Why does the princess wear a skirt [Western Fantasy]

It is the princess hug of a legendary male protagonist!

Although it is not the same as what he thought before, but!I'm even happier!I never thought I would have such a domineering day!

But he was badly broken!Akimbo!

Irene, who was even more excited, had sparkling eyes, staring at the terribly pretty face of her lover in her arms, and shouted with a smile, "Bishop!"

After calling his lover's name, without waiting for the other party's answer, he directly lowered his head and kissed the other party's cheek resoundingly.

Tender and slippery, just like the description of the heroine in the novels he had read before!

"Eileen."

Seeing such a behavior of his lover, Bishop also laughed.

Those dark and black eyes slowly faded, revealing the original crystal clear light green like gems and amber.

As beautiful as the only light in the abyss.

Irene took this miraculous and beautiful picture into her eyes and engraved it on her heart.

Dumbfounded, he smiled foolishly and murmured, "Eyes can change color..."

The two just looked at each other, smiling, and the atmosphere was harmonious and beautiful.

If it wasn't for Irene who couldn't hold her anymore, she would really want to be like this until the end of time.

No way, the fragile princess is just an ordinary magician who is too lazy to exercise. Let him hug a man who is a head taller than him and has muscles hidden under his clothes. It was too embarrassing for him!It is really impossible to do it, the heart is more than enough, but the strength is not enough.

Bishop, who finally landed on both feet, had a very natural and gentle expression. He had nothing in common with the demon who crawled out of the abyss to destroy the world not long ago.

He wrapped his arms around Irene's waist with one hand, touched her soft, fluffy golden hair, and asked softly, "Are you hurt?"

Irene was still giggling. Excited and happy, he didn't feel the uneasiness of his lover at all. He shook his head cheerfully and said, "No! I just got caught by that sack and came in."

After talking, I felt that the matter of wearing a sack did not seem to be in line with my own elegance, but I have said it all, how can I share it incompletely!

So he continued: "There were too many people in the tavern just now, I just wanted to find a quiet place to get some air, but I didn't expect to see a few guys in black robes putting sacks on others! Do you know how to put sacks on others? It's the kind of fun activity that takes a big bag and puts it on other people's heads, and then kicks and kicks. When we have a chance in the future, let's see who doesn't like it and try again. Let's talk about those black people Robe, I just accidentally saw them wearing sacks, and who knows, I was targeted, even though I tore off the transfer scroll, I was still caught in it..."

The eloquent princess shares her joy with her lover, while expressing her innocence.

After talking so much, I suddenly felt something was wrong. Why did Bishop and the others come in?Still in such an unassuming way.

Is it...

"Are you also brought in by a sack?"

Facing his lover's doubts, Bishop smiled and continued to touch the other's long hair, and said, "It's almost the same, but it came in from another one. Leslie also has a sack like this, and there is a magic circle between the sacks."

He could see that Irene was very interested in the sack, so he explained it in detail.

As for what happened before entering the sack, Irene didn't need to know.

"Oh!"

Irene narrowed her eyes and smiled, this time her smile seemed a little cunning.

Same sack!Borrowing one back, it seems not bad!

But isn't sacking just about enjoying punches and kicks?Such a space bag seems to fail to achieve the original purpose of happiness.

Then again, why does Leslie have exactly the same sack that still figured out the magic circle?I always feel that something is not right!It's hard for him not to think about anything, such as being in a gang or something.

A gang is impossible.

Leslie would never admit that he was with those ugly black robes.

But he was thinking, thinking about why the other party had this sack, and why those black robes with green eyes seemed to be familiar to him, and he knew that the other party was ugly...

After pondering for a long time, he finally remembered with difficulty, aren't those black robes the green 'goods' that his teacher sold to other necromancers?

When he remembered, he forgot too many details.

Maybe it's because the past is not worth recalling, and he doesn't want to recall it, so he gradually forgets these unimportant things.

"How did you come in? Wasn't it the loosening of the magic circle?"

