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

"Yeah. Isn't this little princess Gadliche?"

Adam raised his eyebrows and looked at me, who was lying prone on the ground. His tone of mockery was a little gloat, "If you have something to say, don't just get out of your seat."

"Bah, who gave you a seat as a bastard."

I spit out the mud from my mouth. Supporting the upper body with one hand, with the other hand, he worked hard to pull up Adam's large priest's robe, "Quick, quickly help me up!"

"...Let go first." Adam's expressionless face was black. While waving his hands like a stinky beggar, he said in disgust, "I don't know why you look so disgusting now. Like a ghost in hell."

"Asshole! My legs are numb!"

Adam's expression was tangled. After struggling for a while, he condescended and grabbed my hand, pulled me up, and put me on the bench.

Saint Enluth cannot carry magic devices except guards, and priests are no exception. The leg numbness that could be cured by a magic array can only be relieved by me sitting in a chair.

more importantly--

"Hey. Bastard priest." I silently watched Arnold, who was lying motionless on the ground in the distance. He stretched out his hand and pulled Adam's sleeve aside, "And Arnold."

"Enough of you. Why should I hug a stinky man?" The sacred and luminous handsome priest was expressionless, and his low and sweet voice was without mercy. "What's more, I see this one that accounts for 80% of the scene. Muyu has been upset for a long time."

Are you really afraid of thunderstorms when you say this?

I looked at the blond priest with condemnation. The blond priest also looked at me with those godless blue pupils, slowly magnanimous.

after awhile.

"You won." I bowed my hand to Adam from the bottom of my heart.

really. The cheapest is invincible.

In the end, poor Arnold could only lie on the cold ground, gradually being buried by cherry petals. I clenched my fists with both hands and tapped my legs for a while. When my numb legs had already felt a little sensation, I could at least stand up straight and stand up on the back of the chair, walking towards Arnold in the distance with a twisted expression.

Oh shit! The feeling of leg numbness is really uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Adam hasn't lost his conscience yet. Finally he picked up Arnold on his back and moved to the bench.

"It's so heavy."

Adam complained as he moved his shoulder joints, "Did you squeeze him dry? The good artificial people don't need sleep."

"How do I know. It's none of my business."

I moved Arnold's legs hanging outside the chair to the chair, and I moved his head and limbs carefully to make him lie more comfortable, "but he doesn't seem to be sick."

I added wickedly, "Probably he was tired from crying."

Sure enough, Adam showed an expression of disillusionment as if the human set collapsed.

Because the bench was completely occupied by Arnold. Adam and I can only occupy one head each, sitting cross-legged on the ground like two door gods.

It's not that I don't want to move Arnold back to the room. But Arnold’s magic device was “locked” for some reason. Only he knew the way to crack it. I can't force it to demolish it with a magical hedge.

As for other methods-

"Do you have the heart to let me do the rough work of a slender beautiful man?"

The 1.82-meter muscular priest rested on the bench with one hand, propped his face, and beat him in a short tone, "Let me carry him. It's impossible."

That's it. Don't worry about Arnold staying here alone, I can only sit at his feet like a loyal dog. And at the time of the young and middle-aged priest with infinite physical strength, sitting opposite me bored, playing with Arnold's hair expressionlessly.

The slender and beautiful fingers touched a strand of aqua-blue hair lightly, rubbing it as rough and vigorously as rubbing noodles, pulling it twice from time to time.

"This guy has a good face. Heron Oz has a good face-squeezing skill."

Adam commented plainly. The slightly drooping blue eyes were dim and dull, but they reflected the peaceful sleep of the teenager.

"You are not bad."

I looked at Adam’s handsome face that was still dazzling even at night, with a very sad tone, "I am the one who should be moved... You said that as a female protagonist, why I look so ordinary compared to you? Woolen cloth."

"Probably because your face came out at random."

"Hey."

"It's nothing bad. It's also part of an unpredictable destiny."

"Life is a gamble from birth."

I looked at Adam faintly. The expression of the man with one hand on his face is expressionless for thousands of years. He slightly lowered his eyelids and looked at Arnold beside him. Is it my illusion. There was pity in those eyes.

"Hey." Adam sighed lightly. He raised his other hand and touched his face, his tone sighed, "Sure enough, I am a little more handsome. Maybe this is the king of gambling in life."

