Allen and his little bones [Western Fantasy]

The night before leaving for the End, Eli read the notepad from 30 years ago at least three times.

The notepad itself is quite thick, and it was probably a popular style in that era. Its cover looks simple and flowerless at first glance, but when you touch it with your fingers, you can find that there are embossed dark spots on the seemingly simple paper. When the book is flipped quickly, there is still a faint light shining on the spine page-Eli didn't notice this at first, but Alan's eyes were sharper, and when he passed by him, he only looked up and glanced. Saw a sudden flash of light on the spine.

"Eli, try to close the book, and then quickly flip it again." Allen didn't stand too close to Eli when he gave this reminder, he stopped at the side of the table, and kept his eyes on the distance carefully. , to avoid peeking at other people's notes without authorization.

Although the real owner of this notebook has long disappeared, and according to Elder Yuriu, there is no private content recorded in it, but Allen feels that he is just an object of entrustment, and this notebook is very meaningful to Eli. It was so unusual that he hadn't even glanced at the book since he got it and was waiting for Eli with it.

"Well, what's wrong?"

Eli didn't understand what Allen had discovered, but while asking, his subordinates had followed the instructions and quickly turned the pages of the notepad.

Hall didn't continue to stroll out tonight, and was squatting on the stretched windowsill thinking about "spiritual life" when the two were talking. Seeing Eli's behavior of unconditionally trusting and taking action without knowing the reason, he frowned slightly. With a light pick, he was about to express some reflections, but after doing so, Eli discovered something, and his back suddenly froze.

"What did you see?" Hall thought to himself.

His curiosity was also aroused, and his heart was a little itchy, so he finally changed the posture he had maintained for two hours, and he floated to Eli's side in a flash.

In Eli's hand, he flipped through the note with a "crash".

Hall only looked down, and he understood the reason for the other party's actions—every time the paper was quickly flipped, a little floating light would flash across the spine of the notepad.

The brightness of the floating light is not high, and it is almost the same color as the cover of the notepad, so it is easy to be ignored.

But as long as you pay close attention and try a few more times, you can still see clearly that the floating light is a line of handwritten text.

—Julisa Winter.

The only successful case of the conversion experiment, Eli's biological mother, left a small signature here.

Eli stared at the signature obsessively for a long time. He repeatedly made it appear, made sure that he had written down every stroke, then took out a pen and paper, and tried to imitate Jiulisa's signature on the paper.

"...I'm sorry." After copying, Eli put the paper and the notepad together. He didn't know who he was apologizing to. The back that had been tensed for a long time suddenly relaxed, and he let himself lean against the I sat on the back of the chair, "Does my behavior seem a little neurotic? But she really left too little, and the contents of the notepad are all recorded in a very formulaic tone. I can't feel much of her. My own sense of existence, so..."

After "so", Eli didn't continue.

He seemed to think that his expression was very problematic, so he closed his mouth in bewilderment, his gaze dropped to the table, and no one dared to look at it.

But Allen and Hall on the side understood what he meant.

Nowadays, people who can only vaguely see their appearance in dreams and other people's memories, don't know that they have a special relationship with the other party, but once they know, they will involuntarily want to know more about the other party, and want to collect those details Try to use them to piece together a more complete image of the other party.

But... after all, it has been so long.

The whereabouts of Jiulisa Winter and her husband, who only appeared in dreams, are unknown. No one has come to look for Eli for so many years, and no one took the initiative to intervene when there was such a big commotion in the pursuit of the escaped undead. Look, it is unlikely that the two are still alive.

Jiulisa probably really had a period of "self-isolation" back then. She paid great attention to erasing the traces of her own existence. She even wrote in a notebook for business affairs, and compressed her emotional expression to the extreme when recording her personal transformation experience.

The two-storey building that Elder Phoenix had found for her at the beginning is still preserved and well maintained. Allen asked for the address for Eli, and the two of them went over to have a look together before returning to the hotel.

Of course, this visit was fruitless.

The hut had already had a new occupant, and the appearance of the house was different from what Elder Phoenix had shown them.

When Jiulisa left the undead settlement, she canceled the house contract. She never thought of using this place as a shelter, and returned this small property to the elders.

Since he came to Calby, where magic items are almost everywhere, Eli is like a child who keeps seeing new toys, and he can't help but be fascinated by those exquisite spells and magic items.

But when he saw the house that changed shape according to the will of the new occupants, he was frustrated by those transmutation spells for the first time.

I finally knew that I was not abandoned on purpose, and I was a child who enjoyed the love of my parents when I didn't remember anything.

Because he has too few opportunities to touch his parents' information now, he found a handwritten signature is also a treasure, and he clumsily tried to find the shadow of blood relatives from the handwriting.

"……Well!"

