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

The pale man put a hand on his knee and moved. Although he did not say anything, I understand that he has approved what I said.

I just don't want to admit that I don't want to compromise. It is difficult to admit your failure frankly and start over. This is especially true for academics with high accomplishments and arrogance. After all, Edwin Baider is just an ordinary person with a weird temper but with his own merits.

And I am different.

They are more accustomed to failure than success. Because of lack of talent and ability, I compromised with "God" again and again. But because of this, I can think of things that Edwin has subconsciously ignored. Even the "loser", as long as the door is kept knocking, the **** will one day respond.

"...I see. Try as you said."

The thin man replied like this. He looked at me, the dim light in his eyes half-shielded under the dark blue hair, like the afterimage of a flame burning in the gloom, "Wait for me. I will go to the workshop with you now."

"No. Now I think what you need more is rest."

I twitched the corners of my mouth. The pale skin that has not been exposed to the sun for a long time in the workshop makes people can't help but think of the dark circles of the word "sudden death", and the long dark blue hair that is neglected and somewhat covers the eyes. If it weren't for the deep and deep voice like Zi'anwu, I would have thought it was a deep-seated woman who came from somewhere.

"No. I don't need to rest." Edwin stared at me blankly.

"Whether you take a break is secondary. The most important thing is that I need to prepare today." I stared at him, and looked back at him blankly. "You only have a small bottle of dragon blood, right."

Without Yinglan's permission to own a dragon privately is a capital crime. But Edwin admitted without hesitation, his tone was still very stinky, "Yes. But I only plan to use it when I make the final product."

"This is too inefficient. And it is prone to deviation." Of course, as a scholar, I know what problems will be encountered when making magical devices. It is precisely because of this that I need to prepare in advance, "directly in the experimental stage. Use fantasy seeded blood."

The thin man was silent for a while. He frowned, thoughtfully, "So you are going to rob the black market."

"..."

I stared at the dead fisheye of the godless and didn't reply.

"It's too dangerous. If something like the blood of fantasy seeds is robbed, the people in the black market will never give up easily." The man's voice was low, with inexplicable thinking, "I, Arnold and Sophie are fine. . Your life cannot be guaranteed."

I laughed. The expression has evolved further. It turned into a emptiness and bleak as if it was going to go away with the wind. And at this time, the jellyfish spirit beside him made up his sword and said, "It's okay. I will be responsible for her safety."

"Ah. Then it's okay."

"No problem! Are your family's brain circuits all connected to the rectum!"

The corners of my mouth twitched violently, and I finally spit out intolerably, "And even the black market doesn't have that much volume... Leave it alone. I'll get it. And it won't happen."

Old Antique's brow furrowed even tighter. He looked at me deeply and said—

"So take a good rest today Edwin. You shouldn't sleep all day." I relentlessly changed the subject before Old Antique said even more frenzied imagination, "Turn everything down. Tomorrow will be a new battlefield."

"…what."

Although the answer is very firm. But Old Antique's voice was still a little hoarse.

After all, he is the most stressed of all.

"The tea is ready~"

The light female voice broke the heavy to solidified atmosphere. Sophie, wearing an apron, carried a wooden tray and gently placed tea and coffee on the table.

Thank you politely. I picked up the tea in front of me and took a sip from the edge.

Sweetness filled with bitterness. It is completely different from the mellowness of Yinglan black tea, and it is as clear as spring water soaked with green leaves in summer.

"...Mr. Sophie." The overly similar taste made my hands tremble. Holding a beautiful porcelain cup with hot patterns, I asked, "Is this...is the local tea from Yinglan?"

"Ah, yes. It has a very different taste." Sophie, who was holding the tray, stood aside and explained to me, "A long time ago, Baide was a country where a fantasy species and humans lived together. This kind of tea 'It was also taught to mankind by the fantasy species at the time. It seems to have medicinal use."

"But it is a pity that their culture has not been passed down after the extinction of the fantasy species...I don't know how to use tea to make medicine."

"...That's it."

I put the oblate ceramic cup back on the table. I suppressed the excitement in my heart, pretending to be regretful, "Really. What a pity."

"Huh. It's nothing to be a pity. I never drink this strangely flavored tea."

Old Antique snorted coldly. Take a sip of coffee with a porcelain cup. From the black color, it can be seen that this thing is not ordinary suffering. I only took a sip of Baide’s black coffee and vomited it out, and never dared to try it again. Ask me to say that this is something strange.

