Alan Cavo pushed open the door to his room, the flickering light of the fireplace casting a dark shadow on the floor.

"It didn't turn out like we wanted. ”

A voice came from the darkness.

"Yes, thank you for your help. Alan said angrily.

"I'm just telling the truth. ”

The half-elf priest stepped out of the shadows, pulling down his hood, his slender features like a cold statue in the firelight.

"Maybe you should be honest with him, too. He said, "That'...... The child is growing up, and he is only becoming more and more dangerous. ”

Alan shook his head and closed the door with his backhand: "Do you think he's going to change his mind because of this? That's Scott Christus, he's stubborn and won't listen to me." ”

"We can do it another way. The half-elf lowered his eyes, "Some may not be good enough...... But it's the right way. ”

"Yes, we do. "But that's a way to do it, isn't it? ”

"They are not. ”

"I know you're going to think it's silly, but I've been told that memories change the soul, and maybe eventually everything. Allen said, but it sounded like he was more trying to convince himself.

"If it is true as the gods say, a dragon may not have a soul at all. ”

"Then let's call it 'heart,' Keller Brian...... Hopefully, everything he remembers will soften a dragon's heart. ”

"What if you can't?"

"Then do what we have to do. This is our responsibility. There was bitterness in Alan's voice, if he hadn't given the egg to Scott in the first place......

The priest hung his head and stopped talking.

That autumn was the last time Iss saw adventurers gather at Chrysers Castle. Lydia was the only one who came alone, and Iss didn't know why she came, but she left so angry that Iss didn't even dare call her by name. He climbed onto the windowsill and watched through the glass as the mage's vague figure faded away, the cloak scattered in the snow like a burning black flame.

The woman who smiled lazily and sweetly was never seen again.

Iss misses those lively days, the thrilling stories told in front of the fireplace and the smiles on everyone's faces. But Scott has spent more time with him since then, and he doesn't seem to be as busy anymore. As much as Isse didn't like the occasional look of dismay, at least he was always there for him, and that was enough.

The winter of Is's seven-year-old seemed unusually cold. Isse wasn't afraid of the cold, at least not as much as he appeared, but he did like to use the cold weather as an excuse to snuggle up in Scott's bed.

He remembered waking up in the middle of the night that day, and he was alone in the bed. He sat up for a moment, then jumped out of bed barefoot and ran out the door.

There was a faint voice in the hallway, and that voice guided him to the room where Scott was. The room, which had not been used in years, was now packed, and people were talking quickly and quietly, coming in and out with anxious and fearful looks, and there was a fishy-sweet smell that made Iss feel hot and restless.

He cowered by the door and spied out, and it was a while before someone noticed him.

"Oh my God, Is, you shouldn't be here!" exclaimed Scott's maid, Leda, in a low voice, holding a large pile of towels in her hand.

"Is!" the brother walked over and picked him up.

Now he could see the people in the bed.

Alan Cavo lay motionless, blood spreading from his neck to his pillow, his face as pale as death. Next to him, Iss recognized the half-elven priest's long, silver-gray hair. He was growling in exasperation.

Scott touched Is's face, then wrapped his hands around his bare feet and whispered to him, "Shall I take you back to your room and stay there?"

His voice trembled slightly, as if he was afraid of something.

The boy nodded: "I can go back by myself." He said, "I know the way, I'll be fine, and Kavo will be fine, right?"

Scott hugged him hard and put him in Leda's hand.

Scott didn't return to his room that night.

Two days later, Iss met the half-elf priest, Calebrian, in his study. He huddled in a chair behind the heavy curtains with his cane, looking even thinner than Iss remembered.

The priest didn't seem to notice his presence, or was aware of it but didn't want to pay attention to it at all.

Iss hid behind the bench and watched him secretly for a long time, until the priest looked up, sighed, and beckoned to the boy.

"Come here. He said.

Isiyu hesitated and rubbed his hands behind his back. He didn't like the cold pastor very much, or rather, he was a little afraid of him.

The priest reached out and pulled back the curtains, the afternoon sun shining directly on the boy's face, making him squint and twist his head.

