I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

"You... so suddenly..."

Cyril didn't know what to say for a moment.

Unavoidable surprise, accident, in addition to these, there is actually - touched.

He vaguely noticed that his nephews were secretly planning something, but he thought it was just a joke, and he never expected that their ideas were so bold.

Yes, from birth to now, Cyril only left the castle for a short time on the day of conferring, and never stepped out of the castle during the rest of the time.

In the past, his health was too poor, and he had to stop and take a rest after walking a few steps, so it was definitely impossible for him to go out.

Cyril is also very well-behaved, never making excessive demands to embarrass her sister.Even though, deep down in his heart, he is actually full of yearning for the outside world that cannot be touched.

However, now-

His health isn't as bad as it used to be.

Although it is not particularly good, at least I can bask in the sun without being blocked, and I can persist for a long time on my own.

Thinking about it this way, he should be able to go out...

However, if Gao Wen and the others hadn't mentioned it today, Cyril, who is used to staying at home, would not have thought of it at all.

——He ignored it, but his nephews kept thinking about it for him.

Oh, by the way.

The "information" was first provided by Gakhris.

After he knew how to read, he went to the study room with Uncle Cyril, and when he grew up, he would often read the same book with Uncle Cyril.

In addition to poetry collections and literature books, Cyril reads most travel notes.

The protagonist of the travel notes traveled all over the world, and recorded countless strange people and strange things.

Perhaps for knowledgeable people, the fake part of these contents can be seen at a glance, so they can dismiss them.But Cyril watched it with relish, and was so serious that he left notes while reading it.

He was so focused that he didn't notice at all that when he was taking notes—especially when he couldn't help marking certain place names—the boy sitting on his lap poked out half of his head and was caught On the lower half of the small face covered by the table, there was a thoughtful expression far beyond his age.

"Uncle wants to go outside and play."

Gakhris told his second brother Agguiwen about his discovery.

Compared with his eldest brother, he has a better relationship with his second brother, which is the opposite of his younger sister Gareth.Because Agguiwen is cautious and doesn't talk much, the key point is that he will not try to throw the little Gakhris into the sky like a sandbag, and then catch it after falling.

Facts have proved that his choice is correct - no wonder.

Because the eldest brother happened to be there and heard it together.

It took Agguiwen a lot of effort to get Gao Wen to give up the idea of ​​dragging his uncle outside for a run immediately, he was really exhausted.

The children of several nephews finally decided on the best plan after a rigorous and orderly discussion.

That is the present one: Let the two older children take turns carrying their uncle on their backs.Cyril can easily reach the nearest village without walking.

"...Uncle is so happy!"

Cyril was so happy and moved to tears again.

There is nothing more gratifying than being cared for by an angelic nephew. Cyril felt a warm current in his heart, but he still felt that doing so was too hard for Gawain and Age.

"The nearest village should be quite far from here, right? You're too tired to tell me, or..."

Before he could say anything, the eldest nephew with a bright smile patted his chest and gave his uncle a reassuring look: "In addition to you, uncle, I have to bring Gareth, and Gareth will be handed over to Ag. It’s just a little bit of weight, so there’s no problem at all.”

As he spoke, Gawain picked up Cyril, who was about to speak, quickly. He was able to handle it with ease, and there was a giggling little sister hanging on his chest.

"Okay! Absolutely—no problem! Gawain the future knight, brave and fearless—"

The blond boy with his uncle and sister on his body really rushed out with passion.

The second and third younger brothers, who were left far behind, showed disgusted expressions at the same time: If you throw uncle, you can wait for your mother to strangle you, Gao Wen!

The plan to smuggle Uncle Cyril with them was carried out without telling their mother Morgan.

However, that being said, no matter how hard they tried to hide it, as long as it happened in this castle, it was impossible for Morgan not to know.

Not coming out to stop him at the first time means tacitly acquiescing to them to take Cyril out - of course, the premise is that the boys don't make trouble.If something really happened, Morgan would let them deeply experience the "warmth" of their mother.

Therefore, for the safety of everyone—no matter how much you don’t want to get involved, Agguiwen can only follow.

In fact, he was not worried about whether Gao Wen would be cleaned up by his mother, but mainly worried about whether his uncle would feel uncomfortable there.

All in all, it's a hassle.

shhhhh--

The speed of a group of children was unexpectedly fast.

Go straight to the north of the castle, pass through a large area of ​​lush woods, cross a winding river, and walk forward for about ten minutes, and you will arrive at the nearest village that Gawain mentioned.

