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On this day, a vision suddenly appeared, and a soft holy light sprinkled from the God Realm above the nine heavens. This radiance pierced through thousands of layers of clouds and mists, and descended into the world, bringing hope to its believers.

The pope opened his eyes wide. He was already in his old age and rushed into the temple in spite of his illness to accept God's will.

A teleportation beam leading to the God Realm shot directly from the sky to the entrance of the temple.

Immediately, the temple was completely surrounded, and Wayne, who stabilized the Holy See and Kingdom, took the lead to suppress the noisy people, watching the light beam quietly until the Pope brought the divine attainment.

But every word the pope said was very false to his ears.

He said that the holy capital has been invaded by dark forces for many days, and the Holy Son was very saddened by the destruction of his own people. He had sacrificed his own body to the God of Light, and his pure soul would remain in God forever. bounded.

The wish of the Holy Son is world peace, and he left behind a sacred stone to protect the holy capital and the people in its territory.

Wayne gritted his teeth, controlled his emotions, and kept himself in a decent appearance, otherwise, he might really lose control and go crazy in front of everyone.

After the Pope finished speaking, the teleportation array passed down by the Holy Light began to rotate.

Everyone is looking forward to what will happen in the teleportation array.

Krent, who had not long since returned to the Holy Capital, had red eyes. He remembered that His Excellency disappeared in such a teleportation array shining with holy light. He did not believe what the Pope said at all. How much he expected that His Excellency would be there next time. Seconds, reappeared in this teleportation array.

Then, with his pair of blue eyes, he found his figure from a distance, crossed over surrounded by several people, came to him, and said with a smile, "Look, I promised you, I haven't returned safely Well."

However, when the holy light disappeared, the teleportation array also stopped rotating, and there was only a spar lying quietly on the ground.

Everyone shouted excitedly, obviously this is the sacred stone that the pope said.

Krent was stunned for a while, then broke through the crowd without hesitation, stepped forward frantically, and held it in his arms. This is the spar he gave to your lord before leaving!

Although it has obviously been purified, its whole body is crystal blue, shining with holy light, but he will never be able to mistake its shape and its breath!

Thinking that this is the only relic of the adults, Krent's heart is broken.

This spar seemed to be conscious, and flew out of his arms, no matter how tightly his hands clenched, they couldn't catch him.Krent knelt down on his knees, watching the spar fly into the distance, his hands were empty, and he still couldn't grasp anything.

He had never caught the lord, and now he couldn't even catch the only thing the lord left behind.

The spar floated up and down and flew to the interior of the temple. The pope hurriedly followed, and the rest of the idlers were stopped outside and not allowed to get close.

It was obviously given a mission. After entering the temple, he quickly found the holy object. After vibrating for a while as if attracting each other, the spar rotated by itself. The holy light on his body was full of power, gradually Repairing the holy relics that have been somewhat broken.

When the holy relic was emitted again, the power of the holy screen reached its peak and it was indestructible. The people of the entire holy capital could feel this change, and couldn't help cheering loudly.

As for the spar just now, after all the essence was absorbed, it was already dull and dull, like an ordinary stone with a slightly better color that was discarded and landed at the entrance of the temple.

At least it is a sacred stone, even if it is useless, it can still be enshrined. Wayne saw it and wanted to go forward, but another person had already picked it up.

He firmly held the spar that had turned from black to blue in his palm, treating it as a treasure.

Krent looked at it carefully. This color is pure and beautiful, just like... an adult's eyes.

After a long time, after confirming that it would not disappear again, I carefully rubbed it, and branded a kiss on it, sincere and loyal, a drop of tear fell on the spar, as if a faint light flickered, and there was a new lease of life. life.

……

Wayne stared at it for a while, then quietly looked away. It stands to reason that he should take back the spar, but the aura between them was very strange, as if the spar belonged to him in the first place... Since the stone also It's useless, forget it.

He turned his head and found that Zhou's people were all smiling with joy, cheering for the restoration of the holy relic. It seemed that no one was immersed in the sorrow of the sacrifice of the Son.

He curled the corner of his mouth and laughed along with the people around him, but when he touched his face, he felt a chill.

When you laugh, the world laughs with you; when you cry, you cry alone.

The reason why the Holy Son left was to use himself to restore the sacred object.Since he will leave in the future, why promise him such a sweet oath?The contradictory little Shengzi is not cute at all... Wayne laughed, but he still likes it.

……

Time flies, it is already a year later.

Even though he is the aloof saint son, he was once the object of people's reverence and the center of the Holy See.However, the world will continue without him.

