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

The development of the magic guide has blurred the concept of human beings on temperature. It was not until the arrival of the Jiulan Festival that I realized that summer was about to pass, and that the trees in the courtyard had already shown signs of yellowing.

Another year's summer is going to pass.

now think of it. People's sense of the passing of time has become more and more dull. The transition of the four seasons seems to be overnight. After looking back and looking back and forth, I realized that the time had passed so long. Can not help but sigh for the passing of time.

Human life is really long and short.

Everything in the past life now recalls like a dream, with no sense of reality. The sea breeze is cool and the flowers are scented by the shore, and the five senses that are too real remind me that I belong to this world.

"Don't sigh out the window like an old man."

The man's unwavering voice with a lazy tone almost sounded in his ears. I had an open-minded face and instantly covered my ears. He turned his head with a distorted face.

However, there is nothing behind me.

"in the garden."

Adam's voice sounded again. But this time it was a distance from me. I ran to the edge of the balcony, holding on to the handrail and trying to look down.

The garden full of white roses bloomed in the bright morning light. By the fountain in the very center of the huge rose maze, stood the priest in white.

The platinum sunlight jumped over his hair, splashing water rippling on the hem of his clothes. The handsome priest seemed to be shining a white holy light, just like the white roses he had just picked in his basket.

"...Adam, you bastard!!"

I slapped the handrail vigorously and yelled at Adam below, "I came to the Royal Garden again to steal flowers and sell them! The guards! Pull down this plaster essence and behead my head!"

"Don't be like a grumpy old lady. Gadriche."

The blond cast iron is still light and breezy under my anger. He stretched his hand into the slung basket, fumbled for something, and said, "I'm just getting what I deserve--ah."

Holding the flower in his hand, he turned slowly. The blond priest held the white rose high in one hand, facing me.

"Hey. This is the best flower among all the flowers." The unscrupulous plaster lifted his head, and said in his unwavering tone, sending out beggar-like love words, "I gave it to you. Don't be angry. Up."

I did not speak. Only after watching Adam quietly for a while, he turned and walked into the room.

Then he walked out with a chair. He lifted it high and smashed towards Adam outside without expression.

"Hello. It's dangerous."

The wooden chair that fell from a high altitude hit the golden enchantment with terrifying potential energy. It was smashed to pieces as it should. The small pieces of wreckage were swept up in the air by the wind and piled aside.

"Too violent Gadriche." The complex magician array turned into a spot of light in his hands. Adam raised his hand, frowned blankly, and touched his face pretendingly, "What if the wood chip scratches my face like no other in the world."

"...You wait. I still have three chairs."

"Ha. Just let me go."

The priest complained like this. The sound of sighing has the laziness and decadence unique to summer, which is unexpectedly nice.

And in bright sunlight. He was smiling lightly at me with his head up.

...Adam, a bastard. I know every day to make fun of me.

I cursed a few words in a low voice. Adam staring at the bottom slammed "Wait for me to come down" viciously. Then he turned around without hesitation, and ran down.

And Adam was waiting there as expected.

After all, as the best priest in Saint Enluth. He was invited by the king, my father, to go to Lanjie Beach—well, the orthodox way of saying it is prayer.

Although St. Enlus is not like Beluxis, it is a country where religious fanaticism is governed by religion. However, with the opening up of the continent caused by the Hundred Years' War, the teachings of Bleusis were passed down through preachers.

People who have just experienced war need good expectations, and religion can meet this. With the precipitation of time, and leaving out the radical to paranoid content in the canon, the canon of Bleusis was passed down in Saint Enluth in a "gentle" way.

Up to now. Even in the cities of Yinglan and Baid, you can see the shadow of the church.

There is nothing wrong with this... as long as it is not fanatical. Religion is still a thing that benefits more than harm.

What's more, "religion" gave Adam, a vagrant, a bite of food.

People in this world will naturally become elements and disappear after death. People often use magic cores to collect these "elements" as the last souvenir to commemorate the dead.

Although your father and my father are essentially the same thing after death. At most, my dad is red because of the magic core used to carry it, and your dad is green. But because of the emotions of our living beings, they become unique and profound things.

When a person really dies. It's when no one remembers you in this world anymore.

At that time you are just a gust of wind, a shower of rain, a flower, and a tree. It's just a part of nature, the smallness of billions of elements.

Until then, he is completely dead.

Do you feel lonely just thinking about it? Humans are social creatures that fear loneliness, and because of this they seek eternal life. Only then will he throw part of his "soul" into the bottom of the blue sea.

"Today. I offer the prayer of the goddess here."

"Whether it's you or my deceased relatives, friends, loved ones, people who are seeing patients. Or those strangers."

"At this moment. Let us living ones pray for them."

"Pray that they will still sleep in their sleeping dreams."

The blue-and-white viewing platform was full of people. The innermost circle is the nobles and royal families of Saint Enluth. Outside of them is the knight who guards them. And outside the knights are the residents of Saint Enluth and the tourists from other countries.

And the one standing in front of them. It was the priest with his eyelids drooping slightly and turning the scripture in his hand.

