This chapter is free!

I just got home, there is no change today, there is nothing to make up for, and I suddenly found that I wrote a Western fantasy about five years ago, in fact, because my work is code words (writing plans), so I used to write a lot of things when I was not busy, but they were all for self-entertainment.

Without further ado, send it up to the bigwigs to see how to pass the time:

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Untitled Western Fantasy

Text/Wu Wei

Chapter 1, Grill and Be Grilled

In what everyone calls the Far West, it is a barren place far from the city-state, where there are hundreds of tribes large and small. There are small tribes of a few thousand people, and there are large tribes of a million people. The Eagle Tribe is a tribe of 100,000 people who claim to be able to communicate with the power of the wind, and Horta is one of the three high priests of the tribe, and now he is looking at his blackened nephew who has been smoked by him with anxiety and sorrow.

"Don's nephew, uncle didn't mean it!" Horta's handsome face looked like he was about to cry. He had already found out an hour earlier that his nephew had been smoked to death.

"I just want to excite your soul so that you can communicate with the power of the wind......" he crouched down and held his head, "instead of trying to kill you with smoke!"

Don felt like he could hear the outside world, but he didn't understand who was talking for a moment, to be precise, all he heard was the sound of a chirping voice, and he didn't know what it meant. At this time, this smoked black Don is no longer the original soul of this body. Horta never imagined that he had killed the real Don and replaced him with a soul from Earth.

Don slowly opened his eyes and saw himself in a pungent smoky house, tied to a wooden rack, and a thin man in black squatting not far in front of him.

"I'm sorry," Horta said sadly, looking at the cold ground, "Don Jr...... I'm ashamed of your mother's entrustment, I'm too anxious......"

Tang Enben is a 21st century otaku, and when he was masturbating with a few fox friends and dog friends, he suddenly foamed at the mouth. He didn't expect to open it and find that he was being grilled, it was really a cycle of heavenly reason, and retribution was unpleasant. And the person in front of him, who seems to be immersed in grief, has a messy hairstyle that looks like a barbecue stall owner...... Still, I seem to have to call him uncle.

He found himself filled with memories from the body's original owner.

It's a medium-sized tribe, and its uncle Horta is the only relative, and his parents have long since "returned to nature" in the tribe's conquest - burp. He was sixteen years old, and had the handsomeness of Uncle Horta, but he did not have the gift of a priest to be a priest.

And the body is not up to the standards of a warrior either.

Priests and warriors are the main force in the tribe, and it is all up to them to hunt and plant, heal people, and defend against foreign enemies, so that the people of the tribe can eat and live.

The priests of the Eagle tribe can communicate the power of the wind and cast various spells related to the wind. Warriors, on the other hand, open the 'chakras' in their bodies through their own cultivation, so that energy can be stored in their bodies, and they have great power in their gestures.

"Even though you're good for nothing...... grieving the sad uncle said to himself, not noticing that Don had woken up, "at the age of sixteen you haven't become a warrior yet." Even if your soul is too weak, you can't become a priest. Even though people say you're a piece of garbage......"

Ahem, Don felt a little tightness in his chest.

However, he knew that Horta was telling the truth, that he was really useless, and that his uncle had performed many soul rituals on him, but to no avail.

"I've always wanted you to become a priest and inherit my priesthood, but your soul is too fragile to communicate with nature. Horta was immersed in the memories.

"In order to make your soul strong, I took the risk of dipping a soul stone into your soul this time. ”

Stuffing rocks in the head? This uncle has a great idea.

"But your soul seed has not yet been formed to become a priest. Is it true that fate is predestined as people say?"

Soul seed is a conventional term that refers to the criteria for becoming a priest.

The soul of ordinary people is a chaotic mass, shaped like a sea of fog, which is called the sea of souls. Only the powerful souls of the priests can absorb the elements of nature into the soul and form a seed through which the power of nature is communicated when casting spells.

How exactly the soul of the priest was formed, no one knows.

Many tribes will make the first-level ritual art public, so that everyone in the tribe has the opportunity to learn, and maybe they will meet good seedlings and become priests.

The Mangying Tribe had revealed a first-level ritual technique decades ago, the 'Hand of the Breeze', which could control the air within a certain range and form a breeze.

