Chapter 12 is subtle

"Stay?" Lynch repeated with some confusion.

The mountains and rivers here are beautiful and heaven-given, but there is no nightingale in the imperial capital here, although the folk life here is not as simple as the imperial capital, but there is no unpredictable people in the imperial capital here, and white bones are buried everywhere.

What's more, no one here knows Lynch, and no one knows whether Lynch is the young master of the Earl's Court or a wanted criminal.

Staying, perhaps the most suitable choice for Lynch.

It's just as Lynch just said: people can't pursue beauty, who will bear the rest of the suffering, and beauty can be longed for but not sunk because of it.

Lynch was afraid that if he stayed, he would get used to it, get used to everything here, get used to his new identity, a farmer who only knew how to farm for food and clothing, so he was afraid, so he couldn't stay, but embarked on the road of no return to the dead city.

Besides, the carriage is still here.

"Yes, stay!" Ralph persuaded expectantly.

"No!" Lynch shook his head resolutely.

Ralph sighed, but didn't insist, and said with a little disappointment, "Okay then!"

"Thank you!" Lynch thanked, though he didn't know if he was thanking him for saving his life or if Sherralph hadn't forced him.

"You're welcome!" Ralph looked at Lynch kindly, as if he were looking at his own grandson, and did not make Lynch feel uncomfortable, this kind of gaze, Lynch is too familiar.

"By the way, what's your name, kid?" asked Ralph again.

"Lynch!"

"Oh, good name. ”

Lynch nodded and hummed lightly and said no more, in Lynch's opinion, there may be nothing wrong with this, but in the eyes of outsiders, it seems that Lynch is a little narcissistic, if someone else praises himself, that person will at least pretend to be modest for a while.

Looking at Lynch's performance again, it seems to give others a feeling: yes, I know.

Not even a thank you.

Ralph didn't speak, as if waiting for Lynch's next words, and when he couldn't wait for Lynch to speak, Ralph coughed dryly and said, "Kid, you're real." ”

Lynch nodded and mumbled.

Seeing this, Ralph suddenly felt the urge to vomit blood.

Ralph, who had lost interest in chatting with Lynch, held back the boiling blood in his chest and said, "Is the child tired?

Lynch nodded and hummed, looking at Ralph with a clear, tired look.

Ralph let out a long sigh of relief, soothing his rapidly beating heart, and Ralph, who was almost angry to death, said dryly, "Come with me." ”

When they arrived at a house at the far end of the yard, Lynch was standing in the doorway, and Ralph was tidying up inside.

Lynch wanted to help, but was stopped by Ralph pretending to be polite: "No, no, I'll do the dirty work." ”

Say so, but the movements of his men stopped, as if waiting for something?

"That's good!" Lynch said softly.

Ralph was devastated and had no choice but to clean up.

The house was quickly cleaned up, and after Ralph left, Lynch lay on the bed, the futon seemed to be new, and there was a sun-like warmth on his body, comfortable and without any smell.

If a tired person lies on such a bed, he can sleep quietly in less than a moment, but Lynch is so sleepy that he can't open his eyes, and he still can't fall asleep.

What comes to mind is the experiences of these days, as if they were just a dream and now just waking up.

Lynch, who still couldn't sleep, took out a ring from his arms, the ring was dark all over, and he couldn't tell what material it was made of, in this small mountain village, I am afraid that only Lynch knew that this was a space ring, and it was also the ring of the famous Hood.

Lynch, who was lying flat on the bed, held the ring and looked at it, but he couldn't see why, he was a magician, but he wouldn't be embarrassed if he didn't know how to use the space ring, he knew that there must be a lot of things in it, but what was the use of knowing.

Looking at it, I was in a trance, and I didn't know when I fell asleep again.

Maybe it was because he was overworked yesterday, and by the time Lynch woke up, it was the next morning, and I don't know if he was awakened by hunger or the smell of food coming from the window.

Lynch rubbed his belly, which made noises from time to time, limped out of the house, sniffed the fragrance and came to a kitchen that looked like a kitchen, the smoke was filled, spilling down the door, if it weren't for the flurry of coughs coming from the kitchen, it would be like a fairyland.

Lynch muttered if he wanted to help, and what could he do to help when he went in.

After thinking about it, he realized that he couldn't do anything substantial except take an extra puff of cooking smoke for Ralph, so Lynch turned around and left.

Ralph in the kitchen naturally noticed Lynch for a long time, and when he saw him stay for a while and leave, he suddenly became angry, and the spatula in his hand made a loud noise.

After a while, Ralph felt that the smoke seemed to be much lighter, and when he looked up, he saw that the chimney had been blocked by a few gangsters in the village a few days earlier, and listening to the strange footsteps coming from the roof, Ralph naturally guessed who did it.

Ralph, who was in a better mood, smiled and said to himself: I just said that this is a good boy.

And Lynch, who was sitting on the roof, looked at the morning sun and pondered, the thin back of the young man looked particularly lonely under the baptism of the morning sun, and the frowning Lynch was not thinking about the past, but thinking about the question of how the ladder would fall when he came up?

Seeing this, Ralph, who had made the meal, had a smile in his eyes, and laughed: "Child, the meal is ready, come down and eat." ”

Lynch silently pointed to the ladder that had fallen to the side, meaning that without the ladder, he couldn't go down.

As if he had seen something terrible, Ralph exclaimed, "Ahhhh ”

Seeing this, Lynch shouted urgently, "Don't!"

"Why not?" said Ralph, smirking.

Lynch came to his senses about Ralph's play, pursed his lips as if he didn't want to say anything more.

"Hey, it's just right that you don't come down, I exchanged the money from the sale of the carriage for some meat yesterday, and if you don't come, I'll eat it all myself." Ralph, who had erlang's legs crossed in the yard, smirked, and from time to time threw a piece of meat into his mouth.

Lynch, who was already hungry and panicked, saw it in his eyes, his brows were even more wrinkled, and what was even more excessive was that Ralph, who was so old and had a gray beard, actually chirped.

I saw the little yellow dog named Rhubarb wagging its tail at the foot of Ralph's legs, and from time to time it made a childish bark, and jumped up on its front feet to hold its master, and looked at Ralph beggingly.

"Yo, rhubarb wants to eat meat too. ”

"Wow!"

"Come, open your mouth. Ralph threw a slice into the dog's mouth as he spoke, smiling at Lynch.

Ralph eats meat, drinks wine, and then looks at Lynch, who seems to be not eating the fireworks of the world, and closes his eyes and refreshes his mind, as if he has found the joy of family.

Gobbling up a slice of rhubarb that wasn't quite enjoyable, and wagging his tail and pulling Ralph.

"If you still want to eat, you can invite your eldest brother down first. Ralph gestured to Lynch.

Lynch rolled his eyes at Ralph in disgust, stood up abruptly, and limped to the eaves.

Seeing this, Ralph said with a nervous face: "Child, don't don't ......"

Ralph walked towards the eaves as he spoke, and spread his hands to catch Lynch, but he didn't see that Lynch had the intention of jumping, as if he was afraid of hitting Ralph, so he moved his position again.

The houses in the mountain village are not high-repaired, and the ground is soft, as long as the posture is right, jumping will not hurt the muscles and bones, of course, this is not necessarily for adults, not necessarily for Lynch.

Ralph nervously followed Lynch's movements, lest Lynch accidentally fall down, and said, "Don't jump, kid, I'll get you a ladder." ”

"Good!" Lynch smiled in the same playful manner as Ralph had done earlier.

Ralph was so angry that he couldn't help but get a ladder, in case Lynch fell again, who would be expected to give him a pension.