No Game No Life[Comprehensive]

When I opened my eyes again, what I saw was still the densely packed bookshelves in the study room, and the towering revolving book ladder ran through the entire space.

The only difference is that this time there is an extra Firman sitting next to me.

Me: "..." No, how did you get in?

The current Firman has grown a lot compared to the first time I met him in the dream. He looks about sixteen or seventeen years old, and the original light golden hair color is much deeper, and it gradually turns into brown gold. It looks more like the Duchess.

Firman's face was blushing, and he basically had this kind of shy and timid look when he saw me in the dream, and I'm used to it.

Holding a book in his hand, he said happily to me, "Thank you, Benjamin, I've always wanted to come here and see it for myself."

Good guy, it turns out that I, the thick-eyed and big-eyed one, betrayed the revolution.

I only know that Benjamin is enthusiastic and lively, and he is willing to help his friends. I didn’t know he was so enthusiastic. The study is upstairs, very close to the Duke’s and Aiden’s rooms. It's easy to say that if you meet Aiden, you will be rushing to give him an excuse to find fault.

Of all the people in the manor, Aiden was the only one who disliked Firman and disliked him for no reason. Whenever he encountered him, cynicism would be light.

But Aiden usually never came to the study. He has recently become obsessed with betting on horses and runs out every day. This may be the confidence behind Benjamin and Firman's actions.

Firman inserted the book in his hand back into the bookshelf, and then I watched him without any surprise and found the kraft paper bag I stuffed in the corner in the last dream segment.

I smiled and grabbed Firman's wrist as he tried to pull out the paper bag while muttering "What's this?"

"You can't touch this."

Immediately, taking advantage of my height, I grandly placed the kraft paper bag on the top of the bookshelf in front of Firman, where Firman, who was sitting, could never reach.

"Oh, oh." Firman didn't ask me why I did this, but only responded twice, staring blankly at the wrist I touched, and the blush on his face deepened.

I left the study with Firman on my back (his wheelchair was downstairs), and when I went downstairs, I just ran into Aiden who was striding into the house from outside.

He was wearing a brand-new riding attire, and his figure gradually became thinner with age. He was no longer the chubby little fat man when he was ten years old, but the hostility in his eyebrows and eyes was hard to dissipate, and he still looked like he was unhappy with everyone all day long.

Firman on my back tensed up when he saw Aiden.

But this time Aiden didn't bother much, he didn't even pause, skipped the two of us and went upstairs by himself, only sneered when he passed by - believe me, Considering what he's been up to, the sneer is almost genial.

Firman was dumbfounded, and whispered in my ear with a feeling of flattery, "Master Aiden...you are in a good mood today."

...I think you have been overly PUAed by him.

My ears were numbed by the hot breath that Philman exhaled. I tilted my head slightly and responded casually: "I probably won money today."

I carried Firman down the stairs and put him back on the wheelchair. I pushed him all the way to the glass greenhouse, and then returned to the house alone.

Just when I went upstairs to go back to my room, Aiden ran down angrily from above, grabbed my collar and asked me face to face: "You and Firman went to the study? Huh? You did something in the study. What?!"

His entire face was flushed, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and even the veins on his temples were raised.

Seeing that I didn't answer, Aiden shook my collar vigorously: "Answer me quickly!!!"

No, brother, why do you still have delayed onset?

"I'll show him what the study looks like, and put a book back by the way." I replied calmly, "It's a travel journal, it's on the innermost shelf."

I had to use some strength to free my clothes. The silk fabric, which was already very fragile, was even more wrinkled now.

After getting my answer, Aiden seemed to regain some sanity and withdrew from that frenzied state.

I frowned and asked him, "What's wrong with you?"

Aiden didn't answer me, just turned and walked away.He usually walks flamboyantly, with his head held high, but today's back looks devastated.

I waited until Aiden left, turned around and went to the study, and walked all the way back to the original corner.

