Little Priest's Cat Diary

At the moment when Mia encountered an unexpected scene in the Sea God Temple, here, in the training ground of General Tellea's mansion, a sweaty blond boy jumped off the training platform.

While his blond hair was flying, there were tiny beads of sweat sprinkled in the air.

He quickly walked to the fountain pool beside him, and dipped his whole head into the water——

Yes, Sardis also learned this bad habit from Mia.

Although today is only two days of rest in a week, even without the urging of others, Sardis consciously came to the training ground.

This was absolutely unbelievable for him who used to love to sleep in. However, after these few months, he gradually got used to it.Even if you let him sleep late, he can't fall asleep.

Moreover, he worked hard to train every day, not only to leave that little servant far behind, but also to...

After washing his face with spring water, Sardis quickly walked to the stone pole next to him, raised his hand, and compared the top of his head to the stone pole, seeing that it was higher than the line drawn before. At one point, the corners of his lips immediately rose.

Well, a little higher again.

The teenager is content.

He thought about it happily.

When Mia comes over tomorrow, how can I show off this matter in front of Mia without any trace?

The old butler standing by the side of the training ground watched this scene with a kind smile on his wrinkled face.

The young master has become more and more energetic. He who was always not interested in anything before now seems to have light in his eyes.

the old man thought with relief.

Presumably, although Master Tellea didn't show it on the surface, he was satisfied with the young master's growth in his heart.

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As the evening approaches, the setting sun slantly shines on the earth, the shouts of the soldiers training in the barracks gradually weaken, and a little smoke rises.

In a room in the tall tower standing on one side of the barracks, the brown knight commander, who had drilled his subordinates hard all afternoon, was reporting to his superiors about the military training situation.

After the report, when he was about to leave, his superior stopped him.

"Nadia."

"Yes?"

"I heard that you are teaching Sardis to practice martial arts recently?"

"Well, there is such a thing."

"If it was Sardis who forcibly gave you an order, you can ignore it."

Putting the parchment he was flipping through on the table, General Treya looked up at his subordinate who was famous for his strength.

"Oh, no, it has nothing to do with him."

Nadia didn't think there was anything to hide about this matter, so she briefly explained the cause of the matter.

At the end, he raised his hand and touched the scar on his chin.

"Your Excellency Treya, to be honest, the qualifications of your young master are beyond my expectation." He smacked his lips, "It's your son."

"...Well, I see."

Tellea picked up the quill again and continued to sign the document that had just been put down.

"In this case, Sardis is begging you." He said, "You go."

"Subordinates retire."

After walking out of the room, Nadia couldn't help but glance back.

Speaking of which, he was also puzzled during this time.He always believed that the reason why General Tellea didn't force Sardis to practice martial arts was because Sardis didn't have the aptitude, nor was he self-motivated. Lord Tellea had no choice but to give up on him and let him become a dude.

But that doesn't seem to be the case.

Although he only taught Sardis for a few months, Nadia has already discovered that Sardis's talent is very good - he even has to admit that Sardis' talent in martial arts is even better than him.

This inevitably made Nadia feel strange.

Thinking in another way, if his child has such excellent aptitude and talent, even if he chases after him all the time with a stick, he will have to force him to practice.

But General Treya...

If it's because he spoils the child too much and doesn't want him to suffer, it doesn't look like it.

Although he felt strange about this matter, in the final analysis, it was his boss's family business, so Nadia buried this doubt in his heart and didn't think too much about it.

He quickened his pace and left here.

After Nadia left, Tellia was the only one left in the room.

Needles could be heard in the room, and the man stared at the paperwork on the table with deep eyes. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he could only see that the pen in his hand didn't move for a long time.

After a long time, he closed his eyes.

Layers of phantoms of lavender flower clusters appeared in front of his eyes.

In the backyard of his mansion, there are wisterias all over the yard.

It is the season when the wisteria is in full bloom. When the wind blows, the flowers sway like waves, which is too beautiful to behold.

His beloved always loves to stand under the fluttering layers of wisteria flowers, looking at the sky quietly.

The beautiful figure under the flower was so illusory that it seemed that it would disappear before his eyes anytime and anywhere.

"Opelila..."

A vague sigh resounded in the room, and quickly disappeared into the air.

No more traces.

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In the depths of the Sea God Temple, there is an exquisite and small courtyard.

Tall olive trees surround it, casting a shadow on the ground.

In the center of the courtyard is a dolphin-shaped fountain carved from white jade. Two dolphins, one big and one small, intertwine and spray clear water in different directions.

A babbling stream surrounds the fountain, and the water is so clear that the pebbles at the bottom of the stream can almost be seen.

A man walked into the courtyard along the gravel road beside the stream. The sun shone on his tall and burly body, casting a shadow on the ground.

The pitch-black boots stomped on the gravel, making steady and powerful footsteps.

It was evening, but the sun was still bright, pulling the man's shadow long under his feet.

The stone corridor forms a circle around the courtyard with the stone fountain as the center, and the emerald green vines climb up the rock along the stone pillars of the corridor, and then cover the hollowed-out top of the corridor.

The vines are intertwined, spreading a blue color on the top of the promenade, blocking the hot sun.

