[Western Fantasy] The mystery of life and death

【Huiyue Temple Prison】

In the quiet and dark cell, Mason lay quietly on the carpet. He was still blindfolded and wearing heavy and cold shackles.The collar around his neck had a cold luster against the pale skin. Loka touched the shackles lightly, and he felt that the thick and dense texture was too heavy for those thin and pale hands.

Mason was sleeping in his own well-designed confinement, his body temperature was cold, and his breathing was slow and weak.Loka gently lifted the black cloth blindfolded, and Mason looked haggard and peaceful in his deep sleep, his sweet and innocent face like a child was sad and relieved.

Mason, why?why did you do this?What the hell are you trying to tell me?

Lorca undid the shackles and awakened Mason. Mason opened his eyes indifferently, not looking at him, and ignoring him.

Loka carefully helped Mason up, and he could feel the chill from his skin through his clothes.He used a small amount of spiritual power to heal Mason for a while. He could feel that Mason was very weak, and he couldn't even sit up. Thinking of Mason being drugged secretly, he has survived until now with a large amount of medicine that caused insanity. Loka was heartbroken.But Mason has been dealing with Altai in this situation.He let Mason lean on him softly, and carefully fed Mason some golden epiphyllum nectar.Mason is like a quiet and docile kitten, just being cared for and comforted by him indifferently and docilely.

Except for that sudden madness, Mason was very docile every time he fed him.

"Mason, can you understand what I said?" Lorca believed that Mason understood what he was asking, do you have anything to tell me?

Mason's face was indifferent, ignoring Lorca at all.But suddenly Lorca felt Mason gently pinch his hand and draw letters on his palm.

Lorca was startled, but Mason remained indifferent.

There was a soft knock outside the iron gate, which was Elder Abelson reminding Lorca.

Lorca had no choice but to help Mason lie down carefully.With great reluctance, he shackled Mason's hands and feet again.The moment the shackles locked.Mason closed his eyes sleepily, and his body temperature, which had just been warmed up, cooled down again.His breathing also became inaudible in the silence.He was like a little hibernating beast, sleeping helplessly in the darkness and silence.

Loka held those cold and pale hands, "Mason, I will definitely rescue you, and I will wash away all your grievances. You have to hold on!"

Loka quietly stuffed another high-grade magic crystal in Mason's hand, then he carefully covered Mason with a blanket, and patted Mason lightly, but with the force of promise.The iron door was locked again, and the sound of the footsteps of Lorca and Elder Abelson's departure disappeared.Mason's eyes were still tightly closed, and there were long tear stains under the blindfolded black cloth.

【Huiyue Temple】

Palmer felt more and more drowsy day by day, but he did not tell anyone about his discomfort, and he also strictly ordered the attendants around him not to disclose it to the elders, so as not to distract the elders from his busy schedule.Although the psychic shock in the secret realm has calmed down now, the huge space fission has also caused great damage.The three high priests led the priests of the various tribes busy repairing the damage in the secret realm.The high-ranking priests in Huiyue Temple were even more busy.Anyway, the crisis in the secret realm has passed, and Palmer thinks that his low mana can't help him, and he will recover from minor injuries if he recuperates slowly.He still maintained his usual demeanor.

Palmer would go to the study of Chief Guard Altai to have tea and chat every day.He missed the golden epiphyllum honey tea prepared by Altai very much.There, the passage of time becomes blurred, and the afternoon passes in a trance. The passage of time is hazy and beautiful, like a dream.Every time he came back from Altai, he felt inexplicably comfortable and happy.

Palmer knew that Altai wanted to prove that Loka was completely finished, and hoped that he would give up on Loka.There was a bitter smile on the corner of Palmer's mouth, he had always been very clear that he could only dream of Lorca from afar.Altai, a fool, spends his days thinking and saying things that don't make sense, he mocks in his heart.

