The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

The Book of Shadows is the bible for all wizards. It is handwritten by family members or mentors to the next wizard. It records all kinds of witchcraft, props, rituals and secret knowledge written by the ancestors. The shadow in the hands of every wizard Every book will be different.

But as we all know, the oldest book of shadows still has twelve fragments left outside, and each fragment records ancient and mysterious forbidden techniques.

Witchcraft? Reversal of time and space is one of the forbidden techniques. It can realize individual time and space jumps, and reverse the soul of the past or future with the soul of the body, but it cannot be used to change history, nor can it determine the time and space of the jump ( It seems that there is no egg use)...Because this technique is very unstable, it must be used with caution.

Kiria, Fiona, Jeremy, Yimeler, and Wei Ya gathered for a small meeting, mainly aimed at Camillo's abnormal behavior these days. It can be summed up in one word:

--old.

Jeremy: "Drinking tea and watching the sunset every evening is a bit like the habit of the old man in Kuran Village."

Kiriya patted the table to agree: "Exactly! He has such a good temper. I told him several times to drink his medicine on time, and I promised him well, but I forgot about it in a blink of an eye."

Fiona let out a long sigh, and muttered, "At first I thought his personality had become cute... But when I went to tease him in the morning, he patted my head, smiled and walked away."

Wei Ya gritted his teeth: "...he also touched my head."

He obviously came to the door to provoke him. He deliberately broke into Camillo's study and threw all the documents on his desk to the ground. As a result, Camillo walked into the room, picked up the papers on the floor as if nothing had happened, and then closed the window. .

Then he turned around and looked at Wei Ya suspiciously: "Hmm...? Are you lost?"

Wei Ya didn't want to recall the later things anymore, anyway, it was Camillo who was stroking his head and sending him to the guards with a smile: "Please lead Majesty Wei Ya to his room."

That look!That look!Completely treat him like a ten-year-old brat!

After hearing what had happened, Kiriya immediately rolled her eyes, and sarcastically said, "Hey -- you're childish when you drop documents in someone's study, okay?"

"Are you kidding me!" Wei Ya stood up aggressively, "I am carrying a sword, ready to challenge him anytime!"

Kylia snorted and changed the subject: "One more thing is strange, didn't Princess Maya wake up last night, and Camillo also went to visit her. I don't know that kid always hates children. He actually played with the child all night and read her a bedtime story, he is completely a loving father... oh no, a kind grandpa."

Yimil's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he finally couldn't help it after he hadn't spoken for a long time: "Actually... not only that, Camillo also went to chat with Lilith all afternoon."

"What!?" Kylia and Veya shouted at the same time.

"Did something happen?" The two said in unison again, but one was out of worry, and the other was gloating.

Yimil shook his head, and said calmly: "I kept that child in the house and didn't go out. It was Camillo who took the initiative to find her. He just took care of Lilith's body and gave him some toys. Anyway... …is very strange.”

Also, what did Camelot mean when he said "Long time no see" to him that day.

Camillo slowly put down the black tea in his hand, leaned on the sofa, and looked at the faint blush outside the window.

This is the most relaxing time of the day for him, and it seems to have subtly resonated with the sunset, gently and slowly changing from crimson to dark red, and then to light red.

At this time, two coughs suddenly came from the bed.

Camillo raised his eyelids and hurried to the bed.

After being in a coma for three days, Amedeo finally woke up, coughing at the bedside.

"...May?" Camillo's voice trembled slightly, he quickly brought a cloth towel, his knees almost knelt on the ground, covering the blood he coughed up for him.

"Are you feeling better?" Camillo stroked his back, and when he stopped coughing, he helped him cover the quilt again, turned around and washed a towel with hot water, and helped him wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Ki Liya said that you will cough up some blood when you wake up, try to bear it as much as you can, so as not to break open the wound."

When he raised his head, he happened to meet Amedeo's eyes. At that moment, his breathing trembled involuntarily, his heartbeat became faster and faster, and the excitement and bitterness rushed to his face, and every inch of him became warm. His cold soul, he still can't give up...

Camillo tried hard to control his heartbeat to calm down, but he opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word. All the conversations he had planned before, all turned into silence the moment the two looked at each other.

His eyes gradually blurred...

Camillo turned around quickly and poured a glass of warm water on the table: "Are you thirsty, I'll pour you a glass of water."

He walked over with the water in his hand, Amedeo's gaze stayed on his face, and the light in his pupils was unpredictable: "Who are you...?"

The cup in Camillo's hand trembled, and some of the water in the cup spilled out.

"You are not Camillo, neither of the two characters." After a while, as if he couldn't bear it, he changed his words again, "You... are not like the Camillo I know."

Camillo couldn't help but smile bitterly. He closed his eyes, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and said with a slight sigh in his tone, "Mei, I miss you very much."

Those few words were light and faint, but they contained emotions that Amedeo could not understand.