But in a tribe of 100,000 people, less than 200 people can master this spell and become first-class priests, and the high priests are only three. It can be seen that those who become priests are truly the darlings of fate.

And like the crazy uncle of Horta, he uses inexplicable smoking, to stimulate the soul, and uses strange 'stones' to integrate into the soul, in a vain attempt to make an unawakened person become a priest, Don has not heard of it before.

He suspected that this uncle had been trapped by his nephew's indistemper for a long time. It is likely that this is a ritual of his own invention, and a priest with great talent can create his own unique spells, but he can not create a ritual that does not exist? Don searched his memory and found that Uncle Horta performed no less than ten rituals on him, and he never repeated them, all of them were various rituals for the pleasure of torturing the body.

Don was furious in his heart. In addition to being handsome, fond of using analogies, and having a hairstyle like a barbecue stall owner, my first impression of this uncle was supplemented with 'crazy', 'fond of invention and creativity', and 'perverted human experimentation enthusiast'.

"My poor little Donne...... "Horta, touched by her own memory, cried, "are you just back to nature?

Looking at this uncle, Tang En didn't know how to speak for a while, his nephew was smoked to death, what's the use of beating his chest here, don't you want to use some method to rescue it?

"Knock knock!"

Horta grew agitated and began pounding the ground.

"It's all to blame on the damned Ruan, if it weren't for his son who injured you the year before last and caused your chakra to suffer heavy damage, at least you could have become a warrior!"

Ruan is another high priest of the tribe, and his son Rude is a gifted tribal warrior with a hobby of cultivation and fighting.

The vast majority of those who did not become priests could only become warriors by tapping into the energy of their bodies.

Priests fight by souls, while warriors rely on strength.

The warrior's strength comes from the chakras, which are located in the abdomen of the human body, and are said to be the source of the body's energy by the ancient tribal priests.

Through cultivation, energy can be gathered, increased, and penetrated throughout the body, so that the body has great strength. As for the position of Don's chakra, he was once injured by Rude with a short knife, although he was treated by Hota's spell, but because of the lack of good medicinal materials, there has always been a hidden danger and he cannot form a chakra.

Remembering Ruud's appearance at that time, Don couldn't help but be angry.

"I can't be a warrior, and I can't be a priest, is it my life...... That's right......"

Suddenly, a thought crossed Don's mind, Uncle Horta's 'desperate' ritual was not strictly speaking, because 'Don' did not die. On the other hand, if the ritual is successful, won't you be able to become a priest yourself?

Thinking of this, Tang En immediately used the method taught by his uncle to sink his consciousness into the sea of souls and check it at random, but there was only a chaotic mist in his eyes.

"Alas, the soul seed has still not been formed. ”

Donn was disappointed.

Exiting the Sea of Souls, Don saw his uncle, who was immersed in his own world, still pounding the ground to vent his emotions.

"This is my only relative in this world," Tang En, who carries the memories of this life, thought, "and my only reliance on nothing." ”

Seeing Horta's tearful snot staining her messy hair, and she was embarrassed, Don also felt that her nose was a little sour. Alas, blame yourself for being useless, making the high priest's uncle so miserable.

"Uncle. Donn's hoarse voice made a slightly choked sound. "I'm not dead yet. ”

Don subconsciously wanted to wipe away his uncle's tears, however, at this moment, a strange scene appeared, only to see Horta's chaotic hair parted from his face.

The handsome Horta stopped crying in disbelief when he heard Donn's words in grief, and then, as if in slow motion, he slowly looked up in Donn's direction. In shock, he didn't realize that there was an abrupt wind just now.

Because Tang En was tied to the 'barbecue grill', he couldn't move his hands and feet, so he subconsciously used the first-level ritual jurisprudence technique 'Breeze Hand', which he was familiar with.

"What did you use just now?" Don was stunned.

Horta, on the other hand, looked at Don dumbfounded, and it took a long time to react, and whispered, "Little Done......"

Chapter 2: The Rite of the Priesthood

"It was an accident," Horta looked at the nephew with a slight embarrassment. "Little Don, it's good that you're okay, you actually came back from the dead. Thanks to nature!"

The priests believe that their strength is given by nature, and most of them will sigh with emotion when they encounter any good thing. This sentence has no practical meaning, like thanking the state and CCTV.

