Don't get angry, don't yell at Charles, smile at you.

Giles tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, if he spoke now, Giles would definitely be scolding without manners, not to mention playing a kind elder in front of Charles, keeping a smile and nodding, and then turned around, his face turned into a ghost in an instant!

Mischa!

Charles felt even more guilty when he saw that Giles was not angry because of his refusal, and raised his hand to stop Giles, but he didn't know how to open his mouth when he stopped, so he could only put it down slowly.

"Charles, let's go. Seeing that the rented carriage had stopped at the school gate, Misha patted Charles on the shoulder and said. Misha was very happy about being able to make Giles feel unhappy, but after thinking about it, it was because she followed Charles to bring his father to justice, and Misha couldn't be happy, so she could only leave school first, and she had to face it sooner or later.

In the carriage, Charles relayed all kinds of interesting stories he heard from Valen to Misha, who listened to it to cover her mouth and smile, and at the same time told Charles a lot of stories she heard, including many real people and real stories, and Charles also listened to you with relish.

The time along the way is happy and short, it is the most relaxing time for Charles except for the time when he gets along with Valen, no! Maybe it is more relaxed than Valen and Misha, Misha knows all his secrets, tolerates all his sins, and is even willing to be his mother, in this world, there are only three people most important in Charles's heart, Giles, Misha, and Valen.

No, it should be four people, and there is a father who is about to be prosecuted according to the law······

Warren and his parents came to the entrance of the village, after all, they were returning to their hometown, and hundreds of villagers, old and young, stood at the door to welcome Warren's arrival.

"Oh!" this earth-shattering cheer came out from everyone, and Valen was taken aback by the enthusiasm of the whole village, and then showed a warm smile and hugged the villagers who squeezed up one by one, and all the villagers who were hugged shouted that there would be a good harvest today, as if they were crazy. But no one laughed at him, as everyone was.

The village chief personally received Valen, and paid out of his own pocket not only the wine that had been hidden in his cellar for twenty years, but also the old hen of his own house, to create the most sumptuous feast.

Although the things on the table are not delicacies, Valen is the happiest to eat, pushing glasses with fine wine, dancing with a group of villagers with local characteristics, feeling that the old life has returned.

"Valen, if you become a magician, will you be able to do magic, and put on a show for everyone. A villager proposed.

"Yes, put on a show!" the others coaxed, provoking a wave of displeasure from Valen's mother, whose son had just returned and had not yet rested to perform, twisting his father's waist and sulking.

"Okay! Show off!" Varun drank too much wine, seemed to be a little high, staggered to the outside of the house, didn't even need to take out his wand, raised his hand and chanted, and within ten seconds, a nearly ten-meter-long water came out, like a transparent python made of clear water, turned into a spiral from top to bottom, and surrounded Valen.

Level 2 water magic - trickle. It has no attack effect, and can provide a certain amount of water for the mage, reducing the consumption of mental power.

Accompanied by a burst of thunderous applause, the young man of Valen was even more vigorous, chanting again, and a water bomb in a few seconds was slapped in the faces of the villagers one by one by Walen's weakened strength, and they woke up well.

The villagers who were splashed with cold water were not only angry, but after waking up from the wine, they proudly said that they had been hit by magic, and everyone laughed, of course, there were many people who were envious and wanted to be hit by Valen's magic, but unfortunately, Valen came up because of the strength of the wine, lay on the ground and began to fall asleep, and no one could wake up.

They helped Valen back into the house and let him rest.

In the living room, the lights are bright, tearing and playing, all laughing, this banquet, drink until tomorrow!

When he came to the entrance of the village, Charles was inevitably a little homesick, and when Misha shook Charles, he walked in.

There seems to be no change in the village, the village entrance is still a big yellow dog, there is still a big pit on the right, because the villagers have not filled in the houses, and... It's only been a year, so what can change?

Charles calmed down and walked up to a villager, wasn't that Aggie?

"Aggie, are you alright?" greeted Charles with a smile.

"Charles, Charles, you're back!" said Aggie, who was visibly surprised, or perhaps panicked, or fearful, no matter what it was, there was absolutely no such thing as surprise.