The kraft paper bag stayed on the top floor without even moving the angle.

Aiden didn't see this.

Besides, the contents of the paper bag had nothing to do with him, so he couldn't afford to get angry about it.

I looked around at other bookshelves, and finally found something strange on the revolving book ladder. Someone took out a book from the middle of a ladder, causing the other books to tilt inward.

I put my palm sideways into the gap, spreading my fingers to straighten the rest of the book.

About the width of a knuckle... What kind of book could it be, and when was it taken away?

The familiar trance came, and I was pulled away from the dream with doubts.

"...mother said to leave this to my future wife."

When I regained consciousness, I heard my own voice speaking.

I was holding a very familiar bracelet with sparkling rubies on it, and the woman standing opposite me had flaxen hair in long braids, covered her mouth, and was crying from excitement and joy.

...cook?

She took the bracelet and threw herself into my arms happily, and I caught her subconsciously.

"I'm so glad, Benjamin!"

It's Nancy.

? ? ? ?

I looked at her in disbelief. Except for the flaxen hair, Nancy's appearance was completely different from when she was a child. The lines of her face became much colder and harder. She didn't have the fat apple face of a baby before. A sense of familiarity remains.

No wonder I didn't recognize her at first...

【I'm standing right in front of you, you see how I look like before.JPG】

I remembered what I had read in her diary, and said tentatively: "After we get married, I will take my mother, you, grandma, and Firman to the south, to my hometown, right? "

"Okay!" Nancy really agreed.

But after a while, she showed a look of hesitation again, and said hesitantly: "About Firman, actually... I think he's been a little strange recently."

"Some time ago, I couldn't sleep at night. When I got up, I saw him sitting alone in the dark garden from the window. After paying attention, I realized that he had been like this for several days... I guess Firman might have something to worry about. Well, Benjamin, why don't I go to the conservatory and talk to him today?"

Never!

I was shocked, but Nancy continued without realizing it: "After you tell your friends about your troubles, you will feel much better..."

This woman who was indifferent to the suffering of others and good at self-protection began to care for others with tenderness when happiness was within reach.

I said, "No, you just need to concentrate on preparing for the wedding, Firman..."

Before he could finish speaking, the door of the room was kicked open.

"I'm sorry, but I'm in a hurry!" Aiden, no, Shura leaned against the door and looked me up and down, showing a relieved smile. He ticked his fingers at me, "Come here quickly, I have something to tell you .”

I got up and walked towards Shura, turning around and telling Nancy, "I'll go talk to Firman, you don't want to go to the greenhouse, do you understand?"

After seeing Nancy nodding, I felt relieved and left with Shura.

I feel like the last time I saw Shura was in a previous life.

His current state is definitely not good, his hair is messy and matted in locks, there are two big bags under his eyes, and the pungent smell of alcohol is all over his body.

Why every time I see Shura in my dream, he always has such a tragic posture...

"When I opened my eyes, I was lying on a floor of wine bottles. I almost didn't get up." Shura took out a piece of paper from his trouser pocket and handed it to me.

I took it over and unfolded it. There should have been a lot of densely written words on it, but they were all erased, leaving only a bright red "LIAR" covering all the words. The force was so great that it scratched the back of the paper several times.

The edges of the paper were rough and uneven, as if torn from some book.

"liar, liar." I repeated the word and looked at Shura, "what do you mean?"

"Aiden is not the Duke's son."

Shura said bluntly: "Fierman is."

The author has something to say:

The dream world line is jumping crazily and repeatedly, come on, little brother, be sure to play happy ending! (.

Thinking about it from another angle, Philman is actually very similar to the little white flower in the ancient abuse text, and then he attacked Aiden aggressively and Benjamin softly (not at all

Regarding the change in the appearance of Europeans and Americans, the author is most impressed by Natalie Portman. I feel that she is completely two people in "This Killer Is Not So Cold" and "Black Swan"...