were numb when he heard them in his previous life.

"Essentially, 'Ocassie' is just the first magic circle of mass destruction—oh, I almost forgot, black magic must be ruled out first."

Wilmer was taken aback, he didn't expect Hawley to speak so bluntly, meanly...and precisely.

Learning magic is not just pure combat practice.His light elf mentor, Andrea, once summed up his personal experience and taught him some theoretical knowledge of magic.

Wilmer originally thought that he would not be of much use in this life, because he did not plan to join the magic tower and create magic circles with excellent mages from all walks of life in the same tower.

After writing down the Ocasian circle, he kept it in his mind to chew and check it out.

The knowledge that Andrea taught him was not enough to thoroughly analyze and understand the Ocasian circle, but it was enough for Wilmer to know that it was a large-scale magic that was mainly for outward attack and supplemented for self-healing.

"'Ocassie' has flowed into the dark camp now..." In Holly's tone, the exclamation and sarcasm mixed in it can be seen at a glance.

He didn't seem surprised, as if he had already understood the plot of the story, Wilmer thought.

"The magic circle is drawn very comprehensively, and the annotations are also perfect." He said.

"There are people in the camp of light and darkness colluding secretly. And 'Ocassie' comes out of the camp of light, which means that only those who have studied the magic circle and are very familiar with it can achieve such a detailed level, right?"

Holly said leisurely, turning his green eyes.After getting Wilmer's nod in response, he picked out a strand of light blond hair from Wilmer and rubbed it in the palm of his hand.

Wilmer let the other party play with him, his soul core throbbed softly.

"Using the ancient elf language to send messages must be elves." Wilmer added.

"Truman Nathan"—a name came to Hawley's mind.

It was this person who left the deepest impression on him at the last moment of his previous life.

At the same time, it was this man who single-handedly caused the sacrifice of hundreds of thousands of soldiers in vain.

Hawley doesn't see himself as one of them.Even if he has principles, but his hands are dripping with blood, how can he tell which is right and which is evil?

At the last moment, Truman used thousands of lives to prove his betrayal of the camp of light, which indeed paved the way for Hawley's death.

Taking a deep breath, Hawley emphasized to himself repeatedly that he could no longer think about these things.I can't restrain it in my dream, at least the reality must not be immersed in the past, and then be affected.

"Did you tell your commander-in-chief about the Ocasian circle?" Hawley asked.

"Well. At that time, Douglas should have handed over the magic circle to the Holy See. I have no way of knowing the specific situation, so I remind the commander-in-chief to beware of those who provide 'Ocassie'.

"To be able to hand over such an important thing as a bargaining chip, and to have a certain ability to confuse high-level people, he must not be a kind person.

"Even if he will definitely come forward in person in the future to make a deal with the dark camp. Regardless of the motive, it can be explained that this person is not easily subdued by the dark camp, and there may be endless troubles."

After finishing speaking, Wilmer looked at Hawley quietly.In the dark red eyes, there seemed to be light jumping faintly.

"Very well said." Holly finally shed his gloom and smiled.

There's no way, the rabbit's coquettish request for credit really makes him feel cute.

"To be honest, I'm afraid you won't come back." Maybe it was the night, Holly laughed at himself and couldn't help but confide in his heart.

Wilmer's red eyes flickered again: "You want me to be by your side?"

"Of course." Hawley didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the words, and he admitted generously.

"It's you." Holly adjusted his sitting posture, leaned against the head of the bed, and folded his arms to his chest. "You are already sitting in the position of deputy commander. You should continue to stay in the legion. Why don't you continue to sit firmly? Maybe you can achieve something in the future." Big business?"

"Before I left, it was you who asked me not to get stuck in the mud as much as possible."

Holly choked, there was indeed such a thing.

He looked calm, maintained his posture, and raised his eyebrows, obviously wanting to hear Wilmer's true thoughts.

Wilmer smiled lightly, his eyes full of seriousness.

"My home is here," he said.

……

Hawley quickly sent Wilmer to bed, and the room returned to its former calm, but it didn't look like the loneliness it had experienced in five years.

He blows out the candles and throws himself into the night.

Sitting quietly by the bed like a sculpture for a long time, Holly let out a short chuckle.

"I didn't raise you in vain." He said to the air, blinking his sour eyes, wiping away the joy at the end of his eyes that he didn't know when.

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The author has something to say:

Two in one, barely reaching 5000 words, I really can't move it!

When I came back to my aunt, my stomach hurt so much that I couldn't bear it.Accidentally looking through takeaways, I saw a merchant selling hot tea for menstruation, I literally burst into tears (no)

The brown sugar tea in their house is really plentiful and piping hot. The surprise and happiness that day is comparable to digging out the change from the pocket of my old clothes TT

The quilts must take care of their bodies! ! !Pay attention to those who have dysmenorrhea, and those who do not have dysmenorrhea should insist on exercising more, healthy work and rest and diet!Otherwise too much to suffer