Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

Holly didn't want to see any plants anymore, but he had to blow some air.In the night sky, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and a ray of bright light quietly nourishes the earth.

The scene during the day is vivid in his memory, and the feelings he feels are similar to those when he killed the man for the first time.

He was imagining the stream—a trickling, cool and clear water passing through his heart, cooling down the hot heart; he buried himself in the night, and his frantically beating heart would calm down.

The only thing you can't close your eyes, it will wake up everything.

"Don't look at the stars, look at me." Wilmer clung to Holly.

Holly turned his head and brushed Wilmer's sideburns behind his ears.

"Your eyes are more beautiful than the stars." He said with a smile, brushing the corner of his bloody lips with his thumb.

Wilmer fell into a coma all afternoon, and he stayed by the bed, almost inseparable.Carefully wiped his little skeleton's body and bandaged the wound.

Every trace, bright red or brown, made him tremble.I have seen many injuries in my previous life, but none of them can affect my emotions so much.

In the end, his hands also trembled. Master couldn't stand it anymore, so he took over to help deal with it.

The doctor said that Wilmer just consumed too much magic; he fainted because his body was protecting him.It wasn't until the evening that he finally woke up that Holly was really relieved.

"You are not only looking at the sky, you seem to be walking with the stars." Wilmer whispered, "If you want to ask me what I am afraid of, it is the look in your eyes just now."

Hawley was puzzled.

"You are looking through them, seeing scenery that no one knows. Strange and alienated, and once I reach out, I can't catch you at all."

Holly came to his senses, and there was a hint of helplessness in his smile.

"You're right," he admitted. "I was... thinking of something else."

The gaze on the side of the face is cautious, as if controlling not to be too hot.It is impossible for Holly not to see through that little thought.

The moment he withdrew his gaze, he asked, "Want to hear it?"

The stars suddenly lit up.

"You are very smart. You may have guessed that I came from somewhere a long time ago. In fact, you don't need to say much, just look at this face." Holly bent his eyes.

"I remember a lot and I forget a lot. But I can never forget where I came from.

"Do you believe... there is another world besides where you are now?"

"Like a dark cave?" Wilmer blurted out.

Holly nodded, then shook his head again. "It's similar, because everything in that world, including day, night, ocean, plants... are similar to this place. The same is true for the Dark Cave."

"But it's not exactly the same. As you can imagine, there are three boxes in front of you, all made of oak."

With a white light burning in the palm of his hand, Holly picked up a branch and drew on the ground.

"The three boxes are similar in shape, but different in appearance, and each is painted with different colors of paint."

"The dark cave and the ground, these two boxes are closely connected, people can run back and forth. But..." He said, and added four more lines at positions far apart.

"This is where I was born." He pointed to the square.

Wilmer stared at it for a while, and said, "It's not next to the other two worlds, it's in a particularly distant place."

"Yes." Holly smiled bitterly, "I probably won't be able to go back. When I first came here, I frantically searched for solutions like a headless chicken, but without exception, all of them failed."

"I don't know why it suddenly appeared, and I don't know how to go home."

Drowning, lethargy, bleeding, hitting a wall... In his previous life, he basically tried it.After all, it was the instinct of survival that pulled him back, and he didn't go any further.He didn't intend to seek death.To attack myself is just to explore the means and find ways to wear it back.

"It must be a wonderful world." Wilmer raised his eyes and looked at Holly.

"Looking at it alone, it is actually not that perfect, with many small flaws; in comparison, it is indeed a very good place." Holly's eyes were full of nostalgia.

"Countless great figures have been born, leading mankind to peace... People have tempered countless tools with wisdom, and developed unimaginable inventions..."

"By the way, there are only humans there. Besides, there is no magic." Holly smiled narrowly.

Hawley used the most succinct words possible to outline the world and society before time travel.It was a big project, but even so, he could talk non-stop for three days and three nights.

Fortunately, Wilmer was familiar with some of his words and words, so he would not be confused and confused.

They asked and answered, and time melted into the night wind, the sound of insects and leaves rustling.

Holly took off the water bag and moistened his throat.He spoke dryly, but always with high spirits.He understands, and can see, that Wilmer only knows a little bit at this time, and there are too many things he wants to ask, but he only asks about the key points.

