Chaos God

Alan was sitting under a big tree near the castle with a grass stalk in her mouth to enjoy the shade. The weather today is very good, and it is very suitable for laziness. After walking by, she stood up, intending to watch Goyle leave.

Gore did not just glance at her out of the corner of his eye before turning away as usual, but walked up to Alan and said, "What? Didn't you go to the banquet?" He reached out and patted Alan's shoulder. The most powerful ram in the world fights, but when he pats Alan on the shoulder, he seems to use little strength.

"Banquet? I'm very sorry... Lord Gore... what kind of banquet?" Alan was at a loss. If there was a banquet, she should be called together. Why didn't anyone come to tell her?Gore sized her up, and finally smiled, "I see." He put his arm around Alan's shoulders, the girl shrank subconsciously, and took a step back, "Master Gore?"

"Haha. Don't mind, don't mind." Goyle smiled. He was about the same age as Finn, his face had wrinkles from the vicissitudes of life, his beard was also mixed with gray and white, and he looked dignified and majestic. "It's not that there is no banquet, it's Oy Xin didn't call you." He turned around and motioned for Alan to follow, "Let's go, I'll take you to have a look."

"Sorry, Mr. Gore, since Oisin didn't call me, he must have his ideas. I don't think it's appropriate for me to come uninvited." Alan saluted, turned and left, Gore couldn't help laughing , Said to his followers: "This child is very patient."

"Unreserved trust in your companions is a virtue, and it can also be exchanged for the unreserved trust of others." The servant bent down and replied, his voice was hoarse and low, as if polishing a rough stone surface with a polisher, "This If the child was born in an emperor's family, he might have the qualifications of an emperor. But unfortunately, trusting others without reservation is also his shortcoming." He has no defense against the people he admits, and at the same time he is not familiar with the people he is not familiar with. People are wary, but sometimes fatal injuries often come from within.

"The shortcoming that will kill him." Goyle closed his eyes and said, "But Finn and Oisin will definitely feel lucky to have such a companion."

"Yes, my master." The servant replied respectfully.

"Let's go." Goyle turned around. The finely woven wool cloak on his body was very thick. The end of the cloak flicked twice, and finally swayed following the master's steps.

It wasn't until the evening when the sky was burning red that Alan met Diarmuid. He was watching the servants washing himself and Alan's beloved horse at the stable. Vera snorted unhappily and flicked her tail. , this fiery horse never lets anyone but Alan touch it, not even to brush its fur.

So when Alan brushed his beloved horse by himself, Diarmuid watched from the side with his chest in his arms. After a long time, Alan said, "I heard from Mr. Gore that there was a banquet today? Why didn't Oisin call me? "She was a little puzzled about this matter, she would attend the usual banquets, why didn't she be called this time?Could it be that he dislikes his low birth?

Diarmuid put down his hands and couldn't help laughing, "Do you want to participate?" His eyes were a little playful, obviously holding back a smile. "Are you sure you want to go?"

"What's so..." Suddenly, a possibility flashed through Alan's mind, and she almost threw the brush on the ground, "No, no, no! I won't even die!" She shook it twice desperately. down.

"Pfft." Diarmuid finally couldn't help laughing out loud, "Hahaha... Ailan, why don't you go, you are about the same age, and there may not be a boy who will give you a gift." He After a pause, he continued: "But to be honest, every time there is such a banquet, Oisin always says that it is inconvenient for you to attend, so I never see you. Don't want to go and see?"

"Absolutely not! Not at all!" Alan shook his head like a rattle, and his hair was messed up.

"Okay then." Diarmuid turned his head indifferently, leaned against the pillar of the stable with his chest folded, and continued to watch Alan help Vera tidy his mane, then suddenly said as if he had just remembered something, and said cautiously : "Ailan, when you joined Fiona... you were already 13 years old."

"Yeah? What's the matter?" Alan helped Vera comb her long mane with satisfaction. The horse neighed happily and snorted, and kicked the ground twice with its two front hooves, making a loud noise. Voice.

"Then..." He stood up straight, a little embarrassed, "Would you mind answering a question for me?"

"You ask." Alan patted Vera, and the latter rubbed its lips against the back of Alan's hand affectionately, which made the girl laugh, and she answered casually.

"You... haven't presented a gift to anyone, have you?" He asked cautiously, as if asking this question was more difficult for him than killing enemies on the battlefield or playing a game of chess with Finn, and he blushed first after asking.

