The big and round apple is cut horizontally and vertically, divided into four neat petals, placed in a silver plate. Such simple and unpretentious knife skills, coupled with a calm expression, make the side try to

Gloria, who imitated the boss's wife and carved flowers on the flesh, pales in comparison. Seeing her sister's sweaty but careful appearance, Saint-Chariya couldn't help but remind her: "Don't use too much force, Gloria, be careful

Cut it to your hands.”

"Don't worry, Sister Xiaoxia, my hands are stable so I won't cut it...wow!"

The blade passed through her white and tender fingertips, but it scared the gray-haired girl out of a strange cry.

Listening to someone's disdainful sneer in his mind, looking at Saint Charia's helpless expression, Gloria's little face turned red, but she said stubbornly: "It's just one, uh, a small mistake."

That's it. It won't be next time, absolutely not!"

St. Charlie blinked: "Next time?"

"That's right, because this time has been completed!" Gloria proudly raised the apple in her hand: "Look, I carved a rose on the apple. How about it? Isn't it very beautiful? Xiao Xia

elder sister?"

St. Charlie looked at the apple in her hand and remained silent. In a sense, this thing has indeed become a work of art, but the style is relatively trendy, the appearance is a bit rich, and the temperament is quite abstract. She really wants to say

I ordered something to evaluate Gloria's works, but I realized that my vocabulary was so scarce that I could not describe one ten thousandth of it. After a little contemplation, Saint Charia picked up the fruit plate

, stuffed it into Gloria's hands and said as if nothing had happened: "Please send me the fruit plate, Gloria. Yes, let others appreciate your works too."

Huh?

Gloria's eyes lit up. This was a good idea. So she happily took the fruit plate and put her work on it. She also placed it in the center with great scheming. The most visually impactful one was

I hope everyone can see its uniqueness at a glance. I am deeply fascinated by Miss Gloria's artistic style and aesthetic ability. In this way, she will not waste her hard work - although she has only studied ten times.

Just a few minutes.

This proves that I am gifted!

Ignoring Bai Ye's sarcasm, Gloria held the fruit plate and hummed a small song, walked towards the front hall with great enthusiasm. When she reached the door, she happened to run into the sight of the young man. Her eyes lit up and she happily

He greeted, "Oh, Linger, are you back? It's just right, how about you? Do you want to try my skills and sister Xiaoxia?"

What is the skill of cutting fruit? I can do this kind of thing too!

Ling subconsciously waved her hand: "No, I'm in front... Um."

He wanted to say that I had eaten it before, but Gloria did not give him a chance to make a quibble. He directly picked up a cut apple from the fruit plate and stuffed it into the mouth of the young man. Linger was caught off guard and subconsciously realized that

He opened his mouth to take it, and the sweet flesh mixed with abundant juice instantly filled the young man's lips and teeth. This should be the fruit that the boss's wife used fairy magic to ripen. According to what she said, "This makes it more fairy-like."

As for what the flavor of the fairy tastes, Linge didn't know. With his current feeling, it should be sweet and sour, and a mellow fragrance that seemed to be fermented wine. The taste was indeed unique.

St. Charliea stood there, holding a kitchen knife. After seeing this scene, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. Bai Ye, who was watching the show in the consciousness space, couldn't help but feel a chill, as if something bad was about to happen.

At one moment, the shepherd girl noticed that the apple that Linge ate happened to be the one she had just cut. After eating, she also commented on "It tastes good". Her eyebrows stretched out again, and a shallow look on her face.

Smile.

The chills disappeared, as if they had never appeared before, Bai Ye couldn't touch his mind in the consciousness space. What's going on? It's obvious that my body was controlled by the little fool Gloria, why did I feel this kind of palpitations?

But Gloria is not affected at all? It can’t be just because she is a fool, right?

She guessed it right.

Gloria, who hadn't realized what was going on, was still showing off to Linger with a smile: "How about it, I'll just say, Sister Xiaoxia and I are invincible in craftsmanship! You missed it with such deliciousness.

Once, but not the second time?"

So, what does the skill of cutting fruit have to do with its taste? Could it be that you are a super chef who injects your emotions and skills into it when cutting fruits, and then you have completed this delicious and touching taste.

The golden fruit platter? But it doesn't shine as Alice said.

"Actually, I should have let you taste my proud work, but I still have to take it for others to appreciate, so you can wait first." Gloria shook her eyes at the young man again, without any slightest

The nun should have looked like: "Of course, if Metien and the others want to eat, you can only wait until the next time."

Why are you starting to play this set of great success? Isn’t that the bartender’s unique skill? And... Looking at the unrecognizable apple in the center of the fruit plate, Ringer sincerely hopes that Mettyn ​​and others will have a big appetite

, eat it, otherwise it will be your turn to face this postmodern art work that challenges the limits of human aesthetics.

Unfortunately, no matter how slandered Ringer and St. Charlie's hearts were, it could not affect Gloria's confidence in the work. Looking at her back leaving the kitchen happily, the young man couldn't help but shake his head slightly, feeling that Gloria was like this.

The character that came randomly seemed to be inconsistent with the identity. He was obviously a nun, but he did not look like a clergyman at all.

However, it may not be a good thing.

He withdrew his gaze and said to Saint Charlie: "Can you chat for a while? If you have any opinions, you need to discuss it with you."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Of course." The shepherd girl put down the scary kitchen knife in her hand and asked: "Is it about Mr. Carson and the Ashes Guerrilla?"

"kindness."

The young man nodded and then recounted the content of his conversation with Carson Borg, including the origin of Assyrian in Paradise, the suppression and persecution of the Goddess of Creation in the Eastern Continent, the defeat of Assyrian jihad and the defeat of the Assyrian jihad.

