Chapter 1947 Be Cruel

Good times are always short.

In a blink of an eye, dusk is approaching, and if the Elf Queen is not sent back to the palace, there will probably be chaos in the palace.

Before walking out of the forest, I let go of the Queen's hand, took a step respectfully away, stood beside her and leaned back, bowed slightly and said, "Your Majesty, please go first."

The Elf Queen stood there and looked at me quietly. After a while, she said: "Why don't you hold my hand anymore? Are you afraid?"

"Your Majesty is overly worried." I smiled and said, "I'm not afraid that others will know about my intimacy with Your Majesty, but I just don't want to shatter the illusion of the people of Moonlight City about the person they admire just yet."

"temporary?"

"Yes, for the time being," I said, "until a qualified candidate for queen appears."

Along the way, I always kept one step away from the Elf Queen. I stopped when I sent her into the garden in front of the palace.

The Elf Queen turned around: "Why don't you go in and sit for a while?"

Shaking my head, I said, "No, this is not my home."

"This is my home." The Elf Queen hesitated to speak.

"This is your home for the time being," I said, "but after many years, it will become someone else's home."

"What about my home?" asked the Elf Queen, "Where is my eternal home?"

"Here" I pointed to myself.

The Queen was slightly startled, then smiled, her smile as bright as a flower.

Home, backyard.

Mr. Taylor rarely drank. He sat on the recliner like an ordinary old man and looked at the darkening sky quietly.

The sky at this time was turbid, like a muddy puddle, like the old man's old turbid eyes at this time.

When the old man's eyes become cloudy, that's when the old man falls into deep thought.

Taylor, who was deep in thought, didn't like to be disturbed, so I climbed on Xiaozhi's back, folded my hands and put them behind his head, and looked up at the turbid sky.

I like to look up at the stars, they are beautiful, but this is the first time I have looked up at the turbid dusk quietly like this.

The turbid sky is just like my mood at the moment, which is messy but reluctant to clear it up.

The Fairy Queen's expression, Mr. Taylor's seriousness, Akahavi's worry, and the Fairy Queen's shyness, the scenes are all intertwined like a tangle, with the mind undisturbed but the mind confused.

As dusk passed and night fell, Taylor finally woke up from his meditation. He opened his mouth and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Wine."

Although the first thing the old man said was not calling my name, I still breathed a sigh of relief. If I don't call my name, just call me. As long as I can ask for wine, it means that the old man is in good spirits.

I quickly returned to the tree house and got a bottle of wine. When I passed by the hall, I was grabbed by Cagalli. She looked at Taylor a little worriedly and asked me, "Is Grandpa Taylor okay?"

"It's okay." I raised the bottle and shook it: "If you can ask for wine, it means that the old man is healthy."

"That's good." Cagalli breathed a sigh of relief, and everyone else also breathed a sigh of relief, except for the three little lolita who were playing happily in the corner, and Loki who was squatting aside and looking at Lily.

After a few sips of wine, the old man's expression and voice returned to normal.

"What were you thinking about just now?" I was so bored that I hugged my knees with my hands and asked while shaking.

"I'm thinking about the past," the old man said without hesitation: "Think about the companions who fought side by side, and then think about those tragic battles."

"That is to say, you are reminiscing about the past~"

"Time flies? Well, hehehe, time flies."

"Tell me about your story with the evil dragon." Looking at the night sky, I said, "You must have fought against that powerful monster."

Taylor rolled his eyes at me: "You bastard, when did you become so willing to listen to stories?"

"I have always liked listening to stories, but many of them are too fake to sound easy. Take the Evil Dragon Skull as an example. It had only been a few days since the news of the Evil Dragon Skull spread, and a bard wrote about it. This story about a hero fighting an evil dragon made me look confused."

The old man laughed.

"Actually, I can understand them. After all, troubadours are also human beings. They also have to eat, sleep, marry, and have children. To do this, they must have money. With the money provided by the state, they can only have enough food and clothing at best, but if they want to make a fortune, But it is impossible. In order for their wives to live a better life, they have to get some side jobs. This story is one of them. Especially the stories of legendary heroes are more popular among people. They usually eliminate disasters and eliminate evil spirits. It's easy to talk about bandits and the like, but this evil dragon is not a cabbage, how can it be encountered anytime and anywhere?"

"Evil dragons are not as rare as you think." The old man breathed out and said slowly: "Not only did it appear in the legendary heroic period, but Trika, Beatrice, and several of my companions also destroyed it once. .”

Hearing this, I instantly remembered what the evil dragon said before its soul left its skull. Could it be that the evil dragon really came to this continent more than once, and all used bodies of the same specifications?

"Do you still remember the location where you killed the evil dragon?" I asked hurriedly.

"Remember" Taylor glanced at me: "What are you going to do?"

"I want to see it."

"What are you looking at?"

"The remains of the evil dragon."

The old man hesitated for a moment and then agreed to my request.

At noon the next day, we set off lightly.

The old man was holding his featureless-looking short magic staff, while I was wearing mithril clothes, adamantine gauntlets, and two swords, one long and one short.

In addition to us, the Fairy Queen also came for the first time. Wearing a king's crown and holding a moonlight scepter, she floated in the air and boarded the airship with us.

After entering the room that belonged only to me, the Fairy Queen looked around and said, "Xiaoyi's life is more luxurious than mine!"

"Where is it?" I said hurriedly, "I owe it all to my adoptive father."

"You don't need to be so polite here," the Fairy Queen said, "Just call me Grandma, or just call me Queen Grandma as usual."

"Okay." I said bravely, "Grandma."

"This bastard still cares about what you did back then." Taylor turned to the Fairy Queen and smiled.

The Fairy Queen snorted: "You're just a woman, but I married Remy to you!"

"Just a woman?" Taylor shook his head and said, "Trica, if Beatrice is still alive, if she hears you say that, she will definitely fight with you."

The Fairy Queen snorted guiltily.

"Trika, women and men in love are the same. They are both stupid and very protective of their shortcomings. That's why the bastard hates you until now. Don't you have any intention of correcting yourself?"

"If I change, do you think Beatrice can live that long?" The Fairy Queen glared at Taylor and said bitterly: "If my heart is not cruel and cold, Beatrice will hate you and me for the rest of my life. of!"