"Why did you give up the treatment?" Don moved his hands and feet, suppressed his desire to complain, and just said:

"Uncle, I just fainted, and there was no big problem, but unfortunately after this ceremony, I still didn't seem to have formed a soul seed. ”

Tang En concealed the fact that he had just used the spell, he was not sure if his soul was in addition to some mutation, and he could cast a spell without a soul seed, which was unreasonable, maybe it was just his own hallucination. And even if he can really cast a spell, it is hard to guarantee that Horta, who knows that his soul is different, will suddenly invent another ritual to experiment with his soul.

"Anyway, little Donne, you're fine. Horta said, "When your Aunt Su Lu returns from the Savage Forest, I will ask him to help me perform a blood sacrifice ceremony for you to restore your chakras." Compared to transforming the soul, restoring the chakras can be successful as long as there is enough effort. ”

Don didn't know what the Blood Sacrifice Ritual was all about, but that didn't stop him from understanding what it meant. It seems that Uncle Horta wants to use a costly ritual to make himself a warrior. Su Lu, whom Horta was talking about, was one of the three high priests of the Mangying Tribe.

The people of the tribe divided the abilities of the priests according to their fighting abilities by comparing their strength with those of the animals:

Priest of the Wild Bull Realm, High Priest of the Lion and Tiger Realm, Natural Priest of the Giant Elephant Realm, and Legendary Priest of the Heavenly Dragon Realm.

The division of fighters is simply called: first-class warriors and second-class warriors......

Each realm of priests has three levels, the first to third levels are the Wild Bull Priests, and the fourth to sixth levels are the High Priests of the Lion and Tiger Realm. Each rank has a different costume, for example, the high priests' costumes will be printed with the image of the 'lion and tiger' and the image of the 'star'.

Horta is a fifth-level high priest with a black priestly robe with images of a lion fighting a tiger and embroidered with five six-pointed stars.

Tang En didn't dare to imagine what kind of 'blood sacrifice' and 'bloody' rituals he would experience in the future, but said:

"Uncle, I don't know what you're talking about, but I think it's very powerful. However, I'm afraid I'll have to take a shower first, and I'm still dizzy. ”

After taking a bath, Don looked at the bronze mirror, looked at the unfamiliar but handsome face in the mirror, and felt a lot of nostalgia for a while. He took a deep breath, left everything from his past life behind, sat upright and meditated, sinking his consciousness into the sea of souls.

The sea of souls still rolls with mist, and strange stones still stand in the ocean. This time, he had time to look at the stone carefully, and Tang En found that every once in a while, a trace of mist would come out of the stone, merging with the mist of his own sea of souls.

"This stone actually strengthens the soul," Don observed carefully for a while, and found that every time the mist emitted from the stone emitted from the stone, his soul strengthened a little.

Letting his consciousness go deep into the fog, Don suddenly found that there was a place where there was no fog.

What's going on? Is it a soul seed, ask for a seed!

Extending his consciousness to this open place, Don was pleasantly surprised to find that there was a slight breeze in the open place.

"Sure enough, I've really formed a soul seed. ”

Priests can only cast spells after they have formed a soul seed. The so-called soul seed is a trace of soul origin that can communicate with the power of nature. The wind in the soul is the source of the wind of communication.

So, the soul seed is the basis for the priest to cast spells.

With a thought in his mind, Don began to cast the Breeze Hand according to the Ritual Technique, and the wind in the soul seed swirled. At the same time, a light breeze suddenly blew in Donn's room.

Tang En patiently observed the changes in the sea of souls during the casting process, and found that after the spell was cast, the fog in his sea of souls had almost dissipated by half!

"Look at this, I can only cast the Breeze Hand three times at most. ”

Don knew that the power of the soul could be restored through meditation, and slowly immersed his consciousness in the sea of souls, and meditated according to the meditation method, and after about half an hour, the fog in the sea of souls returned to its previous level.

After determining that he could form a soul seed, Don found Horta.

"What, little Donne, do you want your uncle's priesthood?"

"Yes, uncle, although I cannot become a priest, I want to know the magic of priests. "Don knew that the Priesthood was the highest tribal text that every High Priest mastered, and they were the essence of the priestly knowledge that had been passed down for many years. The Priesthood is not an ordinary book, they often represent the means of pressing the bottom of the box for each priest, and all the priests will record their own mastery and self-created spells in the Priest's Codex to facilitate the study of the next priest.

