Royal Alchemist

"Wow! Your son is so cute! Look at his little rosy face!"

"Your son is handsome, his eyes are as beautiful as yours!"

Six-year-old Gerald Lennon sat at the ivory round tea table, sipping a lemon cake with honey, like an elegant and polite little gentleman, but in fact he was bored to the extreme.From time to time, he glanced at the two young mothers with his so-called beautiful eyes, and looked forward to the garden with flowers blooming and butterflies flying outside the window.

When can we go play?he thought.

"Come and see, dear Gerald!"

"Okay, Mom."

A few days ago, my mother told Girod that she would bring him to meet a best friend from girlhood. After getting married, the best friend followed her husband to work on other planets. She just returned to the Imperial City not long ago, and brought their young children .

Girod's mother was holding a photo album, and a boy with chestnut hair and a cute little face looked around, with a smile as sweet as an apple.

"What a lovely boy, isn't it Gerald?" Mom loved it.

"Yes, mother." Gerald agreed.

"Oh, what a pity, if it were a little girl," sighed the mother. "My dear Gerald, she was almost your wife."

Another mother pursed her lips and smiled: "You also take the jokes during pregnancy seriously."

"Of course seriously, if they could be together, we would be a family, what a pity." Mother Gerald insisted.

"It's a pity, haha."

wife?This title has a special sense of mystery to the young Girod, as if something has left a place in his heart from that moment on.

Girod stared curiously at the cute boy in the photo. In one photo, the boy grew up and yawned. Girod felt it and yawned too.

The boy's mother said dotingly: "Gerrod, are you bored, let's go play in the garden."

"Go, meet your new partner, even if you can't be a husband and wife, you must be good friends." Mother Girod suddenly thought of a key question, "Oh, by the way, what is your son's name?"

"Jon, Jon Clark."

I can finally go to play, staying in the house is really suffocating.

Out of mother's sight, Gerald's naughty nature was exposed, and he ran wildly into the garden, and the servant couldn't catch him.

Taking a deep breath of the fresh air from the garden, the warm spring breeze caressing his cheeks, and the fragrant fragrance of flowers surrounding him, he feels comfortable from the inside out.

Suddenly, he saw a boy sitting on the lawn.

The little boy has chestnut hair and a flushed face. He is drinking milk and concentrating on reading a picture book.The golden sunlight shone on him, casting a faint halo on him.

He is the Jon in the mother's mouth, right?

my wife!

For some reason, this word popped into Girod's mind instantly.

He ran up to Jon eagerly, circled him a few times, and looked at him from beginning to end.

Jon, who was originally immersed in the world of the story, was disturbed and stared at the inexplicable boy in front of him displeased.

Gerald squatted in front of him, propped his chin: "They say you are my wife."

Jon was taken aback for a moment, and then became emotional.

What is this strange guy talking about?I'm a boy!

The sun illuminated Jon's face. His tender skin was as white and delicate as milk, and his eyes were as bright as gems.

pretty!Qualified to be my wife!thought Gerald.

He nodded proudly: "Well, he looks pretty good."

Jon was completely annoyed, and he raised his hand and splashed the milk he hadn't drunk a few sips on his face.

Nonsense guy!

Jon closed the picture book with a snap and left angrily.

Gerald was stunned.

The Lennon family is a generation of aristocrats and has a close relationship with the royal family. Since Gerald was born, he has been a noble son who has been cared for in the palm of his hand. Who dares to treat him like this?

Milk trickled down his hair, and the concept of a wife cast a shadow in his young mind.

The two returned to the house one after the other, and Jon's mother was shocked when she saw Gerald's wet appearance: "Girald, what's wrong with you?"

Gerald looked at Jon, who was pretending to eat the pudding served by the servant, and did not spare him out of the corner of his eye.

This guy is too much!Gerald was outraged.

"I... accidentally spilled the milk..." Gerald replied with his lips curled up.

Jon's mother hurriedly said, "Take Master Girod to clean."

Mother Girod reprimanded lightly: "Remember to be careful next time."

Only then did Jon shift his gaze to him, his big eyes flickering.

During dinner, Jon quietly squeezed beside him: "Hey, why don't you tell the truth?"

Girod raised his chin like a peacock: "I don't need my mother to solve my own affairs! Besides, because you used to be my wife, I will let you go!"

Jon was amused by him, with a sweet smile on his delicate face.

