Ringer did not lie, he did have other things to do, such as comforting two other girls who were in a state of depression, a certain Princess Bemang who did not want to be named, and a country man named Avion who also did not want to be named.
Village girl.
After learning about this, Saint Xalia did not ask him to stay, but before he left, she curiously asked: "What about Leticia?"
Leticia?
Ringer replied: "I think she is fine and does not need comfort."
Although this vampire girl lost her memory again on the night of the previous full moon, she soon met her "new friend" Metien at the banquet. After the Countess' deliberate matchmaking, the relationship between the two soon became like glue.
Getting close again, after all, the friendship between little girls is such a simple thing, not to mention Leticia has a natural affection for Metien for some reason, perhaps second only to her grandmother.
Losing memory will certainly lead to forgetting many happy things, but it will also forget many sad things. Therefore, Leticia forgot all about what happened that night, the story Fei Er told, and her identity as a young queen.
Now that she was clean, Neville, who didn't want her to be too burdened, deliberately concealed these things. She only told her that she left the Sicilia Peninsula this time to travel to a place far, far away.
The others are all traveling companions and trustworthy friends.
The vampire girl has always trusted her grandma unconditionally, and this time was no exception. So she didn't bother about why there were both humans and traveler elves, light elves and vanished feather elves on this island...
This kind of irrationality can be seen with the naked eye, but she devoted herself wholeheartedly to this trip, which was the first time in her life. She spent the whole day with her friend Metien and her friend Xie
Mi runs around the island, claiming to be exploring the island's secrets and looking for novel things.
The three of them played so crazy that Metien forgot about her studies. Finally, when the proprietress Siesta went into the pharmacy workshop to clean, she found that the tables, chairs, pharmaceutical tools, and bottles and jars on the shelves were all accumulated.
They were full of dust, and several herbal samples that Medien had dried and preserved by his own hands seemed to be showing signs of failure, so he reminded Medien, and also warned Semi and Leticia before they calmed down a bit.
In any case, Ringer couldn't see any signs of depression in Leticia, so naturally he didn't need to comfort her.
"Is that so?"
When Saint Xalia heard this, she showed a thoughtful expression.
"What are you thinking about?" Ringer always felt that there was something else in her words.
Saint Xalia opened her mouth slightly, and was about to tell Ringer her thoughts and ask for his opinion. But suddenly she seemed to remember something important, so she stopped here in time, and put the words that were swirling between her lips and teeth just now.
He took back his words, slowly shook his head and said: "It's nothing, Ringer."
She is really not the kind of person who can hide herself, and she can't cover up such an air of concealment. But fortunately, Ringer is not the kind of person who has to pursue everything to the end. He only deals with those things that are necessary.
He was interested in love, so he didn't take St. Shalia's concealment to heart. After saying goodbye to her, he turned and left the hill and walked towards the forest path leading to the flower field below.
Saint Xalia stood among the grass and flowers growing wildly all over the hills, quietly watching the young man's leaving figure. She didn't look back until she saw him disappearing behind an ancient and majestic oak tree, and then softly called to the young man.
The name of the sheep. When the lamb chasing the butterfly heard the call of its owner, it twisted its hoofs and ran back, not caring how many grass roots it trampled and how many fallen leaves it broke along the way.
It happily ran back to its owner. When it raised its head, its eyes were full of anticipation, as if to say: That annoying guy Ringer is finally gone. Do you have time to play with me now?
But unfortunately, Saint Xalia did not play with it, but stretched out her hand and touched its head, and said apologetically: "Sorry, little sheep, you go to play with Metien and the others. I want to play with it now."
If you go find someone, I probably won’t have time to play with you."
"Huh?" Xiaoyang tilted his head in confusion: Who are you looking for?
Saint Xalia couldn't help but smile, then slowly straightened up, looked up in the direction of the hotel, and whispered: "Leticia."
Ringer said that you must learn to make your own decisions.
So this time, let me decide what to do.
……
Linger didn't know that his words gave Saint Xalia a bold idea. At this time, he had left the leafy forest and came to the fields where primroses were in full bloom. On this island,
There are no distinctions between seasons, so these beautiful flowers from the Salia Fields can bloom as much as they want, showing their stunning posture that was once hailed by poets as the "miracle of seven colors".
Standing at the edge of the flower field, I saw pale pink, azure, dark purple, citrus... The colorful petals were picked up by a sudden strong wind, flying all over the sky, and then falling one after another, as if there was a gorgeous flower blossom.
The blurred rain of flowers and the fragrant fragrance are dense in the rain, which makes people deeply intoxicated.
An ancient windmill tower stood in the misty depths of the rain. It was as white as whitewash. The old windmill's wings slowly rotated in the wind, and the winch drove the rusty iron chain, creaking and groaning.
There are echoes from that era, and it is easy to recall the scene when the villagers of Avignon grinded grain and dried primroses under this windmill seven centuries ago. At a glance, the scene is as beautiful as a painting and a dream.
.
Normally, the flower field is always very lively. On the one hand, it is the flattest and most beautiful place on the entire island. Everyone likes to gather here to chat and play; on the other hand, it is also to accompany those who cannot get out of the windmill tower room.
Iyetta, let her no longer bear the intrusion of loneliness.
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Therefore, Metien would sometimes sit on the tree stump here to read and study, Xemmi would ride a lamb in the flower field to find the primrose of his choice, and Siesta or Shelia would often bring Iyeta snacks made by them.
or sewing clothes, Olvera would come here every few hours to check on the violet seeds she planted in her small garden, Saint Xalia would come over to chat with Ietta, and Alice would always
I like to occupy the angel's room to play games... There are also the chirping of birds, the chirping of insects, and even the panicked screams of squirrels or rabbits that accidentally come out of the woods and run into the flower fields, which surrounds me all the time.
In a lively atmosphere.
But this atmosphere has completely disappeared now. Standing on the ridge at the edge of the flower field, Linge looked around. Except for the primrose petals falling all over the sky, no one could be seen in his sight. There was a feeling of emptiness, loneliness and loneliness.
The aura of the air hangs over this place, causing the birds in the trees to be frightened away even if they want to land. The little beasts in the forest will be frightened away even if they want to play in the flower fields. There is no doubt that the source of this aura comes from
The interior of the windmill tower house.
As the owner of this flower field, apart from Ieta, there is probably no one else who can make such a huge change in the atmosphere here based on his own mood swings. Ietta uses his royal power [Great Wind] to protect him.
She cares about this empty island and all the creatures on it, so relatively speaking, her mood will also affect the state of the island, just like the sky above Ronin Rift Valley is always surrounded by a violent storm that no one can pass through.
The same thing is true, which is the scene caused by Ieta’s self-doubt, self-isolation and self-dislike.
So at least it should be said that compared to her in the past, the current Miss Angel is much more cheerful. At least, when she is in a bad mood, her ability will not affect the entire island, but only the windmill tower.
It’s just the flower field area where it is located.
In the past, Ringer thought that there was only budding spring, prosperous summer and dry autumn on Yunjingkong Island, but there was no cold and cold winter. But now it may be time to change the explanation: Angel's bad mood is the island.
A symbol of entering winter.
And the purpose of coming here is to let winter leave as soon as possible.
Ringer sighed quietly in his heart, and then took steps towards the windmill tower house in the deepest part of the flower field along a winding path trampled by humans.
The primroses all over the mountains and plains gradually submerged his back.