I've seen this house before, Uriel thought, and no one can fail to be impressed by its beautiful roof. But when exactly it was, he couldn't remember at all.
"Good morning, Uriel." Sita York straightened up from the garden and greeted him. "My flowers are all blooming, and I will soon harvest the seeds of my dreams."
Dream seeds? Uriel couldn't help but cast his eyes on his garden. I saw that the field was full of huge sunflowers, and they turned their heads from all directions towards the west tower. If these flowers had eyes, this guy would be the center of attention right now. The apprentice shuddered.
"you……"
There was a loud bang. They both looked toward the house. However, the doors and windows of the house were closed, not a trace of light came through. Sita was the first to speak: "Bad sound."
"What happened?" Uriel asked, "From inside?"
"How do I know? I didn't go in." The orange-faced man spread his hands to indicate that he was standing in the garden. “You can’t grow sunflowers indoors, right?”
That's true, but unfortunately we do have a sun. Uriel frowned and looked at him. "Thank God, it turns out you recognize sunflowers."
"Haines taught me this. He claimed that if I identified the wrong plant again, he would pay me immediately."
A smile that he hadn't seen for a long time rose from the bottom of his heart and appeared on his lips. Uriel quickly turned around and found that he was gradually remembering the origin of the house. wooden house. seed. Loud and Mr. Haynes. The clues all pointed to his first anchor point in Knox... "The bar?"
But what caught my eye was an old-fashioned building. Although it tried its best to modify it, it was completely different in style. There is no chimney, no beacon, and the balcony only consists of a clothesline in the attic. It looks somewhat like the outside world, but is twice as big. The apprentice stood in front of the door, looking up at a large series of cracks climbing up the wall like a spider web, covered by clumps of vines.
Regardless, it's actually pretty solid. Countless traces of wind, frost, rain and snow remain on the wood like inscriptions. "Where is this?" he couldn't help but mutter. There is always a sense of déjà vu in the picture, but have I really been here before?
"Do you like hawthorn and privet?" York suddenly asked, "How do they match?"
"A match made in heaven," Uriel said subconsciously. Weird, where did I know this? He vaguely remembered being in the same environment. but……
"York!" Someone raised his head from a distance and shouted loudly: "Get to work quickly. Why are you so dazed?"
Sita made a face. "I can't stay with you anymore, Uriel. Even though Ez won't let me go to the infirmary to have my wounds stitched, he always threatens to pay the bill! This is literally killing me."
"I know." Memories came flooding back. "You made a bet, whoever pays the bill first will stay as a waiter." Cecilia told me about the agreement between Knox adventurers. "Honestly? This isn't really punishment."
"But losing the bet would be too embarrassing—"
"York!" shouted the druid.
Sita waved her hands and dove into the flower field. "Go back quickly."
"Go back?" But he didn't answer. Uriel had no choice but to knock on the door.
While waiting, he couldn't help but think wildly. Who lives in it? Will I be turned away? More likely, it was Cecilia who opened the door? If it were really her, he knew he would still be pleasantly surprised, but he would also inevitably be depressed. Somehow, Uriel always felt that such emotions should not appear at this moment.
He didn't wait long. "You're so late." The door suddenly opened, and there was the sharp sound of the teapot and a familiar complaint. "come on in."
incredible. "…Parsur?"
There is a nature spirit standing behind the door. She wore a knitted cape and a long shiny wool skirt, and her hair was tied up with straw, revealing her forehead and gentle brown eyes. She grabbed the apprentice's arm and dragged him through the door, winking like a lively grass-seed fairy. The apprentice was stunned.
She thrust a teacup at him. "It's too cold outside. Let's drink some hot wine."
"Cold? Why are you...?"
"Me? Oh, I'm fine. I never go out in the snow."
Uriel couldn't help but look outside the door.
