After the holy sword is broken

Chapter 11

It's raining today.

Alger woke up in the morning, opened the curtains, and thought about looking at the gloomy sky outside the window.

For the dock town in the rainy season, continuous rainfall is the norm, and the sunshine in the past two days is a gift from the gods.

It's just that once the sky is overcast, people will feel tired easily, and the most intuitive feedback is that they don't want to get up.

Rubbing his eyes, he still got up. His long-term self-discipline did not allow him to spend too much time on the bed.

Dressed and washed, splashed cold water on the face, immediately sobered up a lot.Wipe off the water drops, put on the epee, went out to the prayer room, and did the morning class as usual.

Next is breakfast. Today, the kitchen provides rye bread, a large slice of ham, honey milk and raw vegetables, which is no different from the past.Before using a knife and fork, you should pray to the gods you believe in to express your gratitude.

Everything was in order, with rules and order, like any other day.

Except for the man outside the door.

Under the gloomy sky, everything is gray, only the young man standing at the door is as dazzling as dew in the sun.When he saw his figure appear, his azure jewel-like eyes lit up instantly.

The pressure is really high...

Alger rubbed his forehead.

But now he still has something to ask of the other party, so it's not easy to avoid it, and he can't make the relationship stiff.

He paused for a while, but still moved forward.

"Mr. Burgess, what can I do for you?"

Burgess looked at him and stretched out a smile.The exquisite and perfect smile, every detail is just right, as if measuring too much with a ruler.

He held out his hand and handed something over.

"I heard you say yesterday that your dagger is broken."

What he held in his hand was a straight dagger.

The dark unknown metal is mixed with holy silver, the handle and scabbard are inlaid with rubies, and the combination of runes is surrounded, with a strange beauty.

I fell in love with it almost as soon as I saw it.

But he still refused: "Thank you very much, but I have already found a replacement, which is also a very good dagger. If one day, one of my weapons is damaged, I am willing to entrust you to build a better dagger. suitable."

Burgess looked at him silently for a moment, then withdrew the dagger.

"Except for the holy sword." He emphasized.

Alger was a little helpless: "Dwarves hate the poem of truth, do you hate us too?"

Burgess nodded and shook his head: "I only like you."

Alger suddenly smiled, the serious look of the person opposite made him want to pat his head.

"It's rare for me to see such pure emotion in people of your age. It's hard to imagine that you came from the royal city."

"In your heart, what kind of place is Wangcheng?"

Alger thought for a while: "Probably... a place full of flowers and glory."

Burgess shook his head and asked again: "What about your poem of truth? What is it like?"

"Would you like to see for yourself?"

"I have seen it." He was already in the proper place of the poem of truth.

"Really?" Alger made an inviting gesture, with a bright and gentle smile on his face: "Please come with me, let's have a look again."

Burgess also laughed, looking intently at Alger's blue eyes, which were filled with intoxicating light like broken diamonds, and his mouth was still very proud: "For the sake of being with you."

The Poetry of Truth Headquarters is a sacred and pure place for believers of the Star Cult.

For dwarves, mentioning it is sneering, as if it is a heinous crime.

But for Alger, everything here is ordinary, as familiar and natural as the air.

The courtyard layout of the Poetry of Truth is extremely simple, there are not many fancy things, only a few simple buildings, and a large open space.

"Because no one wants to do maintenance, everyone is usually very busy, even if they are not busy..."

In front of a pure white single-story bungalow, the wooden windows were suddenly broken, and two people dressed as priests wrestled together, one pinching the other by the neck and pressing it out.

The person living below was obviously very flexible. He leaned against the wall and saw Alger and Burgess while hanging upside down. He also greeted him very heartily: "Ye...good morning, Alger."

"...Some unexpected situations often occur." Alger finished his unfinished sentence and looked at them speechlessly.

The one who started the action reacted very quickly, and quickly pulled his colleague back. Before returning to the range of the sound-proof barrier, his voice could still be heard.

"Say hello, don't you want to lose face..."

From the opening of the window, one can vaguely see the chaos inside.

A lady in a black robe walked to the window, holding a heavy book in her arms.She smiled at them gently, her brown eyes were deep and quiet, full of wisdom and tolerance.

The light of restoration flashed, and the broken windows remained intact, as if nothing had happened.

Alger explained with a little embarrassment: "Some internal meetings of the religious group sometimes go on quite intensely."

"Meeting? So early."

Looking at the sky, early spring and overcast clouds make it gloomy at this time.

"Hmm... Maybe it's not the morning meeting, but it's been held since last night." Alger sighed.

This kind of time arrangement that violates physiology has almost become the tradition of the church.

"Let's... go and look elsewhere."

It’s not good to let the guests see the bad-tempered adults breaking the windows and walls.

Burgess nodded and followed him quietly, with a hint of obedience. After walking a few steps, he felt that the executor was too silent, so he took the initiative to provoke the topic.

"You just said that everyone is very busy, what about you? Will staying with me delay you from doing other things?"

"Well... At present, the Holy Sword is the most important one in my task sequence, you may not like me mentioning it very much," Alger smiled at him: "So to put it another way, right now, you are the most important."

Burgess stopped and looked straight at him.

