Griffith rubbed his forehead. He must have forgotten something, and he was so filled with new and good things that he couldn't remember it.
The trainee nun looked at him: "You are worried, what are you thinking about?"
Well, what was I thinking...
Griffith looked up. Facing the bright red sunset, he could already see the two-story townhouse where he lived along the street.
Starting from the missionary school, you have to walk through the entire neighborhood and then climb up a hillside where you can see the strait.
The first floor is the reception room, kitchen, bathroom and small study room, and there is a small garden at the back door. There are two bedrooms on the second floor. There are bay windows on the upper and lower floors. Although it is not very spacious, it is very bright and comfortable.
"Maybe I have to pay the rent~" Griffith couldn't help grinning when he remembered that this month's salary had not been paid yet and the rent would be in arrears for a few days. "I still think 120 silver francs per month is too expensive. Once the salary and allowances are received, Just spend it, I can’t save any money~”
What a worry!
He calculated his income, which included a monthly salary of 100 silver francs and a Sequence 8 Beyonder subsidy of 50 silver francs. If there were tasks, he could get extra bonuses. However, he is now the patrolman of the Extraordinary Team in the Emir District. He is not a robber who can go to the orc village to rob things. His daily job is to crack down on illegal enchanted item transactions, patrol, and look for cats. How can he get extra income... Every After deducting the rent for a month, the remaining expenses for food and clothing are very tight, and I can't even afford to go to a public bathroom.
"Yes~" the girl responded, "I have spent too much money. I will review it and I will only be able to eat mutton twice a week from now on!"
Krista is a novice nun in the church. She doesn’t know when she will be able to take up her full-time position. She only has pocket money subsidies and some allowances now. She is even more shabby than Griffith and cannot even afford to share the rent.
Fortunately, the army and the church issued regular uniforms. Although Krista's church allowance was not high, it did have some special benefits.
Just as he was talking, the aunt in the kitchen on the street poked her head out and saw two inspectors from the local Beyonder team walking arm in arm under the window sill:
"Hey, girl, come and try to see if the chicken stew is cooked just right?"
"That's so embarrassing~!" Krista said cheerfully, taking a chicken leg handed over by her aunt, biting half of it, and then stuffed the rest into Griffith's mouth, squeaking He asked in a squeaky voice, "Uncle, does your knee still hurt?"
"Thanks to you, the wound has healed. The girls in your church are capable and good-looking," the aunt said naggingly. "My men regret not fighting anymore every day. The hundreds of barrels of white goods sold to the army Who should I sell the wine to? It’s a pity that this business of several thousand silver coins is really worrying. Girl, are the church’s supplies ready for the festival? If the bishop is still short... Come, have another piece!"
The trainee nun took the chicken wings that were handed to her and looked at her aunt with her cheeks squirming like a hamster: "It's a good thing that there's no more war~"
"It's also a good thing~" The aunt nodded, "It's just these hundreds of barrels..."
"Praise the King!" cried the girl, standing on tiptoes to look at the cauldron behind the window.
"Praise the king!" the aunt responded hurriedly, then looked at her stewed chicken, "How about you..."
At this time, the big bell on the distant mountain that only rings when the king is enthroned and on festivals suddenly buzzes with an awakening and encouraging sound.
"Quick, Guffy! Come on!"
The girl took the arm of the second-level team leader and ran quickly. They walked through the neighborhood and headed for the busiest market.
"Hey, this isn't the way home!"
Griffith was drowned by the sea of people just after he shouted.
In the market square, there were people from all directions, some running out of the door and some jumping out of the window. The center of the street gave way to carriages. The front car was filled with clowns in red clothes, red trousers and red masks, and funny characters wearing colorful clothes and playing French horns. The streets were crowded with men and women, nobles, merchants, monks, knights and peasants. Everyone screamed and fought, and the clown in the car threw eggshells filled with flour and colorful flower balls at them.
"It's coming, it's coming!" Krista stuffed the bag of mutton and radishes into Griffith's arms, turned around and jumped on his back, "Grab the bag and lift me up quickly!"
"What are you going to do!" Griffith was startled. There were many acquaintances from the neighborhood, and the most beautiful nun in the church was riding on his neck with hands and feet.
Griffith is in a good mood and is about to fly!