The white-bearded old mage walked in front of the brave team, interrupting the warmth of the brave and the princess, the joy of Jerry and Garcia's reunion, Leslie's memories of the past, and Cook's gaze at Leslie.

Just as he finished speaking, the world suddenly spun, and everyone in the space of the burlap bag came out.

However, what greeted them was a wide stone cave.

Although it is large, it is not easy to accommodate so many magicians.

Not long after standing still, I heard a strange voice echoing in the cave.

"Open the door in front of you before you can leave."

Everyone who heard this looked at the... giant door directly in front of them.

Really giant.

An iron door with strange patterns is directly embedded in the entire cave, which looks very spectacular.

"This is, this is 'his' place! The huge iron gate, and the cave that can only be entered and cannot be entered!"

"who is it?"

"That 'he', the notorious one in the legend!"

"It's 'he'! I'm so lucky to be here!"

……

Irene was at a loss when she heard the commotion, who is 'he'?

Why does it seem like everyone knows each other?

The princess looked at Bishop, looked at her teammates, and looked at other mages. Fortunately, not everyone understands, otherwise, wouldn't it be obvious that she is ignorant?

"'He' is still alive?"

"Who knows! I think he must be alive. After all, 'he' has robbed so many things from the gods, it's fine, can he still die?"

"Keep your voice down! Maybe 'he' is listening!"

"Didn't you hear that 'he' died? There are still many people going to grab what 'him' left behind!"

"'He' died, hundreds of years ago."

"Who is talking nonsense!"

Several old mages with white beards shouted loudly, they didn't want to be implicated to death.

However, the broken voices continued.

"'He' is really dead."

"So, is there anything left?"

"Yes, but 'he' won't tell you, and those of you who disturb the rest of the dead will certainly not find it."

"Yes...it was the voice from the door, 'he'..."

A younger mage pointed tremblingly at the door.

He was really afraid, afraid of the 'him' that the teacher used to scare him since he was a child.

Irene was even more at a loss for these messy conversations.

So he silently grabbed Bishop's arm and quietly hid himself behind Bishop.

The voice coming from the door sounded so haunting, it always felt like a haunted scene.

Just thinking about it, from the corner of the eye, Leslie suddenly knelt on the ground with a distorted expression.

……

no?Are you so afraid?

So who is 'he'?

Before the tangled princess could come up with something, all the mages disappeared suddenly, and the cave became empty, leaving only the brave team.

The iron door slammed open, but the inside of the door was dark without any light.

And Leslie was not only kneeling, but lying on the ground with his head in his arms, very embarrassed.

Just when Irene was about to say something to break the silence, Leslie suddenly got up and ran into the door that was too dark to see anything.

Cook's pupils shrank, and he also ran in.

The rest of the brave team looked at each other a few times and followed them in.

"Oh, why are you back?"

"I brought my friend back, 'he' will be upset!"

"Don't scare the little one, 'he' is happy to see you making friends, but not happy to have you back."

"'He' is gone, and I don't know if I came back secretly."

Those few lively voices sounded again, echoing in this dark place where no one knew where to turn, it sounded extremely eerie.

Irene, who was a bit afraid of ghosts, hurried to Bishop's side in fright, then kicked her right foot with her left foot, released her lover's hand from tension, and threw herself forward, and fell with great difficulty.

Fortunately, he stood up quickly, and quickly touched Bishop's arm to hug him.

Just as he was about to ask what was going on, he heard Leslie's voice.

"Don't be noisy." Leslie yelled very rudely at the two voices.

"You're angry!"

"It's so fierce to be angry!"

"Forget it, forget it, I won't bother you, there are a lot of bad people outside, don't let them find you."

As soon as the voice fell, all eyes suddenly lit up.

It turned out that they were standing in a hall made of stone caves, and the surrounding furniture and ornaments were also made of stones.

Leslie, who was not far away, was still kneeling on the ground with his head covered.

Looking at the complexion, it seems to be in pain.

"Are you ok?"

Cook tried to help Leslie up, but was waved away again by the other party.