"Blue. He heard the pastor whisper and asked, "Are you seven years old?"

Iss nodded, writhing uneasily, he wanted to run away, but he always felt that the priest would be able to catch him.

“...... Do you like Scott?"

Iss nodded vigorously, earnestly—wasn't that a matter of course? he didn't know why the half-elves were asking this.

The half-elf stared at him silently, a look of sadness or boredom in his silver-gray eyes, almost the same color as his hair.

Then he shook his head and did not speak again, but just sat there silently, indifferently closing his eyes, looking like a statue of a grave covered with a thousand years of dust.

Iss held his breath and slipped out on tiptoe.

As soon as he went out, he ran wildly. Upon recognizing the familiar figure in the hallway, he immediately rushed over and jumped onto the other's back.

Scott reached out and grabbed the boy's arms and walked on, letting him dangle from his back.

"Where have you been?" he asked.

"Study. The priest was there. ”

Scott's footsteps paused, "How does he look?"

"I don't know. It's probably as weird as usual. The boy replied, kicking his brother's thigh in boredom.

"Don't say that, he's tired. You didn't bother him, did you?"

The boy shook his head vigorously, but he didn't say a word.

"How's Kavo?" he asked his brother.

He also ...... Alive. He'll be fine. Scott half-crouched, let the boy slide off his back, and pulled him in front of him: "Listen, I have something to do, can you go back to your room and play by yourself?" ”

He looked sad and tired, and his eyes were bloodshot. Isis nodded obediently. When he ran to the end of the hallway, he couldn't help but look back and see his brother still standing there, covering his face with one hand, as if he was crying.

The boy took a deep breath and suppressed the panic and uneasiness in his heart. At that moment, he wished that he was not a seven-year-old, powerless child, and that he would have enough strength to help the people he loved.

When Alan Cavo woke up, he was startled by the priest in the shadows beside his bedside.

He never wanted to see those humanoid shadows again, the embodiment of pure nightmares. He didn't know how he had survived, and the last scene in his memory was filled with endless anger and despair. For a moment he wished he was dead. If he had known from the beginning that he would pay such a price, he didn't know if he would have persevered so much.

The dark shadow beside the bed moved.

"I met the boy. Keller Brian said, "He looks good...... Maybe you're right. ”

The clumsy comfort that didn't suit him at all made the warrior laugh, but the half-elf's next sentence made the smile freeze on his face.

"And ...... I'm sorry I can't bring your right leg back to life. ”

Allen's breathing paused, he struggled half-up, glanced at where his right leg should be, the crippled shape protruding under the blanket made him stiffen in mid-air, and then fell heavily on the pillow.

"Hell, I'm wondering why I don't feel anything...... Can't you just talk about this first?"

"Would it be any different?"

Alan didn't answer, he stared exhaustively at the carved wood on the top of the bed, not wanting to say a word. Then he recognized the room.

"How did you get me here?"

"The teleportation array in the tower. ”

"Oh......" he had almost forgotten about that, "then...... It's all over?"

"I hope so. ”

That's not the answer I wanted to hear. ”

"No one can survive that situation, but now I can't be sure. The priest whispered, "I can apologize if ......"

"You told Scott?" Alan's voice gruffled interrupted the priest.

"Everything. Everything that has nothing to do with him. ”

"Maybe we'll be able to get Nia ...... back"

"Forget that, Alan Carvo. The priest's voice was as low as a whisper, but stern enough to be refused, "Forget that." ”

Once again, the suffocating silence fell like a black mist. The warrior lay on his bed in a daze, wondering how he had managed to get himself to such a situation. Of course, everything is his own choice.

Hell in it, Naria almost lost her father - after she had lost her mother.

"Okay, it, I'm going home. He said, "Don't come to me until the world falls into hell and burns to ashes." ”

"I can give you a ride. The pastor didn't seem surprised.

The warrior turned his head and glared at him, "I won't let you know where my family is, my daughter likes guys like you." ”

The priest chuckled lowly, "You will live well, Alan Carvo, until your temples are gray, and you will die." ”

“...... You know? I'm never going to trust you again. ”

qidian.

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