“Here come the tomatoes, here come the tomatoes!”
The lively crowd shouted in unison, and from afar, farmers on the carriage behind could be seen grabbing harvested tomatoes and throwing them at the crowd.
"Go, go! Come closer!" Krista patted Griffith on the head, "Go to the roadside! Free tomatoes are the most delicious!"
Griffith hurriedly pushed his way through the chaotic crowd. The excitement everywhere made everyone jump up and wave their hands to catch the fruits and vegetables that were thrown at them. In such a noisy and chaotic scene, Griffith could not even discern his direction.
Between the waving arms, he saw a farmer in the car grabbing a tomato, raising his right hand backwards like a pitcher, raising his left foot forward, and leaning back slightly.
Griffith felt his heart skip a beat, and a trace of chill and sweat appeared on his spine and forehead.
The tomato slapped a person's face with a whirring sound, exploding into red pulp.
"Roar——!"
The crowd cheered. The farmer on the carriage was encouraged. The overwhelming tomatoes looked like a red cloud from a distance, and when they fell on the heads of the citizens of Beyeland, they were clouds of sweet and sour taste. Swept by the raindrops of fruits and vegetables, gorgeous red flowers bloomed in the dark crowd, and there was a cacophony of laughter and shouts.
"Geffy, harder, higher!" Krista urged, reaching out her hand to quickly catch a whole tomato.
"Okay!" She bent down and stuffed the tomatoes into the paper bag held by Griffith, "It's protected, I'll pick up another one!"
Griffith hurriedly secured his pocket. When he raised his head, he saw a float in the parade, dragging half of the stone sculptures found somewhere. The statue is of a graceful woman with long pointed ears. She is holding a long bow, with long hair reaching her waist, and a light body. Even if it is a cold stone statue, it can make people feel like they are looking at the forest. The silhouette of a fawn.
Griffith opened his mouth. He seemed to have something he wanted to say, but he couldn't say it. The vague memories are so vague and unclear, which is heart-wrenching.
"Turn around!" Krista patted him on the head. "The tomato truck appears at our three o'clock direction!"
She turned around hurriedly, and as soon as she finished speaking, a particularly large tomato flew towards her and hit her face with a "snap".
Griffith suddenly felt like he was being pulled by someone. Krista, who was wearing armor and carrying a textbook, fell backwards, knocking Griffith over, and then crushed a group of people with a sudden crash.
…
Krista lit the fire, cut the lamb into pieces while boiling water, spread butter in the frying pan, poured in the carrots and onions and stir-fried, then added the lamb, carefully took some pepper, and fried them together.
Griffith hurriedly rummaged through the cabinets, found a small half bottle of wine, and sprinkled some to taste.
"You are so luxurious~" the girl said while tugging on his sleeve, "Give me a sip."
Put the fried lamb and carrots into the pot and simmer. Krista cut the tomatoes, peeled some potatoes that are her daily staple food, and added a spoonful of salt to the mutton pot.
It needs to be simmered for at least an hour to get the flavor... If someone is at home, they can start preparing it in the afternoon and eat it right now... Alas, no, people can't ask for so much.
Griffith leaned on the sofa in the living room and looked at Krista's back in the kitchen. Her loose blond hair hangs down to her slender waist, and her graceful curves undulate under the white apron. As time passed, the rich aroma of meat was pushed into the living room by the warm breath.
The night outside the window became darker, and he couldn't help but associate the rich aroma of gravy, the pinkness of potatoes with more wonderful expectations.
Griffith leaned his legs on the sofa, lying on his side and admiring the girl's back. Such a lazy and comfortable day, although there is something strange about it, as if something is waiting for me to do in a hurry, but that must be an illusion.
"What are you looking at?"
"Look at your hair." Griffith admired sincerely. The soft long blond hair was as delicate as pure gold under the soft light of the fire, and it looked so beautiful.
"Am I getting gray hair?"
"How could that happen~"
"Maybe I think about things too much," Krista picked up the lamb stewed with tomatoes and radish, and came to the dining table with a serious face, "I just think about what to eat every day!"
As she spoke, she forked a piece of mutton, blew on it, and brought it to Griffith's mouth.
