[Tutorial] When the strategy is in progress

The sweet scent of tea is enveloping, and the mist winds around the nose. At that time, the young man's face was quiet, all the hustle and bustle was hidden in his eyes, and there was no murderous atmosphere between his white fingers, and the curling tea scent filled his eyes With ten fingers, the movement is elegant and soothing, and time seems to have stopped in the tea fragrance.

The tea was sent by Giotto's pen pal in a foreign country when he was young.

Picking up the teacup scalded with the first pot of roughly brewed tea with a clip, Mi flipped his wrist to pour out the tea in the cup again.

Although the tea ceremony was learned in junior high school, it is not impossible to forget it all now. Mi poured the boiling water again with a focused expression, and the hot air caressed the palm of his hand, leaving tiny drops of water.

[Come and try it. 】After finishing the process of making tea, Mi picked up the teacup and smelled the fragrance of the tea lightly before changing the leadership.

The young man who smelled the fragrance paused, and when the blond boy opened his eyes again, the corners of his lips curled up curiously. The heat from the porcelain cup on his fingertips was not scorching. The young man also smelled the tea, and then lightly Take a sip.

【How about it? ] Mi asked.

【good smell. 】The young man replied sincerely, he raised the corners of his lips and slightly bent his eyebrows and eyes【The tea made by Mi has lost that astringent taste. 】

It's not that I haven't drunk tea, but no matter how the tea is brewed, whether it's served in a delicate porcelain cup or a rough clay cup, there will always be an astringent taste lingering between my lips and teeth.

Recently, the rebellion around Palermo broke out again, and the guys with evil intentions also took advantage of this crisis to start making waves. In order to protect the innocent people, Pengelie once again stood at the forefront of this storm, and it was rare to fight one after another. During the battle against foreign enemies, he had to rest for a while, and received tea from a friend in a foreign country, and happened to be able to make tea, so Giotto also became interested in tasting tea during this gap.

Last moment, standing in front of his companion with his hands stained with blood, his soul felt deeply helpless after being exhausted, but now it has been purified by the long-lasting fragrance of tea, and even his tense nerves can't help but relax a lot.

[Wait for G and the others to come back, let’s brew it for everyone to drink again. 】The young man slowly drank the tea in his hand, then glanced at the exquisite tea set with a little regret, and returned to his desk to examine the battle reports sent from other places.

【Um. ] Mi responded, and was not angry that Giotto only drank a cup of tea that she carefully brewed. That tea was originally used by her to make the boy relax. Now that the goal has been achieved, there is no need to regret it.

Time has polished the edges and corners of the young man in an imperceptible way, condensing the warmth accumulated over the years into a restrained elegance. Although he is still a young man, the gentle and smiling appearance does not have the spirit of youth. With more and more blood and blood, a faint sense of melancholy always hovered between the young man's brows.

He seemed to have changed, and he seemed not to have changed.

Mi stared at the battle report in a daze. As early as when she decided not to meddle in Pengoli's affairs, she would never express any opinions on these reports. But fortunately, the boy's way of handling things and handling methods is not inferior, but has become Even more so than her, she gradually became a very reliable person.

"Giotto!" The person who hastily opened the door and barged in and called Giotto's name was a red-haired boy. When Giotto looked at Kozart, Mi silently closed his eyes to isolate himself from the fact that he had gradually let go. Light thoughts.

"What's the matter, Kozart?" Cozart who broke in was still wounded. He seemed to have just returned from the battlefield, bleeding all over his body. "You were injured."

"G is under siege!" Kozart looked at Giotto with a pale face and said, covering his injured arm, "Let me help him."

The blond boy quickly calmed down after being dazed at the beginning. He frowned and muttered, "You're hurt, Kozart." Intuition told him not to worry, with G's ability, he would definitely come back alive, but his sensibility was greater than his rational impulse.

G's handling of things is getting more and more stable, and that's why he let G take people to ambush behind the rebels. Now being besieged is too dangerous, if he doesn't intuitively tell him that G is fine, he can put G down and do other things of.

"Giotto, the others haven't come back yet, if you're waiting..."

"Listen to me, Kozart, you go to the treatment first." Giotto looked at Kozart, although the other party has not clearly joined the self-defense group, but still helps him with all his strength, he can't risk Kozart "There, G, I already know what to do."

The blond-haired boy looked cautious, and he could see that he had thought about it seriously. The red-haired boy finally chose to trust Giotto and nodded.

[Giotto, what do you want to do? 】At present, there is indeed no one to lead, and Mi can also feel that the young man seems to have made a decision. She hesitated for a while before asking.

After Cozart left, the boy closed the door. He looked at the blood on the carpet, and then jumped out of the window with a few run-ups [go to support G. 】

The boy's firm eyes seemed unshakable by any words. He withdrew his former gentleness, and a bit of sharpness was hidden between his indifferent brows. The golden bangs on his nose were blown by the wind, and the always gentle brows and eyes were like swords drawn as sharp.

