But to be honest, why did he come all the way to Ireland, Kyogohiko himself didn't figure it out, anyway, he didn't have anything at hand to spare, so he set off directly as soon as his brain was hot.

Fortunately, Ireland had a good scenery, few people, and a large number of vast and vast moors were still glowing with vibrant green at the tail of this summer, and the sky seemed high and lonely, and the wind blew comfortably, so that he did not feel that he had done something stupid.

Kyogokuhiko found a stone and sat down to rest for a while, and by the way, he released Dilumudo, who had been locked up in the inherent barrier for almost a month.

Think of it as a surprise for your servants.

"Before you do it again next time, can you?" Dilumu stopped halfway through his words, and looked left and right in surprise, the smell of the wind was different from that of the past, but it also carried a sense of familiarity that made him want to cry, and the megalithic tomb by the river, he remembered many, many years ago, the priests would gather there to chant and pray, and on the winter solstice, the sun would penetrate the top of the tomb, illuminating the burial chamber, which had been dark all year round, and when he was a young man, he would sit on his adoptive father's shoulder, looking with fascination at the intricate and beautiful triptych of spirals on the bottom alcove.

"This is Brunabone," he muttered.

Brunabone, the legendary gateway to Newgrange, the abode of the gods, where Dilumudo spent his childhood, stood here again after many years, and many memories that he thought he had forgotten washed over his brain.

He still remembers the summer when he was barefoot in the river, the berries and the fat hares in the autumn, and the heavy snow in the winter, and then he and his half-brother nestled by the campfire in the hope of the spring hunt the following year.

It was the most carefree time in Dilumudo's life.

The wind blew through the still green fields, and most of the hares at the end of summer ate their meat reserves for the winter, and Kyogohiko smiled and said, "How about you shoot two rabbits?" ”

Yes, the reason why I came here so impulsively without thinking about it was to see the brilliance in Dilumudo's eyes at this time. Kyogokuhiko thought so, leaning against the stone and yawning lazily, "Otherwise, we won't have anything to eat tonight." ”

Dilumudo nodded and smiled, "I'm not very good at roasting rabbits. Having said that, he still happily carried the long. The gun took a step to chase the hare that was running fast in the field, and he was in a good mood, even though Brunabonne was no longer in sight of the gods, and the road to Newgrange was completely closed, but as long as the land was there, he felt an infinite power, as if all his worries and troubles had left him, as if he were still the immature child who lived under the protection of the gods.

Kyogokuhiko sat on the stone, watching Dilumudo step on the stone and jump over the river stream and burrow into the dense woods, the back of the knight was vigorous and brisk, Kyogokuhiko tilted his head and thought for a while, feeling that compared to the beast, Dilumudo at this time was more like a deer released into the jungle, with a natural wildness and aura.

A deer with golden eyes? He imagined it to himself, and laughed lowly, if there really was such a deer in the world, he would probably do anything to trap it in his own inherent enchantment. Let's play.

He was so stunned that he didn't notice that four small birds flew out of the tomb, and two of them cried out, "Come, come." The two cried out, "Go, go." The four birds lined up in a row, their little paws clutching a short bright yellow stalk. The gun, the system is simple, the barrel of the gun is engraved with a complex runi mantra, and the bird will be short. The gun was placed in front of Kyogokuhiko and surrounded him, "Come on, come on." "Gone, gone." It flew several times before he reflexively flew back to the dark burial chamber.

Kyogokuhiko didn't touch the short in front of him. The gun, this gun and the red that Dilumudo carried. The guns have subtle similarities, but they are not so similar, how to say, this handle is short. The gun feels even newer, not so much an antiquity from many years ago, but a new one that has just been forged in recent years. Military. Utensil.

