Royal Alchemist

After the battle, the dark green fighter plane returned to the base, opened the hatch, and a strong smell of blood came out.

The soldiers watched their commander get out of the fighter plane, holding a broken body in his hands.

The adjutant tried to approach with several medical staff.

"Go away!" Gerald roared. "No one is allowed to touch him! Go away!"

He was covered in blood, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was pale, like an evil spirit emerging from a pool of blood, no one dared to approach him.The blood was still flowing, and every time he took a step, he stepped on a bloody footprint, and everyone naturally gave way. Girod walked away with Jon, who was already cold, as if he was going to the end of the world.

Girod carried Jon back to the bedroom, and carefully placed him on the bed, as if the person in his arms was just asleep, for fear of waking him up.

The bed was stained red with blood. Girod didn't notice it. He fetched a basin of water, rolled up his sleeves, soaked the towel, and carefully wiped the blood stains on Jon's face.

His delicate face is white with blue in it, his eyes are closed tightly, there is no sadness or anger, and his face is peaceful.

Gerald wiped it, and a drop of water fell on Jon's cheek. Gerald froze, and wiped it with a towel, but another drop fell.

It turned out to be my own tears.

Tears fell on Jon's face one drop after another, and there was no time to wipe them away.

Gerald knelt beside the bed, weeping bitterly.

He made a slip of the tongue, and in the end he failed to protect him well and let him die in resentment.

Girod returned to the imperial capital, not to report the results of the battle, nor to get married, but to escort Jon's body home.

Holding the coffin and walking off the ship, seeing Jon's parents crying heartbroken, Girod felt guilty.

"I'm sorry..." he said to Jon's parents.

Jon's mother cried and fell beside the coffin, and his father supported him with red eyes. No one cared about Girod's apology.

Safirol walked up to Girod and whispered, "My condolences."

Only a few people knew about the entanglement between them. Gerald said with red eyes: "He brought back a batch of fire seeds. He should have gone to see Qiuye secretly. He has been working hard to research..."

"I know, needless to say." Sapphirol sighed, lost a friend, lost a great alchemist, no matter from which point of view, the loss is huge.

"I said I would protect him, but I didn't do it, he died in front of me, I..." Girod said incoherently.

Safirol patted him on the shoulder as a sign of comfort, and went to the coffin to comfort the family.

"What a pity, Jon is an excellent boy." Girod's father walked over with a look of regret.

Gerald stared at the person lying in the coffin, lost his mind.

"Let's go back and don't disturb the family members' condolences. It's okay, you're home at last, and you can almost prepare for the wedding."

Gerald stared a pair of blood red eyes: "I will not get married."

Patrick was surprised: "What did you say?"

"I said I wouldn't marry!" Gerald said word by word, "The person I love is gone, and I want to be with him! Miss Gillian will not be happy marrying me, don't let the innocent people involved!"

Patrick was shaking with anger: "Do you know what you're talking about?"

"I've never been more aware of what I'm doing in my life than now! You can do whatever you want!" Girod shook off his father's hand and stood beside Jon.

It's the only thing I can do to pay homage to you for the rest of my life.

-

Gerald's marriage was a lot of trouble, but in the end there was no result, because the entire Solomon Empire faced a more severe test.

The dragonmen aggressively invaded, and soldiers approached the city. The Solomon Empire and the Shining Empire jointly resisted, but in an accident, Safirol fell into a coma.The Solomon Empire was in disarray, barely supported by Girod, Theodore and others, but was designed by Akiba and others to lose power, and finally relied on the Shining Empire to repel the dragon people.After Sapphirol woke up, the overall situation was settled. He was forced to cede his vast territory and move to a remote and barren swamp. The once glorious Solomon Empire fell apart.

50 years later, the Lennon House.

There was a drizzle in the sky, the clouds were thick and low, gloomy, and the air pressure was too low to breathe.

A skinny, elderly man sat in a wheelchair with a thick blanket covering his legs.

The climate in the swamp is very unfriendly to the elderly. It is rainy all the year round and there is no sunshine. Eighty percent of the people get old and their legs hurt so much that they cannot stand up.

But the old man didn't seem to notice it, staring at the rain curtain outside the balcony, his cloudy eyeballs were dim, as if the rain didn't fall on the ground, but in his heart.

A middle-aged man came up behind him: "Uncle Gerald, it's too cold outside, let me push you into the house."

Gerald did not listen, but muttered something.