Therefore, almost every powerful priest has a precious priesthood of his own.

Don didn't tell Horta that he had built the Soul Seed.

Although he inherited the memory of his body, he couldn't reveal his heart to anyone in this world, even his closest uncle.

He knew that the reason why he didn't tell Horta was not only because of the estrangement when he first came to this world, but more importantly, because Horta almost killed himself. Whether this was an accident or not, Don had to weigh it out.

Horta didn't dig into the meaning of Donn's actions, and in his opinion, this nephew, who was 'obedient' to him, would never deceive himself.

After a moment's thought, Horta took out a book from his study: 'Horta's Priesthood - Level 1 to Rank 3, Realm of the Wild Bull', and gave it to Donne.

"However, you can only be given the first three levels of rubbing, not the high priest's canon, that is your uncle's secret," Horta said bluntly, "each priest has his own secret. ”

Don nodded, he knew that his request was already excessive, so he was sincerely grateful, "Thank you, uncle, you are really my own uncle." ”

"Uncle?" Horta was stunned for a moment and said with a smile, "My brain is rotten, I was originally your uncle." ”

Next, Donn told Horta about his suspicions: he felt that the ritual skills of the Breeze's Hand were too weak.

"Do you think that the hand of the breeze can only blow fire for cooking?" said with a smile after the exchange between Horta and Donne, "Priests and warriors of the same rank, as long as the priests are not approached, they can be invincible. You don't yet understand the power of the priesthood. ”

"There's a couple of extended uses of the Breeze's Hand in there," Horta said, pointing to the Priest's Codex.

Don flipped through it and saw that it was all handwritten with a quill pen, and knew that it was Horta's own effort. Turning to 'Analysis and Expansion of the First-Level Spell Breeze Hand', Don saw that the outline briefly mentioned four expansion spells.

"Burst flames, use flint powder to explode in the compression of air, causing damage. ”

"Basic poisoning, using snake liquid to refine transparent poison and splash enemies through the hand of the breeze. ”

"The Song of the Steel Pine, using the hand of the breeze, launches the steel pine leaves in the snowy region as a hidden weapon. ”

"Pierce the eyeballs, keep the Breeze Hand within the reach of one finger, and damage the opponent's eyeballs when they are unsuspected. ”

"The first three were summed up by the previous priests of the tribe, and the eyeballs were created by my uncle," Horta smiled kindly.

Don thought to himself, "Uncle Horta is a very perverted human experimenter. ”

"It turns out that the priest is so powerful, I used to think that you had nothing to say except handsome, uncle, but today I found out that there is no deficiency under the fame. ”

"A first-level priest, you can cast two first-level spells, and then the sea of souls needs to be restored through meditation," Horta said, "I suggest you focus on learning to burst flames and pierce eyeballs. The former can disrupt the enemy and run away in the face of a siege, while the latter can often inflict heavy damage on fighters of higher rank than themselves when taken by surprise. As for being handsome or something, I know it. ”

"Okay, I'll learn these two," Donn didn't tell Horta that his soul could cast three spells at once.

"It's best if you're familiar with these spells, and you'll need to study the casting materials, and when you're fully able to parse the spell model, you can increase your casting speed. Against enemies, speed is life. ”

With that, Horta retrieved some spellcasting materials from the materials room and gave them to Donne, and gave him a dagger smeared with snake venom and a hollow ring that could be filled with flint powder.

Looking at Horta's tone, it was as if he knew that Don had formed a soul seed. However, Don is not thin-skinned, since his uncle does not break it, he will pretend to be stupid.

"Even if you don't need to use the ritual technique, these materials can be used for self-defense if you make good use of them. "During this time, I have to make a long trip, the situation of the tribe has not been quite right recently, maybe you will have to leave in the next two days, you have to take care of yourself." ”

"Uncle, what's wrong with the tribe?"

Chapter 3: Subel's Invitation

"Three people have died mysteriously," Horta said, "and the patriarch suspects assassination by another tribe or from the evil Holy See." And the dead are priests!"

"All the dead are priests?"

