Chaos God

The smell of cooking pork coming out of the bronze vessel stimulated Alan's sense of smell and taste. To be honest, she was indeed a little hungry. Celtic banquets are always inseparable from meat, and Alan's character It is indeed a bit close to the kind of rough old man who drinks a big bowl and eats a big piece of meat. The whole one has no meat and no joy.

The men around were all using hooks to fish out large pieces of well-cooked pork from the bronze vessel. To be honest, that eating style was indeed a bit unrefined, even Diarmuid, Alan... Well, she herself looks like a pure man, even more pure man than a pure man.

It is not that there are no female knights in the Fiona Knights. In fact, there are indeed two beautiful girls, but... one of them is Finn's daughter and the other is Finn's niece. So it seems that Diarmuid is Finn's nephew?The age gap between the two is a little bit big.

The Celtic warriors would start fighting after three cups. Alan picked up a piece of delicious barbecue and put it in his mouth. Like a cat, he slid up the tree and sat on the branch to watch the guys below fight. Come and I will show off our skills, fights are often easy to cause heavy casualties, but... there is no problem with Boss Finn. At the beginning, Ailan also had lingering fears about this desperate fighting method, but it’s not surprising when there are too many things It's - these guys are really drunk, it's not surprising that they turn on the second personality and do anything.

Finn has a grandson named Grani, who was born to his own sister after his son passed out after drinking... "It seems that you don't want to fight anyone else at all, Alan." A crisp voice sounded beside him, Then she saw Oscar sitting on a branch next to her, chowing down on a roast grouse.

"It's rare that you didn't roll up your sleeves and rush in and get into a ball with everyone." Alan cleaned up the barbecue and wiped his shiny lips with his sleeves. Oscar has grown a lot since the beginning of spring, from the original Alan Looking down at him until now, he looked down at Alan, "Haha, suddenly I don't want to fight anymore." He scratched the back of his head and showed a big grin, then compared the height of the two of them and said: "But seriously, Alan, you You haven't grown much this year, if this continues, everyone will regard 'Little Ailan' as your nickname."

"I can't decide this kind of thing!" Alan couldn't help complaining like this.

Speaking of nicknames... Ailan couldn't help but think of Diarmuid's one, not "the sweetheart of women in the world" but "Diarmuid's love mole". Well, the latter one is very unaesthetic...

It has been more than a year since Finn's boss was forced to marry, and his old man started hunting around again. I don't know if it is Alan's illusion. She always feels that Finn gives her more and more strange feelings. Take Kang King Mark invited them to the castle for a banquet and a friendly match - well, at that time Diarmuid had a lot of limelight - the relationship between the supreme king of Ireland and the Lord of Fiona is a bit subtle... …

She couldn't tell what this feeling was like, it was just a kind of ominous lingering in her heart that she couldn't let go of.

"Alan... By the way, I haven't seen you bring your water bag before?" Oscar pointed to the water bag hanging from Alan's waist. This water bag is exquisitely decorated and extremely well-made. Decorated with gold edging.

"This is a gift from my adoptive mother when I was in the Kingdom of Shadows." Alan patted the water bag. She didn't want to blush again in front of Diarmuid because of the magic power of the love mole. She tried the water immediately after returning home, and found that the effect was good, so she often kept it by her side.

Diarmuid has never had many aristocratic women who pursue him. They are either gentle and gentle, or kind and generous, or have a rich family background, or are educated and reasonable. It's better to simply forget about it, not to mention that she still has the restriction of "not accepting the love of any man in the world", she doesn't want to accidentally push herself to an unnecessary death.

Alan seldom sees or talks to Diarmuid anymore. In fact, when he appears, she will automatically leave the crowd, making Diarmuid, who is originally more delicate, think she thinks of him However, Ailan stopped talking to him, making him unable to find out the reason or reconcile with her.

Obviously it wasn't like this a year ago... He thought in his heart, what did he do wrong?Diarmuid was puzzled.Of course, some guys in the Knights speculated maliciously, and then floated out something like "Diarmuid robbed Alan's beloved girl, so Alan and him had a rift", well, he thought about it carefully I don't think it happened this time, but if it is true, the woman who abandoned Alan because she saw her love mole... Well, he has to find a chance to enlighten Alan who is broken in love. No matter whether it's public or private, he doesn't want to have a bad relationship with Alan.