The middle-aged man sighed, he has long been used to the old man talking to himself, day after day, year after year.

I've lived long enough, why haven't I died?Is it because God thinks that the torture for me is not enough?

A gust of cold wind blew, and the old man's weak body couldn't bear the stimulation, and he coughed violently. He grabbed his chest and the blanket fell to the ground.

"Uncle!" The middle-aged man nervously picked up the blanket and covered him.

The old man waved his thin arms and groped on the table.

"Uncle, what are you looking for?"

Grabbing a quill with his withered hands, he wrote desperately on a piece of paper. He was in a hurry, as if something bad would happen if he didn't finish writing immediately.

The quill is very old, the white goose feathers have turned yellow and become brittle, and the ink gold nib has been worn out after years of use, but the old man always regards it as a treasure and never throws it away.Once, a junior wanted to honor him, so he secretly got a good quill pen to replace, but he was furious when he couldn’t find the pen. .

His hand could no longer hold the pen, and he kept trembling. There was only one letter on the calico repeatedly, which was J, but he still wrote very hard, as if he wanted to use all his energy to write this letter. .

The middle-aged man couldn't stand it anymore: "Uncle, take a break."

The old man gasped suddenly, his eyes went straight, and his blue-gray face flushed red.

The middle-aged man suddenly felt something was wrong, and shouted: "Carter, call the doctor quickly! Quick!"

The old man became more and more anxious, and there was a gurgling sound in his throat.

"Carter! Is the doctor here?"

The quill fell from his hand and rolled to the ground, stained with muddy water. The old man leaned out desperately and stretched out his hand as thin as a bamboo pole.

The middle-aged man hurriedly held him down: "Uncle, don't move around, take a deep breath!"

"Pen!" He made a sound like tearing his vocal cords.

The middle-aged man quickly picked up the quill and stuffed it into his hand.

The old man suddenly stopped breathing, held the pen tightly, nestled in the wheelchair, and laughed happily like a child.

The middle-aged man was made hairy by his angry smile, and realized that something was wrong.

The old man lay half-lying, his lips fluttered, and he muttered to himself.

"Uncle, what are you talking about?" The middle-aged man leaned forward and tried to listen.

I really want to see you again, he said.

"Master, the doctor is here!" The butler hurried over with a person.

"No need." The middle-aged man stood up slowly, covered the blanket carefully, pushed the wheelchair, and pushed the old man who seemed to be asleep into the house, holding a yellowed quill in his hand.

The rain is still falling, as if a hole has been broken in the sky, and it is continuous.

-

Gerald felt that he had slept for a long time, and suddenly opened his eyes, but his mind was not quite clear.

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

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

There is a young and energetic voice next to my ear.

Gerald stared blankly at the speaker, mother?

One moment he was sitting on the balcony looking at the cloudy and rainy sky, and the next moment he was looking out of the window into a sunny garden with singing birds and fragrant flowers.

Looking at myself again, with white and tender hands, a small waistcoat, and a tender face reflected in the silver plate containing the lemon cake, it is clearly my six-year-old self.

He came back to life, back to his childhood, is this a dream?Even a dream is good!

He's still alive, so... Jon?

Gerald jumped off his chair, knocked over the cutlery on the table, and rushed out desperately.

"Oh, Gerald! Where are you going?" exclaimed Gerald's mother.

Another mother smiled and said, "I must be getting impatient, kid, let him go."

jon!Gerald's heart cried out, and he rushed out of the drawing room and into the garden, not quite used to his small body at first, but the desire of his heart compelled him to hurry, and hurry.

The warm sun shone on him, and it was too late to enjoy the warmth of this moment. When he saw a boy with chestnut hair and a flushed face sitting on the lawn, tears spewed out immediately.

"Jon!" Gerald ran to him and hugged him.

Jon screamed, terrified by the boy who rushed out suddenly, with his nose in tears.

"Great! You're still alive!"

Jon splashed milk on his face in horror and escaped on hands and feet.

Milk dripped down his hair, and Gerald smiled brightly despite being embarrassed.

Having already run away from Jon, looking back at the crying and laughing weirdo, curiosity overwhelmed fear.This person still looks good when he smiles, and he doesn't seem to have this horror?

"Who are you?" The young Jon approached cautiously.

Gerald wiped away tears and milk and walked up to him: "My name is Gerald, Gerald Lennon, I heard you are my wife."

Before Jon could react, Gerald held his hand tightly.

In this life, never, never let go!I want me to use my whole life to protect you!

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