Clusters of small lavender petals hang down from the green vines, overlapping one another, and at first glance, it looks like a light purple ocean.

Looking closer, it looks like a string of lavender wind chimes, shaking slightly when the wind blows, swaying and swaying.

The woman stood under the lavender flowers, raised one hand, and supported a stone pillar in the corridor.

She held her head up slightly, and the scattered light passing through the gaps of the vines fell on the lower half of her face, and her small chin seemed to be shining white in the sun.

Just a silhouette, this piece of wisteria flower waterfall in full bloom will lose its color in comparison.

Where she was, everything was eclipsed.

Only she is the only color.

Like her fingertips dyed with cardamom gently supporting the white jade pillar, she stood quietly under the wisteria flowers, looking up at the boundless sky.

A strong and powerful arm stretched out from behind, hugged the slender body, and embraced it.

Opelila lowered her eyes, she turned her head, and the waterfall-like long golden hair fell from her shoulders and scattered on the strong arm that held her.

The tall, black-haired man lowered his head, kissed her forehead, and called her name softly.

"Opelilla."

The man's nostalgic and gentle kiss fell again, on her cheeks, the corners of her eyes, and her lips.

He sighed, looked at Opelila softly, and told his thoughts and love for her.

"I miss you, miss you very much."

Reaching out to push a strand of blond hair in Opelila's eyes behind her ear, the man stared at her with deep fascination and bitterness.

"I know I shouldn't be doing this, but you're driving me crazy... you know what, Opelila, every minute of every second, I want to see you like this, I want you to be there all the time by my side."

He was well aware of how despicable his behavior was.

He had been troubled by it, and he had tried to forget Opelila.

But he still couldn't control his love for her after all.

When he saw her for the first time, his heart, his whole soul had already fallen into it.

She made him swoon.

Nestling softly in the man's arms, Opelilla's expression was very calm. The look she leaned in the man's arms was the same as that of her leaning in the arms of Tellea, and it seemed to her that there was no difference.

The double images of wisteria flowers flying in the wind were reflected in her eyes, and the flower shadows swayed in her eyes, but there was no ripple in them.

Quietly listening to the man confide in his ear the pain of his missing, her eyes are always light and calm.

Suddenly, there was a little noise from the bushes in the corner of the courtyard.

Although it was only an extremely slight sound, the man with keen senses noticed it immediately.

"Who?!"

The man shouted sharply, and at the same time turned around, protecting Opelila behind him.

When he lowered his face, there was an invisible majesty exuding from his body.

The green bush that made a slight noise was quiet under his sharp shouts, without any response.

The man walked towards the bush with a sullen face, his hand was already on the saber at his waist, and he could draw the sword out of its sheath in a second.

The hand on the hilt was thick, with calluses on the fingers, it was obvious that this was a hand that had been using weapons for a long time.

The bushes are tall and dense, staggered and densely clustered together.

rustle.

rustling.

Before the man got close, he heard the sound of branches and leaves shaking from the bushes, as if something was coming out of the bushes.

His gaze became sharper, his right shoulder was slightly tensed, and the hand on the hilt of the sword was ready to go.

No matter who broke in here by accident, for the sake of Opelila...and himself, he must shut that person up forever!

It's just that the person was unlucky and ran into his tryst with Opelila.

Just when the murderous look in the man's eyes was about to draw his sword out of its sheath, there was a crash, and a fiery red head suddenly protruded from the dense bushes, reaching right in front of the man's eyes, and almost bumped into it.

Startled, the man reflexively backed away.

When he saw clearly what suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, he suddenly showed a look of dumbfounding.

A fiery red deer emerged from the bushes. Its dark eyes stared at the man for a moment, and then showed a humanized look of disgust.

It stopped talking to the man, but turned its head and bit off the leaves of the bushes around it, chewed a few mouthfuls, seemed to find the leaves unpalatable, then spit it out on the ground again, then walked away from the bushes with its head raised out.

The man who felt that he was disgusted by a deer looked a little dark, but he was relieved because of it.

Released his hand from the hilt, he looked back at Opelila and asked, "This is the big horned fawn I sent to you? You brought it too?"

Standing behind the man, Opelila's eyes fell on Baiyue Xiaolu, and she hummed softly.

The man turned his head and looked at the cute young deer, which was all fiery red, with only four hooves and small white horns, and laughed.

"It seems that you like it very much. This gift is the right one for me."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the fawn's head.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, Baiyue Xiaolu tilted his head and avoided his hand.

Its dark and bright eyes stared at the man for a few seconds, then, it looked away, stepped aside and walked aside, only giving the man a twisting ass.

There is also a small fluffy tail swinging behind the buttocks.

The man was stunned, and laughed out loud after he realized it.

"This little guy doesn't seem to like me."

As he said this, he looked away from the young deer, and he didn't seem to be angry at being thrown by the young deer.

He turned around with a smile and walked back to the corridor, hugged his beloved woman again, kissed her lovingly, immersed in the happiness of meeting the beloved woman.

The bushes remained silent.

No one noticed that in the depths of this dense bush, a young man huddled and hid behind the bush, tensed his shoulders, and covered his mouth with both hands, not daring to take a breath.

A pair of blue eyes were wide open, full of panic.

The so-called surviving life after catastrophe is like this.