After Dilumudo returned, he also agreed with Kyogokuhiko's speculation, "This is probably sent by my adoptive father. He shook the short in his hand. The gun, nimbly dancing out of a spear flower, he originally used the short. The gun was destroyed in a fight with a wild boar before his death, and the one that was a treasure was also broken by his own hands, so this one is supposed to be a martial artist recast by Angus after his death. When he noticed that his beloved adopted son was coming to the gate of God's kingdom, even though he could not leave Newgrange, he still sent his messenger to send condolences to his child.

The only trouble is that it's not the Phantasm's short. The gun could not be put away, so Dilumudo took a piece of cloth, which was still provided by Kyogokuhiko, ochre-colored silk, cut into long strips and wrapped in short. With the gun behind him, he picked up some firewood and formed a triangle, and carried the two rabbits he had brought back to the river to clean up.

With a small dagger given by Kyogokuhiko.

In addition to the rabbits, he also used large leaves as containers to pick many berries, which were still sour at the end of summer, but tasted just right for roasted meat.

Skillfully took out the internal organs of the prey and cleaned the abdominal cavity with water, and then stuffed the hare's belly with berries and herbs that he had brought back, and looked back at the scenery with his head tilted and looked left and right with a nonchalant expression, but the firewood in front of him was burning, and the curling white smoke exuded a strong smell of spices, which was not the smell that Dilumudo could exude from the wood that he picked up casually.

Holding the two rabbits on the fire and slowly turning, Dilumudo sat on the ground, squinting and laughing, "I used to play like this when I was a child. ”

"Huh?" Kyogokuhiko responded as if he had just come back to his senses, paused for a few seconds and said, "Are you here?" ”

"Ah, yes." Dilumudo stretched one leg and threw a piece of wood into the fire, crushing another berry and sucking the juice. Water drips on the meat, "I grew up here." ”

Berry juice. The water falls on the barbecue, with a strong smell of honey, the fire with precious spices jumps very vigorously, and the fat rabbit meat is roasted out of a drop of oil, splashing in the fire to make a sizzling sound, which belongs to the temptation of meat. The aura of confusion began to spread in the air, but it was a pity that the body formed by the spirit son could no longer feel the impatient mood of the youth.

Compared with Di Lu Muduo's calmness, on the contrary, Jing Jiyan seemed a little anxious, specifically expressing Xiàn complained several times that "it was really troublesome" and "slow death", and several times he stretched out his hand to make the fire a little bigger, and his toes swayed unconsciously, sitting on the ground Di Lu Mu Duo could see clearly, if you really want to compare it, it is estimated that it is like a lion who circles around its prey but can't eat it.

Laughing at his own brain supplement, Dilumudo pulled out the dagger hanging from his waist, cut off a piece of meat from the hare, and raised his hand to hand it to Kyogokuhiko, "Let's taste first." ”

"The sword before the emperor is punished." Kyogokuhiko snorted and held Dilumudo's hand, but instead of eating the meat inserted in the tip of the dagger, he turned his head sideways and bit the inside of Dilumudo's wrist, startling the person, "For your sake, I'll spare you once." He said this mutteredly, and his breath calmed down with a bite, and he bit the flesh from the dagger with Dilumudo's hand.

"Not bad." Kyogohiko commented, sliding down from the stone and sitting next to Dilumudo in a good mood, holding his chin and watching Dilumudo wipe the saliva he left on his wrist with interest, looking a little angry but helpless.

Dilumudo knew very well that it was useless to reason with Kyogokuhiko in this situation, so he simply gave up this idea, stared at the fire and acted as if nothing had happened, and left Kyogokuhiko aside in a grand manner.

This is the best way for him to deal with Kyogokuhiko's sudden bad taste.

Jing Jiyan was not angry, now this person was winning his favor, naturally he found it interesting to do anything, Di Lu Mu Duo ignored him and he didn't care, reached out and felt a gold armband to fiddle with it for a while, and buckled it in Di Lu Mu Duo's hand.

