All the Handsome Deep Well Ice Like Me [Western Fantasy]

Slow and gentle footsteps echoed on the dark promenade. Slightly slanting sunlight passed through the arched doors, leaving a mottled shadow of a whirling tree on the dark-patterned tiles.

The deep and dry wind blew the leaves on the tall trees on both sides, making the sound of salsa. And the shadow on the brick surface rustled and trembled along with it.

The well-dressed maid walked unhurriedly in front, leading the way for us. And Ahirain and I followed her at an appropriate distance and walked side by side.

Perrelet’s house is not like Panli’s manor. It is just one of the villas located on the edge of Bader. Although a large area can recruit a group of maids, I still saw the roofs of many other mansions through the shabby green on the way here.

"Near Perrelet's house are the houses of several other academicians. Although the private space is cleverly separated by greenery. But if you really want to go, the distance is not very far."

The maid walking in front turned her head, smiled at us, and continued to introduce, "The owner of this house is the father of your teacher Hadremer, the Gwen Bertre University bachelor."

Obviously Panli's house was allocated to such a remote place alone. But is Perrelet's house next to the other fellows?

Suppressed the inner emotions. I pretended to be ordinary and asked the maid in front, "Is old Mr. Gwen still doing a bachelor's degree?"

"no."

The maid shook her head. Turned his head and turned his back to us. Said in a polite and gentle voice, "Old Mr. Gwen has now retired. After all, his old man is almost eighty years old."

I was stunned.

In this era, being able to live to eighty years old is already considered a long life... if you push it forward. Eighty years ago, it was just after the Hundred Years' War ended.

Arthur's father died because of old wounds left during the war. The grandmother was overworked for the sake of Saint Enluth.

As a politician. Gwen can be considered a long life.

"Master Gwen is already very old. But everyone will still honor him as a Gwen Bachelor." The maid chuckled, "His former students would visit him from time to time. And his students' students will also come. So the house is quite lively."

"Will anyone else come besides us today?" I asked.

"Nothing."

The maid walking ahead stopped. Nodded to us, raised his hand slightly, and made a please gesture, "Master Gwen is inside. Please, please. If you have any needs, please use the magic device next to the door to call me."

"thanks."

Ahirain thanked him softly. It collided with my low voice. The elegant maid bowed to us and then left.

The figure of the maid quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor. I turned back to look at the closed door in front of me.

The dark wooden door seems to have been around for some years, and the bronzing part on the door frame has been mottled, but you can still feel the exquisite gold-plated carvings. And in the very center of the door is a very pure magic core, dotted in the center of the shimmering, rotating magic array. It can be seen from its structure and circuit that this is a magic guide used to "isolate temperature".

The wooden gate is thick and heavy. I reached out and grabbed the doorknob, but didn't pull it open all of a sudden. And when my face turned dark, Ahirain chuckled lightly, shook my hand, and gently opened the door.

"From now on, let the man do this kind of thing."

Ahirain whispered in my ear. Then he straightened up and walked in first.

And my expression has returned to normal.

Well. After all, this kind of thing is normal. Don't talk about the door. In my previous life, sometimes I couldn't even unscrew the cap of the bottle.

I stared blankly and walked in. And Ashleyn closed the door after I completely entered the room.

Hearing the sound of the sliding door, it was really heavy... No wonder the maid didn't open the door for us just now.

and.

I lowered my head. Look at your hand. The delicate and warm feeling just now seemed to remain.

He was obviously a man but had a face more beautiful than a woman. The hands are still delicate and fair, completely different from my hands that have suffered through vicissitudes and are covered with thick calluses.

but. Sure enough, Ashley was still a boy. I have more strength than me.

I raised my head and looked around. When I saw the "temperature isolation" circuit outside the door, I thought that this room should be a greenhouse.

But I didn't expect it to be such a big greenhouse.

Lush and tall tree. Green and soft grass. Unknown wild flowers are blooming little by little by the shimmering lake. Under the action of the magic guide, the sunlight cast through the composite glass is always bright.

It's not so much a greenhouse. It's better to say it's a garden.

"Ahiline." I pulled the cuff of the boy on my side. He turned his head and looked at me with those violet eyes, "Are we still...indoors."

"Yes." The purple eyes are as beautiful as the blooming violets. Ahiline looked at me and asked in a gentle tone, "What's wrong? Surprised?"

"...Somewhat."

"Isn't there such a greenhouse in St. Enluth's Castle?"

"No. This kind of garden is not so much a greenhouse... The garden of Saint Enluth is open-air, and there are not too many magic devices."

I looked at this garden, completely staying in the most beautiful time under the influence of the magic guide. Muttered, "After all, there are sunny and rainy seasons in the reincarnation. The scenery of the garden should be beautiful under the laws of nature... and Saint Enluth is not an old man who needs to strictly control the environment."