At that moment, Gerald felt that his little heart almost stopped beating.

Since then, the two have played together. Girod followed his mother to Jon's house twice in three days. The two drank afternoon tea together, fought together, and went in and out of school together.

Girod was very proud. Every time he played with Jon at school, he thought to himself: Look, I am a man with a wife.

Until one day, a transfer student came to the school.

"You have a new partner in the future, please get along well." The teacher said the official words, but looked at the transfer student with obvious disdain.

The transfer student walked towards the seat with his head down. Just as he was about to take a seat, the classmate next to him kicked the chair askew, almost sitting on the ground.The students roared with laughter.

The classmate stood up confidently: "Teacher, I don't want him to sit next to me."

The teacher also seemed to be in a dilemma: "Then what should I do?"

The transfer student pressed the corner of his clothes and said softly, "Teacher, I'll just sit in the corner."

Jon had just returned to Imperial Star not long ago, and he was not very familiar with interpersonal relationships, so he poked the classmate sitting in front of him for some unknown reason: "Hey, what's going on?"

"Don't you know?" The classmate in the front row gossiped, "He is not a natural child, but a genetically cultivated man, and his parents are both male."

In the circle of the old aristocrats, the tradition of marriage and parenting of men and women is highly valued, and the occasional genetic breeders are regarded as heterogeneous by them and will be severely discriminated against.

The school that Jon and Girod attended were all from the nobles from the teachers to the students, which naturally formed a kind of ethos.

"Is there a problem with both parents being male?" Jon still didn't understand.

"Of course there is a problem!" The classmate looked at Jon with strange eyes, "Both parents are male, how strange. Besides, can the ones bred in the genetic cabin compare with natural people? Look at him stupid If you look stupid, you must have a problem with your IQ."

The transfer student sat in the corner, not talking to anyone, with a dull expression.He was used to being pointed and pointed at by the people around him, he lowered his head and silently accepted the criticism.

"It's disgusting, why is there such a person in our school." The classmate was still complaining, "We don't want to play with him in the future."

Although Jon didn't quite understand what his classmates said, he still nodded along.

But this question was still in Jon's mind.

For some reason, he glanced at Gerald and found that Gerald was also looking at him.Looking at each other, Gerald immediately retracted his gaze, pretending to be having a good chat with his classmates.

After returning home, Jon asked his mother curiously: "Mom, is it disgusting when a man is with a man?"

The mother was surprised and said, "Baby, why are you asking such a question? Of course it's disgusting for a man to be with a man! Such a strange thing, there is no way for people to accept it!"

"Why?" Jon was puzzled. "Didn't you always say that if you like someone, you have to like everything about him? Why don't you like him because he's the same gender as you?"

The mother was dumbfounded by the question, and scolded with a straight face: "Why do children ask so many questions? If you can't do it, you can't do it."

But Jon is still very persistent: "However, there are many people whose parents are men or women. Isn't the house across from us just two mothers?"

The father on the side showed a disgusted expression, and interjected: "Those people who call themselves upstarts, can they be compared with our real nobles?"

"Isn't it the same?" Jon was puzzled.

"Of course it's different. They think they can keep pace with us by becoming an alchemist, but they are actually a group of nouveau riche. Doing some immoral things is simply messing around. They ignore traditions and violate the laws of human prosperity. of!"

"But……"

"Okay, Jon, don't do it anymore." Dad saw his son pestering him, and scolded him, "It's only natural for a man and a woman to marry each other, and when you grow up, you'll understand, don't bring such disgusting topics into your home again." Come!"

Jon had no choice but to shut up. Although he still didn't quite understand, he knew that same-sex being together was disgusting, and it was a topic that could not be discussed on the table.

The next day, Jon came to school as usual and saw Girod getting out of the car with his schoolbag on his back.

"Girod." Jon's voice lit up.

Girod saw him running over in surprise, but suddenly seemed to think of something, stopped a few steps away from him in panic, and said hello coldly: "Well, good morning."

Jon is very strange, is Girod uncomfortable today?

"It's getting late, let's go in," said Gerald.

In the past, when they met in the morning, Girod would hold his hand and enter the campus together, but today Girod put on a small face and walked ahead by himself.

Jon followed him three steps away with an inexplicable expression on his face.

Since then, they are no longer as close as they used to be, and each has their own friends, but because of their mother, they still communicate very frequently.

This matter gradually faded away with time.