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

The lights focused on the stage were dimmed. In the quiet darkness, golden light particles were quietly born.

The light that resembles the glow of a firefly is not dazzling, and even seems too gentle. Instead of the actors, they stood on the stage in the dark, following the beautiful swashes, appearing little by little in a clear but not too large font.

[Under the yellow pen nib. What is written is my silent love for you. 】

Quiet. silent. Everything in the world seems to be still at this moment. Only the light particles on the stage show the love words written by the poet back then, shining like star dust.

[This love is as beautiful as poetry. 】

The golden light particles fell a little. Continue writing on the next line.

[I burned myself like a fire. 】

Signed. Rozroltun Perrelet.

I silently watched the golden light drop the last stroke. Then it disappeared like sparks finally cold. The auditorium is very quiet. The crowd was silent for two or three seconds, and there was thunderous applause.

Snapped. Snapped. Snapped.

From the side, there was a slow applause peculiar to the elderly. Although the limbs were as heavy as lead-filled, out of courtesy to the actors, I still raised my hands and applauded.

to be honest. This is not a pleasant story.

Especially in knowing that this is a true story. And I am the granddaughter of that "girl".

There is no need to say much about Roz Roertun's writing, but under the beautiful packaging, its essence is tragic, and even makes people some inexplicable love stories. The reason why it can become a "masterpiece" admired by the mainland is because of the needs of those in power, the background of the times, and the legendary nature of its author.

But put aside these starkly profitable, rigid reasons. The true meaning of "Love, Fire and Poetry" is the true emotions it conveys.

sacrifice.

Dedication.

Humans can actually do for their beloved. Sacrifice to this extent.

The birth of the "Magic" triggered a century-long war against the plundering of the magic core. As a result, countless countries disappeared, and the fantasy species became extinct. The "evil" of mankind has been most manifested at this moment, and the unstoppable war has almost destroyed all our virtues.

Sin blinded the eyes, hatred and anger blocked the ears. People in **** cannot see the light beside them. Forget that even in the deepest desires, human nature still has virtues that cannot be ignored.

Then he wandered in **** forever unable to escape. It's like a "beast".

This is the most terrible ending.

The magic light turns on. Bright light flooded the entire auditorium at once. The students in costumes on the stage held hands and bowed to the audience. A few students holding flowers lightly jumped onto the stage and handed them flowers. It was no longer pain and tears that permeated their young faces, but contented joy.

But I can't laugh at it. The legendary Edward is still sitting next to me.

The seats in the auditorium are soft, but sitting motionless for two hours still makes my **** hurt. And just when I was holding the armrest, moving my body and looking to my side. The blond priest spoke before me.

"...It's finally over. The old man sitting over there, can you explain your origins."

The unwavering voice is low and low, mixed with a slight sleepiness. The rustling sound of cloth rubbing sounded abruptly beside him, followed by Adam's snoring.

The corners of my mouth twitched violently.

Even if I didn't look back, I knew it was Adam this **** who was stretching. What's up! Are you actually sleeping when my old lady is immersed in the sad love of the older generation! No wonder the whole process is so quiet!

"What a peculiar priest...or rather, without compassion? Haha."

The old man smiled elegantly, not looking upset. The bright lights of the lobby shone on him, dyeing his meticulous hair into pale gold.

After all, sixty is not an "old age" age. It's just that Edward's mouth-to-mouth "old man" coupled with his disdainful mannerism always gives people the feeling that he is so old that he might die safely at any time.

but. Look down on everything? An Ran died?

how is this possible.

The opposite of. He has a deep and terrible obsession. This obsession supported him to live every second, patiently and persistently to complete his plan step by step.

"The question about who am I... you can wait to ask your Royal Highness Gadrich."

Deep wrinkled eyes looked at me. I pressed the corners of my mouth tightly and looked back at him silently.

"After all, for the sake of Arnold, she is investigating like a vicious dog." Edward smiled, his voice admiring, "It's not easy for your age...or you are like the priest, Is the messenger of the goddess?"

I took a breath. The blonde priest's expression remained the same.

"...I changed my mind."

Adam seemed to chuckle. But the voice full of holiness still has no emotion. I turned my head to look at him with some suspicion, but saw him sitting in a chair, relaxed.

However.

"Grab you and ask slowly. If you don't want to speak, I happen to have friends who are good at this."

The words spoken from the population I was so familiar with were unfamiliar to cold words.

"...Adam?"

The body trembled slightly. I watched the incomparably handsome profile of the priest, and whispered in disbelief.

"Haha! The one you are talking about is the Ace Knight... Indeed. He also made us suffer a lot."

The audience stood up from the chairs one after another, and someone had already left the lobby. But Edward was still sitting in his place, laughing and talking with us like a small chat.

"But Father. You obviously have the strength that is not inferior to him, but you have never seen you show it...Let me guess. Is it because you, as a divine envoy, have divine constraints."