Alan has no idea that a certain guy's brain is so big that the brain supplement has been crooked to the point where she needs to give her psychological counseling. Now she is enjoying the spring breeze blowing on her face under the tree in the pasture, the breeze The leaves and green grass blowing, the soft rustling sound like a lover's whisper, and the warm but not scorching spring sun made her very comfortable, and she leaned against the tree like a cat enjoying life.

Alan had learned to play the whistle from a shepherd before she joined the Knights of Fiona. She really liked this musical instrument with a high pitched tone and a vast mood. Most of them have a leisurely and leisurely temperament, which can really adjust the mood very well.

The loud and melodious sound of the flute echoed over the pasture, mixed with a few sheep bleating from time to time, and the shepherd dog lay lazily beside the flock of sheep like clouds floating in the sea of ​​grass, yawning from time to time and revealing pink eyes With a long tongue, the shepherd sat not far from the flock, holding his cane, and the brim of his hat was pulled down to cover his eyes, but it did not prevent him from observing the goats mixed in the flock.

When Diarmuid found Alan, what he saw was such a scene. The short black hair that was not braided by the boy was gently blown by the breeze. The boy closed his eyes, and a thrush rested on his shoulder. , tilted his head and blinked his round eyes, his tail shook up and down from time to time, the leaves and pastures rustled, and the sheep bleated softly from time to time, even the disobedient naughty goats mixed in with the sheep stood still In place, look up at the white clouds floating on the horizon.

What a rural pastoral scene.

He smiled and stood there looking at the scene, the breeze with the fragrance of green grass was also blowing his black hair, for a moment, the sky, earth, people, sunshine, white clouds and breeze, birds and flocks and folk songs were harmoniously blended together Together, it is like a work of art carefully drawn by a master painter.

Alan sat under the tree and stretched for a while before he noticed that Diarmuid was nearby. He subconsciously stood up and wanted to leave, but the latter walked under the tree first, "It's a very nice song." He didn't hesitate Alan deserves to turn around for his own praise, "Thank you for the compliment. If there is nothing important, can I leave first?"

Diarmuid frowned slightly, he would never refuse the request of his companions, even if Alan asked to leave first, he could only nod: "Then... okay." At the same time, he sighed that he had lost another chance to communicate with Alan— —why did he hide from himself like a scourge every time he tried to talk to him?Diarmuid still didn't understand what he did wrong.

Just as he was sitting under the tree, a shadow cast on him, he looked up and saw Alan standing there, she said: "Sorry, you seem to have something to say to me?" She picked Qingxiu eyebrows, and then sat down beside him with a tender green grass stalk in his mouth.

Diarmuid took a deep breath, organized his words, and said, "Alan, I think you are still young."

"I'm 15 years old, not too young." Alan interjected a sentence between his words, but he didn't know that this sentence made someone more determined that his brain supplement was correct.

"Well, 15 years old, not too young." Diarmuid smiled and sighed, and continued: "I think Alan is a very good man, whether it is fighting or hunting, he is a commendable man. A man, except that he's not very good at sonnets..."

"Do you dare not mention this matter..." Ailan complained.

"Okay, but Alan is indeed a gentle, caring, heroic man..."

"What the hell are you trying to say?" After being praised inexplicably, Alan felt that his skin was about to drop all over the place.

"Well, I want to say that if you abandon a heroic and noble knight like you just because you are attracted by my demon appearance, such a woman is not a good match for a lady, and it is not worth you to worry about it."

What kind of miraculous thing does this guy make up! ! ! !When Ailan heard this sentence, she felt that twenty teams of grass-mud horses trampled on her brain inhumanely in the formation of the Roman phalanx... In the end, the full roar turned into a powerless sentence: "Hey... are you It's not that I made a mistake..."

"what?"

"I..." Alan raised her forehead, "Forget it, I understand... What you mean... I have a bad attitude towards you recently because you stole my sister?"

Diarmuid nodded solemnly, thinking about it, he didn't grab the woman Alan liked (if there was one), and then shook his head.

Alan took a deep breath, "First of all, I want to apologize for my bad attitude towards you recently, but I can't say the reason. It's a personal reason, but it's definitely not what you think."

Diarmuid smiled and nodded, "If you don't want to say it, I naturally don't ask."

"Secondly..." Alan stood up, suddenly grabbed Diarmuid by the collar and lifted him up, shouting with the loudest voice in his life: "You have too much brains!! !!! What kind of stuff is the brain making up!!!!!! I don’t do lily!!!!”

Of course, Diarmuid failed to figure out what lily meant for a long time in the future...