"It's been a long, long time since I've felt so comfortable." Chen Fang's deepest secret was finally brought out, shaking his ashes.

Take the weight off your shoulders and have someone who understands...

"Quick, pinch me." Holly held out his arm, "It's like a dream."

The lips were soft, it was a shallow kiss without the slightest bit of lust.

"...It's more like a dream." He said dully.

Wilmer licked his lips and burst out laughing.His eyes were sparkling, as delicate as snowflakes, and his brows and eyes wrapped in frost instantly softened, like ice that melted in spring.

Soon, Wilmer stopped smiling, his red eyes looked brown and black under the moonlight, occasionally showing a little dark red that was not clear.

Like a slightly thick layer of blood scab, it was suddenly peeled off at this moment, and bright red blood gurgled down.

There was a strange light shining in the blood.Holly looked at him, leaned closer, and pecked at the corner of his eye.

"I won't leave. Finding a way is the second thing; the most important thing is that I already have you here—you, Master, and Nianhua."

"Don't think about it, okay?"

He really knows me best... Wilmer thought.Before, the more he listened to Holly's description, the more he felt that no matter the ground or the dark cave, the world that may not appear in the poem is really far away.

He couldn't deny his longing, so he felt more and more uncontrollable panic: there is nothing here that can bind Holly, and what can he keep Holly?

Only sincerity.Holly reached out and pulled him out of the abyss.Over and over again, patiently and gently, give him directions and answers.

"One more thing," Wilmer asked tentatively, "Truman, do you really know him?"

"This is what I want to tell you next. Since you can bear what I said earlier, I don't care about anything else."

Holly lowered his eyes: "I died once. ... Hey, let go quickly! Don't you know how strong your hands are?"

He flicked his wrist twice and scolded Wilmer.When he met those serious eyes, he gradually restrained himself from being serious, and his heart softened and tightened instead.

"I have lived here for two lifetimes, both of which are the current me... Uh, can you understand?"

"It's as mindless as time travel. In my previous life, I was still Holly, the self who traveled from that world, but died. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to my youth inexplicably." He waved his hands and explained.

Wilmer nodded, he could roughly understand the meaning.

"It's just ridiculous, isn't it? I know you can't believe it for a while. It's okay, let's understand it slowly, after all, it took me a long time to digest it."

"In my previous life... I lived in a daze. Not long after I arrived here, I met Master..."

Compared with the previous enthusiasm, Holly's voice was hoarse and his tone was heavy.He couldn't mobilize positive emotions, so he could only laugh at himself frequently, trying to cover up his low emotions.

When talking about Bobby's ending, he expressed remorse; when he stated the experience of the light camp, his eyes were sullen; when he talked about the soldiers who lost their lives, he looked guilty...

Wilmer hardly interrupted on the way, just quietly listening to what the other party said.

At the end of Hawley's speech, although he didn't shed tears, he was choked with sobs. He shed all his tears in countless nights and dreams.

When the painful past goes deep into the bone marrow, no amount of tears will be enough.

He buried his head deep between his legs, fisted his hands, and rested them on his forehead.The night wind became clammy, and Holly shivered.

The ups and downs of emotions made his temples start to turn waves.A palm caressed him, from the back of his head to the base of his neck.

Only Hawley has ever seen him in a state of distress. This is Wilmer's real vision. Hawley seemed to be hit by a rainstorm, screaming and struggling at the bottom of the valley, but no one answered——drenched and slumped like a fallen leaf.

I don't know how many times, Holly turned his back and licked the wound secretly, never letting him see a trace of fragility.

Wilmer felt that Holly was very beautiful at this moment.This is a beauty that is fragmented and on the verge of withering life, and it can easily arouse people's desire to destroy it.

But...he stood up slightly, wrapping his arms around Holly tightly.

He is more willing to bear the wind and rain with him, and when the sky dawns, he prefers the tough and lively Holly who is facing the light.

"Do you remember what Truman said before he died?" Hawley said in a dull voice.

"Remember. It's exactly the same as Bobby's situation. The last archmage on the battlefield is also him?"

"……Yes."

Wilmer's eyes flickered with darkness.

During the day, Hawley was 100% sure—

The Truman in front of him was the archmage who suddenly turned to the dark camp in the battle of the last camp in his previous life, interrupted the Ocasian circle, and caused tens of thousands of soldiers who charged into the battle to die in vain.

