Drowning in the Gentle Country [Western Fantasy]

Ivydo's words gave both parties a step down. Mayor Barton was no longer so angry. Mephisto also put on a smiling face, bent forward in a very gentlemanly manner, as if wanting to shake hands, "Hey, I haven't had time to introduce myself, I'm Murphy—"

——With a "bang", the door was slammed shut, and the huge impact hit Mephisto's eyes with stars, and the remaining half of the syllable disappeared in his throat.

But Wilt, who caused all this, didn't want to care about what happened outside at all. He grabbed Ivydo's hand and took him into his room aggressively. Wall asked him, "Would you like to talk to me now?"

Iviedo looked at Wilt who blocked him in the corner and asked condescendingly, blinked his moist eyes, and was interrupted by Wilt just as he was about to speak.

"Okay, no need to explain! Let me ask you, are you... are you really a demon?"

Iviedo didn't expect him to ask this question after holding back for a long time. It was clearly a fact that had been confirmed in Galen's dream space before, but Wilt was like a little girl who couldn't believe it when she received a sad answer. He asked the same question again, with a completely different expression from when he rejected Barton and Mephisto at the door just now.

Seeing Wilt's side for the first time, Iviedo lowered his head and bent the corners of his mouth as if he accidentally found the last candy in his pocket.

Then he nodded slightly.

Wilt couldn't hide his disappointment, and asked almost viciously, "Then what are you still doing here?"

"You didn't drive me away..." Iviedo whispered.

Wilt was silent, and he couldn't refute these words. After rescuing Iviedo from Fiore's lair, he suspected the true identity of Iviedo, who had an unknown history and evaded the gods, which naturally included demons—but He didn't care at all at the time.Why should you care?Anyway, he is Iviedo.

So what do you really care about?thought Wilt.

He looked at Iviedo, who was close at hand, and couldn't help getting closer. The already narrow corner space was so confined that he couldn't move. Iviedo flinched against the wall, and even hurriedly stood on tiptoe.

——So this is it!

Wilt narrowed his eyes and sharply pointed out his hypocrisy, "Since you have been exposed, you don't need to pretend anymore? What is your real purpose?"

Most of the demons Wilt had seen on the battlefield were full of fangs and fierce and arrogant. Ivydo was the complete opposite of them. He was beautiful, gentle and easy-going. Arguing with others is simply a counterexample of the devil——is this kind of Iviedo real?

But as Wilt expected, upon hearing this question, Iviedo's clear eyes darkened, and then he lowered his eyelids, subconsciously clenched his mouth, and made the same gesture of resistance.

Wilt let go of his hand, and he knew that every time he talked about a topic that Iviedo didn't want to answer, he would respond with silence, as if he was sure that he would not force a stone to answer. It was all over, and fell into the cold war directly.Ivedo's initiative to speak just now made him think that there would be an opportunity for them to have a heart-to-heart relationship.

But sure enough... Wilt didn't even know why Iviedo could remain so calm and live as if nothing had happened.Maybe he can barely accept that he is a devil, but what about Iviedo?The person in front of you is your enemy...

Wilt put his hand on the doorknob, not wanting to continue this silent mime, but at this moment, Iviedo's very soft voice came from behind.

"What did you say?" Wilt said in amazement.

"I said..." Iviedo raised his voice slightly, and he spoke slowly and clearly, appearing so sincere and sincere, "...I never lied to you."

He lowered his head slightly, still a little nervous and reserved, but there was a calm look on his face after thinking about it, as if he still wanted to say something.

The surprise in this sentence almost made Wilt's heart beat violently uncontrollably. He turned around to hear Iviedo's soft words clearly——

——The accident happened at this time.

A strangely dressed eccentric passed through the center of the tightly closed door out of thin air, and the phantom figure condensed into a solid form, perfectly blocking between the two people.

Wilt used almost his whole life of concentration to keep himself from attacking the moment he saw someone appearing, and Iviedo was also taken aback by Mephisto's space magic.

If it was the usual Mephisto, he would definitely have a malicious snigger, but his expression is now extremely serious, that is, Wilt, who was interrupted for no reason because he put away his hippie smile, and in a state of rage Willing to give him time to explain.

"The queen is urgent, I must return to the capital immediately." Mephistopheles said, standing on his right shoulder was a small, pitch-black bird. will only be enabled.

"And... I think you need to understand the content." Mephisto handed the edict to Wilt, with deep sorrow on his brows.

Wilt took the order, exchanged glances with Iviedo, and walked to his side to unfold.

The handwriting on the edict is beautiful, and it looks like it was written by the queen. It is just three lines, and even the customary greetings are brief. Everyone was killed, and Princess Karina was also seriously injured on the way home.Urgently summon Mephisto back to the capital.

Iviedo raised his head, and Wilt was looking at him coldly.The atmosphere that had just eased up instantly condensed to freezing point again.

