Chapter 665 In Memories
Aiutelefo was stunned for a moment after the soul gem was released. Allen sat back in his chair and told him roughly about his current situation and his relationship with his grandfather.
Aiutelefo touched his face with his hand, and the touch made him doubt whether he was really dead. Although he had been mentally prepared for this, when someone clearly told him that he was has died, and has become a soul state, and after death, a person does not go to see his own gods, nor does he fall into hell, but is turned into a portrait in a portrait by a wizard and continues to exist in this world. This makes He found it incredible.
Thinking of a possibility, he couldn't wait to ask Allen: "Can I still see my wife and children?"
"I'm sorry, but your wife and children are not wizards. I don't think they have a chance to enter Hogwarts. I will leave soon and don't have time to reunite you." Allen saw through his mind and didn't wait for Aiwu. Taylor asked and continued, "You can't become a ghost, but if you just try to appear in the mortal world as a soul instead of in a painting, I'm afraid you will be sucked away by the underworld soon. In that case...according to Ma The way Gua can understand it is that your current memories and emotions no longer exist."
"They are not wizards," Aiutelefo replied sadly but surely. His eyes were full of sadness and confusion. He would never see his wife and children again. They didn't know what kind of life they would live. At least, although Duke William was very strict with his subordinates, he was very strict with people like him who died on the battlefield. The knight family is much better than other nobles. His son can at least inherit his knighthood when he becomes an adult...
But in the long years that followed, I was only accompanied by endless care and longing.
Utelefo let out a long sigh, that's fine. Even if they meet, it is obvious that this wizard will not leave his portrait to his wife and children. Otherwise, knowing his condition and not being able to see each other at any time will only increase his sadness. Hopefully, as time goes by, they won't be immersed in the grief of losing themselves.
The red-haired knight was stunned for a long time before he reacted. He saluted and thanked Allen. Although he didn't understand these things, at least he understood that his current situation was better than dying and going to another world.
Afterwards, Aiutelefo followed the method that Allen told him and entered his body on the scroll.
After carefully looking at the treehouse in front of him for a moment, Aiutelefo pushed open the round door that was so green that it almost flowed out, and walked into the round, warmly decorated room. He looked at the surrounding furnishings curiously. It was a low-ceilinged room with a faint earthy fragrance, like a tunnel-like tubular hall, with wooden panels all around the walls. The floor is covered with tiles and carpets, and there are shiny tables and chairs in the room. There are many coat hooks nailed around to receive the guests who come to visit. Circular windows provide views of swaying grass and dandelions outside, as well as the office beyond. There are shiny copper decorations in many places, and there are many plants hanging from the ceiling or placed on the windowsill.
All the rooms on both sides of the corridor are on the same level. The wooden door on the right is closed tightly. On the left, you can hear the sound of cooking inside. After a quick glance, 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. At this time, a fat red man with a kind-hearted face appears. The haired lady looked at him from behind the bar with a gentle smile.
This was Helga Hufflepuff, the owner of the tavern. She greeted Aiutelefo in a friendly manner, "Welcome knight, what do you want to eat? You came a little early, there is no one at this time." Will come to visit."
The red-haired knight who still didn't understand why the portrait came to visit found that the female shopkeeper spoke with a Welsh accent from his family's hometown: "I didn't bring any money." Then, he said reflexively, Aiutelefo looked embarrassed, and he thought of his own I have no money, how can I 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 use singing to pay for your meals."
"Of course, everyone in my family can sing. Before me, my ancestors were all court poets of the Norman Dukes." Aiutelefo's cheeks that had been baptized by the flames of war showed a look of nostalgia. Without the invasion of war, that What a blissful time of peace and quiet.
Thinking about his career as a court poet before becoming a knight, Aiutelefo couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. It would have been better if he hadn't had any daydreams about becoming a knight.
"That's great." Helga tilted her head and asked Aiutelefo to find a place to sit down. She walked back to the kitchen. Aiutelefo sat on the sofa obediently, thinking blankly about herself. thoughts.
When Hufflepuff came out again, Audemars Piguet casually glanced at the food she brought. This glance made his blank eyes focus. The appearance of the food - a mixture of fruit and oatmeal porridge, was so familiar. …
He couldn't wait to pick up a small silver spoon, scooped out a piece and put it into his mouth. The taste... He squinted his eyes and carefully felt the familiar feeling on the bud. This was a recipe and taste that only his family knew. pudding! Thinking of the wizard just now who seemed to have all his thoughts hidden in front of him, he attributed it all to magic.
Aiutelefo chewed bite after bite, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net The warm pudding slid into his stomach. The familiar taste and temperature seemed to soothe the trauma caused to him by the war and the pain caused by death. The pain he suffered also alleviated his infinite longing and attachment to his family.
After eating all the pudding, he lay motionless on the sofa. The beautiful scenes of getting along with his family in the past flashed through her heart one by one. The corners of his mouth could not help but turn up. He felt very warm, and there was a feeling. A feeling of warmth and happiness all over the body, this is the taste of home...
After a long time, Aiutelefo, who was relaxed and seemed to be alive again, stood up: "Thank you for your hospitality, let me sing for you one of my favorite Irish folk songs, "In Memory", which is passed down by my ancestors. It’s a traditional piece that we sing at Christmas time.”
"Okay, okay," Hufflepuff directed a lute in the tavern to fly towards Aiutelefo, "There once was a poet who left a lute with me when he left. Jean, you can use it."
Aiutelefo picked up the piano and played a short piece of music. After adjusting the sound of the piano, he half-closed his eyes and tilted his head, as if immersed in beautiful memories, and sang affectionately: "You are breathing The white smoke is slowly riding on the wind at this moment, disappearing into the floating clouds in the sky bit by bit..."