Alger didn't know why, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Burgess shook his head: "You are really... unconscious."

Alger still didn't understand.

"Go on." Burgess said lightly.

With beautiful blue eyes like jewels, she silently watched the executor's hand swinging back and forth by her side, and wanted to hold it, but it was not suitable.

Why do you like it so much?

He obviously only met a few times, and at first he just glanced at it from afar before making such a decision.

Settle here.

Wanting to get closer, but also wanting to back away, hesitating and hesitating like he used to be.The poems and stories that were once dismissed, and the incomprehensible obsession and love, can actually be fulfilled in him.

At first, he didn't think much, as long as he met that person once on the road, he would be happy all day.

Now, even the longing is hard to suppress. Every night when I close my eyes, every morning after opening my eyes, and even every night in my dreams, I desperately want to see him.

"Be careful!" cried out.

The person who had been watching stretched out his hand to protect him and took two steps back. A bolt of lightning fell from the sky and hit the front. A black mark appeared on the flat ground of the school field.

"Are you okay?" His silver-gray eyes were full of concern.

The heart is still beating violently, but it is not because of the crisis just now.

He shook his head slowly.

"I'm very good."

"Alger, why did you come here?" The strange voice sounded like he was relieved.

The mage robes are the same, the only difference is that this male mage also wears a pair of monocles, which looks refined.

There was a little child standing beside him, wearing a miniature robe and holding a small staff in his hand. His fingers were too short and fleshy, and it was difficult to maintain the standard hand gestures for holding the staff.

At this time, the child was looking at them with watery eyes, and murmured, "I'm sorry..."

"Sorry, I didn't know you guys were practicing the 'Lightning Falling Technique'." Alger wanted to comfort the child: "Well...the practice is pretty good, and it's already able to drop thunder. It's very good."

But the child didn't seem to be comforted, the water vapor in his eyes rolled around twice, and it was about to fall down.

The mage wearing a monocle coughed: "Actually, what he learned was not 'Lightning Falling Art', but 'Changing the Weather'."

uh... so...

Alger looked up at the sky, then squatted down, and patted the child's head: "The clouds are quite dense, come on, we will definitely be able to successfully call the rain."

The child pursed his mouth, feeling even more aggrieved.

"It's not 'calling the rain'," the monocle looked at the sky, and said calmly, "it's 'dispelling dark clouds'."

... This is very embarrassing.

Alger's face froze, and he forcibly recovered: "It's okay, it's going to rain in this weather, the rainy season, it's already amazing that you can keep the cloudy sky for so long. Come on, try again!"

Under Alger's encouraging gaze, the child raised his staff again, and tried his best to perform the standard spell-casting action of "dispelling dark clouds".

The light flashed across the tip of the staff, and then another bolt of lightning fell from the sky, hitting the little witch who was happily passing by while holding the herbs and humming, splashing a small piece of soil.

"Oh!" The little witch exclaimed, took half a step back, and took off her big hood: "Are you practicing lightning strike?"

"No no no," the monocle shook his index finger: "change the weather."

The little witch looked up at the sky: "Call the rain?"

The child finally couldn't help it, threw the staff away, and cried "Wow".

"Dispel the dark clouds." Monocle Glasses and Alger corrected in unison.

The little witch looked at the crying child helplessly, her eyes were blank and innocent.

Did she say anything?

Look left and right at the monocle and the executor.

No matter how you think about it, it must be the fault of these two guys!

Alger hugged the child into his arms in amused and helpless manner, and cast a look at the monocle.

How to teach children?Did you get the wrong spell?

The monocle returned a look and compared the shape of the mouth.

You got it wrong. What I teach is the genuine version of "Dispelling Dark Clouds".

Then how did it become "Lightning Falling Technique"?

The practice is not right, stop coaxing, stop coaxing, and continue.

Burgess stood aside, quietly watching them coming and going, suddenly feeling suffocated.

They are companions, and there is an incomparable tacit understanding between them.

And he is not.

When they all stand together, only oneself is excluded.

It is only because that person asks for something from him that there is an intersection, which is an indifferent and unreliable relationship.

How can a real friendship be built that will take a place in his life even when he no longer needs himself?

Alger returned the coaxed child to the monocle, got up and found Burgess looking at him thoughtfully, and couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Burgess shook his head: "You like children very much?"

"It's okay." Alger replied blankly, "Why do you ask that?"

Burgess explained very seriously: "If you want to have a child of your own, I may not be able to do it, but if you really like it, we can have it in the future..."

In the eyes of the monocle and the little witch, who was first shocked and then teased, Alger waved his hands hastily: "Stop, stop."

He sighed helplessly: "What are you... What are you thinking about?"

Time flowed quietly, and we spent three or five days together like this.

The life of the religious order is ordinary and stable, but also rich and colorful. Every day is similar, but completely different.

Alger told Fa Ye confidently: "I think I've already convinced him a little."

Mage Dana looked at him sympathetically: "If you think so, then so be it."

Do you think that this blacksmith, like you, only wants to forge swords?Maybe people only think about hugging and holding hands, and the holy sword is a chimera.

Sigh.

Oh my poor Alger, may the gods bless you as always.