The rise of the New Rebel Army, and the most critical point: He wanted to prepare for future contacts with the Paradise Country Assyrian and the Goddess of Creation by supporting the ashes.

The reason, of course, was the same thing he said to Carson Borg: in order to fight the witch association, he needed to get help from Assyrian and the Creation Goddess Church in Paradise; in order to get their help, he had to improve his weight,

Occupy more voice; the reincarnation of the Seven Saints may be a bargaining chip, but it is hard to say whether the other party is willing to admit it. Since Solomon has paved the way for Ringer, no matter what kind of thought he is, at least

, Before finding a second suitable path, young people want to try to walk on this path.

"Ashes guerrillas are a very suitable object."

Linger argues: "As a leader, Carson Borg has strong beliefs and awareness, and is deeply trusted by his companions. His personal charm has enabled the ashes to grow into a team with self-discipline and firm will.

Like the Holy Savior Army led by Joan of Arc in the past, we do not need to worry about betrayal or deceitful cooperation with them; secondly, the ashes guerrillas have just experienced a painful failure, and at this time we lend a helping hand, and psychologically

It has an advantage; in addition to this, it is particularly important that the betrayal of the original night god, the god of Roglia, made the ashes guerrillas full of disgust and hatred for the local gods and traditional religious forces. Only they can accept the goddess's

Doctrine, even further absorbed as believers. If I leave Anthers, I don't know if I can find an equally suitable object elsewhere. And in fact, we don't need to pay too much to support the ashes.

If the price can be exchanged for extremely small sacrifices, there is no reason not to do it. From this point of view, cooperation with the ashes guerrillas is necessary and is beneficial to us."

Young people rarely publish long speeches, demonstrating the rationality of this matter from various angles. Anyone with basic rational logic has to deeply recognize it after listening to his discussion. But in this process, the saint

Xia Liya never said a word, but just looked at the young man in front of her with her beautiful golden eyes. But occasionally, a trace of confusion and hesitation flashed in her eyes, as if she was doubting the young man in front of her.

Is it Ringer, or is it quietly transferred by Rolena? It is actually a doll with Linger's appearance and voice?

Otherwise, how could I hear so many strange words from his words?

Betrayal, deception, cooperation, interests, sacrifice, rewards... and so on, it seems like there is a Libra in his heart. Different chips are placed on the Libra's pallet, and one side is "Guerrillas to the Ashes

Reach out a helping hand, while on the other side is the price that the ashes guerrillas can pay, their failures, their ideals, their beliefs and awareness, and even the fact that they have been betrayed by the gods and lost their faith, in the eyes of young people

Are they all bargaining chips that can calculate weight, and do they try hard to maintain a fragile balance in this scale?

But this shouldn't be the case.

In St. Charlie's impression, Ringer should never say such words.

so--

"Why lie, Ringer?" When the young man finally finished his long speech, Saint-Chariya responded with a brief and direct sentence, which was like a young swordsman stabbing in duel.

The young man caught him off guard and felt his heart suddenly tighten: "What did you say?"

"I'll ask you why you lie, Ringer." St. Charlie stared at him without retreating or turning his eyes away, as if I would keep staring if you didn't answer my questions.

The shepherd's eyes were as clear as if there was a power that penetrated the hearts of the people, which made the young man feel that he was almost transparent in front of her and could not hide any secrets. He suddenly felt guilty and even a little helpless, as if he was suddenly back.

When Mr. Yang Ke asked him, "Do you have no place to go?" Of course, he had no place to go, and could only wander in the streets and alleys of the city. Young boys had long been used to this kind of life, and

Others' criticism and ridicule were disdainful. However, when the man did not have any malice or any pity, and just asked him this question simply, he felt extremely ashamed and panicked in an instant.

As if something natural was suddenly broken, he realized for the first time that he was not living in a closed egg shell, but was associated with the sorrow and loneliness of the world.

How similar was the feeling at that time and now?

At that time, the stubborn boy told the man in front of him: "I just like someone more."

Now, the young man who was still a little stubborn in his bones told the girl in front of him: "I didn't lie."

He was stubborn: "This is indeed necessary for us, and I have already analyzed the interests of this very clearly, Saint Charlie..."

"But why don't you say that you chose to cooperate with the Ashes Guerrilla because you want to help them?" Saint Charlie took a step forward and approached Linger. Because of her height, she had to tiptoe and lean on her back.

Only by starting can you stare at the eyes that you want to escape, firmly freeze it in your own eyes, questioning or asking: "Why do you have to put forward those unworthy reasons? They are of course logical

, It is also in our current interests. But you did not decide to extend a helping hand to the ashes guerrillas because of the so-called interests, rewards and voices, right? Ling? You obviously saw Michi and Kadora playing

The happy smile on his face during the game was obviously admiring that Carson Borg would rather sacrifice his life than give up this race against time and gods, and clearly because he hoped that the career of the Ashes guerrillas would succeed from the bottom of his heart

, because you know better than anyone that even those who have lost their gods are qualified to be happy. You want to witness, support, and even want to promote such a future with your own hands, so you ask for cooperation to the other party, right?

”

"You are obviously kinder than anyone, gentler than anyone, and worthy of having a warm and bright heart than anyone..."

The girl stretched out her hand and gently pressed her palm to the young man's chest. She felt the touch of the fabric and skin that was close to her. The one was pounding because of tension and confusion, and perhaps because of the long-lost throbbing and desire.

The heart, between its pulse and breath, is looking for the beautiful qualities that a boy has since he has memory, and that he has not been understood by the world, but he insists on retaining, just like feeling the light of the sun, so warm.
Chapter completed!