Although the priest's voice is holy, it has no emotion. It's like the gods who gave life and took them away after a short time. No mercy.

But it is precisely because life is hard-won and short-lived. People will cherish and value it.

Although I was a staunch atheist in my previous life and in this life, I lowered my head and closed my eyes at this time, and prayed silently with the people who stood on the viewing platform.

People are afraid of being alone. So he threw the magic core with a part of his "soul" into the bottom of Lan Jiehai. I hope I can still belong to the crowd after death, and someone can accompany me. No matter what kind of person he is, whether he knows him or not.

Although there are many lives lost, they are still too unclear for the sea. But the wish is always good. Saint Enlus prays to Lan Jiehai every year on Jiulan Festival. It can also be regarded as a comfort to those who have been forgotten by the dead.

Of course. The "souls" of grandma and grandpa are also in the sea. But they also have tombstones in the Royal Cemetery.

There is no reincarnation in this world.

After death, the soul falls into deep sleep. Always be immersed in your own dreams. Kind people will live in dreams forever. The most sinful people will be trapped in nightmares and be tortured forever.

In the "dream" of grandma and grandpa. They still live happily together.

Love is really a wonderful thing. I hope I will talk about a beautiful, normal, and regular love in my "dream" after death.

Thinking like this, I slowly opened my eyes. The smile on the corner of his mouth became desolate at some point.

When I saw the priest who was stuffing the trash can with the holy scripture, the sad smile on the corner of my mouth froze.

Then he twitched at a very violent frequency.

"...Adam!!! What are you doing!!!"

I shouted and rushed forward. He grabbed the Scriptures that were half of the books in the trash can, and pushed them desperately into Adam's arms, "Hey, you are a priest...! Doesn't it matter just to throw the Scriptures into the trash can?"

"What's wrong with the priest. The priest also has the right to throw garbage."

Inorganic blue eyes looked at me. Adam stopped his hand, but only held it empty, and did not hold the heavy holy scripture in his arms like other priests. Just buy something like Scripture when you need it."

"...You bastard's basic fear of God!"

Adam did not speak.

Just after looking at me silently for a while. Grinning, smiled mockingly.

"Gadrich. Both you and I know what the real "goddess" is."

"Changing, arrogant. Willful and irresponsible."

"This kind of beautiful'god' is just a false **** you have imagined."

Adam said this way. I flicked away my hand, and threw the brand-new scripture in my hand into the trash can.

"And false gods. They won't punish me."

The handsome blond priest clapped his hands expressionlessly. He even revealed the refreshing feeling of "finally throwing away the dirty tissues I took three subway stops".

My gaze at Adam became very complicated in an instant.

This man... would it be so cool to "retaliate" the goddess in such a naive way? I don't know if it is because of the unexpected and careful temper or he really hates the goddess.

but. Apart from this, Adam couldn't do anything else.

After all, the goddess has been away from the mainland for so long. Now I am afraid that even a question will not reach her ears.

"Although you don't know what you have made up again. But don't look at me with pity, Gadriche."

Adam said this way. He raised his left hand and patted me on the shoulder, and his right hand covered my mouth. Just like that, he yawned super-largely. Even the yawn sound was so mellow.

"It's too early for the ceremony today. I'm so sleepy."

I stared blindly. Looking at him blankly. And the blond priest, without the conscious of the beautiful young man's skin, said to me while yawning, "I'll go back to sleep first. Do it yourself."

"……Hey!"

Regardless of my dissuasion. Adam just turned around and walked away step by step. Still not forgetting to raise his hand with his back to me and wave it.

...Because of this person's appearance. That's why even Lilia hates him.

I looked at the white back who was fading away and gave a heavy tusk. As a Mary Su who wants to get rid of as long as a handsome guy, Lilia thought that naturally she also thought about starting with Adam.

But when she knew that under the handsome skin was an unbeatable heart, she gave up decisively.

In her words. She loves Arnold, a beautiful boy with perfect attributes and great room for growth.

I don't know what expression she will show when she learns that Arnold is nearly 50 years old.

The priest's back has disappeared from the crowd. It never appeared again. Although most of the sea-viewing platform, which was originally crowded with people, walked after the ceremony, the flow of people is definitely not small.

And so many people. But no one was shocked by the priest's extraordinary behavior.

No. It should be said that they are not even aware of it.

Not only language. Even Adam's unreasonable behavior was corrected.

"..."

The black eyes are obscure. But it quickly became clear again. I sighed and scratched the back of my head. Since I don't have any reason to stay here, I'll go back to the castle and stay home.

However.

"St. Enlus is such a great country. Even after I die, I want to be buried in the sea."

The low-pitched male smiled. The moment passed by, it sounded clearly in an instant.

...I stopped. Turning his head and staring at the man sitting on the bench beside him, his pupils shrank slightly because of shock.

The man sitting on the bench facing the sea wears a dark cloak. The wide brim of his hat trapped his entire face in the shadows. There was a suspicious breath all over his body.

but. I know his voice too well.

The man moved around, leaving a place for me. I didn't hesitate to sit directly next to him, looking at the scarlet golden eyes hidden in the shadow of the brim of the hat a little speechlessly.