Amedeo asked him what that meant.

Camillo smiled and said, I will tell you after you drink this glass of water.

That coaxing tone Amedeo is inexplicably familiar, as if the time went back more than 100 years ago, he coaxed the ignorant Camillo and the stubborn Serena in this way, but now the people being coaxed are reversed became him.

But such words, coming from this mouth, did not violate harmony. From his demeanor to the smile on his face, there was an indescribable maturity.

And this kind of maturity must have experienced the worldly affairs, understood many life principles, and reached the realm that can be reached.

After drinking a glass of water, Amedeo probably guessed the answer.

"I don't belong to this era." Camillo chuckled, "Sobica used space-time witchcraft to prevent my divine power from going berserk, but she summoned me from the future. At that time, I had reached the realm of creation. , so it was a cheat, causing Roger and the others to lose without a fight."

"You killed all of them?" Amedeo was stunned.

"No, I can't change history, or the current me will disappear," Camillo gently put down the water glass, and gently held his hand under the quilt. Seeing that he did not resist, he gradually intersected with his fingers "You don't know how much I cherish the time I spend with you now."

It's not that Amedeo didn't resist, but his body froze uncontrollably, like the first caress from a lover, shy, strange and trembling.

He wanted to ask where the original Camillo had gone, but he couldn't ask, because this person said he wanted to see him, and he was afraid of hurting this person's heart.

Camilo propped himself on the bed with one hand, and leaned down slightly. The unsettled feelings in his heart seemed to be completely calmed down only by kissing.

The lips of the two were only slightly closer, but Amedeo suddenly avoided it.

Seeing that Camillo suddenly opened his eyes, he looked a little flustered, and there was a layer of water in his eyes: "...Sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?"

Amedeo pursed his lips tightly, and lowered his eyes nervously, until Camillo slowly withdrew his hand, and he hurriedly grabbed him, "Don't go."

Camillo put his hands under the quilt and covered him, "It's time for me to meet the minister, and I'll see you after dinner."

Outside the door, Ji Liya's voice sounded inappropriately: "Don't think about it! After dinner, you can go to bed and rest, I will personally, supervise, supervise!"

Camillo hurried out to stop her, and lowered his voice: "Amadeo just woke up, don't say I was injured, it will affect his recovery."

Kiriya took advantage of the situation and threatened: "If you don't sleep or drink medicine today..."

"I'll definitely do it," Camillo agreed with a smile, "I'll trouble you to review Amedeo's injury."

Kylia froze in place, raised her eyebrows and looked at the back of Camillo who was going away: What's wrong, where did your temper go?

Camelot walked out of the dormitory, and saw Jeremy guarding the door in armor, "How is your injury, and you started wearing armor?"

Jeremy respectfully gave a military salute: "Return to the king, the wound is fine, wearing armor is the honor of a soldier!"

Camillo glanced at his still swollen right hand and said, "When I was young, I didn't know how to take care of my body. I'm prone to rheumatism in the future. Don't wear armor tomorrow."

"Uh...yes!" Jeremy was a little dazed, but he still abided by the principle of not asking what should not be asked, and followed Camillo into the main hall obediently.

Camillo didn't like maids serving him, so Jeremy personally arranged for him the clothes and the like.

"The person I'm going to see later is the Lord of Kaila City, right?" Camillo asked in the corridor.

"It's the castellan." Jeremy opened the door of the bedroom for him, and bowed as a gesture of invitation.

Camelot walked into the room, turned around and checked again: "The acting city lord?"

"Yes," Jeremy closed the door, and began to look for the dress for the dinner in the closet. "The original city lord died in the dragon siege battle, and now this is the city lord's cousin."

"Oh……"

Jeremy came out looking for a blue dress with a white shirt and a light brown vest. Camillo only took one look, then shook his head and said, "Change to a dark one."

Jeremy nodded, turned around and changed into a dark red dress. The combination of gold and red was in line with the lofty status of the royal family. The egg-sized ruby ​​bow tie also reflected the elegance and arrogance of the nobility.

"Let's put it away." Camillo wrote helplessness on his face.

He had to get up and choose clothes himself, and he ended up wearing a dark brown suit without a tie, just an obsidian brooch, and he also picked out a hawk-headed walking stick inlaid with black gemstones.

Turning around, he saw Jeremy's unbelievable expression, and Camillo had no choice but to put down his crutches, "...I'll take a look."

Even so, this attire looked very much like the clothes of an upper-class old gentleman. If Jeremy hadn't been chasing after him, Camillo wouldn't even want to wear a cape.

The main reason is that this fur cloak with silver trim is too bright... It doesn't meet the old man's aesthetics.

The author has something to say: Camillo popularity poll, which of the following rice do you like best:

A. Millet (the kind that bites)

B. White rice (Our Lady’s Natural Moe)

C. Black rice (tch)

D. Old... rice (I'm not old, just mature!)