"Look, everyone, it's Master Wayne!" A child pointed to the flying beast specially used by the Holy See in the sky, with an innocent smile on his face.

Hearing Mr. Wayne, the people immediately cheered and threw the flowers in their hands high into the sky.

The assistant Eric has been following Wayne to do business. After seeing how much the people love Wayne, he said with a smile on his face, "My lord, look, how much you are loved by the people, and this holy capital is undoubtedly the most beautiful in the mainland." city ​​of!"

Wayne slightly bent the corners of his mouth, combed the flying beast's mane with his fingers, and looked down at the city he had guarded for several years, without sadness or joy.

The only melancholy is that he feels that the splendor of the holy capital today is undoubtedly bought by his beloved.

For this, he couldn't be happier.

Facing Eric's smiling face, Wayne smiled helplessly, "Without my lord, there is no one to share the beautiful holy capital with."

This sentence made the other party's expression freeze, and he lowered his head and sighed again and again.He could feel Lord Wayne, and even after so long, he still couldn't forget that Lord.

During this period of time, Lord Wayne was overly sad, and even ignored the affairs of the Holy Capital. This made everyone anxious, but there was nothing they could do.

"My lord, please tell me something happy. Captain Krent has taken back the land that the God of Darkness ceded a hundred years ago!" Eric said the most exciting thing in the Holy City recently, hoping that this will make people feel happy. Wayne felt better.

"Reward." Wayne said casually, still looking flat.

Since Aize left, Krent's remaining trace of love has disappeared, and he has completely become a brave and ruthless knight leader. He not only maintains and stabilizes the peace of the Holy Land, but also leads the army to suppress the border, step by step. The forces of darkness forced back, and even regained the land that the sect of darkness plundered thousands of years ago.

He has long since stopped confronting Krent. Since the adults don't want him to hurt this District [-] person, he will not do things that make the adults unhappy.

Anyway, no one will be able to snatch the Holy Son away from him again.

Thin rain fell from the sky, Wayne raised his head in a trance, Eric reminded softly beside him, "Master Wayne, it's raining, let's go back soon."

He nodded, and the figures of the man and the flying beast disappeared in the rain.

In the knight camp on the other side, Dick patted Krent on the shoulder, "Master, it's raining!"

Krent nodded, not intending to hide from the rain at all, and still stood straight in the rain.

Dick's long chestnut hair was wet and stuck to his shoulders. He wanted to hide from the rain with him, but considering Krent's weird temper, he stood patiently with him. After all, after the Son left, he He is the only comrade-in-arms who is familiar with this leader.

"Do you like rainy days very much? Every time it rains, you don't hold an umbrella or hide from the rain."

He asked with a smile, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

"I don't know how to say it." Krent held back for a long time, and could only speak like this.

After all, even a few words can't describe a ten-thousandth of the past between him and the adults, and that kind of secret and sweet love will never exist again.

The cold rain hit the face, turning into a drop of water, winding down the chin and neck, and flowing into the chest, and the heart seemed to feel the coolness.

The wet clothes are sticky and greasy on the skin, which is uncomfortable, but why does he keep getting in the rain? He just wants to find the feeling of being in the rain with adults again. When he was hit by the raindrops, he closed his eyes. I can still recall how the two of them ran happily in the rain holding hands that day.

It is with this memory that he recalls the past that he has recalled a thousand times.

Dick could also see it, but he had no choice but to do it. Krent didn't understand sex at first, and the one he cared about died as a sacrifice a year ago. Without his son, Krent Lent is afraid that he will never have the chance to enlighten himself in the future.

Back then, who would have thought that such a thing would happen... Is a piece of happiness so hard to get.

Dick sighed leisurely, mourning for his friend, not wanting to make this lonely atmosphere even more melancholy in the rainy day, he pointed to the two monsters sticking together and playing with each other in the distance and asked with a smile: "The relationship between Silver Horn and King Yan is really good. It's just that their names are very strange, did you choose them?"

Dick looked at the two lively guys with great interest, hoping that they would bring some joy to Clent.

But Krent lowered his eyes silently, "It's my lord."

Dick was at a loss for words, and immediately realized that he had asked the wrong question. The only one who could be honored as an adult by Krent was the Holy Son.With such a strange name for the monsters, he should have thought that it was given by the Holy Son.

He was overwhelmed with guilt, and a tall man came from a distance, holding an umbrella in his hand.

"Sonil, why are you here?" Dick frowned slightly.The knight camp is not a place where a prince should come.

The blond man handed the umbrella over his head. The wide umbrella cut off all the rain. He held Dick's shoulders dissatisfied and found it was cold. He warmed himself up, and replied angrily, "If I don't come to look for you, why don't you go back to the palace to look for His Highness!"