He wore a slightly looser armband, Dilumu Toast, which was made of gold but not cumbersome, and a thin layer raised only a little on the skin, making an intricate and delicate openwork pattern, and in the middle was filled with a red gem, like the shape of a teardrop.

"I think," Kyogokuhiko said in an ambiguous tone. He smiled and said, "Isn't this just a rose drooping and dew." ”

Di Lumudo didn't care what he was talking about, stared down at the armband and moved his arm, and found that the thin armband did not affect the normal movement of the arm, so he didn't care, just picked up a roasted rabbit and stuffed it in front of Kyogokuhiko, ready to block it with food. Shut his mouth.

Kyogokuhiko chuckled, pulled out a short dagger from his waist, took the rabbit in Dilumudo's hand and neatly separated the flesh and bones, and ate it with the tip of the dagger, without teasing it again. Dial Dilumudo.

If you go too far, it won't be fun, and it's fun to have a long stream.

The rabbit meat at the end of summer is fat and firm, soaked in berry flavor, with some thorns. The sweetness and sourness of the taste buds, the outer layer is roasted and fragrant, the smell of honey is locked in the gravy, and the spice smell in the fireworks is dyed with strange spiciness, and the excess oil in the meat is forced out by the firewood, and the rest is just right, not fatty, but not dry.

Kyogokuhiko dealt with a rabbit with great dignity, and the berries stuffed in the rabbit's belly were removed by him, and the berries that were soft and rotten were a ripe dark purple color, and the oil dissolved into the flesh instead of the juice, showing an unsightly paste.

Dilumudo threw the berries into the fire as fuel, leaning against the stones and watching the sun set on the other side of the wasteland.

Although the gates of the kingdom of God are closed, Brunabone still retains the remnants of the gods, and the travelers who stay on the edge of the megalithic tomb are protected from the cold, rain, insects and beasts by the gods of love and youth.

In the starry night, the bonfire reflected a bright side in the wasteland, at this time the weather was already a little cool, Kyogoku put on a thin cloak and lay on Dilumudo's lap, the stars fell into his eyes, this was the first time in his life to sleep in the wilderness so openly, there were no high beds and soft pillows, no delicacies, only a bonfire, and knights. Bangbang is actually not very comfortable big. legs, but unexpectedly felt a kind of satisfaction and relaxation, as if he had been looking forward to such a day, looking forward to countless hours.

Such a vast world, for some reason, it seems that they are the only ones left in a trance.

At this time, the chirping of insects and the singing of nightingales could still be heard in the wasteland not far away, and Dilumudo filled the bonfire with firewood, leaned against the stone and closed his eyes, he did not need to sleep, but here he felt a kind of tiredness, the tiredness that spread from the deepest part of his soul after the wandering of the wanderer and finally returned home.

"Sleep." In a daze, I heard Kyogokuhiko's voice, as if it came from a far, far away, Dilumu stretched his face, his body slackened and tilted his head, soul

He saw flowers blooming again before his eyes, and in the spring in Brunabone, near the megalithic tomb, there was a delicate little castle, which belonged to Angus, and the ash was tall and luxuriant, yes, this was the month of ash, and the priests sang and passed by the young Dilumudo, and greeted him with a smile, and beside the young man stood an even younger boy, with soft black hair and eyes of the same color, pure and harmless like fawn, and his hands clutched the corners of Dilumudo's clothes, Follow in his footsteps.

"Brother, brother!" The boy's voice was soft, "There's a guest coming!" ”

Indeed, in the twilight, a small group of less than ten people knocked on the door of Angus's residence.

"Lord Finn," Dilumudo muttered, but no one in this time and space could hear his hoarse voice.

Leading the team is none other than Finn, the head of the Knights of Fiona, a hero who has left many great feats in mythology, and a monarch that Dilumudo once admired.

Behind Finn is a middle-aged man with brown messy hair who looks rather unruly, and the people around him call him "Donne", and Dilumudo calls him his father.

Suddenly, Dilumudo realized what kind of past he had dreamed of.