...The cold wind blew through, turning up fluffy snowflakes. The dark clouds are gloomy and low, and the sky is leaden gray, which is the usual sight of the frost moon. But he was sure that wasn't the case! A few seconds ago, someone was planting sunflowers outside. He vaguely felt that this shouldn't be the case. I'm afraid I've forgotten something key.
He looked back.
The room was empty, without furniture. The floor was covered with a layer of fur, and the windows and doors were covered with thick cloth. The roof was low and heavy, as if it would fall down at any time, but Parsur was about five feet tall and could only reach the ceiling by standing on tiptoes. The only light source in the house was the fireplace, and an iron rack was pulled out from the firewood to boil water.
Nothing looked familiar. Uriel began to doubt his own judgment. Could this be her home?
"Got to adjust." 』
"Wait, don't move!" you can not--"
"alright. Huh? What did you just say? 』
There was a sound. Uriel closed the door and suddenly found a bow and arrow hanging on the back of the door. The arrow was sticking out of his pocket and was still trembling with the sound of closing the door. He recognized it as the weapon of the Blue Saint.
"You are different. Uriel? How was your harvest today?"
reward? Uriel didn't understand: "What?" Suddenly his hands sank. He looked down and said, "Rabbit." The black-furred long-eared rabbit was stabbed in the eye with an arrow, and it was dealt with very happily. The apprentice weighed it and found that it was about as heavy as a watermelon. But when...?
"Black rabbit?" Is this a ■■■ specialty? 』
"As prey, there is no better choice than it. 』
"really. This thing runs too fast! I haven't even been caught a few times. 』
"Then you can't play like this anymore!" ■■, do you know——』
"Okay, ■■■, just try, don't be so stingy. 』
"Don't say this for Uriel! Otherwise, be careful as we add fun to your ■■. 』
"What's the fuss about?" All be quieter. ■■, we won't do that, you'd better behave yourself. 』
"To be honest, I'm quite looking forward to it. 』
"I have been waiting for my jam for a long time, and now I can finally start." Parsul groped among the blankets and found a box filled with miscellaneous items. She took out two plates and handed one to the apprentice. The latter stared at her movements and felt that there was probably a cellar under her feet.
"Hey! Can you think of something ordinary? What is a cellar? Is he going to search the house? You should think about dinner. 』
"Not lunch?" 』
"dinner! 』
“Well, dinner is dinner. Don't get mad at me. 』
"I don't mean to yell at you, but it's about the festive atmosphere——"
"Shh, look." 』
Uriel sat by the fire, waiting for Parsul to roast the rabbit meat. He didn't know why he didn't help, but he enjoyed the service at the moment. When traveling with Roma or even York, it was rare for him to have such a leisurely rest. You can't expect two brats to seriously prepare for camp.
"Is he scolding me?" 』
"maybe not. After all, there are other people named ■■ and ■■ in this world. 』
"Give me the name '■■'?" so? Does it make sense? I've shown up. 』
"Shut up, York!" Wake him up for me. 』
"what? It's something you don't want to participate in, so hiding your name is inevitable. 』
"..."
"She stopped talking. Is that what you just talked about? 』
"Mostly not. You see, people don't name such trivial things, which means there's no risk of duplication of names. 』
"Shut up, York. 』
The aroma of grease wafts in the air, and the light of the fire also whets your appetite. Parsul stared at the barbecue grill intently, flicking the iron pick from time to time. Her posture was very skillful, but Uriel was restless. It’s not just about sitting back and enjoying the benefits. Suddenly, the kettle screamed.
"I'll do it." He took the opportunity to take over, "You go and do other things."
As a result, the saintly lady was quite reluctant to give up: "Why don't you go fetch water..."
"And then let you guard the coke?" came the mocking voice behind them. Uriel suddenly saw the shadow, which enveloped the two of them. "This thing is going to be hard. You're going to put it on your bow and maybe you can hunt another rabbit."
The mentor appears like a ghost against the wall. Uriel started, and then he saw a door behind him.
