Chapter 257

"What's wrong?"

Haita said softly, worry almost overflowing from his words, "Your expression is a little ugly. Are you tired?"

He placed his hand on Fearon's head and stroked it gently.

Haita's hands looked thin due to lack of moisture. After all, Haita was no longer young.

However, feeling the movement of his hair and hands, Feilun calmed down quickly.

"No……"

Fearon shook his head, "It just... feels like I've had a long dream."

"A dream...it's really nice."

Haita smiled and said: "Dreams are the epitome of memories, the representation of something valued and cherished that cannot be abandoned."

His face showed nostalgia, "Go back to the past and continue the boring but laughter-filled journey with them... I always have such a dream."

"You will definitely be like me."

Haita looked at Feilun, his eyes unwavering, "Meet important partners, accumulate important memories... Finally, when parting comes, you have left many traces in this world."

"Simmel has done that...and I hope to do that."

Feilun's heart was touched by Haita's words, and his eyes slowly widened.

After taking a deep look at Phelan, Haita turned around and said something to Phelan.

"Let's go, it's time to go back to eat... Since you have completed the training to become an official magician, you must celebrate today."

When Fearon came to his senses, Haita had already walked a short distance.

Holding the staff tightly in his arms, Fearon took out his short legs and caught up with Haita.

"You can't drink, Lord Haita. Your health is getting worse. You must stay away from alcohol."

"Ha, ha, ha, you are so merciless. Since it is a celebration, how can we do without wine? At least let me drink a little this time. Just drinking a little wine should not cause any problems."

"Not at all. Please pay more attention to your body, Master Haita, otherwise I will be in a very difficult situation."

"Sigh...this is really...Phelan is really strict. It seems that if I want to drink again, I have to wait until I lie in the coffin and have the drink that others toast me in front of my grave."

456

Chapter 456: Shadow of Dream.

"...Erk...Hugh...Ke...get up..."

"Shutark...it's time to get up."

Someone seemed to be calling.

Shoetarke opened his eyes with some difficulty. When the light entered his eyes, they showed a dazzling white. It was not until his eyes adapted to the light that his brain began to understand the information received by his eyes.

The figure in front of him gradually became clearer.

It was a man who was at least eight times similar to Hugh Tucker, but slightly older than Hugh Tucker. His red hair was like a burning flame, and he looked a little unsmiling.

His figure is tall and slender, and his face is young and handsome. Just standing there quietly, he can give people the feeling of being tempered for many years.

When he saw the other party's figure, Shutarke's eyes were filled with confusion.

"Brother..."

The moment he heard Hugh Tucker's voice, Hugh Torz's eyes showed a trace of tenderness.

"It's time to get up, Hugh Tucker, today is your first time to go out with us to fight against monsters."

"Father finally agreed to this matter. If he is late, he will be disappointed."

Hugh Talk's eyes were still confused, as if he was trying to understand what Hugh Torz said.

This is Hugh Tucker's room.

There are some hard bed boards, marks on the walls, and an ax placed in the corner.

The surrounding environment was extremely familiar and unfamiliar to Hugh Tucker, making him feel very out of place.

However, after thinking about his extremely strict father, Hugh Tucker subconsciously planned to get up, but found that his body was as heavy as lead.

"Well..."

Hugh Tortz frowned slightly.

"Are your muscles sore? Maybe I shouldn't have let you train alone last night."

When Hugh Torz said this, Hugh Talk also touched his groggy head and remembered what he had experienced last night.

His brother Hugh Torz is the strongest warrior in the Warrior Village and is the pride of his father and even the whole village.

But he was regarded as a failure by the villagers. Although he practiced hard every day, he had never fought against a monster.

However, things finally turned around.

Just today, he will follow his brother to fight against monsters outside the village.

Because he was too nervous, he exercised for a long time in the backyard last night, and did not return to his room until he was exhausted and fell asleep.

"How about it? It won't affect the action, right?"

"Yes! No problem!"

Shutark jumped out of bed, his body strong enough to allow him to ignore this level of muscle soreness.

After all, if he couldn't even do this, he would have died in the battle with the enemy long ago.