With a bang, Alan kicked over the bucket under her feet, and the splash of dirty water soaked her straw sandals, which were covered with specks of mud. She stared at Diarmuid with wide eyes, There was an unbelievable look in her eyes, and then she felt offended for an instant, and when she got angry, she threw the rag that Vera wiped in her hand directly at Diarmuid's face, and the latter subconsciously Turning his head to avoid it, he saw Alan's figure rushing out of the barn like an arrow from the string, and seemed quite angry.

He panicked and ran to keep up, "Wait, Alan, I'm sorry, I shouldn't ask you this question! Wait a minute!" The more he told Alan to run faster, it turned into a star-moon scene In the chasing competition under the shining light, Alan ran as fast as a white deer, and Diarmuid had to gallop to keep up.

In the end, the warrior had no choice but to rush forward and hug Alan's waist to overthrow her. Fortunately, there was a lot of pasture, and the two of them rolled into a ball on the grass for a few times, overwhelming a lot of dense pasture, making themselves Covered in mud and blades of grass, Diarmuid pressed the aggrieved Alan to the ground.

Both of them had flushed faces and were gasping for breath.

"Why are you running?" Diarmuid was a little puzzled, and then he noticed a detail that he hadn't thought of before, Alan's neck, his Adam's apple was very small, not like what a boy of this age should have at all, Although the possibility of his short stature was not ruled out, when Diarmuid remembered his various weird behaviors before, he instantly understood something, "You...you are...you..."

"Let go of me! Prodigal!" Alan stretched out his hand and pushed him away, but he grabbed him and pulled him into his arms. His golden brown eyes shone with ecstasy, "Are you You are a girl?!" He grabbed her hand, "Why do you want to deceive everyone that you are a boy? Do you know that... No, Oisin already knew it... Yes, that's why he You are not allowed to attend the banquet..." He was a little incoherent with excitement, "No wonder he would say such things to me."

Alan was still struggling. When she heard that Oisin had known it for a long time, she was stunned, and then turned to look at him, "What are you talking about Oisin? What did he say to you? Let go first. I."

"Oisin said 'You can't just look at the appearance'," Diarmuid smiled and grabbed Alan's hand as if treating a lover, "I only understand the meaning of this sentence now, I...I mean... ... Alan, are you willing to accept my pursuit?"

Alan's eyes widened, and she looked at him in disbelief, as if she didn't know the man in front of her at all. What happened, aren't they ordinary friends?Why did he suddenly say this to himself?What the hell is he trying to do? "Diarmuid, don't be joking..." Her heart was pounding, but her expression was extremely panicked.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"It's very problematic! It's full of problems! The problem is serious! Don't you think this kind of thing is very abrupt?! Or did you suddenly have a brain twitch!" Alan pushed him away violently, stood up rolling and crawling, and Trembling, "Are you joking? Don't you think it's too sudden to say such a thing now?"

"I don't think so." Diarmuid stood up and said seriously, "I need a wife, and you are the most suitable."

According to Celtic customs, Diarmuid should have had one or several wives long ago, but because of the relationship with the princess of the underwater country, he has never married. Taking none as wives, he was always courteous to them, treating them like sisters.

Because he never loved them in a romantic sense, he took pity on them, protected them, and respected them—out of knightly etiquette, but Alan was different, she had fought by his side, stood by his back, and understood him Respecting him encouraged him, and it wasn't just out of necessity that he wanted to marry her.

He liked her, maybe not to the extent of love, but enough.

Diarmuid reached out and grabbed Alan's hands. These hands were different from those of the gentle and polite ladies. They were covered with calluses and wounds. He knew that Alan had said that he was also different in size and size. scars. "Ailan, accept my pursuit and marry me as your wife." The golden brown eyes were full of sincerity.

He thought she would say yes.

"Sorry." Alan withdrew his hand and turned around, "I don't accept it, not at all."

Diarmuid was stunned, as if a scorching coal fire was suddenly poured with a basin of cold water.

"There are restrictions on me, and it is impossible for me to marry and have children like a normal girl in my life." Alan turned his back to Diarmuid and said sullenly, "And the most important point, your love mole may It can confuse women for you, but it can't give you true love and happiness, Diarmuid Odina, I don't really love you. You don't really love me either. What's the point of such a marriage?" After saying that, she turned around walk away.

Under the starlight, Diarmuid stood alone. For a long time, he touched the love mole at the corner of his eye with a wry smile, and then clenched his fists.

It is indeed too reckless, too disrespectful to Alan, and he was dazzled to do this kind of thing for a while... He blamed himself like this, besides being disappointed, he also felt the same feeling as when the Princess of the Underwater Kingdom just left. The bottom of my heart spread, bitter and astringent.

The author has something to say: There is nothing wrong with being reckless for a while.