Parsur sighed. "It's a pity that I can't cook." She admitted. "Even among the many household chores, handling food is the most difficult one. I didn't expect the cook to be so reliable."
"How fresh." The messenger said expressionlessly, "You say it as if you know other housework, Holy Lady."
"No one taught me to do this," she defended.
"Because you can eat it raw. No one here needs cooked food except Uriel."
"Needs and hobbies are two different things."
"So your hobby is browning food?"
There was silence. The water was still boiling and screams filled the room. Uriel shuddered, but not before sweating.
"what happened? ! York! Sauron! 』
"You forgot to write me ■■. 』
"I have more important things to care about. And if they write ■■ to you, they won’t be able to tell the difference between you and Roma. 』
"Did you say my name?" 』
"..."
"If you ask me, this is completely deceptive. Call your name directly, but he can't hear you. 』
"No, at least my ■■■ hasn't been exposed yet. You can’t—』
"No other person has such a long name. Didn't you notice, Dalton?" 』
"..."
"Roma, Dalton?" Oh, and Sauron. You are all here. What did you just call me for? 』
"Damn it, wake him up!" Too late. I saw the Commander-in-Chief..."
"certainly. I recognize him, why should you tell me? It doesn't matter, Uriel will take care of it. He has succeeded. Don't bother me with this little thing, okay? You don’t have to file most of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs’ intelligence during the holidays, which I have to do.”
"..."
"Say something." Everyone? This doesn't fall into the category of annoying me. Only counts once. what happened? 』
"oh. You didn't write the period, Sauron. I thought you weren't done yet. 』
"..."
"You boring, boring bunch of bastard brats——"
"It's not burnt." Uriel quickly took out the roasted rabbit in order to stop their intensifying mutual ridicule. I've seen them like this, he thought to himself. In the end, these two people will probably take action. "Eat."
The messenger frowned and looked at the grease. "Where did the black rabbit come from?"
"It's fresh anyway." Uriel could hardly bear it anymore, "It doesn't matter in this weather."
"What's the weather?"
he does not know? The apprentice thought to himself, could he have been in the room all along? Is that Joey's room? "It's snowing," Parsour said. "I made a fire."
The messenger looked around the house and found the fur-covered window. Through the glass, they saw heavy snow covering the road. "There's not enough firewood." He decided, then stood up and prepared to go out.
"I'm coming too." Uriel also got up.
"Why don't you go upstairs and have a look?" Parsul reminded them, "It's hard to walk outside, so try not to go out. Have you been there?"
The messenger looked at her. "Let's go," he then said to his apprentice. Uriel followed him up the stairs to the empty second floor without knowing why.
It was arranged like a bedroom, with candles covered in perforated glass and a bed made of feathers and straw spread on the floor. When he saw Joey's familiar armor, he was surprised that the messenger had changed into a coat. Steel parts were piled in the corner, as if they hadn't been cleaned for a long time.
They walked through the debris and came to a small corner. There were many balls of wool that must have belonged to the Holy Lady; a handful of scrap parts that could be assembled into a stove; and a mess of tallow candles, all packed in buckets.
Uriel had no idea what to do, but the messenger easily pushed aside the obstruction and found a packet of seeds. Apparently, leave it to Parsur and we'll never have to worry about chai again. How could I forget? He thought to himself that no matter the Blue Saint or the White Messenger, they were not mortals.
At this time, there was a loud noise above the head. Uriel heard it in the yard too. But the sun was shining brightly then, and now the snow is raging, but the sound has not changed. "What's the sound?" He looked up curiously.
"No," said the messenger.
The apprentice frowned. "I'm not……"
"It's damp." He threw the bag to Uriel, and the smell of moldy seeds inside spread out. "Who put the seeds in the corner?"
"It's a good thing you did, Roma. I told you not to hide there. 』
"I'm just curious about what's upstairs. If they looked for a while longer, they might come up and have a look. 』
"good idea. You definitely didn't expect them to find it so quickly. 』
"Anyway, we still have a chance before he wakes up. 』
"Chance? No. He's already awake'
"Sauron?" Why are you still here? 』
"I'm telling you, kid, I can be wherever I want without having to report to you."
