Drowning in the Gentle Country [Western Fantasy]

When the weather turned cold, Helen invited them to visit the small medical clinic.She had just returned from taking the junior pastor exam in a nearby city, and she was very confident in her performance, so she wanted to invite Iviedo, who advised her, and Wilt, who couldn't help but follow, to celebrate in advance, and wait for the results to come out officially , and then share the joy with other people in Tatari Town.Iviedo thought about borrowing another book collection, and Wilt thought about Susan's illness, so he agreed.

After going there, I found out that the trainee priest Leo was also there.Leo is only 22 years old this year, but he has good talent. Although he is not ranked in the city with a lot of talents, he is already considered a leader among the young people in Tatari Town.His appearance is not yet childish, with a deep round face, a small dimple on the right cheek, his eyes look dull, he is shy and shy when he speaks, but he is quite courageous, otherwise he would not have asked "" How did you and Master Wilt meet?" This is a question.

Wilt had a little impression of him, and was not surprised that he was here, but Iviedo seemed to see a surprise and greeted him proactively.Leo stood up proudly, and responded with bright eyes: "I didn't expect to meet you again so soon!"

"Cough!" Wilt coughed heavily, and Leo came back to see him, but his expression was not embarrassed at all, but his star eyes were shining with admiration: "Master God of War...I, my name is Leo! Nice to meet you..."

Of course I remember you, Ivedo has mentioned it several times!Wilt thought to himself, he didn't see any eye-catching flashes from this ordinary boy, and he really didn't know why Iviedo cared so much.

Iviedo seemed to sense his inexplicable hostility, and only smiled gently: "Miss Helen invited us here."

"... Oh, that's right!" Mentioning Helen, Leo was at a loss, he said hesitantly: "Hai...Miss Helen is very talented, and my level of healing skills is not good enough to be a teacher." Work……"

Before Iviedo could say anything, Helen, who was busy preparing afternoon tea for them, heard this, put the tray down, and raised her head to retort: ​​"What nonsense are you talking about, sir! It is because of your help that I Only then can you successfully take the junior priest's exam."

The residents of Tatari Town always respected the priests of the temple from the bottom of their hearts. Even though Leo was only a trainee priest, Helen added honorifics to his title.However, Leo seemed afraid to accept such flattery, and his face turned red instantly.

"Although the results won't come out until next month, with the help of the priest, and Grandma Susan's notes and books, I believe I... will be fine." Helen covered her heart and said devoutly, her eyes were pure and sincere Looking intently at the guests she invited, "So, I'll make my own claim and invite you to celebrate in advance!"

"Of course it's no problem. I also believe that you will pass." Wilt glanced at Priest Leo, whose earlobe was red, thoughtfully, and the hostility on his body decreased a lot.Iviedo naturally noticed this change, and looked at him with a slight smile on the corner of his lips.

Wilt blushed without heartbeat, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"I found one very interesting thing, and another 'more interesting' thing." Iviedo said with a smile, pinching his earlobe as a signal.

"Oh, this matter... Actually, I've discovered it a long time ago." Wilt said blankly, as if he wasn't the one who deliberately picked on the thorns before, "Little Helen is young and beautiful, and it's not uncommon for someone to like her. "

Iviedo still had a smile on his face, but he didn't identify who the hostile and jealous person was. He took a sip of water in a happy mood, but Wilt suddenly turned his shoulders and looked at him face to face.

Then Wilt reached out and rubbed gently on his left earlobe.

"?" Iviedo blinked incomprehensibly, but felt that the friction of his left ear became more sensitive, and the kneaded skin began to heat up.

Wilt regained the initiative, approached with a chuckle, whispered against his left ear, "Your ear is also red. Does it mean that you like me too... huh?"

"...I'm going to see Susan's library." Iviedo turned around quickly, and in a flash, he seemed to be able to see the red ears under the raised dark golden hair.

By the time Iviedo reached the third floor, his beating heart had calmed down. Even though Wilt was following behind, he could still chat casually: "Are you here to borrow books too?"

"No, I'm going to see Susan."

Elderly Grandma Susan still lives in her old room.There are crosses hanging on the wall, the mosaic window is painted with the goddess of life, and the other wall is covered with medals from the time when she was the most favorite student of the crusader prophet.

However, compared to the occasional sober moment some time ago, when Susan saw Wilt, her eyes lit up, her mouth moved up and down, and she regained her chaotic appearance.

Mrs. Peggy is here to take care of her.She wasn't surprised by their appearance at all, but she still subconsciously rolled her eyes and muttered, "... Helen is really troublesome to be a priest."

It seems that although Mrs. Peggy agreed to Helen's plan to apply for the priest's examination, her attitude is still high and arrogant.Neither Iviedo nor Wilt knew the reason for her sudden change. After all, these are not "gossips" that would be published in newspapers, and Wilt was especially puzzled. Before he left Tatari Town, he was still low-key, quiet and unknown. How did Mrs. Peggy come to be like this.

But Wilt didn't care about this, he just squatted down and looked at Grandma Susan, asked her a few questions, sighed after getting no answer, and rubbed her gray hair, "I hope Helen really You can get a junior priest, and you can see it."

Grandma Susan stared blankly ahead, smiling sweetly on her wrinkled face.

Wilt stopped looking at her, but looked at Iviedo who was looking for in Susan's collection.

Susan has a large collection of books, not only about priests, but also many ancient and out-of-print books. The "Apocalypse of the Ancient Gods" that Ivedo often read before is one of them, as well as the book introducing the ancient dragons. .They were written too long ago, otherwise books that are extremely useful as content should not be rarely circulated.