"Yes, they are all first-degree or second-degree priests, and their sea of souls has been hollowed out by a strange spell, and they must have been subjected to evil magic such as 'soul torture' before they died. ”

"Soul torture is a vicious evil technique against the soul that can scavenge a person's memory. The reason why it is evil is that unlike the 'Once Upon a Time in the Wind' of our tribal priests, the caster will die of soul disorder due to the erosion of the spell. "Anyway, be careful, don't drink too much when you go to Miss Belle's birthday party in the evening." ”

"Yes, uncle," Don left his uncle's courtyard in a mess and returned to his residence.

Miss Belle is the pearl of the patriarch Su Ze, and she is also the dream lover of the men in the tribe.

Thinking of Su Bei'er, a smile tugged at the corner of Don's mouth. There is no other reason, because 'Don' and Subel have been secretly in love for several years.

The reason why Rude, the son of the high priest Ruan, stabbed Don was because Rude had also been in love with Su Beier for a long time, but Su Beier 'fell in love with that little white face'.

"Dude, being handsome is different," Don said to himself in the mirror, "You can be on the list of Bai Fumei without any skills." ”

After practicing for several hours in a row, Tang En could only cast the 'Burst Flame' in a rusty way, but the others could not be used at all.

Through meditation, after Tang En let his soul recover, he packed up and rushed to the banquet under the leadership of the elven maid.

At the same time, the black-clad high priest Horta stood by the window, his lips silent for a moment, and a bamboo bird made of bamboo pieces flew into the night sky and disappeared.

Horta looked at the dark night sky, and said to himself or to the air:

"Heresy, it needs to be cleansed with blood......"

Until the butler's voice came downstairs, "Your Excellency, Miss Belle's banquet time is almost up. He went back to his study.

"Leopard print, short skirt, fresh ponytail, and impeccable face. Tang En looked at Su Bei'er from afar, and gave a fair evaluation in his heart. "The death hole of the otaku, the stunner that the obscene uncle and the little fresh Shota can't refuse. By the way, this is not called leopard print, this is really leopard skin. ”

"Donne," Subelle said briefly, standing in front of Done, smiling, "welcome." ”

"You're so beautiful tonight. Thank you nature!" Don had a particularly good impression of Su Bei'er because of his memory, and couldn't help but remind her to pay attention to safety. "Beware of people fishing in troubled waters. ”

Subel was already a second-degree priest.

But Su Beier was obviously mistaken, because at this time Ruud also rushed over. She thought that Don En was not at ease with Rude, so she smiled sweetly and motioned for Don En to go and sit down first.

Rude has a body as strong as a calf, and on the heart of his clothes, there are three reckless eagle shapes, indicating his cultivation as a level 3 warrior.

"Miss Belle, you are so enchanting that your heart beats like a lamb to a pack of wolves. ”

Rude, who was very arrogant, also held back a few words, wanting to show that he was a coarse and fine person through a lame metaphor.

"Rude, you're talking funny," Su Bei'er smiled faintly, and led Rude into the living room.

As the pearl of the patriarch Su Ze, Su Beier's birthday banquet invited important figures in the clan, or young talents. Immediately afterwards, several third-level priests arrived at the appointment, and two fourth-level warriors also rushed over in conversation and laughter. The two fifth-level high priests, Horta and Ruan, slowly came over at the end. Ruan had a muscular figure about the same size as Rudd, more like a warrior than a priest, and a broad face with a neatly trimmed beard.

Don looked at these people and found himself the most insignificant one. Presumably, if it weren't for the identity of the high priest's nephew, he would never have had the opportunity to enter such a place.

When the people were almost there, the patriarch Su Ze appeared in front of everyone and led everyone to the open-air garden decorated with many flowers, and two rows of tall copper oil lamps illuminated the garden at night.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Su Ze had a scholarly face, he pressed his arm and said, "Today is the sixteenth birthday of my daughter, Su Bei'er." Originally, a tribe like ours in the far west didn't have this kind of thing, and it was difficult for those of us who only knew how to fight and eat meat to understand what kind of banquets, balls, and drinking parties. It's just that in recent years, the tribe has been doing more and more business with the principalities in the hinterland of the Central Plains, and they have learned their tricks. ”

Beneath the exterior of his scholarly spirit is his poor vocabulary and inferior expressive skills. Don thought.

