clumsy mouth

Slade took Mir's hand and walked out, but Mir seemed a little bit resistant. He whispered and told Slade that the pendant was still under the table, and he wanted to retrieve the pendant.

Slade looked at him with a frown, and Mill began to be a little scared. He couldn't guess the meaning of Slade's eyes, nor could he see through his inner thoughts. In the end, Slade sighed softly, still holding his breath. Without saying a word, he took out an almost identical pendant from his bosom, and he whispered a spell, and the magic stone on the pendant emitted light, as if resonating, indicating the direction of Mir's pendant.

Mir was even more surprised. Slade waved his hand in the direction of the pendant, and the pendant slid out of the table and flew into his hands. He put the pendant away, turned around and asked Mir, "Can we go now?"

Mir nodded in a dazed state, and Slade took his hand again, and pulled him out. Along the way, Mir bowed his head, and the excessive alcohol made him uncomfortable. On Ryder's back, and Slade was not angry at all, but reached out to hold his arm, and half-supported him to walk back.

After returning to the mercenary guild, Dora quietly returned to her room. Slade half supported Mir and sent him back to the room. Mir sat on the edge of the bed, clutching his throbbing head in pain.

There was silence in the room for a while, Mir felt that everything should not be like this, and it seemed that something was wrong, but his mind was already very dull, and he couldn't figure out what went wrong, so Slade asked him suddenly: "It hurts a lot." ?"

Mir didn't understand what Slade was referring to, he raised his head in a daze, and it happened that Slade reached out to him, gently stroking the scars on his face from the chain armor.

Mir's face flushed red, he thought that Slade already had a sweetheart, it was inappropriate, so he wanted to avoid Slade's hand, the desire in his heart was eager for a moment of intimacy but he refused to take another half step, he wavered , Slade's hand was slightly away from his cheek.Mill was momentarily lost, and at the same time contemptuous of himself who was weak-willed. He saw Slade close his eyes slightly, a soft gleam appeared in his palm, and the wound began to heal slowly.

Mir felt that the fresh flesh of the wound was itching badly, and when Slade's magic disappeared, he couldn't help reaching out to touch it, but Slade grabbed his wrist and yelled at him in a low voice, "Don't move around!" ", he endured it, and thought happily in his heart——Slade is holding my hand.

Slade asked him, "Why did you go there?"

Mir was at a loss for words, he hesitated and lowered his head again, Slade sighed softly, took out the pendant from his pocket, put it on Mir carefully, and whispered: "Don't lose it again. .”

Mill's ears were flushed, and he wanted to say something to relieve the embarrassment and embarrassment at the moment, so he asked Slade in a whisper: "How did you find me and Dora?"

Slade asked him back, "You don't know?"

Mill shook his head, and Slade sighed, reminding him carefully: "Pendant."

Mir thought of the glowing magic stone on the pendant. It must have cast some kind of positioning magic. For mages who are proficient in divination, it is not difficult to cast this kind of magic, but divination requires extremely high talent, and not everyone If they are all proficient in divination, it will be a difficult and huge project to attach magic to the Philosopher's Stone—that pendant must be very expensive.

Mir was amazed by the generosity of the Falcons, they even attached positioning magic to each mercenary's pendant!Like a child who discovered something new, he couldn't help exclaiming to Slade in amazement: "Does the pendant of the Falcon have this kind of magic?"

Slade frowned: "Did you misunderstand something?"

Mill was bewildered.

Slade finally realized that something was wrong, he hesitated, and asked Mir cautiously: "Do you not know the meaning of the pendant at all?"

"I know," Mill said.

He recounted to Slade what Palmer had said to him, as well as the stories he had heard from the nuns of the church when he was a child. He carefully watched Slade's expression, for fear that he might say something wrong,

It was an adventure story that boys in the church liked very much. Karas was once the richest city-state on the continent. After the king passed away, the vicious duke imprisoned the princess on a towering spire, and occupied the entire kingdom by himself. The loyal king The knights refused to accept his rule. They overthrew the duke and rescued the princess. Later generations called these heroic knights "Karas' eagles".

But Slade's expression became more and more strange, and Mill's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he dared not speak any more. He didn't know where his story went wrong, and the stories he had heard since childhood were like this.

Slade asked him, "Why are they compared to eagles and not lions, tigers and dragons?"

Mill murmured, "I don't know..."

He had never considered this question, why did Slade ask him such a weird question?

"Their knight commander kept a white eagle," Slade said. "The knight commander relied on the white eagle to deliver messages to the princess."