Iviedo rummaged through Susan's library one by one, took down one, opened the first two pages to check, and then changed another one, seemingly aimlessly, Wilt couldn't help asking: "What do you want to find?" What? I'll help you."

"I... I'll just do it myself." Iviedo hesitated and refused his help.

"No, if you insist, I'll just stop you from looking for books." Wilt grabbed his hand and said irresistibly, with a faint anger in his heart. Finally, Iviedo no longer looks like a jagged mouth. Hulu, you are so buried in everything that you don't want to talk about it, why did you go back all of a sudden?

Iviedo struggled for a while, but he didn't break free. After a long time, he compromised and said slowly: "Okay... I'm looking for a book with this name signed by the author..." He opened the "Primeval Gods" that was set aside. Apocalypse, in the blank space on the second page, there is a word in elegant handwriting: Even.

"Ivan?" Wilt read out softly, and fell into deep thought, "How do I remember... He also wrote the book that records the ancient dragon race." In order to understand his own kind, Wilt I studied this book carefully within a short period of time, and naturally saw the chic signature on the second page.

But Ivydo didn't expect him to notice this, and his confidence suddenly became a little weak: "...It is because of this that I am very interested in his book."

Why do you know so much about the ancient times?Wilt thought incomprehensibly, but still seriously helped Iviedo find it.Susan has a large collection of books, and it took a bit of effort to find them, but what I didn't expect was that "Ivan" wrote more books than he imagined, ranging from the records of ancient gods to the classification of forbidden curse-level epic magic, as small as Effective methods of tilling the fields, suggestions for growing grain crops, were more than one could imagine, and Wilt was sure that Susan had not all of them here.

Wilt saw Iviedo stacking them one by one, and asked in surprise: "You don't want to read them all?"

"Should...shouldn't be?" Iviedo said uncertainly, but Wilt was almost sure: he was sure!

What is it all about?After one Leo was dealt with, another Ivan who didn't know if he was a man or a woman appeared!Wilt thought angrily, regardless of the age of the person who could accurately record the ancient gods and ancient dragons, he was still helping Iviedo find the author. The signature of this book is a fancy one. Great long name, Wilt was about to close it, but suddenly stopped.

He opened it bit by bit, and read out this string of familiar "fashionable" handwriting: "Mephisto..." I won't talk about it later.Including honors, Mephisto's full name has twelve words, and others are lazy to call it, but he didn't mind at all when he signed it.

Iviedo was also attracted by his pause, and leaned over to read Mephisto's works.

In fact, as the president and inventor of the Association of Magicians, Mephisto's academic works are so numerous that it is not shocking at all. However, this book is indeed a bit special. It is not about magic, but about his of twelve disciples.

Mephisto has disciples, of course, he is very old, with outstanding achievements, and a transcendent status. No matter where the holy rank mage goes, he is the top existence in the mainland.Members of the royal family have generally accepted his teachings—but they are considered apprentices at the top, and the magic level of disciples who have truly accepted his long-term teachings and devoted themselves to research are naturally first-class existences, and most of them are Wilt know.

"Eldest disciple Oluka, the use of space magic is no worse than mine. It is because of his help that the development of the magic teleportation array is so smooth." Wilt picked a random sentence, raising his eyebrows in surprise, "Was Mephisto so serious when he wrote his memoirs? The last time I read the book he forced on me, I thought it was just boasting. However, Oluka..." His tone showed a trace of disgust.

Ivy turned over a few pages, and each disciple had dozens of pages of chapters, describing their outstanding achievements in length, and the words of praise were so sincere.He turned to the end, but found that it stopped abruptly when he reached No. 11 disciples.

"Huh?" Wilt also found out that the No. 12 disciples were not directly eliminated, but the chapter on him was only a short page, and the name, age, and Mephisto's brief blessing were gone. .

"Klein..." Wilt read the name again, and frowned, "I have a little impression of him, and there are really no surprises, but Mephisto is too black-hearted."

Iviedo also has some memories of these people - most of them appeared as the magician who restrained the demon Mance in the final battle of the Battle of Gods. As for Klein, who Mephisto spends the least amount of ink, he has never heard of this name.However, Iviedo felt that he should not act as if he had heard of anyone at this time, so he simply nodded.

Wilt was really satisfied, and put the book back casually, not caring about this episode.

It was said that it was a private celebration, and the not-so-rich Peggy's family couldn't hold any large-scale banquets. Little Helen simply made some sumptuous dinners and invited them to enjoy them. The delicacies made were very delicious, and the priest Leo praised him so much that he stuttered at the end.

"It's really delicious, Miss Helen!" Leo took a big mouthful of the soup and smiled sheepishly, "It even reminded me of the reason why I chose to believe in the God of Harvest... Hahaha!"

What higher compliment is there than for a priest to say that it reminds him of his faith?Helen could hardly bear such praise, and blushed instantly.

That's your unlucky taste of Ivydo's craft, Wilt thought happily, it's the existence that can make the priest "forget about faith".Although to be honest, as a dragon, his sense of taste is not the same as that of a human being... But anyway, Ivydo's craftsmanship transcends race!

But when he was boasting in his heart, Iviedo didn't notice him at all, but frowned and asked Leo cautiously: "What's the reason?"

"Huh?" Leo was still smirking dumbly.

Ivydo said word by word: "The reason why you believe in the God of Harvest."