'……strangeness? Why did I die in the battle? Isn't today my first time to fight monsters outside the village? ’

Hugh Tucker felt a sense of disobedience again.

While Hugh Talk was getting dressed, behind him, Hugh Torz had a pleased smile on his face.

"I'll wait for you outside. Come out and find me when you're ready."

With these words, Hugh Torz opened the door and left, closing the door behind him.

After getting dressed, washing up, and picking up his long-handled double-edged ax, Shoetark didn't waste much time in the whole process.

When he walked out of the house, Hugh Tucker saw his eldest brother's back at a glance.

That was the back figure that he had been looking up to, and it made him feel inferior every time he saw it.

But this time it's different.

Staring at that back figure, an indescribable emotion emerged from Shutarke's heart.

Regret, self-loathing, sadness, reluctance, pain...

At this time, Hugh Torz turned around, his stern face showing a trace of tenderness at the moment he saw Hugh Tucker.

"What's wrong? You don't look good. Should you take a rest?"

"No! No need..."

Huttark shook his head and refused.

"I...I don't want to miss this opportunity, I want to...fight with big brother!"

This comes from the deepest desire of the heart.

It seemed that if he didn't say this... he would never have such an opportunity again.

Hugh Talk almost shouted these words, and even Hugh Torz was stunned for a moment.

Immediately, the corners of Hugh Toltz's mouth raised slightly, as if he was happy for Hugh Talk.

"You also have the expression that a warrior would show, Shutark."

…

When Fulilian opened her eyes, she found that she was in a large sea of ​​flowers.

Before she could recover, one hand put a wreath on the top of her head.

Fulilian raised her eyes and met those blue eyes.

"Simmel..."

"It's very beautiful, Florian."

Simmel's eyes were slightly lowered, and there were incomprehensible emotions in his sparkling eyes.

At least, the former Fulian couldn't understand it... she had never even really looked at that look.

That look was very gentle...like the sunlight shining through the gap in the forest, or like the breeze blowing across the lake causing ripples.

Very gentle... but a little sad.

Haita and Aize had already burst into the sea of ​​flowers laughing, and Haita also made a garland and put it on Aize's head.

A rough old man with a beard wearing a wreath on his head looked a little disgusting.

It's so disgusting that it's hilarious.

Haita and Aize felt the same way, and they both giggled.

"You're smiling like a fool."

Fulilian complained without mercy, but there was also a slight smile on her lips.

Immediately, Fulian turned to look at Simmel.

"Simmel."

"Huh? What's wrong? Fulian."

Simmel's words were very soft and gentle...just like the him she remembered.

"Squat down, I have something for you."

Fulilian did not say what she wanted to give, and Simmel also did not ask, but smiled and knelt down on one knee in front of Fulilian.

It's like a prince making his only vow to his beloved princess under the witness of flying petals.

Fulilian was in a daze for a moment, then took out a garland and put it on Simmel's head.

The flowers that make up this wreath have a very beautiful name - Cang Yue grass.

"You said this is a kind of flower from your hometown. It is very beautiful. You hope you can show it to me one day."

At that time, Fulian's answer was "Let's take a look if you have the chance"...and then nothing happened.

It wasn't until Simmel passed away, until she wanted to understand human beings... that she recalled it.

"I really saw it, Simmel... just like you said, it's very beautiful."

"...It's really not like what you would say, Frillian."

Simmel stood up and looked at Fulilian with eyes filled with autumnal tenderness, "Will I be the person in the future that can make you change so much?"

Hearing this, Fulilian smiled.

"You have changed me a lot, Simmel."

"...That sounds really happy."

Touching his chin, Simmel asked again.

"Then... the sea of ​​flowers of Cang Yue grass you have seen, compared with me... which one is more beautiful?"

While posing, Simmel asked a rather narcissistic question.

"Well...I feel pretty much the same."

"Shouldn't you say I'm more beautiful at this time?"

…

A shout and a wail suddenly came from the pure white room.

"Doctor! You're hiding in my room again!"

"Whoa!"

The staff swung past her hair, making bursts of sound in the air.