At that time, Will really felt like he had been discovered.

Although there are too many things that I can't understand and can't figure out, I really think he knows.

That guy, he knew he existed, he knew he was in this tree—that's what Will heard his subconscious tell him.

For he had just said something that he had said to him, and he was now using it to Lord Ryuke.

Did he know that he had just heard about the secrets of karma for men and women?

So, what will he do to himself?

Will tightened his lips and closed his eyes, nodded and shook his head.

Habitat ...... Alexander......

It turns out that he is Qijue? Alexander......

Or should we put it another way - perch? Alexander, it turned out to be him......

The original excitement subsided...... And those fears.

Will found himself suddenly wanting to laugh, and he wanted to laugh out loud.

Maybe there is such a person, who has only heard his name but has not seen him, is an unattainable myth in the eyes of everyone, and you always can't keep up with the topic and don't want to understand it, I don't understand why everyone has not seen it with their own eyes, but why it seems to be in it, and then you meet it one step earlier than anyone else, you are attracted, you are fascinated, you are wronged, you are hearty, you are willing to give up the crowding for this, and you have picked up a brave and rebellious confidence, but you are still the same you, able to tolerate the gossip of the world, and other people's dirt and stupidity, after meeting. You didn't lose, you gained a better you.

Turning around to an ending, you realize that the reason why the myth has survived to this day is because you need its blossoming flowers to be your destiny.

Will looked around, and the branches and leaves, which also exuded a faint green glow at night, seemed to be transparent, not only his body and mind, but all concealment seemed to be in vain.

But with such a feeling in his heart, it must be admitted that Will unexpectedly found that his fear and loss were much smaller than he had imagined when he was anxious.

Maybe I want to be discovered. And only by him.

And most importantly, in the current situation. As long as that guy doesn't poke his own words. It would be to the point where he didn't have to go head-to-head with him - Will thought it would be best, because he wanted to make the guy feel guilty for his bizarre disappearance, and he didn't have to suffer the pain of the collapse of his tear ducts in front of him.

If he allowed himself to show his cowardly side in front of him again, he would rather stay in this big tree forever, because he knew that he had no way to be strong at all. There's no way to do it the same way it used to be.

"Is that your final answer?" From under the tree came the voice of Lord Ryuki. The atmosphere between the two seemed to have fallen silent again. But I don't know what's wrong, Will feels much more dignified than just now.

"That's all I've had to answer."

"You're honest." Lord Ryuke suddenly gave such a conclusion, and it didn't sound like he was appreciating.

"There's no need for me to lie here, do I?" Qi Jue said with a faint smile. "Although God has given us the right to lie, it is not a right that does not matter the cost, I will not use it easily, I am afraid of trouble, you know."

"But that means you didn't doubt me."

"You're right this time, no doubt, but it's never trust either."

In the end, Will could only come to one conclusion, and that was that the relationship between the two guys was definitely worse than he could have imagined.

But the content of the conversation has rubbed off the spark like this, but the two of them still haven't directly torn their faces and fight, they can only say that there is something between the two of them that maintains this false peace existence, and there is no way for the two of them to control or even erase such things.

Whether he had no choice, or simply didn't want to, Will felt that he might never have a chance to know, but fortunately, he didn't really want to know.

He had more things he wanted to know, more urgent and important than anything else, and that more than offset the rest.

The two men under the tree were left with only a few words of difficulty and more depression...... Then he left.

I thought he would stay, but he didn't.

So can all these previous convictions be established?

Even if it were true, would it still make sense?

Meaning, what is sought, end it, restart it again.

Will knows what kind of person he is, he has something to ask for, but there is also a secondary, and he can do it without the secondary, although it is more difficult to get what he wants.

He has never been afraid of difficulty, he is afraid that he will be buried by regrets that are difficult to resolve.

Will knows very well that he can always do it, but behind it is a myriad of things that are going on.

He never went again...... The tree, the flask, and the pudding...... At first, I thought there would be an endless repetition, but it ended so hastily.

Those big men who always like to take advantage of themselves joked that he was back from the past, but he didn't know that he had ever left.

But every time he saw the big tree in the woods again when he was on patrol, every time he saw that special jam and wine pudding at the dinner table on Christmas Eve, whenever he saw someone reaching for a knife and fork to grab the star at the top of the cream Christmas tree next to the little Santa Claus on the cake, he still thought of that guy, that fantasy, that myth.

If you want to be presumptuous, you must refrain from it, although you understand this truth, but you are still tortured by repeated thinking to live to death.

Yes, we weren't able to say goodbye at that time, and now that I think about it, it's just that I'm too talkative, pessimistic, and self-deprecating. But what is this repetition that symbolizes thought? I can't find the truth that he didn't say goodbye, so I used the years of heat and magic to escape the subconscious preaching to myself, in fact, the concern that I couldn't let go of for a long time was not because of the chronic disease caused by sadness and weeping, but because he was unwilling to make everything a mystery.

It wasn't for the fact that he disappeared from the capricious truth, he had never wanted to know why he was in his world, and there was only one thing he wanted to know long ago—it was the secret of a tree.

It's not a triangular relationship, four corners or even five corners, if you can trade this eavesdropping memory that happened by chance, he doesn't hesitate to choose willing, and he will use his favorite pudding to show his heart, but I don't know if the person who made the transaction is willing to accept such unfairness.

I can feel it, although I don't know anything yet, but Will can vaguely feel the truth about the tree, and the value is immeasurable.

He didn't have a high IQ, but his instincts always allowed him to avoid calamity and casualties, which was a seemingly opportunistic cleverness, but it was also because of which he was still a little-known janitor at the castle of the Alexander family.

At the end of that night, Will thought, if we could see each other again from now on, that would be called Qijue? Will Alexander's "myth" still be willing to see and believe that his "false alarm" comes from the heart?

…… Now he is finally facing the real problem, but he is still embarrassed by the lack of a solution to the problem. (To be continued.) )