"I invite you to come here tonight, just eat and drink well, and please come and sit with me, Your Excellency the two high priests. The feast began, girls, boys, jumped. ”

The female elves, dressed in seductive services, began to dance and sing. The guests also found their seats to sit down, and the two high priests sat on the right and left hands of the patriarch.

All kinds of half-cooked barbecued meats, seasonal melons and fruits are served on plates.

Donne, who had experience in his previous life, felt that this so-called banquet was as simple as a dinner party for colleagues, so he found a place closer to the corner, sat down, and watched the female elf dance.

After the female elf danced, a few stubby dwarves banged and banged with strange percussion tunes, and then a few orcs performed wrestling, and everything in the otherworld made Don feel new.

Seeing that the guests in the audience toasted each other, but no one came to say hello to him, Tang En didn't care, he was happy, and he was still thinking about a few ritual tricks in his mind.

After a while, Ruud walked up to Donn.

"Donne," Ruud said, holding his clay cup, "you still like to dress up so much. ”

"It's hard to give up on being handsome," Don laughed, "I don't have much to say about this person except being handsome, and of course I prefer to show my only merit." ”

"You're self-aware," Ruud said as he approached Donne, unaware that Done's style of speech was different from what he used to do, and he pinched Donn's shoulder with one hand, leaned over his head and whispered in Donn's ear, "But, to be honest, you really don't deserve Belle." I wonder how Belle can have a crush on you?"

Lu An, who was in the distance, saw Rude's actions and frowned slightly.

"You're not Mangying, how do you know Mangying's thoughts?" Tang En borrowed Zifeiyu's statement, which made Rude unable to refute for a while.

"I wonder what you're going to do for Belle's birthday tonight?" Ruud changed the subject, "At Belle's banquet, the invited guests all have to put on a show. ”

Don was speechless for a moment, completely forgetting that there was such a thing. Belle did say it to Don the other day, but it was forgotten by Don now. What show, sing a happy birthday song, or recite a few lines of poetry?

Looking at Donn's appearance, Ruud smiled contemptuously and turned to leave.

"You said it earlier, why didn't you say it earlier, you said it early, you ......" Tang En muttered to himself with fruit wine in his stomach.

Chapter 4 What is ...... love

Su Beier toasted the guests one by one with the cups, and put Don in the last one. After saluting everyone, Su Beier paced in front of Don.

"Donn, what are you thinking? Have a drink, tonight, I'm an adult. ”

"I wish you good life and weather, and I wish you a happy birthday. Don resisted the urge to sing, read the lyrics, and said, "Belle, be careful lately, I heard my uncle say ......"

"I know," Su Bei'er smirked, "and besides that, don't you have anything else you want to ask me?"

"...... you" Looking at Subel's expression, Don realized that something was wrong, and he tried to search for the memory of the unlucky ghost.

......

Head bang.

A laughing memory came flooding back.

Don En shouted in his heart: Don No. 1, you proposed to Su Beier as early as last year today. And what Subel said at the time was 'I'll give you the answer today next year'. Big brother, how old are you? No knowledge, no culture, no car, no house, why are you in such a hurry to propose. Wait, look at the expression of the girl in front of you, it seems to ...... But that's not the problem. Try it before you talk.

Su Bei'er kept looking at Don and didn't speak.

It wasn't until Don's eyes came to his senses that Su Bei'er took a sip of wine, "Huh?"

"Life is always full of problems," Donn said with a melancholy face.

"Hmm. Su Bei'er stared intently into Don's eyes.

"So, that's ......," Donn looked around.

"Hmmm......"

"As the saying goes, there is an old saying that is good, the old saying is cloudy, and the saying goes......" Tang En muttered a few words silently, not knowing how to end it at all, and becoming more and more unconfident.

Looking at the eyes of this wonderful girl with hidden expectation, Tang En gritted his teeth and decided, thinking to himself, he should leave no regrets for the dead No. 1.

At least that person really loves the person in front of him.

"Belle, I asked you a question last year today. Now, at this moment, if you reject me. Then I am dead today. I will no longer be me. Don said these words only to him.

But Su Bei'er's understanding was different, her delicate body trembled, and her eyes were immediately covered with a layer of mist.

"Don, do you really think so?" Su Bei'er's eyes flashed, and her tone trembled a little, "Is there really a difference between life and death for you?"

