Geert's mouth opened wide, and the corners of his eyes drooped until they were connected with the upturned corners of his mouth. The laughter coming from his throat was huge and hoarse... He was really convinced. Ordinary people couldn't laugh for so long.
"Boss is awake! Boss is awake..." The short Wadi put his hands on Wen's neck and shook him excitedly, not caring at all whether Wen could bear it.
Poor Wen is almost foaming at the mouth...
Feilin still wiped my forehead with a towel, but this time, she burst into tears.
After I fainted while treating Bai Ying, Lei started to use dragon magic to treat me. Speaking of which, the dragon's magic is really wonderful, and it actually brought me back from the edge of death. But the dragons are really weird, they are
A magic genius, but unable to do anything about a small injury. Maybe this is the price of outstanding magic!
"Please, don't laugh anymore..." A strange voice came to my ears, feebly, "I'm going crazy..."
What about the stranger next to me? I turned around and saw that it was the guy named Fichet!
"That's it, Cohen." Feline explained to me, "You fainted, but the white dragon was saved by you. So Ray said that Fishette didn't need to die, our magician revived him. But no
There are other carriages, so I can only put them here."
"Oh, then you have to pay me for shipping!" I said, "Fichet, why did you kill the dragon?"
"I think..." Fichet was very embarrassed, "I want to use the dragon's white skin to make a robe for my father..."
"I see..." I turned my head, "But dragons are also thinking beings. Don't you care at all?"
"Luman told me that dragons are evil," Fichet said, "and gave me the dragon-slaying sword."
"Luman? Left Prime Minister?" I fell into thought...
After two days on the plain, we were about to part ways with the dragon.
"Remember, he lost a lot of blood. So he needs to eat more fruits and protein-rich things...Don't drink too much water. You can't do strenuous activities..."
"Protein?" Ray's eyes were in a daze...
"It's just eggs and beans." I guess, although dragons are very smart, they don't understand this either...
"Oh! I understand." Lei nodded and began to explain the medical instructions to Feilin and Wensley. "Cohen's internal injuries are almost healed, but he can't move yet. Everything depends on his body's recovery.
It depends on his condition. I think his body will slowly recover in a few days... Oh, this is for you."
Ray hung a silver necklace around my neck.
"Sir." Uncle Maize was full of energy. "Let's go there now!"
"Go back to the Holy City! Let's make dad happy!"
The dragons soared into the sky, hovered above the convoy a few times, and then flew westward...
"The convoy sets off...the target is the Holy City!" Uncle Maize's voice was loud and clear!
Along the way, everyone started to laugh and play again. Fichet was the worst. On the one hand, some people felt that he was deceived into killing the dragon. He was not a villain but also a fool. On the other hand, some people felt that if it weren't for him, I wouldn't be either.
May be rescued. Well, it would be more appropriate to say mutual rescue. Therefore, Fichet received special hospitality along the way...
I can now move my hands slightly, and my mood is becoming more and more refreshing. I often chat with Fichet after stopping his brothers from abusing him, and slowly I find that this guy has a pretty smart head. He can actually keep up with me.
, although I couldn’t possibly tell him anything about airplanes, cannons, etc., but it was quite remarkable that he could keep up with my jumping thoughts and carefully consider the philosophy I spoke of.
"What you're talking about... seems to make sense. But can you guarantee that the people who supervise you have the necessary qualities?" Fichet frowned and said.
"So we must first implement education, education for all."
"Education for all? Talk about it!"
"There is essentially no difference between nobles and commoners, human races and alien races." I looked at the white clouds in the sky and considered my words. "The difference is that only nobles have the right to education. But civilians do not, so the nobles are becoming more and more arrogant.
The common people are becoming more and more inferior to themselves. The human race is becoming more and more arrogant, and the foreign races are becoming more and more barbaric. If this continues, the world will only become more and more chaotic..."
"Stop!" Fichet raised his hand, closed his eyes and thought for a while before nodding for me to continue.
"Think about the rebellions and wars every year. How much does it cost? If this money is spent on education, not only can conflicts be resolved, but more importantly, talents can be discovered and used to create greater wealth!"
"Talent? We nobles have it."
"In a country, how many nobles are there? How many are civilians? Since you have such a small number of nobles, you can produce talents. What about the civilians? How many talents are there? They are all wasted..." I raised my head a little higher and let myself lie down.
It's more comfortable, "There is no such thing as a general..."
"I..." Fichet's lips turned white, "I want to drink water..."
Although he was completely shocked by my words and opinions, once I explained the truth to him, he did not insist on trying to get into trouble.
Seeing me leaning against the carriage and waving, my father's gray eyes suddenly regained their vitality. He laughed loudly and slapped the unlucky man next to him wearing a black mage's robe down the steps.
"Visu Keda!" The unfortunate guy wiped his nosebleed, "You will pay the price!"
"Haha! Cohen." The father didn't care, "Come and meet your Uncle Wilbur!"