The people around walked out because of Aggie's shouting, standing far away, looking at Charles and Misha, with that look in their eyes, as if they were looking at an anomaly.

Gradually, the whole village came to Charles, their eyes were so complicated, Charles couldn't see through the complexity, and he was afraid to see through it.

"Charles. An old man came out, Charles recognized, the old man's name was Wade, and he had played with Wade's grandfather when he was a child.

"How are you doing?" The old man's face was withered, his eyes were blurred by the weight of the years, and his voice was much hoarser than a year ago.

"I'm doing well, what about my father?" asked Charles, and the crowd was silent.

An ominous premonition came over Charles, and his voice became more and more urgent: "Where's my dad! Why didn't he come out!"

"Charles, don't get excited, I'll take you to your father's resting place first, and then explain it to you slowly. ”

"Boom!"

Charles's mind was like a muffled thunderbolt, shattering all of Charles's thinking ability, and for a while Charles became a puppet.

Misha was also shocked by the sudden news, and answered in place of Charles, helping Charles to follow behind the old man, and the villagers secretly looked at Misha, only feeling that they had never seen this beautiful person, but they didn't dare to come forward to say a word, after all, they were the ones who came with Charles.

It's still that mountain, it's still the nightmare environment that surrounds Charles, Charles woke up because of the extremely familiar environment around him, signaled Misha not to support himself and said sorry at the same time, silently following the old man, the snow-covered peaks are like a natural landscape painting, and the last stroke of the sun is so dazzling.

Wade stopped, there are two tombstones, how ironic, father, you are sleeping beside Kirkel.

Wade recounted the death of Inava.

A month ago, Yingawa's body was sent back, Wade inquired and learned that the price was suddenly too high when he sold the Qushi privately, which led to the buyer's disagreement after discussing in advance, and sold it to another person who needed the Qushi, and the subsequent matter was sent to the body without saying, but a few people could guess what the cause of death was.

The villagers sighed, but they didn't expect that Mr. Yingawa, who was kind and gentle in front of people, would actually sell Qushi privately, don't they know that Qushi is strictly controlled by the Empire? This kind of great rebellion that violates the laws of the empire spread quickly in this small village, and no one dared to approach Yingava's residence again, and the servants inside had long since fled, and now it has become an empty building.

Wade not only worships Kirkel, but also worships Inawa, no matter what happened before his death, death, then the things before his life have nothing to do with him, the dead are the greatest.

Wade left, Charles stood quietly in front of his father's tombstone, silent for a long time, Misha stayed by Charles's side, suppressing the tears that were about to flow.

"Misha-sensei, do you know why I was hit just now?" Charles seemed to ask, but Misha didn't answer, and listened quietly.

Charles continued: "It doesn't seem to be sad, it's like something that has always been thought to be there, it's like opening the drawer when I was at school, my class record should be there, and one day, when I open the drawer, my class record is gone, and the mood at that time must be not much different from now." ”

"Teacher Misha, in fact, I always thought that I really shouldn't have entered Nas Academy, so I might be condemned and scolded by everyone, and even have been living on the streets, hungry and cold, but I shouldn't be so tired at that time. ”

"Nope. Charles suddenly chuckled, "Maybe I was cynical at that time, lamenting the injustice of the world, and living with hatred every day, how can I make this clear." ”

"Teacher Misha. Charles cried out again, "I can't feel the slightest heartache about my father's death." ”

Charles turned to look at Misha, the tears on both sides of his eyes slid down his cheeks to the ground, smashed deep pits in the snow, and said softly: "But the tears in the corners of my eyes can't be stopped, my hot face hurts." ”

Misha choked silently, and hugged Charles tightly in her arms, at this moment all the words seemed so pale and weak, and the words of comfort seemed so ridiculous from her mouth, Misha asked Charles to get close to her, not wanting him to grieve alone.

Charles cried and fell asleep peacefully in the ice and snow, and Misha sat on the ground, hugged Charles in her arms, and gave him warmth.

As the sun set, the sky gradually darkened, the tears on Charles's face had already been wiped away by Misha, he opened his eyes, looked at the sleepy teacher Misha who had been nodding, showing a gentle smile, she really loved herself, hugged her own pair of jade hands, so cold, but still tight.

Mother, what a great noun.