"What...... Called...... Love?" Don Eun's handsome face was filled with divine light. "Perhaps, it's a promise of life and death!"

"Life and death...... Life and death," Su Bei'er lowered her head and read twice, then suddenly raised her head and looked into Tang En's eyes, tears directly across her cheeks, "Don En, I know that I didn't see the wrong person." ”

"Girl, you're still too young," Don said silently, but with a serious expression on his face, he nodded heavily, silent.

"In the name of nature," said Subel, "Donne, you are worthy of my life. ”

"You deserve it. Don answered in his heart.

"I told my father, but he didn't agree at first, because you have neither the body of a warrior nor the soul of a priest, and it seems that you will be ordinary for the rest of your life. But, through your eyes, I can see the integrity, goodness, purity and flawlessness of your soul. ”

Don En was taken aback by the words pure and flawless, girl, you don't understand the world of otaku.

"So," said Subel, "I finally convinced my father. ”

"Last year's question today, this year's today, my answer is: Done, I'm willing to marry you. ”

Su Ze, who was sitting on the main seat, picked up a glass of wine at this time and drank it by himself, with a trace of loneliness and relief in his eyes. Su Ze was a powerful fifth-level warrior, and if he wanted to listen to his surroundings, even the sound of falling leaves would not escape his ears.

On the other hand, Horta lowered his head, smiled and picked up a grape, and looked at it carefully, as if there was some secret on the grape.

Lu An, on the other hand, glanced up at Rude and lowered his eyes again, as if meditating.

"Thank you, Belle," Don didn't know whether he was happy or sad, "you made Don not die. ”

As the last elven archer's archery performance was over, Su Ze stood up and said:

"Ladies and gentlemen, according to the rules of the banquet invitation, every guest must come up with a program. Before that, though, let my beautiful daughter," Su Ze stretched out her hand in Su Bei'er's direction, "Miss Su Beier said a few words first. ”

Su Bei'er walked to the high platform, glanced at the guests, and finally fixed her eyes on Don En, as if what she said next was just to Don alone.

Don's idea of coming to the other world is low-key and hidden, but when Su Beier looks at it like this, he knows that his low-key idea may not have a chance.

"Thank you all for coming, sixteen years old is the beginning of a person's brilliant years, thanks to nature, people can enjoy happiness. Su Bei'er's voice was crisp and melodious, "I think people's happiness does not come from the so-called 'gods', nor from powerful forces, there is no 'god' in the world, and no matter how powerful the power is, it will eventually dissipate." True happiness is love from the heart. ”

"Tonight is a testimony of my rite of passage, and I have one more thing to announce. Speaking of this, she looked at her father, and Su Ze only nodded slightly. "This thing is that I, Subel, have already chosen a good life mate. ”

Rudd in the audience realized something at this time, looked at Subeier in disbelief, and then stared at Don with vicious eyes. Don only felt cold, and he glanced at Rudd, knowing that this stout warrior was already full of murderous intent towards him.

If he can stab himself first, he will not lack the courage to stab him a few more times.

"He's here tonight, he's ...... Dawn. ”

With the end of Su Beier's speech, there was a brief silence in the audience. Although many people know that Don and Belle have some relationships, as the daughter of the patriarch, she can choose a man who has no power. This is incredible for a tribe - especially a tribe that is often at war, where great power is what people admire, not wealth, looks, or whatever.

"The ignorant girl is obsessed with the appearance of a beautiful boy, and this is just the impulse of youth. "A lot of people think so.

"Perhaps this is some kind of priestly speculation by Horta!" some could not help but speculate.

In the brief silence, Su Ze was the first to applaud.

"Daughter, whatever you choose, your father will support you. ”

"Thank you," Su Bei'er's eyes welled up in tears for the second time tonight, she knew how difficult it was for the patriarch of a tribe to accept his daughter marrying a good-for-nothing person. And his wise father chose to support his daughter's choice. "Father. ”

Hearing the applause of the patriarch, everyone began to applaud at this time, even so, the applause was slightly sparse, and these applause was just looking at the faces of Su Ze and Huo Ta. At least Lu An and Rude did not express anything, and did not hide their dissatisfaction with Su Beier's choice of Don.

"Now, then," said Suze, "guys, bring out your own gadgets and make this night even more memorable." ”