"Uncle Wilbur?" I looked at Wilbur who was covered in dust, "Great magician?"
"Yes! Your Uncle Wilbur came over when he heard the news that you were injured, and was about to chase you, but who knew you would come back!"
"Oh!" I pointed at Fichet and said, "Dad, I picked this up on the road..."
"Huh?" Dad looked over and said, "Fixie...te?"
In the afternoon, Fichet and I were lying on the bed talking, and my father came in accompanied by a man and a woman.
It seemed that the man had been around for a few more years than my father. He reached out first to stop Fichet who was about to speak. He came over and took my hand and asked me, "Are you Cohen?"
"Yes, uncle, I'm Cohen." Most of my eyes stayed on that woman. Although she was luxuriously dressed and elegant, I felt very kind to the maternal nature shown in her every move.
"Don't call me uncle." Dad became anxious. He lowered his head and said in my ear, "Call me your majesty! His majesty, Creamer Charmaine!"
His Majesty?
"No need to be so restrained, Weisu." His Majesty Creamer said with a smile, "Just call me uncle. This is your Aunt Nasher."
"Thank you for saving Fichet." After finishing speaking, Queen Nasher grabbed Fichet's ear and asked, "How old are you? Do you dare to kill dragons at such a young age?"
Haha... It seems that motherhood also has a violent side.
"Fortunately, your son was not tied to a stake and burned." His Majesty smiled and said to his father, "Otherwise, who would save Fichet now?"
"Haha..." Father replied with a smile, "It's not arranged by His Majesty."
"Aren't you different?" His Majesty approached his father, "I heard that Governor Darkmoon, who never pays bribes, gave the high priest five thousand gold coins in one go!"
"Stop talking about this." My father began to smile bitterly, "It has made me poor for so many years."
Finally we sent off His Majesty Creamer and his family of three. My father told me about his past with His Majesty Creamer. It turned out that His Majesty Creamer and his father had been good friends since childhood. Although my father was a civil servant, he relied on his intelligence to serve as a civil servant.
His Majesty solved many problems, and finally managed the most unstable Dark Moon for His Majesty Rimmer.
"But, Dad," I said, "Dark Moon is not chaotic at all!"
"What a beautiful idea! It's not your father and I who have worked hard for nearly twenty years!"
"Haha...that's right!"
"However, days like this can't last long." My father patted me on the shoulder.
"What's wrong?"
"These are not things you should worry about. I have decided one thing. After you are well, you will go to Uncle Wilbur and Uncle Tenasi to study. Geert and Feline will be with you. Wensley and Moga
Di and the others are also going home."
"It doesn't matter if I go there, why should I send Wen Sili and the others home?"
"Little fool, Wen Sili and the others have to go home and learn their own culture and expertise!"
"That's right..." It seems that separation is inevitable.
"Don't be sad!" My father comforted me, "We can meet again! By then, Wadi and the others will have become stronger, and Wen Silly and Weisha will have become more beautiful..."
"Beautiful is beautiful...Dad, why are you laughing so hard?"
I tried to take a walk in the flower circle, inhaling the air with a faint fragrance of flowers, and looked up at the night sky. Although it was a bit reluctant, I felt pretty good. I walked to the small lake behind the garden to rest, and then walked back. Today
Just exercise enough to achieve your goal!
After walking around a small corner, I saw a slender figure sitting on a big rock by the lake, bending his feet, looking down at the water, holding his knees with his hands, four thin transparent wings fluttering in the wind, and his long hair shining in the moonlight.
The bottom reflects the deep blue...
"Winsley, what are you thinking about?" I walked over.
"Cohen." Wensley said, "I'm going home."
"I know, my father told me."
"My mother wrote and said she missed me very much. Wen Sili also missed her mother."
"Don't worry." I sat next to Wensley and held her hand. "We will definitely meet soon."
"Did you know?" Wensley held up her chin with her other hand and did not answer me. She just said softly, "When I was a child, my mother didn't have time to accompany me. I just sat by the lake and watched the water.
The lake water keeps changing colors under the moonlight, from light blue to dark blue, from dark blue to lake blue... The breeze blows, and the lake water reflects little bits of silver light, which feels so unreal... Sometimes, it will
It started to rain lightly, and each drop of rain made small ripples on the water, squeezing each other...and then disappeared..."
"Winsley..."
"I like the songs you taught me." Wen Sili looked at me, "Can you let me sing it to you once?"
In the garden, accompanied by the blue moonlight and the clear lake water, Wen Sili sang for me for the first time.
Like a drizzle, it fell into my heart. It felt so mysterious.
I couldn't help but look up at you, but you didn't show any trace.
Although silent, it is hard to forget.
Those are your eyes, bright and beautiful...
As Wen Sili sang in a low voice, my heart surged. Wen Sili, will I have the opportunity to accompany you to see the lake again... (To be continued)