Palmer walked through the corridor decorated with elegant and complicated patterns, and turned the corner. Lorca was walking towards him. It seemed that he had just come out of the small meeting hall of the elders.It turns out that Palmer's guess was right.Lorca's previous so-called grounding was not a review, but a preparation for training a new member of the Presbyterian Church.Whether it's teaching, meditation, or bestowing artifacts, these days Lorca's experiences are beyond Palmer's knowledge and imagination.Lorca is getting closer and closer to Palmer, but Palmer understands that the distance between him and Lorca is getting farther and farther, becoming more and more unreachable.

Palmer greeted Lorca with a smile.Lorca stopped in front of him. For some reason, Palmer felt that the aura around Lorca was not as aggressive as before. It was the same as the knights he met outside the secret realm without magic.He is still heroic and extraordinary, but his aura is calm and no longer dazzling, and even the luster of his blond hair is softer than before.

Palmer remembered the "sacrifice" that Altai said. If Loka is controlled by someone now, maybe his temperament will change a little.But the elders trust him so much. Compared with Altai, the elders' judgment is obviously more trustworthy.Altai the fool, Palmer thought.

"Palmer, are you feeling better?" Lorca asked, his handsome sword eyebrows slightly frowned, as if he was worried.

"It's all right. Loka, can I congratulate you in advance? Maybe you will be an elder soon." Palmer laughed.

Palmer looked at Lorca, his sapphire-like eyes once bloomed with unsophisticated frankness, but now they were still clear but possessed a calm and profound charm.Palmer thought of Altai's secret, and he thought, should I remind Loka to be careful about Altai.

"You have to be careful with Altai." Loka said worriedly.

Palmer was startled when he heard the words, and there was a hint of sweetness in his heart, but the taste that followed was even more bitter.He felt slightly dizzy again, he thought about fainting now, maybe Lorca would pick him up.But he immediately remembered the embarrassment of being pushed away by Loka when he was drunk.He tried his best to stabilize himself, pretending to caress the carvings on the wall casually, so as to stabilize his figure.

Lorca approached him and grabbed his arm. "Palmer, are you really alright?" Lorca said with some hesitation in his eyes.I don't know why, although Lorca's aura is easy and friendly, Palmer still feels a sense of invisible power suppression.Palmer smiled wryly in his heart, I'm already so weak that I can't even bear such precious intimacy.There was resentment in his heart again, he didn't know whether he resented his weakness or Lorca's ruthlessness.No!I have something to do, as you can tell, I'm getting weaker and weaker.But you are still putting on airs, watching with cold eyes, unwilling to lend a helping hand!Loka, I love you, but you are so heartless!Hatred surged in Palmer's heart.

Palmer began to miss the golden epiphyllum honey tea prepared by Altai again, longing for the sweet breath to soothe the anxiety and pain.

"It may not be calm in the secret realm now, Palmer, you still have to be careful." Loka hesitated, he considered the appropriate words, "Don't trust others too much."

Palmer smiled softly.He ridiculed in his heart—Lorca, you fool, how poorly you concealed it.

He patted Lorca's hand, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

They chatted casually for a few more words and went their separate ways.Palmer was in a daze, recalling the warm feeling of being supported by Locato, his vision blurred, and he saw Custa walking towards him gracefully.

"Your Royal Highness." Palmer greeted her gracefully.

Cuista stopped and Tingting returned the gift. "Palmer, I heard you were injured, are you feeling better now?"

"I'm fine," Palmer smiled politely.But he felt Custa's eyes swept over his whole body, giving him a sense of nowhere to hide.He stabilized his mind and looked back at Cuista, she was returning an elegant and gentle smile.Custa's magical attainments were much higher than Palmer's, but she didn't exude an imposing aura.All around her is the dignified and soft aura that a princess should have.

Palmer breathed a sigh of relief, he saw that Trista was obviously looking for Loka, so Palmer enthusiastically told her the direction of Loka, Trista exchanged a few casual greetings and quickly said goodbye to him.When she came around the corner along the veranda, Lorca was waiting for her, and they exchanged knowing glances as they passed by—the net was about to be drawn.

The author has something to say:

Palmer is kind of funny, Lorca is an idiot, Altai is a fool, what is he?