With the castle as the center, more than a hundred miles around, and more land seems to belong to the territory of the Duke of Cornwall.Therefore, the people living within his territory belong to the subjects of his aristocratic lord.

As the lord, Cyril can only feel ashamed. All matters in the territory are handled by his sister Morgan on his behalf. His understanding of this land is only in the records left by his ancestors.

So, even if Cyril was really going to be thrown out by his nephew, he was full of anticipation... um...

"What I wanted to say before was... since my sister didn't stop me, then... we can actually come here by carriage..."

(Exhausted to death) Gao Wen was stunned, sweat dripping down: "Ah?"

Ageguiwen: "It seems that you still need to read more books. Uncle will find it for him and put something in his head. At least it can make him less reckless."

Gao Wen: "Reckless—so I was reckless?! No, this is a taboo for knights. Damn it, I must learn from it."

Not to mention how the young man made up his mind to reflect on himself, and since then he has gone farther and farther from the road of perfect knights to the Prince Charming (siblings: "No, it's obviously a gorilla."), and never looks back.

At this point, they have reached their destination.

The soil under Cyril's feet seemed to have the moisture of rain and the fragrance of flowers and plants.

Although it was silly to do so, he still couldn't help it and took a few more steps on the spot.

The village is surrounded by an invisible tranquility, as if painted with a color that makes people feel peaceful at first sight.

It just so happened that some young village girls were carrying wooden barrels and were going to fetch water from a small river not far away.As soon as they reached the entrance of the village, they raised their eyes and saw the children gathered in front. They were still talking to each other, but suddenly they became quiet.

Because... among other things, the crowd in front of them is simply a natural luminous body comparable to sunlight.

There was only one serious teenager with dark hair, and the others, big and small, were shiny blonde.

Moreover, no matter how big or small—they all have exquisite looks and extraordinary temperament, and their own halos are even more shining.

"Good afternoon, beautiful ladies."

One of the glitter spoke, greeting them politely.

With such a sweet talk and such a bright smile, if it wasn't for his young age, this gentlemanly blond boy would definitely make all the women fall in love with him.

The ladies couldn't help but take a closer look, and found that this boy was an acquaintance Gao Wen who often brought his younger sister to the village to help people. He actually brought his friends this time.

"Ah! Good afternoon, little Gawain!"

"I'm here today too. Haha, I'm already an aunt. You are a real kid. Let's go to my aunt's house later."

"Little Gawain, are they your friends? Oh my, just looking at them..."

Both Cyrillic and Aggressive "!".

Where they didn't know, Gao Wen actually got to know the villagers—or maybe the women among the villagers—so well, it was really unexpected that he could make the women smile with just one word.

"No, your beauty will not be faded by time."

This sentence was said to the older woman. The 13-year-old little Gawain was really amazing, and a single sentence made the ladies extremely intoxicated.

After he finished talking to the ladies as if he had changed himself, Gawain immediately introduced: "They are not my friends. You have all met Gareth, this is my younger brother Agg, and my younger brother Gachris, Then--"

"My little uncle, Cyril."

The eyes of others finally turned to the slender young man with blond hair and green eyes.

Cyril was inexplicably nervous.

It's not because the sight of strangers will bring him pressure, but because this is the first time he has left his sister and communicated with people he has never met outside.

He really wants to make a good impression on people.

"Hi, I'm Cyril Kang... My name is Cyril." Cyril didn't think there was anything wrong with his honorific address, but he subconsciously omitted his last name.

"You are welcome, Cyril."

The women looked at each other, obviously aware that the birth of these children would definitely not be low.

Especially this young man named Cyril, even though his attitude is gentle and humble, many details on him prove that he should be a nobleman.

Common people are always in awe when they face nobles.However, it didn't take long for them to lose their temper, and the atmosphere was heated up again by Gao Wen.

Temporarily forgetting about nobles and not nobles, the women were still carrying buckets, so Gao Wen, who knew the way, took his younger siblings and uncle directly to the village to play, and when he was tired from playing, he would go to one of their homes for dinner.

Gao Wen and Gareth were the first to respond: "Okay!"

Cyril: "Can, is it possible? Will it be too disturbing..."

He hasn't gotten into it yet.

"It's okay." The last thing that reassured him was the reliable Aggie.

Agguiwen shook his head: "It's not free to eat and drink, I brought money. Before I leave later, I will remember to give the corresponding reward."

Well, having said that, it seems that there is nothing to worry about...

