I never thought that the price of the magic pattern backpack was so high that it emptied my wallet. But luckily, before I went to sleep, I received a message from the White House. It came from Leicester, my brother who didn't speak at all.
"I, I, I, I'm Lester, I, I, I, we are all fine, don't worry. I, I, I..."
The transmitter cut off his words mercilessly and spit out the attachment sent by Leicester, which was ten silver coins. They kept me from losing everything.
*
The wind in the early morning was very cold, and it made a sharp whistling sound as it passed through the shacks in Dongcheng District.
I rubbed my hands and walked under the dim magic street lights. In front of me was the fork in Brandon Lane. I raised my feet and blended into the noisy flow of people. I hid behind a pile of smelly bamboo cages. His movements were always light, and the hen in the cage flapped its wings and cooed twice before lying back down quietly.
Sure enough, the man who had been hanging behind me quickly followed up. Through the small eyes of the bamboo cage, I saw him standing blankly in the muddy water at the bend, looking around, his soft hair flying in the air. Dance.
I quietly stuck to the back of his cloak. At that moment, he seemed to feel someone behind him, but it was too late. My hand hit his vest hard, "Lord Mograine, if I were Enemy, you die now!"
Dallion immediately turned around with a helpless expression, "How did you find me?"
"You broke a piece of ice under your feet in the holly woods."
"I thought the cold wind had muffled the sound."
"What are you following me for?"
"Make sure you're safe." As he said that, he looked at me carefully, "Your hair is messed up."
I immediately took a step back and avoided his hand. He seemed to realize that something was wrong and froze in place for a while, feeling embarrassed.
I don't know why, but his twinkling eyes made me a little flustered, "Darian, there are some things I always feel I should explain clearly...I, I don't know if..."
"Messiah, don't talk yet, listen to me." He interrupted me gently. The following words seemed difficult to say. He had been struggling, and even I could easily see the intense conflict of thoughts in his eyes.
I took a step back, turned around and left, but he grabbed my wrist.
"Messiah! Consider me your friend, okay?" I heard him say.
That sentence stunned me.
People passed by us, and occasionally someone cast a curious glance.
It took me a while to digest it before I understood the meaning of his words, "...what?"
He gritted his teeth and spoke quickly, "I know everything I did was misunderstood, and I'm sorry for that, Messiah. But please at least treat me as a friend, okay?" He took two steps closer. , lowered his head and stared at me closely, "From the first time we met, I wanted to get your recognition. And this time, I just... treat beautiful girls, everyone is willing to pay more, right? I know you already have...a sweetheart, but, what's the conflict between him and me? Wouldn't it be nice to have one more friend? "
That sentence made my heart suddenly fall back into my chest, and it also made me a little embarrassed, especially under the gaze of his blue eyes, "In other words, my thoughts are messy and I think too much." ,right?"
He couldn't help but be stunned.
"I thought you liked me because I misunderstood your always affectionate eyes, right?"
He opened his mouth, but he was very considerate and did not say the word "yes".
My anger suddenly receded, and I couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
"My friend, Dallion." I took off my gloves and held out my hand to him.
His eyes flickered, and he gently held my hand, his palm warm, "We are friends now, right? Messiah?"
"It seems so."
"Then you wouldn't bother a friend, would you?"
"What?"
"Don't always avoid me, okay? I'm not a plague, and I heard I'm quite handsome."
I raised my eyebrows.
"Tall and strong." As he said that, he bent his arms and made a strong posture. "And very reliable."
I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
I have to say, his words made my heart feel extremely relaxed and happy. I raised my hand and punched his chest hard, "Follow me, my handsome, tall, strong and reliable friend. You have to help me, I seem to be late.”
He looked at me and showed a beautiful smile, "I will always be happy." As soon as he finished speaking, the melodious sound of bells came from the west on the cold wind.
*
The wooden sign "Milk of Justice" rustled in the wind.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" That was the first thing John said after seeing Dallion. His eyebrows seemed to fly up in surprise, "We all miss you! Dallion!"
"Dad John." Dallion stepped forward and gave him a warm hug, "I miss you too."
"Hey! Watch out for the oil lamp in my hand! It will burn a hole in your clothes! When did you come back?"
"A few days ago."
"So, what did you bring today?"
"Some plum candies, here you go."
"Those brats will love it. Speaking of which," John suddenly stared at me, "are you together?"
Dallion also looked at me and smiled, "Yes."
"I heard you were going to drive a lady out into the street. Is that true?"
The sudden turn of events made Dallion's face freeze, and it also made me hold my forehead with a headache.
"How is that possible?" After a while, he said helplessly, "If she is willing, I hope she can stay at my place forever, but I must respect her choice. After all, I am a man and a knight."
"A very good man, a very good knight. Everyone can see it, unless she is blind!" John said firmly, spitting everywhere.
Wait, why do I think he meant something at the end of that sentence? I frowned, "Not everyone will see you."
"But everyone loves the swollen udders of cows. The milk is so fragrant and delicious that some people would fight for it."
That sentence made me turn to Dallion with a confused expression, and the latter unconsciously touched his nose with a look of despair.
Only Father John was proud of his words, "Okay, you have to go deliver the milk. I guess you two go together, right? But I only pay one share of the labor!"
Dallion laughed dryly, "Of course." He reached out and took the magic pattern backpack filled with milk bottles and said to me, "Let's go."
*
The dark Violet District is just ahead, and it has a silence that is completely opposite to Brandon Lane. The white stone houses are arranged neatly, like soldiers in a phalanx. Occasionally, patrolling soldiers would walk through the alleyways inside, making neat and shocking sounds.
"Maybe we can have a competition, Messiah, and the loser will have breakfast."
oh? I couldn't help but glance at him sideways, "I don't think you can get a penny out of me."
"Oh, you're so arrogant."
"Try it." I grabbed the magic pattern backpack he handed me and smiled at him, "Let's get started."