The tender lamb melts in your mouth, and the radish soaked in soup is no less delicious. It was such a wonderful experience that Griffith couldn't stop at all and couldn't help but said:
"Praise be to the King."
"Praise the King," Krista took a small bite of potatoes and nodded with satisfaction, "In the past, there were wars and conquests, one after another.
"We all have to thank King Commodus for the miracle he brought back! Otherwise we would still be in the far east, entangled with the orcs in Atana Fortress. Praise the King!"
"I heard the bishop say, ugh," Krista swallowed a piece of mutton and shook the spoon. "The bishop said that a mysterious ruins were discovered in the north of the Sebasto region. The building is magnificent and gorgeous, but there is no trace of it. Vitality. A powerful civilization once lived there and left behind exquisite objects. However, no one knows where they went and what they encountered.”
"Oh." Griffith nodded. He knew nothing about it.
"It is said to be the home of the elves," the girl continued. "No one has seen them, but sculptures and paintings have left traces. The royal family said they were all forgeries by speculators."
"Hmm~" The second-level team leader tapped his forehead, "I think I've seen it somewhere..."
"Do you like this type~" Krista said quietly, "You stared at it for five minutes. I heard that someone also drew a small comic, which is not very decent."
"Ah, this..." Griffith touched the tip of his nose shyly, "I have a strange feeling, as if I have been to the world of these elves in my dreams and spent time with them."
"So, do you want to go back?" the girl asked again.
Where to go back?
…
Tomorrow is a rest day. Should I go to the theater, go shopping, or have a picnic at the beach...
Griffith seemed to have never had such a comfortable life. In his memory, he was either endless battles and adventures, or listening to classes that he could never understand, and exam papers that he would never take.
It’s strange. Leaving aside the war, what’s going on with these so difficult studies and exams that make people have nightmares...
Such a relaxing day, as long as you finish the day's work, you have the entire evening and rest day to yourself. And with Krista by her side, is there anything more wonderful in the world?
The more Griffith thought about it, the more confused he became. There were some strange feelings that he shouldn't have, but they lingered like they were imprinted on his soul.
Oh, I don’t think about it anymore! Griffith heard three knocks on the door. Before he could get up from the recliner, Krista opened the door and walked gently into his bedroom.
Wearing a thin nightgown, she came to Griffith's side. When she turned around, her slender hands gently touched the curtains, shutting out the moonlight outside the window. Griffith's fingers brushed not only the silky skirt. She slowly sat sideways on the carpet at Griffith's feet, nuzzling his hands with her face like a kitten, and rubbing her legs under his nightgown.
Griffith's heartbeat was about to come out of his throat. He couldn't help but reach out his hand, gently stroke the soft blond hair, twist it on his fingertips, and then slowly and irresistibly press the girl towards him.
"You hate~ ugh."
The whole world becomes silent, warm and moist!
…
Griffith walked out of the room and came to the small courtyard.
He sat down under the peach tree and looked at the strait at night. The moonlight is extremely beautiful and everything is silent, as if the whole world belongs to oneself.
"Hey~" Someone called him not far away.
"Hey~ friends over there, look here!"
Griffith followed the sound, and his eyes seemed to have crossed thousands of ravines. Space and time become elusive.
There was a slim woman with silver hair leaning on the fence between the gardens, her big violet eyes looking at him from the neighboring yard.
"Oh, sorry, good evening." Griffith greeted hurriedly. He didn't remember his neighbor being such an attractive woman.
"Humans are really weak~" the silver-haired woman said, "Fortunately, my kind is nearby, otherwise are you going to live here for the rest of your life?
"Hey, wait a minute, Lieutenant, is this all part of your calculation? Is that why you found me? As expected of you!"
"This is my home, can't I be here?" Griffith asked, "Who is the lieutenant? Also, this is the first time I know you!"
He smelled the familiar faint aroma, turned around hurriedly, and saw Krista appearing at the door of the small courtyard: "Ah, here, Krista, listen to my explanation..."
The silver-haired woman smiled like a wind chime, and Krista looked at them with a rather complicated expression.
"Let him go back," the silver-haired woman said, "He is not the Griffith who is sleeping in the dream!
"Krista, this is not your story with him."
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"You are a guest (yuest)" pun "You are a guest". This can be used in future animations or episodes.
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