The appearance of Cecilia's residence surprised Cyril. She originally thought that as the owner of the Deep Blue Realm, her residence in the Deep Blue Realm must be a very luxurious residence. Unexpectedly, she actually stood in front of Cecilia.
When I walked in front of Leah's residence, I discovered that it was just a simple log cabin.
Lao Jian's hardwood boards form the main structure of the wooden house. The construction process seems to be very rough. The walls made of several wooden boards are of different sizes and lengths. Even the windows are opened crookedly. Next to the wooden house is a small medicinal field.
Beautifully taken care of by Cecilia, the medicine field relies on a rough log cabin, but it reflects a style that is true to life.
"Isn't it strange?" Cecilia smiled gently, "The builder of this wooden house is the famous hero king Hercules. I have never been willing to demolish it."
Cyril was once again stunned. The more he came into contact with Cecilia, who was standing next to her, the more he felt that her past seemed to be covered with a veil and full of mystery. Cyril glanced at the masterpiece of the King of Heroes again before following
Cecilia walked into the cabin.
The furnishings in the wooden house are also very simple, which can even be described as rudimentary.
There was not much room to hold in the narrow space, and the only chair was placed by the window. Cecilia led Cyril to sit down by the bed.
"I haven't seen you yet, can you take off the mask?" Cecilia held Cyril's hand affectionately and said with a warm smile.
Although Cyril hesitated, he still took off his mask, and his short hair had touched her shoulders unconsciously. Perhaps because she had followed Aranza for too long, the wildness on her face had not faded much, and was replaced by the dormant look on her face.
A hint of softness under the fair skin.
"Very beautiful." Cecilia commented.
Cyril's face turned slightly red. She was not used to Cecilia's gentleness, so she decided to get to the point directly and said, "What do you want to tell me?"
"Of course it's about Aranza," Cecilia said with a smile, "When did you meet?"
Hearing this, Cyril told the story of how he met Aranza in Azshara's primeval forest. She no longer spoke fluently like when she first came out of the forest, but this was the first time she spoke so many words.
There are lags and blockages everywhere.
Cecilia was still listening patiently. When she finally heard from Cyril's words that the uncle in Cyril's words was actually the Thunder Wolf King Glasbane, she couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice: "Is that so? Grasbane.
Spane, is it okay?"
Even the exclamations were full of tenderness. Cyril discovered for the first time that there were people in the world who could be so gentle. Cecilia seemed to never be angry and was always gentle.
Cyril asked: "Do you know my uncle?"
Cecilia was not used to someone calling a wolf "uncle", but she still replied: "It was a long time ago. We once went to Azshara Primeval Forest for an adventure and met your uncle in the hinterland of the forest.
We had a fight with it...but in the end, we became friends."
"Okay, Cyril, I want to ask you something, can you promise me?" Cecilia suddenly said, changing the subject.
Cyril shook his head: "You must first tell me what it is."
Cecilia patted Cyril's head gently with her hand and said, "Of course it's Aranza's business."
Only then did Cyril nod and wait for Cecilia's next words.
Cecilia said softly: "I'm really sad that Jessie died. I watched her and Aranza grow up...but we can't always be immersed in pain, can we?"
Her voice suddenly became sad, and she continued: "I have lost Jiexi, and I can't lose Aranza again, so I want...please take good care of Aranza..."
This didn't seem to be a request. For Cyril, it was even a matter of course, so she nodded and agreed without thinking. But what Cecilia said next made Cyril's face instantly turn red from his neck to his neck.
Ears.
"Although Jiexi has left him, you have not, so I think... you can take over Jiexi's position and serve Aranza. This kid is always carefree, and no woman looks at him.
How can it be done..."
Cyril was no longer as confused as when she first came out of the forest. She finally understood Cecilia's words and couldn't help but interrupt her, hesitatingly saying: "You want me to be his woman...?"
"Since you like it, you should do it boldly!" Cecilia said without hesitation.
Cyril suddenly felt that her head was going to explode. She had never thought about what Cecilia said to her. She didn't know how to answer Cecilia's words for a while. She finally organized her thoughts and was about to speak. Ceci
But Leah was one step ahead of her and said: "Child, you don't have to deny it. At your age, you always don't want to tell each other what you are thinking..."
Cyril no longer knew what to say, so he could only listen stupidly.
Cecilia seemed to be lost in memories and talked about the past: "When I was your age, I also liked someone. You see, Aranza said he wanted you to be his guardian knight, so you followed him out of the forest.
.That person also threw a bait to me at that time, saying that he would make me the most prominent magician, so he tricked me out of the magic academy. Now that I think about it, I was just a trainee mage at that time. Where can I watch it?
There is no potential to become a magician...
Later... I actually became a magician and opened up this dark blue field... But after he helped me build this place, he left... He said that he had already helped me fulfill my wish and was not qualified.
Let me continue to follow him. Only then did I realize that I loved him deeply..."
Cecilia noticed her gaffe and hurriedly smiled to hide it.
Cyril asked: "The person you are talking about is the King of Heroes?"
Hearing this, Cecilia sighed and said bitterly: "After he left the Deep Blue Realm, we met again. He already had a child, Aranza. At that time, Aranza didn't have her own soul... and later...
, his good friend, Hel Essoln, came to me with Jessi and Aranza, and I learned the news of his death..."
At this time, the door of the wooden house was suddenly pushed open.
"Who?!" Cecilia shouted softly. This was a restricted area in the dark blue realm, and no one could come in. Cyril also cautiously reached his hand to his waist, and his fingertips touched the end of the handle of the day.
The door was pushed open completely.
The person who came had a face they were familiar with, but his hair was pale, hanging messily like the roots of a dying tree, clinging to his shoulders. He seemed to have stopped for a long time, and the armor on his body was covered with a layer of dust visible to the naked eye.
The blood stains and knife marks from the battle are slightly obscured.