Fulilian: Becomes a disciple of Celia at the beginning

The same words were spoken by Hafka again, and it was unclear whether it was a repetition of the words on the stone carving; or perhaps it was his own choice.

"Let's go."

"Go to the Holy City and accept the assessment of the Great Magician Celie. Whether it's true or false, don't gamble."

【six】

"hey-hey."

The girl Sora looked at her brother who was drunk on the table, and gently moved her face closer to observe her brother's different state from before.

"Ok?"

Perhaps realizing that someone was getting very close, Hafka opened his heavy eyes and looked drowsily at his sister standing in front of him.

"Hey, brother, you're awake!"

"Since you're awake, you should sit up. We don't have much time to spend together, so we have to cherish it."

"My aunt and uncle said that the family asked me to go back tomorrow. How annoying."

The girl said this with her arms crossed in anger. Even her complaining voice was so pleasant to the ear when it entered Hafka's mind.

"Since you don't want to leave, then stay and travel with your brother."

"Huh?!" The girl was shocked. "Is it really possible? If you do this, the family won't scold you, brother, right?"

"It doesn't matter. They probably want it that way."

"And your etiquette teachers will probably be happy for a while too!"

"Don't talk about me like that, brother. I'm a lady that's loved by etiquette teachers."

"But brother is the best."

The girl gave her brother a hug like she did when they were little, and Hafka narrowed his eyes and enjoyed it.

It’s hard to tell what’s true or false in the complexities of this world, but the emotions at this moment are incredibly sincere.

【Finish】

(The Andrer-style barrier theory originates from the storyboard on this page)

Chapter 112: Old Deng wakes up early and drinks at the cafe (two in one)

"Hmm~"

"It was a really comfortable sleep."

On the soft bed in the hostel, the sleep-filled elf squinted his eyes and stretched comfortably.

"As a teacher, I can't always act so lazy in front of my students."

"Occasionally, just get up early."

The elf yawned and climbed out of the bed, his white and tender feet stepped on the floor of the hostel, he walked into the bathroom and began to wash.

While brushing her teeth slowly, she looked in the mirror to see if her long hair had become tangled from sleeping.

She picked up the cup of water beside her, rinsed her mouth, looked at her white teeth in the mirror, and nodded with satisfaction.

Such a leisurely [morning time] is really pleasant. There were disciples waiting outside the door before. Although the necessary washing steps would not be reduced, it was inevitable that there would be some haste, and even the mood when washing would feel anxious.

Although, considering the elves' concept of time, this "anxiety" is indeed a bit weak.

But after all, it’s not as free as it is now to squander time.

After lingering in the bathroom for a long time and washing his long hair, the elf walked out of the bathroom humming a long-lost tune.

While using magic to dry his hair, he kicked the quilt that he had kicked off the floor when he went to sleep last night back onto the bed.

The poor quilt had to endure the constant ravages of the elf's jade feet at night, and in the morning it could not escape the same fate, lying in a messy pile on the bed, as if crying out its own tragic experience.

As the sunlight outside the window gradually became warmer, it shone into the house, casting a layer of dazzling soft light on the elf's already fair skin.

The elf's waist-length golden hair was also bathed in the sunlight and emitting a hazy glow.

Under the effect of magic, the long hair that was still wet after washing was quickly dried until every root was dry and smooth.

Just gently stroke your hair from the roots to the ends without feeling any resistance.

After putting on his coat, the elf used his finally free right hand to cast a skillful folk magic on the scattered sheets and quilt.

[Magic to keep your house tidy]!

As the magical light dissipated, the quilt that was originally in a mess was folded into an unusually neat shape. Even the few tiny wrinkles on the sheets were smoothed out as if they had been ironed.

"Yeah~ That's right."

Looking at the scene in front of him, the elf nodded with satisfaction to show his recognition of the results of his labor.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

"Next, sit on the chair and wait for the disciples to come."

"It's just that the sunlight this morning is a little too strong, isn't it?"

Sitting in a chair, Celie posed a question to herself, then turned to look out the window at the street scene.