Adam did not reply.

Then he raised a hand. The splendid circular plane magic array unfolded in his hands. Golden spots of light appeared in the air. As if attracted, they rushed into the magical array that revolved around the sun and the moon.

There is almost no hesitation. I grabbed his hand abruptly and pressed it down hard.

The golden magical array that had lost the user's guidance shattered and turned into golden light spots. In the dissipated light, Adam raised his head and looked at me. Thin lips slightly open. He wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

And I was in his inorganic blue eyes. I saw myself panicked and scared.

"...Adam."

I was trembling and murmured his name in a low voice. If it weren't for me to hear it with my own ears. I would never believe that this humble voice that was almost praying came from my own mouth.

fear.

I know very well that Adam was constrained by the goddess. Although the content of restrictions is unclear. But as long as there is that terrible possibility, I must stop him.

Edward sitting in the innermost squinted at us, only chuckling, without saying a word. At this moment, three strangers in white robes stood beside us.

They didn't look at me and Adam. Then he said respectfully to Edward inside, "My Lord Pope."

The black eyes tightened. When I heard the other person's address to Edward, my body suddenly chilled.

"Oh... sorry. I kept you waiting for a long time."

Unlike me, Edward's voice was still smiling, "It's rare to meet a young man who can talk to. I can't help but chat for a while. Oh-Miss Trouble and the priest gave it up."

The guard in white gave us a look. Then he stepped aside and gave up his position.

Forty years ago, the blond boy who was as shy as a good old man... After all, did he become the bishop of Belluccis after forty years?

No. Or.

Edward Blouss. The real names of the teenagers who came to Baide to study forty years ago.

......Although unwilling. But now, apart from being quiet as nothing happened, nothing else can be done. Even if Adam had the ability to hit N and still imprison the strength of the leader of Blousis, the consequences would be disastrous.

The traumatized continent finally stabilized. The layout of the mainland has been completely divided. Once one party has an accident, the other two parties will extend a helping hand to maintain the balance of power in this continent.

"..."

Clenching his teeth. I supported the armrest of the chair and tried to get up from the chair.

"I told you not to cross your legs when you are sitting. Look, your legs are numb."

The blond priest stood up first. He said casually like this, stretched out his hand to embrace my waist, and embraced me who had almost fallen back into the chair.

"...You reminded me earlier. Now I have my legs numb, you just said."

The white robe is soft, and I can see the beautiful dark lines on the collar at such a close distance. I grinned. Leaning in Adam's arms. Responds like a usual casual chat.

The blond priest gave a cold snort, but did not let go. After a short while, the perception of my legs and the temperature of my body finally returned again, and I followed Adam out of the seat and stood on the empty road next to it. The guards only thought that I was waiting for the numbness of my legs to pass, not suspicious.

"Haha. The relationship between the two is really good."

The white-haired old man stood up, smiled and sighed again. He walked out of the seat indifferently, turned sideways surrounded by the white guards, and nodded to Adam and me. Then he walked towards the exit without reluctance.

"Goodbye if you are destined. Two people."

Amid the noisy voices in the lobby, he heard his meaningful voice.

Adam did not speak. The hand holding my waist was retracted back when I was able to stand on my own. And I was looking at Edward's far away back with a deep gaze.

At the entrance stood another white figure. Long hair like water, long white dress like moonlight. Surrounded by guards, Princess Bleusis, named "Axilain", waited by the door with a flat expression, after meeting Edward. Leave together.

Even though I watched him motionlessly. The blue eyes did not turn away for me that day.

"No wonder there are so many good men who like you and you are not moved. So you like women."

"Yes, neither sister nor Fiona are better than this group of horrible perverts... but it's a pity that I am straight."

I stared at fisheyes, and sneered at me with a mocking look. And just when I was about to leave along with the flow of people, there was a sudden sound of extreme panic and panic in the empty lobby.

"Are there any students who can first aid here!! Teacher Hardremer has fallen!"

The steps just taken stopped. With my back to the stage, I stood in place.

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Jiamei is really an ordinary person. It is not easy to be able to do this now.

After all, the opponent is the pope boss who has planned for 40 years. Jiamei is under great pressure.

Looking back, it feels like a world away, I can only sigh for the comments that Jiamei was weak in the previous period. As for the elder sister in order to consolidate the throne, she should indulge her as a waste.

I can only say that Gong Dou's set should not be brought into Western Fantasy. At least this one.

If you accidentally talk too much nonsense, treat it as my rare nonsense, I hope it doesn't cause the unpleasantness of true lovers.

ps. I know there are people who want to settle here because of the cold in the Western Fantasy Zone.

But don’t use my article as a template, He De, how can ==

Writing a essay still has to be happy and have love. Just like Gong Douhuo, I don't know how to write, I'm not that piece of material.