Maybe there are, but Cyril didn't think of it for a while.

His heart was full of excitement and joy, no matter how hard he tried to control his expression, there would be uncontrollable curiosity overflowing from his vivid green eyes.

Even though this is just an ordinary small village, everything in the village makes the boy feel happy.

A few people walked around the village first, and took a look at the general appearance of the village.

Then Cyril saw the fields.Autumn has just passed, and there are still traces of the harvest in the fields. The man I met said that it would be great if there would be heavy snow this winter. After the snow is frozen and pressed, the crops will grow better in spring.

They promised to go to someone else's house for dinner, and after shopping, they really went.

The villagers are very enthusiastic.

The sights in his eyes were full of novelty, and he had a great time playing all day long.

Food... Well, I'm not particularly used to the food, but Cyril definitely didn't complain, and ate it all happily.

It was only afterwards that he felt thankful that he did not take a carriage when he came.Cyril was watching and observing, thinking in his heart, it would be too ostentatious to come here in a carriage, he likes it very much...

"I really like... the feeling of laughing and laughing with everyone."

"The experience of this day is so happy, it's like dreaming..."

——This is after the fact, because of the wind blowing by the edge of the field for a long time, Cyril, who was sick and cold, murmured when he was unconscious from the fever.

Those who went out with him were all half-grown children, so they couldn't think so thoroughly.Morgan was also careless for a while, and was confused by his younger brother's seemingly better situation these days, so much so that he regretted it now.

While Cyril was lying on the bed with a fever, the leading two unlucky nephews had already been hung and shaken by their furious witch mother.

If Cyril was awake, he would definitely try his best to dissuade his sister. It was his own fault that he would get sick, and the door was also his own idea, and it was not the fault of his sister or nephew at all.

However...he was so hot that his fever didn't subside, and he could only lie on the bed in a daze.

……

The chaotic consciousness drifted into the distance unknowingly, and suddenly sank again.

Cyril "woke up".

The familiar fragrance of flowers brought back memories, which made him open his eyes in a trance, and sat up among the flowers all at once.

"……what?"

He blinked, and at first he didn't slow down, feeling very dazed in his heart.

But then, after distinguishing between the world and the dream, Cyril understood.

He was dreaming, and somehow, after many years, he came to the "fairyland" in the dream again.

The sea of ​​flowers in the fairyland seems to have remained unchanged for years, as gorgeous and colorful as it was a few years ago.Even the flowers that were bent by him were so energetic, and after he sat up, they stood upright again unscathed.

A vast expanse of flowers is half the height of a young man, swaying in the wind, creating colorful waves.

"Mr. Fairy—here?"

Cyril would not forget the white elf with beautiful eyes, so when he found himself in the dreamland again, he looked forward to it.

He opened his eyes and looked far away, but the shadow he had seen twice did not appear in his sight range.Just as the boy was about to get up, there was a little more weight on the top of his head.

It's actually very light weight.

Someone touched his head from behind, rubbing his fingertips between the fluttering blond hair, adding a little soft warmth.

"You're here."

said Mr Goblin.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Cyril vaguely felt that Mr. Elf was not surprised that he would come, as if he had already expected it.

Moreover, his tone...is also a little strange.

But Cyril couldn't tell where the strange place was.He didn't think much about it, and quickly ignored this detail.

"Mr. Elf, are you waiting for me?"

When the hand that was stroking the top of his head was withdrawn, Cyril wanted to turn his head to look at him, but suddenly changed his mind and turned his head back——and accidentally turned his head back.

Before he could see the white shadow clearly, he couldn't stabilize himself, and his whole body fell back, and fell back into the flowers all at once.

Cyril: "Oh."

Fragments of grass leaves were splashed and fell on the tip of his nose. Before he brushed the leaves away, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and smile at Mr. Fairy who finally appeared in his eyes.

——What a lively, what a lovely child.

Mr. Goblin looked at him and couldn't help sighing in his heart.

"Yes, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

He squatted down leisurely, the ends of his white hair and the corner of his long robe fell into the flowers.

Cyril immediately noticed the ear-like petals in Mr. Goblin's hair. To be honest, he had noticed them the previous two times and wanted to touch them, but out of politeness, he restrained himself well.

Every time we meet, there will be a long time lapse from the previous one, but Cyril already has a good impression of Mr. Elf in the fairyland, and he chatted very happily. It was last night.

