After the holy sword is broken

A needle can be heard in the room, and the excellent perception of a soldier allows Alger to hear the other party's violent heartbeat and careful breathing, which is particularly obvious when he casts his gaze on him.

Hmm... There is a little guy hiding behind a certain wooden door, who seems to be eavesdropping?

"Cough..." Alger coughed dryly, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

The sound of a dry cough echoed in the room, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up a little water ripple, and then returning to tranquility, without making any contribution to changing the atmosphere.

Before he could say anything to change the subject, Burgess, who was sitting across from him, suddenly raised his head, his eyes were slightly closed, and his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a small shadow on his fair skin.

He closed his eyes, and his words were so straightforward that he almost gave up on himself: "I fell in love with you at first sight."

Then he opened his eyes and looked straight at Alger, his sapphire blue eyes unblinking: "I said before that the bluebells here are beautiful, so I stayed for a few more days, which is the truth. But it will allow me to stay for so long , and decided to settle down here, is you.

"Maybe you don't remember, the smile you showed me in the sun is always engraved in my mind.

"I look forward to meeting you on the road, I want to see you, I want to talk to you like this." His hands on the table trembled slightly: "I... hope, I pray to my God that you can accept me, but I never dared to ask you in person."

Alger looked at the person opposite, the legendary blacksmith's expression was very calm, but a blush slowly appeared on his fair cheeks, and against the light, he could still see a small circle of fluff around his face.

It's not like the legend of the royal city that rejected him with harsh words these two days, like a flower in the high mountains, but it reminded Alger of a certain fluffy white sparrow that would always poke its head out of the window of the foster mother's cabin.

But, has he really seen this person?

Burgess waited and saw that the other party didn't make a violent move, nor did he immediately refuse, as if equally at a loss, he took a deep breath and asked, "Have you ever met someone's love before?"

Alger was in a daze: "Well...Occasionally, I will receive gifts from girls."

The Poem of Truth does not allow accepting property from believers, but it is also not good for members of the cult to die alone. Therefore, gifts used to show love are not within the scope of the prohibition of the cult.

Burgess' knuckle-boned fingers clenched tightly: "You accept?"

Alger noticed his movements, and remembered that he was still holding a bone dart in that hand, looking a little pained for him, and wanted to remind him.

However, when he raised his eyes for a while, he found that the other party's expression was not good, so he dared not to talk nonsense, so he shook his head quickly: "No."

After denying it, I felt that something was wrong. The relationship between the two seemed a little strange.

Before, he was obviously discussing the issue of the holy sword with this blacksmith who had only met twice.

Why did the topic switch here?

"Then can you accept me?"

Alger was still tangling about the past, but Burgess had already walked away from the topic.

Those sapphire blue eyes didn't blink, and the light in them flickered slightly, as if looking forward to it, but also a little afraid of being rejected.The thin blush on her face hadn't faded yet, but there was a tendency to intensify, and the tips of her ears were even blushing.

Burgess is very good-looking, stunningly beautiful, and he won't feel bored after watching it for a long time, but it has precipitated more charm.

Every subtle movement, every vivid expression can firmly attract anyone's attention.Fascinated by him, I can't help but praise him.

His appearance does not belong to the glamorous beauty of men and women, but the characteristics of men and the tough outline are very clear, no one will mistake his gender.

This is a handsome young man.Just like in ancient mythology, the handsome man who can make the Lord of Silver Moon fall in love with him.

Blessed by nature, it is no wonder that he became famous at a young age.

Alger suddenly thought.

Not to mention the superb forging skills, but the appearance and temperament alone are already outstanding.

Some people are born to be favored.

Being confessed by such a beauty staring at her is really a...wonderful experience, which even made him a little nervous, and his steady heart began to beat faster.But he knew clearly that it wasn't heartbeat, but nervousness.

In the face of such a warm and sincere feeling, the tension arises.

"I'm not currently looking for a partner."

Alger's body unconsciously leaned back, his eyes were a little wandering.

Burgess seemed to be remembering something, he turned his head slightly, a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth, watching Alger clutching his heart as if he was being attacked and looking away, he said in a joking tone:

"Because I'm not a girl?"

It was as if the sun broke through the dark clouds and illuminated the earth in an instant. It was hard to tell whether it was dazzling or warm and bright, but it just made people want to breathe in admiration.

It's like a masterpiece of the gods left in the world.

Alger didn't dare to look back at the other party, that face had the magic power to shake people's minds and shake their will.

"No, it's not, it has nothing to do with this." He waved his hands to clarify.

"Why is that? Are you not satisfied with me?" Burgess, with his whole body full of brilliance, approached slightly across the table.

"No, no! Yes, my problem." The person who confessed is not doing well, and the person who is being confessed is already in a mess.