Eli lowered his head slightly, his gaze fell on the table. Hall and Allen next to him didn't speak for a while, and the room was extremely quiet, so he couldn't help but start to let go of his thoughts, and his eyes gradually lost focus... Then he was startled by a sudden slap on the back of the head.

The "culprit" of that beat was Allen.

Of course, the strength of the black-haired young man is not heavy, and his slap is not much different from the strength of lightly tapping with a scroll.

However, because of a little ingenuity, the refreshing effect is surprisingly good.

Eli came back to his senses, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to rub the slapped head. Unexpectedly, Alan didn't stop after slapping the person. As soon as Eli stretched out his hand, he took the initiative to put his hand under Alan's hand in a daze.

Allen accepted the "home delivery" hand without changing his face.

"You like apologizing so much." Alan squeezed Eli's hand and said, he felt an obvious depression near the knuckle of the other's middle finger.

This was left when the blond youth held the pen too hard just now.

The quill pens they carried with them had a metal body, and the barrel was polished to a smooth shape, but Eli made a curved mark on the knuckles of the smooth body.

There wasn't much flesh on his fingers, and when he pressed it like this, Allen always felt like he was touching the skin.

After rubbing twice, the sag couldn't recover immediately, so Allen frowned.

"...too thin too."

As soon as he didn't pay attention, he also spoke out the new thoughts that were spinning in his heart.

Eli was still thinking about how to respond to Alan's previous sentence, but when he suddenly heard the following sentence, he forgot the content of the belly draft he was drafting a few seconds ago, and looked at Alan blankly.

The oppressive atmosphere that was still faintly suppressing the room at first broke a hole as the topic suddenly slanted.

Eli stared blankly at Alan for a few seconds, and saw that the black-haired young man rarely showed a tangled expression, as if he had begun to reflect on himself why he couldn't speak properly. After another moment, he felt that he was about to fall under the stone in his heart There was an extra small support rod, which allowed him to breathe out and couldn't help laughing.

"It seems that we are even." Eli wiped the back of Allen's hand lightly with his fingertips.

Allen felt that the depression finally began to rebound slowly, and then he let go of the small piece of skin that had been heated by his rubbing.

"Even?" He picks out Eli's word.

"Even for 'saying the wrong thing'." Eli said frankly.

The blond young man emphasized the word "wrong" in his words, his expression and tone didn't look like he wanted to really find fault.

Hearing that Eli was trying to ease the atmosphere, Allen didn't talk about "wrong", he just went around behind Eli and stroked the other's hair with his other empty hand.

"I actually want to tell you." He paused for a moment, and then continued after deliberating for a moment, "You can try not to be so polite in front of me."

"..."

Eli blinked his eyes, not sure if what Allen said meant what he thought.

Allen and Eli looked at each other for a few seconds, their brows slightly moved.

He saw the expectation in the eyes of the blond-haired young man, but instead of catering to this expectation, he spoke more clearly, but instead pressed the opponent's head again.

"You're so smart, can't you understand?"

There was a faint smile in Alan's voice after pressing the button, and he glanced at the notepad on the table again.

Eli tidied up his emotions, and when his eyes fell back on the notepad, his mood was not so depressed. He continued to lean back, his head leaned back from the back of the chair, and touched Alan who was standing.

Hall looked around for a moment, seeing that his sense of existence was once again weak to negligible, he had no choice but to shrug his shoulders and turn around in mid-air.

On the second day,

The three of them left the hotel before dawn and headed for the end.

"I thought that Land of End was a place that could only be entered at night." On the way from one teleportation formation to another, Eli looked at the sky and sighed softly.

"This statement sounds similar to 'Night people can only live in the night', 'Karby's general schedule is completely opposite to the outside world', and they are all misunderstandings taken for granted by the public."

It was Hall who answered.

Probably because they were getting closer to the end, Hall showed a little excitement.

He talked a lot more than usual, and he was more active. He seemed relaxed and at ease, and he was able to talk about the local customs and customs with the two juniors who hadn't been to the end of the land without stopping.

But Allen and Eli looked at each other, and they both felt that Hall was not as relaxed as it seemed on the surface.

Nor did Hall.

He was just using eloquence to cover up his nervousness.

The Land of End is located at the northernmost end of the undead settlement. From the moment you step into its surrounding area, you can feel the obvious drop in the surrounding temperature.

Naturally, the spirit body cannot feel the cold. Hall wore his sword suit that was not always suitable for the local season, and he ran here countless times in the past.

...And every time in the past, the object of his thoughts has hidden himself.

will you meet me today

Looking at the area that has gradually entered the field of vision, like a faintly covered area of ​​gray mist, he thought.

Dare to ask yourself, but dare not answer.

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Happy National Day, I am a thin and weak manuscript depositor. The author was dragged to help the little sister who got married on National Day. I will post updates on my behalf in these two days!