The carriages of the "Flywheel" transport alliance have always been known for their smooth driving and comfortable carriages, but they are stuck in the carriage for most of the day, and the feeling of crampedness cannot be suppressed, and they are eager to emerge from every pore around you.

Therefore, every half day or so, the convoy always stops for passengers to relax, rest or eat.

"Allegri, how did you get the battle?" said Dios with a smile when he saw Allegri wandering around the carriage alone.

"Go!" Allegri waved his hand away.

"If you have a five-stringed instrument, I would like to play a song 'Moonlight Rose' for you to relieve the sadness in your heart......" Illo also leaned over, pretending to be helpless, "It's a pity that I only have a monochord." ”

"You still have musical instruments, why didn't I find them?" Dios looked at Illo, who was almost destitute.

"In the elven tribe, this is called the 'monochord'......" Illo tugged at the string of the longbow and said loudly, "Interested in experiencing it?"

"What are you going to experience?" Dios snorted and walked away, "Wait for me by the carriage, I'll go find some food." ”

"Lonely men and widows are in the same car, and you don't do anything?" Seeing that there was no one around, Illo smiled and leaned into Allegri's ear and whispered.

"Read a book. ”

"Amazing, Ah Xia Hui," Illo sighed in admiration, pointing to a noble son who had just gotten out of the car, and said mysteriously, "That guy, do you know what he did with his maid?"

Allegri shook his head.

"Tsk," Illo scoffed, "Looks like you're a fledgling, would you like to try my long-cherished 'Blue-spotted Silver Dragon Pollen'?"

Illo took out a small transparent medicine bottle from his bosom and shook it slightly, and the silver-blue powder suddenly swirled, glowing with a strange and charming brilliance. Illo smiled slightly, and flicked the cork on Allegri's nose.

A hot air swirled, and his whole body suddenly became hot, and Allegri couldn't help but exclaim,

"What's this weird thing?"

"Silver Dragon!Silver Dragon Flower!" Illo raised the bottle and sighed, accentuating the pronunciation of the word "silver", "Collected after decades of hard work, take a look, take a look, the price is cheap, the broken price is only 998, and the first aphrodisiac in the world will be taken home!"

"What are you holding?" Athea's sweet voice suddenly sounded, "Is it a potion?"

"Do you want it too—no, it's a potion," Illo, who was selling, suddenly shuddered and suddenly became confused, his mind turning sharply, "Yes, a very cherished body enhancement potion......"

"Oh, a potion to strengthen the body?" Althea reached out to take a look, but Allegri, who was snickering next to her, hurriedly took her hand,

"This potion only works for men, Athea. ”

"Yes, Allegri is right. Illo secretly wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and hid his right hand holding the medicine bottle behind him, not daring to let the little girl see it.

Suddenly, as soon as his hand was loosened, the medicine bottle was snatched by someone.

Looking up a little dazedly, Allegri and Althea were looking behind them blankly. He hurriedly turned his head.

Dios was holding a bag of food in his left hand, and with his right hand he had uncorked the bottle and poured all the powder into it with a big mouth.

"Potions that strengthen the body are precious, but I'm disrespectful," he laughed, slapped the empty medicine bottle into Illo's hand, and said with some confusion, "Isn't it just a bottle of medicinal powder, why is it like a hell?"

Althea was still lovingly dazed, still unfathomed to what was going on.

Allegri seemed to be holding back a smile, and the masseter muscles on his face were trembling.

Illo's expression was the strangest, as if he was surprised to the extreme, and as if he was extremely happy, mixed with a trace of inexplicable heartache, and his expression was rich to a new peak in his life.

He pointed at Dios, a little out of breath.

"That's, that's the dose of a dragon......"

Snowton, the capital of the Empire, Vanuna, the "Light and Dark Twins" meet again.

"It's you, Innedir. Silves sat in the secret room behind the church and saw the blonde-haired and white-robed Inedil walking in slowly.

"Long time no see, Silves," Innedil smiled, sitting across from him.

Both of them are the best talents of the new generation of the Church of Light, but the opportunities for cooperation are quite rare. One of them serves the light, the other walks the night, and the two playmates who grew up together have long since drifted apart on different paths. The aristocratic son of the year is now a black-robed hunter with bloody hands, and his childhood attendant is sitting in front of him in a white robe, shining brightly, like a god. The two of them sat together, and it was simply the strongest contrast between light and darkness.

"You should know everything about this mission, right?" said Silves.

"Didn't Your Excellency the Grand Inquisitor tell you yet?" said Innedir smiling again.

"She said that the connector would tell me the specific arrangements, and I only know a rough idea now. Although the sense of alienation between the two men is growing, Silves does not think the two will become enemies. After all, they used to be the best friends.

"Reach out. Innedir stretched out a slender and shiny finger, and a faint light condensed, swirling and twisting to form a strange imprint.

Silves also stretched out his fingers, his hands covered in calluses and scars. His fingers were aligned with Innedir, and the imprint of the light was transferred to his body in a flash.

Looking at Silves, who had just received the information and was digesting, so he looked a little sluggish, Innedil smiled slightly, made a strange handprint, and slowly retreated.

He walked out of the church, his eyes narrowed slightly in the strong sunlight, and the thumbnails of the entire city of Vanuna quietly appeared, and white points of light lit up one after another, the nearest one in the church behind him.

The seeds of light have been sown, and the glory of God will shine on the earth.

It was late at night, and after a change of horses at the transit station in the evening, the convoy still did not stop.

Dios lay limply in the middle of the carriage, gasping weakly, and the effects of the medicine finally wore off. Most of the days reminded him of the three years when he was tied to the door of the Cathedral of Cothia and was scorched by the flame of light day and night. It was a burning sensation.

"Dios, do you know what to say? You look like you've just been raped by a she-dragon. Allegri patted him on the forehead.

Dios's eyes glazed and silent were precisely the best footnotes to Allegri's words.

"How are you feeling?" asked Illo, who was rather upset, and asked softly.

Dios sniffled, raised his hand and blindfolded his eyes, before sighing,

"I'm so tired, I feel like I'll never love ...... again" (the first update, thank you for the 10 votes of the string for recommending, looking forward to everyone's reading)

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