【you alone? ] Nathan asked anxiously [This would be very dangerous, Giotto. 】

[If you take people away, the defense of the headquarters will be empty. 】At this time, Giotto actually analyzed with her in an orderly manner【Only Pengo Lie is still there, even if I die, I believe this feeling of wanting to protect will be passed on to those who understand it.I can't turn a blind eye to the danger of my companions. 】

【You will not die. ] Not knowing what to refute him, Mi hastily repeated the point【...I will help you too. 】

【I know. 】

The place where the people led by G ambushed but was besieged was on a mountain range in the outskirts of Frangau. The long Apennine Mountains passed here, winding away in the distance, and found a fast horse in the self-defense regiment. Giotto quickly rushed towards G's position.

The sound of the wind was whistling in his ears, the summer wind was very gentle and cool, Mi opened the perspective of God to pay attention to his surroundings.

[Don't go through the village entrance, leave the village by the path in the northwest. 】Mi said softly, as if afraid that Giotto would not believe it, she hastily added a sentence【I don’t know who set a trap at the entrance of the village. 】

【Um. 】Giotto turned around and ran towards the small road in the northwest direction according to Mi's words, and cooperated with Mi trustingly without too many questions.

[The road ahead has been fought before, and it is more troublesome to pass through that section. It will be faster to take a shortcut from the small forest next to it, although the road there is a bit muddy. 】Mi, who has never left Giotto's body in theory, knows that these are really incredible, but Giotto still completely obeys Mi's words, of course, it is also due to his super intuition.

From the path in the mountains, I took a shortcut with lush trees and almost no people. Finally, after crossing a small stream, I saw the towering mountains in the distance. Giotto found another road suitable for riding uphill according to Mi's words.

From Frangau to the outer suburbs near the Apennines, it takes several hours to walk on the avenue. Instead, he took such a deserted trail that almost no one has traveled, and arrived within an hour. Giotto arrived after going up the mountain Abandoning his mother, he carefully rushed towards the other side of the hill where the ambush was originally planned.

[Wait a minute, Giotto. ] From God's vision, Mi quickly found out that something was wrong and quickly stopped [This mountain is a bit strange. 】

The young man stopped in his tracks, stood on the spot and looked around for a while [It's too quiet. 】The young man who had already felt it said softly 【It's too quiet here, like...】

[It's like a trap. 】

Because he was too worried about his companion and ignored the super-intuitive reminder, the boy stood there seemingly casually, but his hand has already touched the pistol calmly.

[At six o'clock, two ambushed. ]Mi zoomed in and looked at the surrounding situation [There is one person at the direction of twelve o'clock and the direction of three o'clock, and the others are ambush farther away, but the range of their weapons can also include this place in the attack range, and the people in the distance Considering that there are too many people on the periphery, Giotto cannot be overpowered. Maybe he can break through from the weakest defense on the left front. 】

This ambush was obviously aimed at Giotto, the leader of the self-defense regiment. Although I don't know who on the other side can understand Giotto's character so far, but now is obviously not the time to think about it.

The line marking the imminent attack has gradually become clear in my mind, and Mi Shen said [They will shoot together in ten seconds. 】

Just when Mi wanted to ask her to provide a protective cover, a certain sense of dizziness suddenly hit her brain, and after a burst of noise similar to a circuit disorder, a voice that she hadn’t heard for so long thought she might never hear it again. Hey, everyone's beloved System Lord, I'm back again! 】

[Do you want to unify? Do you want to unify!? 】The voice he was talking to himself didn't seem to notice Mi's stiffness and sluggishness, and he was still speaking cheerfully with a flat electronic voice 【What's wrong, Xiao Mi!Do you want to be stupid? 】

President, you are back.More than once, I had the thought that I would never see Tong and never go home again. Now I heard Tong's voice again, and there was a subtle soreness that proliferated along with the throbbing of the soul. Want to cry, no matter how old she is, she is still a child in front of Tong.

[In this terrible place where there are no raiders, Xiao Mi, do you know how much effort it took me to recover my energy? 】The voice was trembling like showing off, and the appearance of being beaten was the same as before 【Okay, Xiao Mi, let’s talk about it later, now let’s die and go back to our host body... Oh no, it’s Xiao Mi’s body! 】

How could she not know how much time Tong spent, every minute of every day was imprinted on her soul, telling her over and over again how long she hadn't heard Tong's voice, how long had she not seen Nana's mother and Gang Ji, how long have you been away from your normal life!

She and Giotto are indeed living in the same body intimately, and often live together without distinction, but Giotto can only be Giotto, he cannot be the same, nor can he be someone else she misses, even if it lasts for a long time Living together will make her gradually care about this person, but he still can't make Mi stop thinking about other relatives.

She couldn't say it, she could only bury this loss and depression in her bones.