"broken!"

at the same time.

【Holy City · Temple】

"May the protection, mercy and blessings of the goddess be on you and me." Haita, wearing divine robes, stood in front of the stage and read aloud the closing prayer of the morning prayer ceremony.

According to the procedure, the believers in the audience should respond by bowing and leave the church in an orderly manner after responding.

However, today the believers' actions stopped at responding. After bowing, they stayed where they were and refused to disperse for a long time.

After all, the [Lady Goddess] had just performed a miracle, and as a bishop, Haita could understand the current emotions of the believers, so he just stood quietly by and did not urge the believers.

Until a furtive figure in the back row came into Haita's sight.

Earlier, when the [Lady Goddess] sent down the "miracle", Haita, the bishop, noticed the flight trajectory of the "miracle", which was heading straight towards the direction where Gut was.

Therefore, after the morning prayer, Haita's eyes never left the last row of the audience.

Only in this way could one notice Gut's sneaky little action at the first moment.

At this moment, he had already flipped over from the back of the chair, lowered his body and hid behind the believers, as if he wanted to go through the side door and slip out from the small door that was not closed during the ceremony.

It was clear that the main entrance would open after a while; it was clear that I had already arranged to have a detailed discussion with him after the ceremony.

But I have to rush to leave in a slightly embarrassing way

Gut, there is indeed something wrong with you.

Haita reached out his hand to his chest, took off the divine robe and folded it neatly, then signaled his deputy beside him to come forward and take his place.

After handing over the divine robe, Haita chased after him.

Fortunately, the only side door that had not been closed was some distance away from the last row, and with the obstruction of some believers' bodies, Haita, who was running at big strides, just caught up with Gut who had gone ahead.

"Mr. Gutt, won't you stay and chat for a while?"

"Let's go outside and talk in a cafe."

Hearing the familiar voice behind him, Gut responded without stopping and without turning his head.

Then he lowered his head and just strode forward.

After walking out of the [Church], Gut walked quickly for a long time until he stopped in front of a coffee shop which was far away from the [Church]. He took the bill from the waiter at the door and found a chair to sit down.

However, this rampage really made it difficult for the old man following behind him.

When Haita, who was breathing heavily, caught up, even with his good nature, he couldn't help but complain a few words while taking a breath.

"Tsk-"

"I say, at least you should be considerate of an old man like me."

"Not all old people have the same physical strength as Xin Meier."

Across the table, Gu Te nodded absentmindedly, handed Haita a copy of the bill, and said apologetically.

"Sorry, I'll pay for this party."

"There are quite a few beers on the menu. Would you like some?"

"Of course!"

A moment later, the waiters in the cafe brought the two people's orders one after another.

A cup of fragrant coffee, two filling sandwiches, five large glasses of draft beer filled to the brim and some snacks to go with them.

Judging from the extent of this, Haita's resentment towards himself is quite large.

Gut, who ran out early because the goddess was chasing him, picked up the coffee cup and took a sip.

Looking at the man across the table who picked up a glass of draft beer and drank half a glass of Hitachi in one gulp, Gut really couldn't hold it in.

A draft beer cup of this size holds at least 1L.

That means Haita had poured in at least 400mL of liquid.

However, just as Gut was sighing, the devout monk took another sip and cleaned up the remaining golden wine in the cup.

Gut:.

Looking at the monk whose expression became relaxed and even his breathing became less disordered after drinking, Gut really didn't know what to say.

The brave team's evaluation of "drunken monks" is really appropriate.

However, Haita seemed to only like drinking and did not seem to have much interest in meat.

Whether it is the sandwich fillings chosen or the snacks that go with the beer, all of them are vegan.

After quenching his thirst with a glass of beer, Haita did not forget the purpose of his trip to catch up, and took this opportunity to start asking questions one by one.

"Gute, do you remember the note you gave me when we first met?"

"The magic that allows you to return to the future in [Time Travel: Bird Chapter]—is that [Fiarator]?"

"Yes, that's it." Hearing that Gut did not deny it, a hint of joy flashed in Haita's clear eyes.