With a numb look on my face, I grabbed a handful of handsome faces that were thrown at the "king of life gamblers" without hesitation. As expected, he turned his head and avoided it.

"Why did you **** come here?" I gritted my teeth and looked at Adam and asked, "I just happen to know that I am in trouble."

"Very simple. I didn't see you at the long table during the dinner."

"From childhood to adulthood, you have been attending banquets and squatting silently in the corner closest to the long table like an earthbound spirit." Adam's tone was affirmative, "this time you are not here. In all likelihood, something went wrong. ."

"...Then how do you know that I am in the cherry forest."

"what."

Adam sighed with emotion without ups and downs. "Spring, cherry blossoms. How full of the sour smell of love. Ninety percent of romantic love stories that happen in spring are under the cherry trees."

"I think you have watched more daily comics."

Adam shook his finger at me. Then he took a letter from his wide cuff and handed it to me.

I took it curiously. With the faint light of the surrounding gypsophila, he held the envelope with both hands and looked carefully.

Very ordinary papyrus envelope. The envelope with a faint scent of hay can even see the small wood chips left behind during squeezing. The stamps are cheap civilian stamps, and the lacquer used to seal letters is also the most common kind, and even the smell of wax can be smelled.

I raised my head and squinted at Adam. The expressionless priest is very magnanimous. He lifted his chin slightly to me and motioned to open it sooner.

It should be all right.

Although Adam has never really pitted me. But every time he gives me something, I subconsciously feel that it is not simple.

Doubtful. I carefully opened the letter, but my eyes remained on Adam's face.

And that handsome face is always calm.

A half-folded letter was neatly placed in a papyrus envelope. I picked it out of the envelope with my index finger and opened it.

To His Royal Highness Gadliche.

The top handwriting is neatly written on plain white paper.

Adam's expression has never changed. I also let go of my heart a little bit, turned my eyes to the letter, and read it seriously.

It turned out to be surprised to find that Rosen actually wrote it.

After working overtime in the mine for a year and a half without sleep, Rosen was finally able to go home for the New Year. This year and a half has not been easy, even an intern wizard like Rosen would be busy sleeping on the desk every day.

It shouldn't be said that the intern wizard will be busier instead. After all, it was hard to finish a day's experiment. They all went to eat and write reports, and they still had to keep the washing utensils and wipe the magic device.

Of course, these two tasks are much more cumbersome than washing dishes and cleaning furniture. Rosen's pen and ink of nearly a thousand words was writing how painful he was doing miscellaneous work. I am afraid that this year and a half, he hasn't made any progress in the magic of logistics skills.

Well. There is no way. Everyone starts from the foundation (da) and foundation (za).

However, internship also has the advantages of internship, and the pressure is not as great as that of the Supreme Sorcerer. It was written in the letter that three of the three highest mages were bald, and they were really barren.

Although he wants to write to me as soon as possible in two years. But there is really no time in the mine. Wait till it's finally a holiday. As soon as I went home, I encountered a classic and unavoidable problem no matter which world I was in.

That is--

Blind date.

The corners of my mouth twitched and looked at these two words. Just how resentful Rosen was when he wrote these two characters, the paper was broken.

"Although he posted a stamp, he personally came to the main city to send it."

Adam explained, "Having been wandering around the gate of the castle, I was almost called to drink tea by the guard. Fortunately, I saw it."

"I'll help him bring it in after asking about the origin." He pointed to the letter in my hand, "If I go through the process, I'm afraid it will be handed over to you in a month."

"That's it...thank you. Adam."

I smiled gratefully at him, from the bottom of my heart, "How does Rosen look? Is he still energetic?"

"Only when I mention you there are bright eyes."

The priest with superb metaphors said, "Other times, it's like being captured by a pitch-black will. That is the look of a defeated dog struggling in the pitch-black darkness but unable to save it."

... The blind date is terrible.

I silently prayed "Goddess Bless" for Rosen. Then read on.

Rosen's internship period has ended. The hard work of one and a half years is always rewarding. He is now a lower-level wizard. You can continue to work for the country as long as you finish the vocational exam.

The letter also stated that the magic core "toxin" had found a periodic relief. The senior management of Saint Enluth is considering whether to construct the village and the mine at the same time, in order to reduce the cost of labor and time and economic pressure.

