No Game No Life[Comprehensive]

When I opened the back door and walked into the courtyard, I had a strong sense of déjà vu.

This time without Shura's guidance, I walked spontaneously along the long stone road to the glass greenhouse in the backyard.

It was really a beautiful building, shining under the snow light, nearly as high as a two-story building, full of green vitality not found elsewhere.

I grabbed the doorknob and opened the door of the greenhouse lightly.

The moment the door opened, a gentle warm wave brushed against my cheeks, making me feel warm and tired.

I have no research on garden flowers, but there is no doubt that the gardeners here have carefully planned everything. Even a layman can feel the painstaking efforts spent in this garden. The elegant aroma lingers in the room.

But I am not in the mood to appreciate these landscapes carefully for the time being. The closer I get to the greenhouse, the faster my heart beats. At this moment, it is almost rumbling in my chest.

An inexplicable impatience pushed me, urging me to go deeper.

I didn't care about Shura beside me, followed my heart and walked through the flowers, rushing straight in.

In the deepest part of the greenhouse, the line of sight suddenly opened up, and a round pavilion stood quietly here.

I restrained my steps and walked forward slowly.

On the rocking chair made of rattan in the pavilion, lay a handsome young man with golden brown hair. He closed his eyes and looked peaceful and serene, as if he had fallen asleep.

"I finally saw you." I murmured softly.

"... Firman."

I took a step to enter the pavilion, but Shura, who followed me hurriedly, grabbed my wrist.

He stared at my face with a tense expression: "Rosie?"

I know that Shura is confirming my mental state. My previous series of actions are indeed very abnormal in the eyes of others-in fact, I also feel that my actions are a bit... um.

Things like inspiration and intuition are too difficult to explain.

I said, "It's okay."

After thinking about the words for a while during a brief pause, I tried to convey my mysterious state like Shura.

"I forgot an experience in this game, and forgot that I forgot about it...I forgot now that I think about it."

...Wow, what a terrible explanation, I don't even know what I'm talking about.

"So," Shura frowned, folded his hands on his chest, which was a standard gesture of resistance, "you suddenly have a new memory?"

"No." I corrected, "I just confirmed that I have a blank memory, and I can't remember the specific content."

But not being able to remember is not a big problem. Although the memory of the experience is missing, the result of the experience still exists.

The ruby ​​in my pocket, the air walk with sudden proficiency, and the name Firman, all survived.

Shura: "..."

He took a light breath, took a few steps on the spot to adjust his standing posture, and seemed to have a lot to say to me, but in the end he just told me:

"Whatever it is, don't believe it too much."

Maybe it was our voice that startled the young man in the pavilion, his eyelashes fluttered twice, and he opened his eyes.

The blond-haired young man looked at us in confusion at first, and finally showed a dazed expression: "Aren't you the guests who stayed at Tobias yesterday?"

He introduced himself with a friendly smile: "It's our first meeting, my name is Firman, and I am the owner of this manor."

Firman was a good old man with a very mild temper.

I was convinced of this after he smiled and endured half an hour of Shura running around in the garden.

Although I also agree with the behavior of digging three feet to find clues in suspicious places, when Shura really started to pick up the gardener's shovel and shavings in sight, I had to pretend that nothing happened and talk about gardening with Firman sitting opposite When talking about the topic, I really felt an embarrassing stiffness.

I feel like a novice mother exchanging parenting experience with Firman, who is also a parent, in the park on weekends, and Shura is playing with sand in the open space next to her.

"I'm not good at interacting with other people. When I'm here alone watering and fertilizing the flowers, it's the happiest time of the day..." Firman said, "Does Roxi have any flowers he likes?"

"I..." Before I could reply, there was a series of loud noises behind me.

This time it's really hard to pretend that I didn't hear it. I turned my head and looked back, and saw Shura standing up from the flowers that had been ruined so badly. The little white flower rushed to the other side aggressively.

So, it's pretty cute, like a righteous kitten who knocks over the water glass on the table in front of you.

I recognized the petals on his head as white thorn plums, so I said, "I like white thorn plums."

"Ah, it's Tumi flower."——White thorn plum is another name for Tumi.

Firman's self-cultivation is really amazing. Faced with the garden that was well-organized half an hour ago, it is now in a mess, and he is still calm and talking to me.

"Speaking of which, foreign tourists may not know that the first owner of Tobias liked flowers very much. Every room in the manor has different flower signs on the door."

"Bai Tumi's words..." Firman showed a thoughtful look, "I remember, it's in the last room on the third floor."

Yes, I know, it's the room where Shura and I stayed.

"A noble girl named Nancy lived in that room a long time ago. Her legend is very famous in the northern region."

Firman smiled, and continued without waiting for my response.

"She found out that her fiancé was in love with someone else, so she poisoned the food on the wedding day, and no one was spared. In the end, Nancy danced wildly among the corpses on the floor and jumped into the fire , fucked and died."

"Tumi is the last flower that blooms in summer. Since then, the local people have used this flower to represent the passing of love. No matter how desperate, unwilling, and painful, you can't keep your lover. Tumi is the flower of the end."

Firman said in a brisk tone: "The interesting thing is that Nancy's room seems to be cursed. Every couple who has lived in her room will inevitably end up breaking up in the end. The people who come here to travel It's mostly lovers, and that room hasn't been booked out for a long time, it's really distressing."

I:"……"

I don't think you look distressed either.

Take back the assertion that Firman had a good temper just now, he told this story on purpose!

- You must be angry, you must be angry!