Mill gave a low "Oh", but still didn't understand why Slade brought up this matter, in order to explain that period of history to him?But it’s too strange to say these things now... He suddenly remembered the song that the drunk man muttered that day-"The Eagle of Karas, magic has restrained my steps, but the steeple cannot restrain my thoughts. Send your love to his heart."

"Later the princess became a queen, and the knight grew up to be a prince." Slade continued to look at him slowly, "No one ever told you that apart from symbolizing a glorious past, the Eagle of Karas also Does it represent the love between the princess and the knight?"

Mir stared at him blankly, completely unable to recover.

The hymn once said that sex is an endless sin, and the love that causes sex is a taboo that cannot be mentioned in the church. The monks and nuns will never tell them this. Mill feels that the headache is even worse, and he is paralyzed by alcohol The sluggish brain can't get around the bend at all.What exactly is going on?So... Slade means... from the beginning, he loved him?

But what about Margaret?And that bottle of Camellia?The cloud of doubt beyond the ecstasy was even more serious. He looked up at Slade cautiously, and Slade folded his arms and looked down at him with a look of helplessness.

"What else have you been thinking about?" Slade asked, "You have been avoiding me these days, so you should give me an explanation?"

Mill murmured, "Margaret."

Slade was a little surprised: "Where did you know her?"

Mir's voice became softer: "Letter... your letter."

Slade suddenly remembered Mir's abnormality that day. He thought it was because Mir accidentally spilled his ink...but it was actually because of the letter on the table?He finally figured out the cause and effect. Seeing that Mir was hanging his head like a child who had done something wrong, he couldn't help reaching out and stroking Mir's short dark brown hair. He couldn't help but say, "Why don't you read the whole letter."

Mir was so startled that he almost jumped up. He felt Slade's touch, but he didn't know how to respond. His heart was beating like a drum, and his back was tense, like a recruit waiting for the king's review.

"Margaret is the witness," said Slade. "She was a slave, and she knew a great deal about the Commander, whom President Rhys and I were planning to prosecute."

Mir opened his mouth slightly, he finally understood that everything Slade did was for him, only he was thinking wildly.

Mir couldn't help but asked again: "Palmer's commission?"

Slade raised his eyebrows: "You don't like to do that, let alone your situation at that time... Can you really get to Luya City smoothly on horseback?"

He said it very tactfully, but Mir couldn't help but think of the night when he was out of control from his physical condition at the time. He was so ashamed that he had to bury his face in his hands, and felt like an ostrich avoiding danger. Quite a bit of self-deception.

"I'm a mage," Slade whispered. "My willpower is not as weak as you think."

Even at the beginning... Mir's mind was blank, and after the momentary surprise, all that was left was damned shame and embarrassment. He didn't even dare to look up at Slade's expression, and only thought in his heart how he could be so Stupid, he racked his brains to think about how to face this embarrassing and desperate situation, when suddenly someone knocked on the door politely, and standing outside the door whispered Slade's name.

"The Duke is going to the black market in person, President Reese invites you to go with him."

Slade sighed, straightened up, looked at Mill again, and asked softly, "Aren't you going to send me off?"

Mir still covered his face, whimpered softly, and agreed.

Slade pursed his lips and smiled lowly: "Then give me an answer?"

Mill remained motionless.

Slade thought that he might be really shy, so he shook his head with a smile, stroked Mill's short furry hair, turned around and was about to leave.

The strong alcohol he drank at night finally took effect at this moment. Milten stood up boldly, took two steps forward, and hugged Slade tightly from behind.

Slade was very surprised, and whispered: "Mir?"

"I...I like you." Mir muttered falteringly, "From the very beginning."

Mir's heart was beating like a drum, his face was flushed, and he buried his head on the back of Slade's neck, rejoicing in his heart that Slade didn't have eyes on the back of his head, and he would never see his ugly appearance at this moment.

He heard Slade laughing.

"Can't you say sweet words when you confess your love?" Slade said, "Don't be so boring."

Mir was a little panicked. He grabbed Slade's sleeve and searched for sweet words. He remembered the oath he swore to the queen when he was canonized. It was probably the most pious words he had ever said in his life. Swear to be kind to the weak, swear not to bully the weak, swear to fight for unarmed civilians... He noticed that Slade moved slightly, thinking that Slade was getting impatient, panicked, and subconsciously blurted out.

"I swear to my love until death."

The author has something to say: the end quotes a knight's declaration.

Put the content of the declaration found on Baidu Encyclopedia:

I swear to be kind to the weak

I swear to fight bravely

I swear to fight everything wrong

I swear to fight for the defenseless

I swear to help anyone who asks me for help

I swear not to hurt any women

I swear to help my brother knight

I swear to treat my friends in good faith

I swear I will never change my love to death

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It's almost over, although love stories can be written for a lifetime.

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