Dick remained silent.Obviously not going to take the initiative to find him.

Solnier sighed slightly, with a trace of helplessness and connivance in his always defiant eyes, "If you catch a cold, let's see how my Highness will deal with you tonight."

Hearing his words, Dick was a little agitated, and shrank his body, "You still want to force me?!" He widened his eyes and spoke sharply, but there was no shyness in his eyes.

"Don't be angry, you have been hiding from Your Highness for so long, go back..." The man lowered his umbrella, bent slightly, and seemed to kiss Dick on the cheek, but the lowered umbrella covered Dick's face. Lunt's sight, of course, he just didn't want to look at it.

Such ambiguous and viscous feelings were brewing thick and romantic in the rain. After Dick said goodbye to him, Solnier took his hand. Dick just shook his hand twice, and let him go without shaking.

Looking at the backs of the two leaving, Krent relaxed his body and raised his head slightly. The impenetrable sky kept dripping rain, flooding into his eyes, clouding his entire eyes, and his vision became foggy. It was foggy, maybe it was a physiological reaction, and the warm liquid inevitably overflowed from the eye sockets.

In front of such a cloud of rain and mist, it was like a dream, and he began to dream unrealistically and unscrupulously.

If the adults are still there, is there any chance for him to hold hands with the adults like Dick and Solnier?

……

The rain stopped, Wayne washed up, put on his nightgown, and came to the place he had missed for a long time. This room was a forbidden area in the castle, and only he was qualified to enter it, and he carefully maintained the room inside. Furniture and furnishings are never allowed to change in the slightest, and must be exactly the same as before the Son left.

Only here did he feel that the oppressive heaviness in his heart was relieved.

The maid outside the door bent down and asked softly, "Master Wayne, would you like to rest in the Son's room?"

Wayne hesitated, then nodded.

Since he left, he occasionally comes to his room to rest.

Whenever he lay down on the bed of the Holy Son, hugging his quilt and pillow, the faint fragrance lingering in his nose would always make him feel his presence again. The wild beast fell asleep after being soothed.

But he was worried and didn't dare to come too many times.He was afraid that the smell would dissipate, and he would never be able to find it again.

He seemed tireless, caressing the delicate and luxurious blanket in the room.As he remembered, Little Shengzi loved this fluffy blanket the most, every time he would roll on it like a naughty little monster, and then rub his face against the softest hair on the top.

He couldn't bear to think about it anymore, fearing that he would stay up all night again tonight.But, how can you not want to, every place here carries their memories.

For a moment, his heart was very empty, and Wayne's spirit was like a thin string, which would break at any moment. He walked quickly to the back garden and walked into a passionate flower garden.

Every flower here grows gratifyingly, and the owner must have spent a lot of thought on taking care of it.

Wayne knelt down, held the flowers in his hands and stroked them carefully, then knelt on one knee again, and murmured.

He only hoped that his memory would stay forever at that time, that young man who had just started to love, used the raw magic he had just learned to conjure a half-finished product with a bad appearance, with a shy and persistent expression, holding flowers, and whispered his love.

He didn't know how many times he thought of the first time the little saint gave him flowers. The cute appearance of the little saint at that time still makes his heart beat faster when he thinks about it now, and his memory is still fresh. Once again, wishing to remember every detail clearly and carefully, for fear of forgetting the only remaining memory.

Immersed in memories, his eyes were empty, and he slowly revealed a smile, but the smile appeared very pale at the corner of his mouth.

The gardener in the distance was waving the scissors in his hand and trimming the green garden next to him, while chatting without saying a word, looking at Wayne in awe and curiosity.

"Master Wayne is out of business now?"

Another woman in work clothes answered while watering, "Yes... I heard that Mr. Wayne is now a flower fanatic. He guards the garden every day and plants a kind of red flower. We gardeners are not qualified Look, these flowers are very lucky, Lord Wayne took care of them all by himself!"

"My God! Master Wayne took care of it himself?! What is that red flower?"

She recalled it for a while before she spoke, "I heard from Master Wayne's assistant that that kind of flower is called a rose."

Wayne, who has super hearing, naturally heard their conversation clearly.

The gardener continued to ask, "Master Wayne likes this flower so much, what's the meaning?"

The woman shook her head regretfully, expressing that she didn't know either.

Wayne opened his eyes, kissed the flowers in his hand, the shallow lip lines rubbed against the delicate petals.

He replied softly in his heart, "It is passionate love." It is the passionate love of the Holy Son for him, so good.