Proposed by the most beautiful you in the world [Comprehensive]

Put two Edmond Dantès together, and without hesitation, it only takes a second to tell who is who.

—Well, since one of the Dantes resolutely refuses to admit that he is Dantes, he is still called Avenger.

Perhaps because what is presented here is the essence of the soul that is no longer constrained by external objects, Dantès is no longer the appearance of the shy prisoner, but temporarily replaced by a sailor outfit that is quite fresh in Ellie's view.

Indeed, there were traces of sailors left on the young man's body.

Although his formerly capable black hair turned white overnight after being imprisoned, and his passionate eyes are no longer as pure and bright as before, fortunately he has not discarded the most precious kindness and enthusiasm.

In comparison, Avenger is a completely different kind of person.

The man is no longer young—although he is not too old, he looks only in his thirties, but the temperament that has been cruelly polished by the long and hard-to-see when it will end is integrated into the bone marrow, and he is in harmony with the youthful youth. People are worlds apart.

He is very contradictory.

Just like the feeling that emerged unconsciously in Ellie's heart when he saw him for the first time, the contradiction lies precisely in the exquisite and impeccable skin and the scarred soul.

No one can find any weakness in him, extremely handsome appearance, luxurious and noble attire, perfect etiquette - a man is a noble person who can freely enter and leave the palace banquet, no one is more suitable than him Use noble titles.

However, who would have imagined what kind of distorted and dark light would be reflected from those sometimes gentle and sometimes indifferent eyes.

The two Dantès—excuse me, continue to differentiate them—Dantes and Avenger bump into each other unexpectedly, and don't get along at all.

The current situation of the pseudo-Chateau d'If is really as bad as Avenger said. The framework has just been erected, and the number of undead who cannot be redeemed entering the prison tower—and the dead are constantly increasing.

They couldn't go out and wander around in such a chaotic moment, so to be on the safe side, they simply stayed in the only clean lounge here.

The undead are always thinking about the aura that belongs to the souls of the undead, but there are two heroic spirits here, and there is also an avenger whose anger is enough to completely reduce them to ashes, and the annoying minions are naturally far away.

As a result, the leisure time of one person and two heroic spirits living together in one room kicked off (with two-thirds of the people very unhappy).

Avenger seemed to dislike the pair of masters and servants, and always ignored Dantes as the master, but he was a little better towards the servants of the heroic spirits.

Of course, it's only a "slightly" level.

If necessary, he would say a few words to Ellie, and most of the lines were neutral with obvious disdain, as if what he disliked the most in his life was Airlie's boring and dull Tasteless guy.

Ellie privately speculated that he must have been angered.

Avenger is such a petty Heroic Spirit.

"Master, you must learn from your experience and don't become so unlikable in the future." Airlie said, "Am I implying something? Not at all, even if you hear it accidentally, please don't pay attention. "

When he said this, he was sitting cross-legged on the soft carpet, meticulously wiping the sword he had used to chop the undead before.

This sword... well, it is a dagger that is only thirty centimeters long at most.

According to the disgusting comments of Avenger who happened to catch a glimpse of this thing, it is a typical "upstart-style exaggeration".

Large gemstones were desperately stuffed into the scabbard as if they didn't want money, but there was only such a small area, but it was so inlaid with jewels that it hurt to look at it.

Ellie also felt sick, but there was only one weapon in his body that could be used for fighting, so he could only use it.Fortunately, the seemingly flashy little dagger is extremely tough in actual use, and it is indeed a gift blessed by a mysterious figure.

"By the way, master, do you feel bored? That's right, sitting in a room where you can't feel the passage of time, even I can't help but feel sleepy."

After wiping the sword, Ellie couldn't find anything else to do.The master stared at the wall in a daze with a sullen face, and the other heroic spirit besides them——

That guy was living in a very chic and comfortable way, and he moved out of nowhere an elegant rocking chair, leaned back in the rocking chair, and held a brick-thick book and read it expressionlessly.

"Actually, I can keep silent all day like you, and I'm even very happy as usual, because I like silence very much." Airlie said again, and this time he put down his sword, "but I heard , humans always need to communicate properly with people, otherwise it is likely to cause troublesome psychological problems."