Although I didn't respect personal wishes in this way-but Hadremer, who had covered up that trendy side, was even more handsome.

"Master Hardremo. Why are you here?"

I looked at him with disgust. Saint Enluth's patrol is also not vegetarian. Although it is misleading, if it weren't for the strong ability of Hadremer himself, he would have been arrested for "suspicious whereabouts" now.

"Haha! I have no choice but to wear it like this."

Hardremer smiled boldly, stretched out a hand and pulled his hat brim, "Your father, that stinky kid has a psychological shadow on me. I can only do this in order not to scare him."

... For a moment, my eyes on Hadremer were full of horror.

"Although it's still unreliable when you are old. But it can be regarded as keeping the teacher's country well until your sister appears."

The man sighed. The rippling sea was reflected in his golden eyes, one after another, "You and your sister are very similar to Teacher Jiulan."

"If she is still alive, she will be proud of you."

Hadremer said so. The smile on the corner of his mouth is very light, but as bright as the summer sun.

The hemp cloth rubbed and made a rustling sound. Sitting on the bench, he stood up and calmly walked to the edge of the viewing platform.

And when he stopped. The hands hidden in the wide cuffs were holding three white roses.

The red golden eyes stared at the sea. It is a distant and warm color, which seems to be immersed in beautiful memories. And I just stood quietly behind him.

"I came to see you this year. Teacher Jiulan."

Respect, miss. Hadremo whispered to Jiulan who was sleeping on the bottom of the sea. Hold the white roses in your hands lightly, and let them fall into the sea one by one.

White flowers are floating on the blue sea. Was involved in the water after a wave and disappeared. I don't know if he has reached the side of the sleeping person.

Hadremer, Roz Roertun.

I retracted my gaze toward the sea and fell on the man, "Who is the other one for?"

"Some young man who looks too much like Teacher Jiulan."

The black eyes tightened.

"I don't know more. It's just that every year during the Jiulan Festival. You can see him standing here for a long time."

Hadremo pointed to his position, "No prayers or flowers. He is just standing here."

"Haha. To be honest, I don't know what his feelings for Jiulan fell to the ground." Hadremo smiled and said embarrassingly, "I don't know if it is a good idea to help him. It's bad."

"..."

Rare. I did not reply. After a moment of silence, he asked inexplicably, "That boy. Has he come today too."

The scarlet golden eyes hidden in the shadow looked at me. The corners of Hadremer's mouth still raised, "Come on."

"But already left."

"This year, he still didn't pray or offer flowers. He just stood there."

"..."

The ultimate ultimate. I sighed.

"Obviously he is only fourteenth-five years old. But he likes to sigh more than my middle-aged uncle!" Hadremo laughed loudly. He patted my shoulder vigorously, "Don't worry, don't worry. You still have a lot of time to do miracles at your age."

This time it really worked a miracle.

I was smiling, desolate and lonely, and my thin body was shook and shaken by the baide boy.

"Hadremo...cough. Teacher." The man's hand strength is still not weak. This "encouraging" slap just slapped me and coughed out, "When are you going to go back this time in Saint Enluth?"

"Ah. It's the same. I'll go back after the Jiulan Festival."

I gave him a surprised look. The man's expression is as usual, it seems that he has gotten used to it.

Jiulan Festival is only one day. It officially ended after the jellyfish meeting tonight. Looking at Hadremer's tone, I'm afraid it wasn't just last night, and he will leave tomorrow morning. Came all the way back once, just to present a flower on this festival.

It is much more convenient to have an airship, but it still takes three days. I don't know how Hardremo came in the days when there was no airship.

And this obsession that spans decades of climbing mountains and ridges. Is it for himself, or to fulfill Rozroltun's promise.

After all, Roz Roertun promised Jiulan-even if I die, I will love you forever.

"Now. Gardrich cut."

Hadremo pointed to Lan Jiehai in front of him, "You said wait for me to die. How about throwing my spiritual core and Uncle Rhodes's into the sea here."

Just imagined it. My expression became distorted, "Let's not mention the social influence... Rozroltun has been dead for so long. Don't torture him."

"Haha! Why didn't Rhodes **** Jiulan back from the man."

"Forget it. My grandpa and grandma are true love."

"Yes. True love is invincible,"

Hadremo responded. The tone was relaxed and natural, and the eyes looking at the sea remained the same.

but. As Rozroltun’s nephew, did he forgive Jiulan back then?

This is probably only clear to him.

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※

Recently, the exam severely interrupted my renewal plan. A palm of three thousand had to be five thousand to complete the list (tears)

I don't know if you still remember that at the beginning, Hadremo showed an extremely complicated expression to Jia Mei.

His feelings for Jiulan have been complicated even now.

He has done so much, which can be regarded as a testament to Jiulan's Spirit in the Sky, "My uncle loves you no less than Garden."

He had prepared a country, and my uncle at least still had me—something like that.

Jellyfish is really a treasure, everyone said good x

ps: "The pupils shrank suddenly" I have used it all my life. I won't stop, you guys give up! Hum.