Leslie, who no longer covered his head, did not answer Cook. He looked up at the small door next to the stone hall and walked over.

He who was supporting Shimen suddenly touched his face, but his eyes kept dripping with big tears.

He remembered, and remembered that his memory was changed by the teacher.

The teacher is a eccentric but gentle, kind and very good-looking person, not the devil in memory, and the teacher committed suicide.

Many, many years ago, when he was a teenager and fell in love with a pretty girl in the town, he encountered a monster riot, and then he died.

The teacher who waited for many days without seeing him return to the mountain only waited for his body torn apart by monsters and... a wandering soul.The teacher asked him, do you still want to live?He also said that sometimes living is the most painful thing.

He still chose to live.

There is nothing in this world that the teacher can't do, so he came back to life, but the teacher's stitching skills are not good, so that there are many ugly marks on his resurrected body.So, the teacher told him that the elves can make 'skin', and then the teacher committed suicide.At that time, the teacher had already fulfilled his dream and had no attachment to the world.He was sad, but the teacher was very happy.

The teacher left him almost everything, and asked him to go to the elves to buy what he liked, and change it when he was tired of using it. Then he said that he was too famous, and someone would definitely want to grab these inheritances after his death. He also said that he was The second most valuable in the inheritance, his memory will be changed and replaced.

The last words were to let him burn the laboratory, including the most perfect works inside.

However, he had just finished packing the things except the laboratory, and he forgot everything, and it was too late to complete the teacher's last words.

"I'm still crying at this age."

"What a shame!"

"Did you miss 'him'?"

"Definitely is."

"Then why cry? 'He' was so happy when he died!"

"Because you're stupid."

"Stop talking, be quiet, or you will be unhappy."

The lively voices came and went quickly, as if they came out to laugh at the 'you' they said.

And the brave team also understood that Leslie had something to do with this place.

Although I don't know who the "he" in these voices is, the "you" refers to Leslie.

It's been a long, long time.

Irene was a little tired after standing for a long time, and Leslie, who had adjusted his mood not far away, said to the room: "Left, left, right, prepare some food for my friends."

Then he forced a smile and said to his teammates: "This is my home, but I forgot it before."

No one in the brave team asked Leslie what he would forget, and they couldn't do it as teammates.

As for why the elf's home is in this strange-looking place, let alone ask, but several lively voices rang out again.

"No food."

"There's no clean water either."

"You haven't come back for hundreds of years, and you have nothing!"

"Oh, by the way, we don't have magic crystals anymore, don't forget to put them on for us!"

"Yeah, barely staying awake, so tired."

……

After hearing this, Leslie stopped smiling and didn't have time to continue to be sad. Instead, he said to his teammates very seriously: "Let me show you the teacher's laboratory."

In the laboratory, these terrible guys can't urge him to give the magic spar!He didn't forget that to maintain these guys, the best magic spar was needed!He just cheated Cook two, and it's not hot yet!

As for the teacher's laboratory.

Anyway, they are all going to be burned. Before that, let's show your teammates to take a look.

If the teacher has any hobbies, it is probably to show off his new works to others, and now he has completed his hobbies.

Leslie pushed the door open and led the team inside.

Almost everything in the laboratory was covered with a black cloth, except for the long table in the middle covered with a white cloth, on which lay a child with his hands flat on his chest.

As the team of brave men approached, they realized that the little child had opened his eyes!Exquisite appearance, black hair and black eyes!

It looks like an ordinary cute child, but without any heartbeat or breathing.

This is not a human being.

Nor is it any race on the Seta continent.

Irene's eyes told him that this was just a...craft without heartbeat, breath, or flesh and blood.

"This is the teacher's most perfect work, Xiu." Leslie smiled, afraid that his teammates would think too much when they saw the child, he quickly added: "The teacher is a kind person, and he never uses life as an experiment. Xiu is completed by magical elements and other things, he is not from the hands of the Creation Priest, but he is also the god of Seta, a god that will never appear."

Because, the teacher did not intend to give life to Xiu.

Seta's greatest mage is 'he'.