"So, master, please chat with me. You can ask me any questions, and under normal circumstances, I will answer truthfully."

Heroic Spirit, who seldom uttered such a long string of words at once, reluctantly allowed himself to speak at length. If his Master ignored him again, he would definitely be angry.

Fortunately, the master did not disappoint his good intentions.

Dantès was struggling fiercely with the entanglement in his heart about the future, almost to the point where he got stuck in a dead end and couldn't get out.However, Heroic Spirit's words easily pulled him back from his thoughts.

"Ah, I'm so sorry! I didn't even hear your call just now." He regained his energy all of a sudden, and quickly apologized sincerely.

After apologizing and returning to God, the meaning of Heroic Spirit's words was to generously tell about his mysterious and yearning past——

Dantès already had an unspeakable impulse in his heart, the closer he got, the more he wanted to understand.The sudden surprise made him feel excited from the bottom of his heart, but at the same time, he also had a complicated doubt.

"Do you really want to tell me your story?"

Airlie said: "Don't worry, master, there is nothing I can't tell you. On the other hand, you have to worry about it. You are not interested in the boring life I have experienced."

"How come! Please tell me, please tell me, I can't wait."

Let the entanglement go to hell, Dantès instantly refreshed.

Ellie pondered for a moment: "Well... Let me think about it, where do I start?"

The atmosphere here is extremely harmonious, not to mention the heroic spirit who can be painted no matter what he does, his master meets his eyes, and his eyes are full of deep tenderness that I have not yet realized.

There seemed to be an invisible barrier that cruelly divided the room into two, the two of them were on the left, and a lonely shadow was left alone on the right.

If someone pays special attention to the deserted side, they will find a rather special small detail.

The book Avenger held in his hand only had two pages turned at the beginning, and after that, the number of pages never changed.

When Dantès spoke the first words to Airlie, a black flame rose from his hand and burned a page.

Next, the second sentence, the third sentence... Until Airlie started to tell his own "story", the book was basically unreadable.

"I seem to have said the same introduction to many people."

——My name is Airlie, and I came to this world as Caster following your call.

——I come from a land that has already disappeared, and no one knows my hometown. I have no surname, no background, and no great things. When I was alive, I was just a simple living person.

"People who lost their future became heroic spirits because of a love poem. This is probably the only bright spot I can praise. Can such a boring life really make you happy, Master?"

"I've always read other people's stories and felt the ups and downs from other people's experiences, so I'm not good at telling stories. If you like, I can talk about some touching experiences that happened to other people."

"..."

Dantès froze for a few times, and it was difficult to take back his flying thoughts.

It wasn't until the last moment that Heroic Spirit stared at him with questioning eyes that he clenched his fist involuntarily, pierced his nails deeply into his palm, and bit the dry shell on his lips before speaking.

"Is that so, it turns out that you... are Airlie, I remember, Airlie, your name, I will never forget it."

But that's not what he really wanted to say.

With apprehension, Dantès even ignored the special existence that lived in the same room as his continuation in the future.

"are you--"

——Have you already read my story?

What kind of tortuous fate the protagonist of the story will encounter, and what the end of life will be, all seem less important because of a certain extremely urgent matter.

—I am anxious to know, in the story of Edmund Dantès...

—Will you stay and stay with Edmond Dantès for a long time?

This was the question on which Dantès had spent a long time thinking.

He could feel how strong his feelings were, when the heroic spirit used his body to resist the fragile iron door—or earlier, when the heroic spirit first came to him, he couldn't control it fell in love with him.

Rationality and the reality, responsibility, and guilt towards Mercedes that he has to consider with his personality are the shackles that control him heavily. However, there is no shackle that can resist this feeling in the world.

and so--

What will be the answer?

Dantès almost opened his mouth to ask.

However, at this moment when emotions were out of control.

The tacit understanding that came from nowhere drove him to look away, and after a long time, he faced the heroic spirit in the distance again.

Avenger's hands were left with black ash that would disperse at the touch of a touch.

He didn't say anything, just patted off the ashes that fell on his body.

"..."

Perhaps, Dantès thought, he already knew the answer.