As for the fact that "narcolepsy" can be life-threatening for a long time, it has not been announced. Rosen was shocked and frightened when he first learned about it, and then his admiration and admiration for me became like a wave of water.

He said he will work harder in the future. Strive to be promoted to an intermediate wizard in three or four years. Continue to inquire about various secrets of Saint Enluth for me.

Hmm... How should I tell this poor young man who is immersed in the fantasy of "Dark Knight". I already have the master key. I can check all the information he knows or don’t know in the national database.

The world is cruel. Is the beautiful dream of a teenager going to be shattered twice?

With a complex complexion, I looked at the neatly written and emotionally stable letter. Thinking about giving him a letter back. Encourage him by the way when concealing necessary facts. He is still young, he is not in a hurry to get married, and he has to take advantage of his good time to pursue his dreams.

If I write this, I'm afraid I will be **** to death.

Fold the letter along the crease and carefully put it in your pocket. When I looked up again, I saw Adam holding a bookmark facing me.

"This is……?"

Adam did not answer and did not let go. After a while, I took her with both hands.

This is a bookmark made by pressing two magic core films together. And underneath it is a cluster of white gypsophila.

"Happy birthday. Gardrie cut."

Adam congratulated me calmly. After seeing my expression, he snorted gracefully, "Don't you like the sky with stars the most. I made a bookmark for you."

...I looked at him with horror, and my voice trembled, "You did... yourself?"

"Nonsense. Would you still buy it otherwise? I won't do this kind of waste of money." Adam said mockingly, "I made the two films with a magic device. The gypsophila was collected in the royal garden. Yes. I made the best things at the lowest cost."

"Although the bookmarks are indeed exquisite and beautiful, why am I so angry."

"and."

Adam took out four more bookmarks from the wide cuffs. They spread out like fans, held by beautiful slender hands.

Yellow, red, green, blue.

Small flowers of various colors are tied into a bunch and pressed in the transparent magic core film. It's like being caught by stars.

I was stunned. Then he looked at Adam who was expressionless and asked, "Why not seven?"

"Because it's not a great thing." Adam replied, "Isn't it 18 years old in your original world to become an adult? It happens to be the next four, I will give you one a year."

"...Fucking, are you doing a great gift for a one-time gift?"

"No." Adam snapped his fingers. "This is romance."

I looked at him blankly.

The gypsophila growing in the royal garden is the best white color. And yellow, green, and red are the three cheapest pigments. No need to think about it. He definitely tuned the blue with the previous three.

It's a gift that fits Adam's characteristics.

I sighed silently in my heart. Put the bookmark in his pocket.

...

Arnold had a long dream.

That is a very beautiful dream. Everything in the dream. There are inexhaustible high-purity magic cores and inexhaustible money, as well as clever and hardworking assistants like a caring little padded jacket.

Arnold knew very well that this was a dream. But this dream is really wonderful. Even he didn't want to wake up.

After finishing another experiment, Heron Oz, who was ruddy and gratified, said to him "a big success". And Arnold turned his head quickly without hesitation, wanting to share the common joy with his assistant.

Then he saw Gadriche, who was smiling brightly at himself in a white robe.

Then he woke up.

The stars are reflected in the icy eyes. After a while, Arnold sat up.

The hazy brain gradually regained consciousness. He remembered that he couldn't help but fell asleep without knowing why.

It's probably Feng's fault.

He thought casually.

The view at night is not good. In the dim light. He saw a mass of dark objects nesting beside the bench on which he was lying.

"...Your Royal Highness Gardrich?"

Wait for the moon to emerge from behind the clouds. In the moonlight, Arnold could see the dark shadow clearly.

That is a girl with a flushed face holding something.

"Aaa, Arnold, you are awake!"

Since the dark period, the always calm girl stuttered, "Why have you slept for so long! It's all night!"

"Sorry. I can't help it."

The indifferent boy has a calm voice. "His Royal Highness. What is in your hand?"

"……birthday present."

Gardelli replied very quietly.

Arnold looked at the thing in her hand, the bookmark made of magic core film and gypsophila. In the moonlight, you can see a string of bronzing flowers in the lower right corner of the bookmark.

Dear Gardri cut. 14 years old.

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Mom, I also want to celebrate my birthday.

At present, people who have a high degree of friendship with Jiamei have given gifts. [Arnold will have surprises afterwards (although his words may be surprised but not happy)]

And this bookmark is a foreshadowing www