Coupled with all the signs of this life... No, it can be said that the evidence: Truman Nathan was the chief culprit who killed Master in the end.

New hatred or old hatred, Hawley couldn't tell the difference.

"I saw him with my own eyes yesterday, and almost touched his neck directly."

"But a question suddenly popped up in my mind: Past lives belong to past lives, and this life belongs to this life. Should I treat a different Truman with the hatred of my past life.

"Even though it was just a person, the trajectory of fate was completely changed by me and other reasons, in short."

Holly looked up and let out a heavy breath.His eyes looking at the night sky are even confused, like a star that can't find its home.

"If Truman hadn't made the move to die with us, I originally planned to hand him over to Master and Alena.

"Where should I report the hatred of my previous life? Is it really going to disappear..."

There was a cool breeze, and the two remained silent for a long time.

"Perhaps, you didn't do anything in this life, but in a subtle and indirect way, Truman was punished as he deserved."

Wilmer spoke slowly.

"Like the backlash of black magic, fate is also rushing to eat him. All the evil will finally pay back to himself."

After being dumb for a long time, Holly blinked his dry eyes.He suppressed his enthusiasm and smiled.

"Thank you. Don't rush to refuse, this is not a polite word. Wilmer... Really, thank you."

If it weren't for now, he might keep this matter in his mind alone.With so many troubles on his mind, he was not sure if he would dig into a dead end.

——and the relief is only for a moment.At least, he got real comfort from Wilmer's answer.

"We were friends in previous lives." Hawley had been hanging on to this matter, wanting to save it until the end to tell him.

Wilmer raised his eyebrows slightly, listening to the other party pick out some interesting stories about each other in previous lives.

He felt strange, yet familiar.It seems that I have seen it somewhere, and I have even been there...

Wilmer remembered.It was a dream, and the dream led him to experience it.The content is not detailed, and his memory is still vague after waking up.Some of the deeds may be described by Hawley, and some are not.

Thinking of it, he said it directly.

"Really?" Holly looked at him suspiciously.

"I can't be sure. But there are some scenes... Well, for example, you are wearing silver armor, wearing a pure white cloak, and riding a horse-such pictures, I am very impressed."

Hawley's expression began to be meaningful. He squinted and stared at Wilmer's expression for a while, which didn't seem to be fake.

He still asked aloud: "Is it really not your imagination? I remember it so deeply, I guess I have recollected it many times, right?"

Wilmer laughed angrily at him and pushed him to the ground.

"If it's just a figment of my mind, I'll do more," he said.

His hair was being gently hooked by Holly.

"The mind is not right, everything you think is crooked, and it can be reflected in your actions."

"You're right." Wilmer's chin was pressed against Holly's chest, "I was not up to the mark in my previous life, and I can only stay with you as friends."

"Are you still proud?...What's wrong with you? Are you still not satisfied with committing crimes in this lifetime?"

"..."

"Wait, hiss...don't be here..."

Holly stepped into the study room alone, walked through the reading area full of people, looked at a lonely cookbook on the bookshelf, and he checked it off to browse at will.

On the paper, the food names and ingredients are printed neatly and clearly.Frying, cooking, stewing, stewing and frying, the eight major cuisines are arranged in order, and the steps are clear and concise.

His Huaguo recipes have been compiled into a book, and after discussing everything with Donovan, it will only take three days to officially put it on the shelves.

When I came in, I heard from the administrator that this cookbook sold very well, not only among nobles, but also among the common people.

Today, the streets and alleys of the main city of Juta are filled with the aroma of distinctive dishes. Vendors are selling new foods, and family members are discussing when to try new dishes.

That's what Hawley wants to achieve.There is no content about Nianhua on the cookbook, it is just a cookbook, a cookbook from a different world and a nation.

It is impossible for him to include all the dishes of Huaxia in the book in his hand, and a thick book can be produced for one region alone.After that, it will be added slowly, anyway, it will take a long time.

A tall stack of books came towards this end, staggering like a pillar tied tightly with rattan.With a sudden tilt, accompanied by a low cry, the pillar fell down!

"Be careful!" Holly quickly caught it, and the book fell firmly into his arms.

A short-haired girl walked out from behind, staring at him with her mouth wide open.