"A lot of interesting things happened today." Cyril couldn't wait to tell Mr. Elf: "I didn't read the story from the book, I experienced it myself. Mr. Elf, if you have time, if you want, you can listen to me ?"

Of course, Mr. Goblin did not refuse: "Okay."

So, Cyril began to share with Mr. Fairy his experience before he had a fever and fainted.

Except for the goblin who only appeared in the dream a few times, no one could hear him say this.

He said that for the first time in the true sense, he took a trip not too far away, saw many novel things, met very friendly people, and his nephews helped him fulfill a wish, and he was very grateful to them.

He didn't forget that a certain farmer casually said that he hoped that there would be snow in winter.

"Last winter, it snowed for a few days, and my sister was very upset, and said that she would not let it fall again this year." Cyril frowned in distress, and said in a low voice, "But I want to persuade my sister not to be angry, the snow fell, It can make people have a good harvest, which is a good thing.”

Mr. Goblin said: "Ah, there is such a saying in the human world...it is indeed a good thing, but why is your sister angry?"

Seemingly a simple question, Cyril was silent.

The blond boy's eyes shifted slightly, and it took so long before he braced himself up vigorously.After sitting up, put your hands on your knees.

"Because, in winter, I often get sick. If it snows again, even if there is a fire around me, I will feel... very cold, uh."

Hearing this, Mr. Fairy's expression changed slightly.

"Snow will make you sick, knowing it will, do you still hope that there will be a heavy snow this winter?"

"Well...Of course." Cyril didn't hesitate for a long time, and answered after thinking about it.

He said seriously: "It's just going to be uncomfortable for a while, I can bear it."

"..."

"Cyril, you are really a..."

Cyril couldn't remember whether he had told Mr. Elf his name, but since he called it out, he should have told it.

Mr. Goblin patted his head again.

"Good boy."

And praised him with such a nice voice.

"Huh? Why do you say that." He was puzzled, because he didn't feel that he had done anything worthy of praise, but would feel guilty instead: "It would be great if it could make everyone happy. If I get sick, my sister will be sad. Really Worry, it's all because I'm too fragile, and I don't want to make my sister sad."

"Your body can actually..."

The unfinished ending dissipated like smoke, and Mr. Goblin stopped the thought of going on, and he didn't speak again for the next time.

Cyril did not doubt that he was there, and continued to talk in a brisk tone about his pitifully little knowledge, but it was especially valuable to him.

His words, his eyes, or his heart - there is no resentment or dissatisfaction, all are full of respect and expectation for life.

Mr. Goblin thought he could find no reason to dislike the boy, even with all the complications, and even the most troublesome vengeance involved.

The hatred seems to be only related to a few people, but the cause and effect of the spread has fallen on Cyril that cannot be ignored.

"Destiny" is disrupted, and the vision of the future is cloudy and unclear, even clairvoyance cannot see through it.

The only thing that is certain is that many people will be involved, including Cyril, and... himself who should be a bystander.

Mr. Goblin really didn't understand how he could be involved.

And, barely obtained vague information suggests that he will bond more with the human child he met in his dream...

Weird, really weird.

Cyril's situation made him feel emotional, but at present, it is only at the point of emotion.

What Mr. Fairy cares about is actually the identity behind Cyril.

— Youngest son of the Duke and Duchess of Cornwall, younger brother of Morgan...

——Hey, it seems that it is really destined to be involved in the fate in reality.

In the dream, Mr. Fairy... No, the magician who has not revealed his real name sighed leisurely, attracting the concerned gaze of the blond boy.

"What's wrong with you? Are you bored, sorry!"

"No." The magician smiled, "I just thought of something that probably wasn't very good, and then... I look forward to seeing you next time, Cyril."

At that time, Cyril didn't know the true meaning of the magician's words "see you next time", let alone that with this night as the dividing point, from then on, another turning point in his life, before he was ready When it hit suddenly, like a sudden storm.

He just woke up from the dream as smoothly as usual.

The fever had subsided, the window was opened a crack, but the sky outside was still dim.

Wait until dawn soon.

Morgan, who was supposed to stay by his brother's bedside all night, disappeared, and a certain news that shocked the whole country reached Cyril's castle earlier than Morgan, who had just returned before the night.

Just the day before, that is, the night when Cyril fell asleep with a fever.

Their king, Uther, died of illness.

The king left a will and did not choose an heir to the throne.

As long as there is a warrior who can pull out the sword in the stone that appeared in the church overnight, then he is the future king of Britain.

Pull out the sword of Wangxuan, the destined one - the king of Britain.