When they went downstairs with the seeds, Parsul could think of no other way. "It seems you have to go out." She muttered, "It's strange, I shouldn't treat the seedlings like this." Then she turned around and went to look for gloves in a box.
The messenger ignored her and said not a word. He lifted the leather curtain and disappeared behind the door.
Of course an apprentice wouldn't do that. The lattice made Parsour look even smaller, and he had to bend down when he hugged her goodbye. "We'll be back soon."
"As soon as possible." The Blue Saint patted his back and put her shawl on the apprentice. "You're underdressed."
Because when I came it was a flaming moon. "I will remember to keep warm next time. Did you knit this yourself?"
"Me? No." Parsul blinked, "This is not my hobby. Do you understand? I am the Blue Saint, who can teach me this?... But if you like, I just have time now. , and there are conditions for learning." She withdrew her hand. "Go ahead."
It was gray and black outside the house, with snow and snow shadows everywhere. Uriel catches up with Joey, who stands statuesque in the shadows. "Wait." He stepped across the path. The sunflower field in West Tower has withered away, leaving only dry white stalks. "etc."
The messenger turned around after hearing the sound. When Uriel saw his eyes, the house and the path disappeared.
"Full marks to you for shading and lighting, Dalton. 』
"You should think about what's next, York. I think he's going to kill you. 』
"Correction, it's us. 』
…
"I've had enough! You guys keep talking." Uriel threw the pillow over, and the little lion jumped aside and knocked off the hanger.
"How was the harvest?" Zhuoer asked.
"The structure of the dream is very stable, and the response to the anchor point is also under control... There is only one last item left. Subconscious screening." The apprentice pulled the alchemy creation on the table. What is this thing called? Video? "I have to see the details."
"Go to Larsen, otherwise this thing will be of no use to you." Druid Eze Haynes sat on the chair and instructed. "His invention is the key to recording dreams. The mysterious object is just a carrier."
"'Eye of Iron'." This is the title of the great astrologer. "Mr. Oswide mentioned. "I was still taking astrology courses at that time..."When he is free, I will go to him and ask."
"Then you'll have to wait."
Sita came closer to take a look. "How did it go? Do it again? I'm always available."
"Next time I will find the White Envoy." Uriel said angrily, "Use real anchor points to test the results. Let you participate... To be honest, this time does not reflect the progress of magic at all." He said while He said as he went out and opened the already full mailbox. "Let's do it next time."
"I don't even know when the next time will be." York sighed, "What other holidays are there this year?"
Uriel was also looking forward to the holidays, until he was knocked over by a mailbox that suddenly erupted. "Here, guys." That's what happens when a bunch of stuff is crammed into a limited space. "It seems that before I knew it, my popularity was already surprisingly good." He finally got up.
"This is unreasonable." Roma shouted jealously, "How many people do you know?!"
"It seems that most of the foreign ministries have sent gifts." Dalton has already picked up a few boxes. "They want to please you, because no one knows your tutor's email address."
"Why don't you know?" Uriel complained, "The conference hall of the main tower of Chloe Tower is opposite the door. Just wait, I will reply right away! I refuse to transfer gifts here."
"Forget it. They have your name on them anyway."
Otherwise the courier will send the item back. no doubt. "Find someone you know for me."
"We know each other?"
"Yes." There were only a few. Uriel had been in the tower for less than a year. He suddenly found a package with a familiar name written on it, "Joy?"
"Who?" No one heard him clearly amid the sound of paper shells turning.
"I'm going to find tools." Uriel slammed the door and almost broke the bearing. Thank God. It is intact. This is not the time to repair your home. "You guys dismantle it first."
When he opened the package, he found two thick sweaters inside. One long sleeve, one short sleeve.