"Sorry—sorry! Thank you!" The girl kept her voice down extremely low, bowed several times quickly, and rushed forward to grab the booklet.

"It's okay." Holly smiled.Watching the thin and handsome employee disassemble the rattan wire and display the recipes on the shelf.

Some hands-on, probably new employees.But the girl acted cautiously and looked serious, so Holly felt relieved and left the study with a smile.

He walked all the way, following pedestrians all the way.

The pier was full of people, yelling and the sound of wind and waves, noisier than the city.

Hawley came to a tall ship, surrounded by workers and crew members who were busy moving up and down the cargo.

He jumped a few times, climbed onto the boat, and saw the figure of Captain Alena commanding vigorously.The crew works methodically.

Holly is like a stone piercing through the ant colony, dodging sideways and short, dexterously avoiding the busy people.

"All explained?" Master's voice appeared behind him.

"The explanation is over." Holly took the wine hidden in Bobby's arms, waved his arm, and put it to a passing crew member who was carrying a keg wine box.

They are going to leave the Lost Island for a period of time, and they are entitled to travel on vacation.Having fun is not Hawley's main purpose. He sailed with the Sienna to explore other lands.

One side of water and soil can support one side of people, and one side of plants can also be raised.Huaguo has a vast land and abundant resources, and different regions produce different rice grains, melons and fruits, so there are famous wines in various places.

He can't be confined to the Lost Island, he has to board the boat to see a wider world.

The tavern needs someone to keep an eye on.He has already selected a suitable candidate, and by the way, he asked the brothers and sisters of the Leopard clan to help him take a look.

Brother Eric solemnly promised that little girl Heidi had tears in her eyes, and a little tear was still printed on his clothes on the chest.

Sure enough, Wilmer appeared out of nowhere, stared at the water stain, frowned and asked, "What is this?"

"Heidi was crying." Holly was happy to see his displeased look.

Hearing this, Wilmer put away his expression and didn't say anything more about it.

"Bright magic works well." Wilmer said suddenly.

"Huh?" Holly stared blankly at him for a few seconds.

Smacking out the meaning, Holly became furious: "When will you let me come? See if I can cast a spell on you!"

Wilmer looked at him gently, as if saying: Are you willing?

Holly: ...

After the first time his heart softened, he found that the rabbit was getting more and more aggressive.Hawley tried, but repeatedly fell under Wilmer's eye attack.

——Just like now.

He grinned grimly: "You will have to stay on the Sienna for the next few days, there are so many people, you can't mess around."

Wilmer remained silent.

Holly laughed even more wildly at the sight of people being deflated, although his lower back was still aching.After winning the battle, he left gracefully.

His eyes moved with the back, and Wilmer looked at the vigorous figure with a half-smile.

He liked Holly's indulgence to him very much, step by step, it was just like this that he took the other party apart.

He was still in the form of an undead back then, and he was wandering on the ground. What kind of battle has he not seen?It can basically go beyond what Hawley has seen and heard.

Wilmer knew everything, but he chose to close his mouth and press against the softest part of the opponent's heart, which made people feel defeated.

Insatiable?maybe.Holly had fun anyway.

"Sail—!" Alena shouted loudly, and the sails fluttered in response.

Wilmer turned his head in a certain direction: in front of the observatory, Holly leaned against the railing of the ship, with green eyes smiling.

The sea breeze kissed his black hair, leaving fine golden-brown hickey marks, kneading into a layer of fluffy and warm golden circles.

He is an oasis on the sea.Every place you step on will be full of vitality.

Wilmer started to meet him, toward his bright light.

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The author has something to say:

It's over!Sprinkle flowers!

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This is my first work, my child.It is immature, innocent, contains too many deficiencies, and contains a lot of hard work.

It would not have been possible without the support of readers.

The bottleneck period was too tormented, and I didn't make perfect initial preparations in all aspects, so I suffered a lot.

But I never thought of giving up, it is precisely because of everyone's vocal or silent help along the way.

I am very impressed by the many IDs who left comments, thank you for your encouragement and pointers.Thanks!

There are thousands of words in my throat, so I won't tell them all here.I will seriously summarize the defects, turn them into experience, and strive to improve.

Goodbye, everyone!

(slip away and cry)

(End of the book)