"If you don't mind, I will take my leave first."

He staggered, almost scrambling to go out in embarrassment.

There seemed to be a chuckle coming from behind.

"So you ran away?"

The mage sat on the chair with his hands in his sleeves, looking at his friend who was leaning on the table with one hand on his forehead, with an expression of watching the excitement and listening to gossip.

The Tower Spirit of the Mage Tower floated beside him, still silenced, but judging by its changing appearance, it seemed that it wanted to be coaxed, but it was a pity that it couldn't make a sound, and the blocking was extremely uncomfortable.

"Strategic retreat."

Alger combed back the hand holding his forehead, grasping his short silver-gray hair, looking very distressed, but he didn't admit defeat.

The mage raised his eyebrows.

"You should be happy, the situation is very good, the other party has taken the initiative to show his weaknesses, even if he fails to become better at speaking, you can still try to sell your appearance and dedicate your life to a glorious cause.

"However, I heard that Borgins has an outstanding appearance. He is a popular lover in Wangcheng. Even the princess favors him very much. If you add it up, you will not suffer."

Alger let go of his hair, raised his head, and his handsome face was full of righteousness: "The behavior of deceiving feelings is against the teachings of the gods."

Mage: "I didn't let you cheat, it's okay to trade in an open manner, and it won't affect the result."

"Daina!"

The mage shrugged his shoulders and put away his joke: "Okay, Alger, the moral guard, who acts on behalf of the will of the gods, what are you going to do in the face of this difficult problem?"

"If I knew, would I still come to you?" Alger said with a headache.

"You are really not sociable." The mage rubbed his chin with his fingers: "It would be great if the fourth executor was here, he will definitely give you good advice, maybe he will simply arrange it."

"You don't have any reliable plan?"

"Didn't I tell you just now? You don't want to use it yourself. It's my fault?"

"That's reliable?"

Dana spread her hands: "You can't help it if you pick and choose."

"Aren't mages omnipotent?" Alger looked at Mages, his eyes filled with disappointment and disgust: "Why are you an exception?"

"Oh? You think so too? Many people still think that mages are lonely and weird, so I am really unqualified."

When we left the mage tower and walked back to the headquarters of the order, the sun had already begun to set.

The golden-red afterglow slanted on the streets of Dock Town, dazzling but not dazzling.

The sunset glow in the sky is one piece, and tomorrow will be another sunny day.

The pedestrians on the road are sparse and hurried.

In other words, the people in Dock Town never slowed down.This is a busy, young town full of energy and hope.

Even in the slightly bleak evening, there is also infinite expectation for tomorrow.

"Master Alger."

"Mr. Alger."

Along the way, people greeted him, and the smiling faces looked familiar, and Alger saluted them one by one.

The evening wind is slightly cool, wrapped in the humidity from the inland sea, making people want to squint their eyes.

The bard who had just arrived in Dock Town a few days ago was still sitting under a tree playing and singing. Even though no one stopped to listen, he was still intoxicated by himself.

When Alger passed by the middle of the street, the bard suddenly called to him.

"Hey, boy."

Alger pointed at himself: "Excuse me, are you calling me?"

"Yes," the bard nodded, "you seem troubled."

The poet's eyes are a rare purple, magnificent and mysterious, reminiscent of the aurora in the northern night sky.

"It's like a girl shows love to you, but you don't want to accept it, and you don't know how to reject it."

... Except that she is not a girl, everything else is quite accurate.

Alger didn't answer, but the bard seemed to understand his heart.

"Then why did you refuse? Is it because her father is extraordinarily fierce, or is it because the girl is not as you like? If it's the latter, it's really rude. It's a precious kindness."

"But not all intentions, I have to accept, especially his sudden appearance, which made me unprepared."

Alger sat down beside the bard.

The bard looked sideways at Alger, and suddenly plucked twice with his hand, clear notes jumped out from his fingertips.

"That's right. If he bothers you, of course you can say no."

The strings of the lute stopped vibrating, but the lingering sound seemed to linger in the ears.

Alger asked: "Poet, does love at first sight really exist in the world?"

The bard said leisurely: "Since you can have a long-term love, why can't you fall in love at first sight?"

The slender fingers slid across the strings, bringing out a series of rising tones.

Alger stared at the vibrating strings of the lute: "I can't understand.

"Why would there be someone who can feel admiration for a complete stranger, even without knowing the other person's personality and hobbies, and dare to rest assured to entrust their feelings."

"Perhaps, it is the attraction from the soul. Love has no reason to speak of. If it can be explained rationally, looking at the history of the New World and the Ancient World, how many disputes can be avoided."

The bard closed his strange purple eyes, sighed and sang, "It's really a romantic distress. How many people's hands and feet have been bound since ancient times and today, even if they are heroes, they will never escape."