Chapter 665 In Memories

Aiu Taylor Buddha, who was released from the soul gem, was stunned for a moment, and Allen sat back in his chair, and roughly told him about his current situation and his relationship with his grandfather.

Aiwu Taylor Buddha touched his face with his hands, and the feeling from the touch made him doubt whether he was really dead. Although he had already prepared himself for such a thing, when he was told clearly that he Already dead, and turned into a soul state, and after death, people don't go to see their own gods, nor fall into hell, but are turned into portraits in portraits by a wizard to continue to exist in this world, which makes people He felt incredible.

Thinking of a possibility, he couldn't wait to ask Allen: "Can I still see my wife and children?"

"I'm sorry, your wife and children are not wizards. I don't think there is a chance to enter Hogwarts. I will leave soon and I don't have time to reunite you." Allen saw through his mind, and before Ai Wu Taylor Buddha asked and continued, "You can't become a ghost, but if you just try to appear in the world of mortals in the form of a soul instead of in a painting, I'm afraid you will soon be sucked away by the underworld. In a way that Gua can understand, your current memories and emotions don’t exist anymore.”

"They are not wizards." Aiu Taylor Buddha replied sadly but affirmatively. His eyes were filled with sadness and confusion. He would never see his wife and children again. They didn't know what kind of life they would lead. At least Duke William was very strict with his subordinates, but he didn't care about his own death on the battlefield. His knight family is much better than other nobles, and his son can at least inherit his knighthood when he becomes an adult...

But in the long years after that, I was only accompanied by endless concerns and longings.

Utel Buddha sighed, that's fine, even if we met, obviously this wizard would not leave his portrait to his wife and children, otherwise knowing his state and not being able to see each other at any time would only add to the sadness, Hopefully with time they won't be wallowing in the grief of losing themselves.

The red-haired knight was stunned for a long time before he realized that he saluted and thanked Allen. Although he didn't understand these things, at least he understood that his current situation was better than going to another world after dying directly.

Afterwards, Aiwu Taylor Buddha entered his body on the scroll according to the method Alan told him.

After carefully looking at the tree house in front of him for a moment, Aiwu Taylor Buddha pushed open the round door that was so green that it almost flowed out, and walked into the round, warmly furnished room. He looked curiously at the surrounding furnishings. It was a low-ceilinged room with a faint earthy fragrance, like a tunnel-like tubular hall, and the surrounding walls were all paneled. The floor is covered with tiles and carpets, and there are polished tables and chairs in the room, and many coat hooks are nailed around to receive the guests who come to visit. Through the round windows one can see the swaying grass and dandelions outside, as well as the interior of the office in the distance. There is polished copper in many places, and there are many plants hanging from the ceiling or placed on the window sills.

All the rooms on both sides of the corridor are kept on the same level, the wooden door on the right is closed tightly, and the movement of cooking inside can be heard on the left. After a few glances, I found that the wine cellar, pantry and kitchen are integrated into one In the room, the copper lamp on the wall emits warm light, making it look warm and peaceful. There is no one on the yellow and black chairs. It seems that he is the only guest in this tavern. The haired lady was watching him from behind the bar with a gentle smile.

This is Helga Hufflepuff, the owner of the tavern. She greeted Aiu Taylor Buddha friendly, "Welcome knight, what do you want to eat? You came a bit early, and there is no one at this time." Will come by the door."

The red-haired knight who still didn't understand how the shopkeeper visited in the portrait found that the shopkeeper was speaking with the Welsh accent of his family's hometown: "I didn't bring any money." Then, he reflexively said, Aiu Taylor's face was embarrassed,

He remembered that he was penniless, where would he have money to eat...

Helga Hufflepuff looked at his red hair and facial features, and asked softly, "So can you sing poetry? If you can, you can pay for your meal by singing."

"Of course, everyone in my family can sing. Before me, my ancestors were the court poets of the Duke of Norman." Aiu Taylor Buddha's vicissitudes of face, which had been baptized by the flames of war, showed a look of nostalgia. Without the invasion of war, then What a blissful time of peace and tranquility.

Thinking of his career as a court poet before becoming a knight, Aiu Taylor Buddha couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. It would be nice if he didn't have any daydreaming about becoming a knight.

"That's really great." Helga tilted his head, let Aiu Taylor find a place to sit down, and walked back to the back kitchen. Aiu Taylor sat on the sofa obediently, thinking about himself blankly mind.

When Hufflepuff came out again, Io Taylor Foo casually glanced at the food she brought over, and this glance focused his blank eyes, the appearance of the food - a mixture of fruit and oatmeal, so familiar ...

He couldn't wait to pick up a small silver spoon, scooped a piece into his mouth, the taste... He squinted his eyes, carefully feeling the familiar feeling on the bud, this is the recipe taste that only his family knows pudding! Thinking of the wizard just now who seemed to have nowhere to hide all his thoughts in front of him, he attributed all this to magic.

Aiwu Taylor Buddha chewed one bite at a time, and the warm pudding slipped into his stomach. This familiar taste and temperature seemed to heal the wounds of war and the pain of death. His endless thoughts and love for his family.

After eating up all the pudding, he half-lyed on the sofa and remained motionless. Those beautiful scenes with his family in the past passed from her heart one by one, and the corners of his mouth turned up. He felt very warm. A feeling of being warm and wrapped in happiness, this is the taste of home...

After a long time, Aiwu Taylor Buddha, who was relaxed and seemed to be alive again, stood up: "Thank you for your hospitality, let me sing you my favorite Irish folk song "In Memories", which is passed down by my ancestors. The traditional song that came down, we will sing it at Christmas time."

"Okay, okay," Hufflepuff directed a lute in the tavern and flew towards Iu Taylor Buddha, "There was once a poet who left a lute with me when he left. Jean, you can use it."

Aiwu Taylor Buddha picked up the piano, played a short piece of music, adjusted the sound of the piano, half-closed his eyes and tilted his head, as if immersed in good memories, and sang affectionately: "You call The white smoke is slowly riding the wind and disappearing into the floating clouds in the sky bit by bit..."