"Ms. Sophie."

A cold voice came in. I turned my head and saw Arnold pointing to the tea in front of me with a face of indifference, "It doesn't taste good. Can you change it to black coffee for me."

I almost slapped the back of the water-blue head with a slap.

…

Unexpectedly, when coming out of the old antique house. The sky has turned into a burning orange.

The setting sun is shining and is about to fall. The silver world was dyed into a soft and fuzzy color at this moment. It seems to have left the afterglow of the setting sun in the snow that has not disappeared.

I originally thought that there would be no other exchanges between Edwin and I except for business affairs. But today we talked for a long time.

Although the style of painting is completely abnormal.

"Edwin." I took another biscuit with my hands free, and said while eating, "Hadremo didn't intentionally hide you. He cherishes you just like you cherish him. If you don't tell you, it is hope. Don't worry too much."

"Ah. I know what you want to say." The man with a clear and handsome face but with a mean expression all day long sneered. "Even if I know I can do nothing. I can only be uselessly anxious. Instead of Let me do those useless efforts, it is better to continue to live the rare daily life. Isn’t it?"

…Although the meaning is the same, is it necessary to say it so ugly? Even if the reality is cold and ruthless, we can embellish warmth with words-forget it. Anyway, as long as you understand.

I mumbled in my heart. The sensible didn't say it. Turning the topic in another direction, "I wanted to ask when you were obsessed with the magic device that you stopped while studying. Did you know that this type of disease is a genetic disease?"

"No." Edwin stared at me expressionlessly, "I just think it's possible. So prepare early."

Directly anticipated the worst situation.

I looked at the man with a grim expression in front of me. Did not speak. Unlike the optimism in Hadremer's bones, Edwin Bader is a pessimistic person.

When it comes to bad things, "possibility" means "inevitability" in his eyes. Since it is possible for the **** of death to take his life from his own hands, let yourself master the method of killing the **** of death first.

Unexpectedly strong beliefs.

I chuckled lightly. For the first time without any malice, he said in a gentle and sincere voice, "We will succeed. Definitely."

"I really don't know where you come from. You are obviously more likely to fail."

Edwin, who was mocking me, held his head slightly upside-down, staring at me. And I just stared dead fisheyes and didn't speak.

Really a **** chat genius.

And this kind of twisted want to directly let people lie flat in the coffin and chat with Hadremer, did they last all afternoon? Thinking of Sophie who had been with Old Antique all night, I couldn't help feeling that the power of the fool is really great.

Snow fell in the sky again. Not too big or too small. The glittering snowflakes refracted the warm orange light, falling quietly like the after-stars of flames.

"...Such a snow scene, you can't see it in Saint Enluth."

I leaned against the dark wall of the villa and murmured in a low voice. Even if Xiaoxue like this is carried back hard, he will still get wet from the snow. And because there was no snow in the morning, Arnold and I did not bring an umbrella today, so Arnold and I could only wait for the snow to stop at the door of Old Antique's house.

"Your mood is very low."

The ice-colored knight stood beside me, his cold voice indifferent.

"Rosen and Elaine said they were going to get engaged in the winter. Now the winter is half past."

I chuckled lightly, with a somewhat embarrassed tone, "Although I really want to talk to them and send my blessings. But my current mood doesn't seem to allow me to laugh very happily."

"Don't force yourself."

Arnold. It really doesn't coax people.

If he is not familiar, he will definitely think he is a cold to cold person. But in fact, artificial humans lacking normal experience are just like snow.

Blank. Clean. There is no warmth but no coldness.

"Start tomorrow! I have to work harder!"

I suddenly said loudly. He stood up straight and stretched hard, "I will call Rachel later! If he knows the whole story, he will definitely agree to donate some blood!"

Arnold didn't look at me, his icy eyes reflected the falling snow, "Is it really him."

"Yes. So good people will be rewarded. I helped them solve the love triangle problem before, but now it's their turn to help me."

"Fate is really a magical thing." Causal accumulation. At that time, I would never have thought that there would be such a day, "and the bond between people is extraordinarily beautiful."

"Hi. Arnold."

The ice-colored sight fell on me as he called. I chuckled lightly and asked him, "We will...success, right?"

"Will do."

The ending was clearly unpredictable, and the knight answered my question with a light smile.

"Definitely. Your Royal Highness Gadliche."

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Gadrich’s wonderful parable x

Edwin's fantastic imagination x