This look somehow made Iviedo laugh at himself in his heart, he shook his head, "I don't know, I have no accomplices."

Wilt responded lightly, and returned the edict to Mephisto. Mephisto wanted to say something, but Wilt interrupted him directly: "I won't follow."

It would be great if Wilt also returned to the capital to help. This is the expectation of Mephisto and the queen, especially if he can bring Iviedo back with him——the demon certified by the elf princess, and the only one at present. People who haven't been attacked yet.

In this way, many troubles may be solved.

But Wilt refused very decisively, and no one could force him to come.

Mephisto opened his mouth, but didn't make a sound, his state was visibly depressed, and he didn't even intend to leave after a stalemate for a long time.Finally, he forced a smile in the direction of Iviedo, and stretched out his hand gentlemanly: "I hope you will be safe."

"Thank you." Ivydo said in a low voice, put his slender fingers on his hand, and gave him a weak shake.He could see that Mephisto was preoccupied, and his expression seemed heavy as if he was going to the execution ground.

Mephisto's figure gradually became unreal, and he was about to pass through the wall, but Wilt called him, "Mephisto." He didn't look back, as if he had a premonition of what Wilt would say.

Wilt said: "I know the reason why you avoid visitors, hide in the imperial city, and live in Tatari Town, so relatively, please keep my secret."

After Mephisto left, Iviedo leaned against the wall, as if thinking about something.There is only one body between him and Wilt, but the gap deep in his heart is unknown how far away—as long as he continues to maintain that resisting posture of not wanting to communicate.

And just now, it was clearly the first time that he wanted to speak out on his own initiative, but the atmosphere was ruined by Mephisto's coming and going, and he couldn't even pick up the previous topic smoothly.

"You..." Wilt asked resignedly, "Is there anything you wanted to say to me just now?"

Iviedo lowered his head for a long time, and after a long time of thinking, he showed a shallow smile: "I remembered."

"It's the way to revive the town of Tatari. Selling Tatari fruit can make Sidi's name—the invincible purple dragon."

"Oh...Okay." Wilt said disappointedly, completely absent-minded, "Just do as you say."

He turned and left the room.

After a long time, Iviedo heaved a sigh of relief as if he had removed a boulder pressing on him, and slowly slid to the bottom of the wall.He didn't know what he was thinking at that time, what was what he wanted to say, he would feel a repressed aura towards Wilt, maybe it was the coercion of the dragon itself, or what Wilt said right--

He is afraid.

But the nature of this fear is far more complicated than the fear of being "killed" on the battlefield. After all, he responded to Wilt's question with silence before he knew the true identity of the purple dragon.

And in that complex emotion, there may also be the struggle of not wanting to find a reason to deceive, and returning to wandering alone.

Iviedo sighed silently. At this moment, the hand on the ground seemed to have knocked over something. He turned his head and stacked it again layer by layer.

There were many different newspapers, the latest being the Tatari Daily, and every day the Tatari Daily's messenger pigeons would knock on Wilt's window, rain or shine.But the bottom stack of newspapers comes from a variety of sources, including different towns and countries, and some even cut out only one page, but as long as you look carefully, you will find that the center page of these newspapers from a wide range of sources must be a person ——

Wilt.

Iviedo remembered that these were brought over by the Jones family when they thanked Wilt a few days ago, and they were all Mrs. Jones' treasures.After Wilt left Tatari Town to venture out, whenever there was good news of his triumphant return, Lisa would spare no effort to buy a newspaper with his recent situation—even if there was only a few words on it— —and store it properly.The stacks of thick papers are dated from far to near, and reading it from the beginning seems to have witnessed the history of Wilt's growth.

...and the deep obsession of the collectors.

Iviedo recalled the embarrassment on Mrs. Jones's face when she brought them that day, but he summoned up more courage, thanked Wilt, and said firmly to him: "I don't need them anymore, I hope they can be used as a trivial Thank you, for you."

——Perhaps it is precisely because of this obsession that the dream world after more than thirty years is still as clear as new.

Iviedo had a dream that night, perhaps because he stayed in Garen’s dream space for a long time before, or because he browsed the newspaper brought by Mrs. Jones during the day. is frequent.

Iviedo had no interaction with him, he just watched the young Wilt in action.Sometimes it is the appearance seen in the dream space, sometimes it is only the imagination described in words, but the same is that the boy in the dream is bright, rebellious and arrogant, but with a subtle gentleness.

He watched him grow up in Wiltshire, cross the mountains, cross the ocean, and venture to the most remote places, those places are desolate and only Iviedo from another world can see.

The dream lasted for ten years, and when Iviedo realized that it was just a dream, he saw the boy Wilt turn around, his body lengthened rapidly, his black hair became shorter, and his expression returned to indifference and aloofness. And staring in his direction—

Violet eyes turned into vertical pupils.