In this era of highly advanced magic, the garden of Saint Enluth is still the same. I have seen the spring breeze blow the stamens and have seen Baixue lower the branches. Even after a rainstorm, the flowers on the ground are shockingly beautiful.

And sometimes small animals come to the garden.

Although my third sister is obsessed with Mary Su Mei dreams, she pinched herself a secondary disease caused by the reincarnation of a vampire queen with gradual hair. But like all the innocent girls, they love animals.

This caused her to hold her arms in her arms and clamor to raise her no matter what she saw.

The old father and mother's routine of "you took it away, how pitiful its father, mother, brothers and sisters are" is no longer useful. Every time like this, the eldest sister appeared on the court, her face was cold and refused.

"Why!"

Lilia, who finally broke out after N rejections, carefully and tightly hugged the squirrel in her arms. He resisted crying and shouted to us, "Clearly I am the princess of Saint Enluth! Why can't I even raise a squirrel!"

"It has nothing to do with whether you are a princess or not." Even though the father and mother had already shaken their faces. Sister Julia still has a voice like steel, "You didn't raise it by yourself at all. You just threw it to the maid."

Lilia was stunned. Then he blushed and shouted, "Does it make a difference!"

"Yes." The elder sister said blankly, "I won't agree until you can take this responsibility yourself."

"I have it now!"

"No. You can't take responsibility at all until you are fourteen."

"..."

what. My sister. Your lovely face has become distorted.

Although because of various relationships, Lilia has never regarded me as an older sister, nor has she ever spoken to me. But I went to her to make sense that night.

Although this truth is extremely pale and traditional-you will understand it when you grow up. We are doing good for you.

When Lilia heard these words, she ignored me and left. I was left alone in the moonlight, looking at her angrily distant back, and secretly sighing about my sister's rebellion.

Not to mention the princess's consciousness and responsibilities... growing up under the love of her parents and a generous environment, she didn't even have the basic "knowledge".

We are too small to be able to take responsibility for the future. It's like I never thought that I would have such a mess, and left my hometown to go to other countries at the age of fourteen-although there is no real sense of Arnold's company.

But if I had a pet before. Now it must be thrown to parents to raise it.

Although it doesn't matter if you keep more than a hundred litters of squirrels in the castle of Saint Enluth. But neither my sister nor I want Lilia to become an irresponsible person.

Of course. If she was suddenly awakened by Tianlei and became a person who can carry a country in her teens like her sister Arthur, please don't say anything.

The dry and deep wind blew across my cheeks. Recalling me from the flash memory, I couldn't help but sighed while looking at the scenery in front of me.

I don't know how St. Enluth's father, mother and third sister are doing.

The seemingly long memories are only a moment in retrospect. Just when I was about to look for Gwen in Ashley, an old voice came from not far away.

"Who is it—is it Hadremer."

"...No. We are students of Hadremer."

Ashleyn glanced at me. Instead of me, he answered in a loud voice, and followed the voice to the lakeside at the end of Qingshizi Road.

Then. We saw an old man in a wheelchair by the clear lake.

He just sat and lay quietly on the wooden wheelchair, with a thin beige blanket covering his lap. The pale hair was all combed to the back of his head.

The lake light shines on him. And he also looked at the lake. It wasn't until we got closer that he looked at us with hindsight.

And I didn't even look at him for the first time. Instead, he looked at the wooden chair he was sitting on.

The exquisite workmanship seat is also intimately padded with a layer of cushions. Although it is a wooden structure, it is strong and firm. The magic guide is also inlaid behind the chair. It can sense the user's thoughts and move, and it will not rush into the water intelligently. At the same time, a magic guide for talking is added to the handle, so you can contact the servant at any time. Although it's not very useful, at least it also prepares a barrier to prevent splashing water and small things thrown over.

...Over. I care too much about the magical device.

I blamed myself in annoyance. Then he looked at Gwen. It was discovered that this old man, who was nearly in his seventies but looked healthy, widened his eyes slightly, and looked at Ahirain with a slightly shocked look.

However, after a while, he smiled again. A gentle smile appeared on his face, which was marked by time.

I looked at Ashleyn. Sure enough, he also found something wrong with Gwen. Surprised doubt flashed through the slightly opened violet eyes.

And at this moment. Gwen spoke in an old and soft voice.

"Oh... I didn't expect you to come to see me."

"Jiulan."

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How could coincidence be accidental, right? 233

Nothing else. In terms of appearance, Ahiraion and Jiulan are extremely similar.

Of course there is also a story.

Let's talk about it later. (Is the latter part of this article serial blasting?)

as well as! ! The old sword is a pit! Open the copy!

You can see it by clicking on the author's column later, and I will say it again in the voiceover tomorrow.