Son of the Olden Days

In the afternoon, Sol found the giant Bart, who was alone in the corner of the monastery, chopping wood.

The huge body squatted on a tree stump like an old bear. His head with tangled hair was hanging weakly. The axe on his sturdy arms occasionally shook, splitting the wood in front of him.

The whole picture is numb and dull, with a sense of silence and desolation.

Noting Saul's approach, Bart seemed to have suddenly come to life, and suddenly stood up, his chest straightened, and his hands were still a little nervously rubbing his clothes twice.

Except that he still has no friends, Bart is obviously used to the **** life of the monastery.

Not long ago, Sol used the task as a reason to fool Bart, who is slightly lacking in intelligence, hoping that he can always observe his surroundings and work hard to learn how to be an ordinary person, so that he can mix in ordinary life in the future.

Looking at it now, there are still some changes in Bart, at least that cheap but neat dress will no longer exude a smoky body odor all day long, and the huge body will no longer be curled up and crying all day to find comfort.

But it seems that that's all there is to it.

It is too difficult for a person who has been living in the negative for a long time to climb back to the bright zone on his own. It is far from being achieved with a word or determination. It's like struggling in the mud all the time. If you relax a little, you will sink deeper and deeper.

Saul sighed slightly, smiled and patted Bart's thick shoulder.

"There is a temporary task. I need to leave the monastery and go to the town. It may be a bit difficult. I guess I won't be able to come back in the evening. If you are interested in being with me, I can help you say hello to the deacon."

Bart nodded quickly, not caring about the content of the mission at all, as if he could go all the way to **** as long as he followed Sol.

Leaving the monastery, Sol took Bart to the market on the main street of the North End.

Although the market in Gray Screen Town is far less lively than the new town, it is considered as people coming and going, but the muddy and muddy ground under your feet always gives people the illusion that they are crossing the swamp.

Bart has been in the monastery for a while, but apparently this is the first time he has come to the streets of Greyscreen. Most of the pedestrians around were surprised by Patna's tall and unusual figure, and adopted an attitude of evasive guard.

Bart seemed unaware, his curious head turned around, looking excitedly at the market.

Asking him not to go away, Saul bought some toast as his staple food, and concentrated on picking some fairly fresh vegetables and meat, and then took Bart and left the market.

Yesterday Irene suddenly ran to the monastery and said that she would clean her storeroom today, and asked Sol if he could go and help. Sol naturally agreed.

I thought it should be just a small matter of moving and lifting, so Saul called Bart by the way, not only could treat him to a full meal, but also bring a pitiful sense of participation to Bart's barren life.

Standing at the door of Irene's house, Saul couldn't help but remember that there were two people on the snowy night in the cold winter last year, and Shuggs dragged himself here under the banner of using food to lure ignorant girls.

It has been almost a year in a blink of an eye.

Many things seem useless.

Trivial, fragmented, and plain.

But it makes up your life.

There was a knock on the door for a while and no answer was received. Just as Saul was a little confused, Irene, with a floral towel on her head and an apron around her waist, poked her head out from the back of the house and waved her hands like a cute little cook. The cloth duster rushed towards Saul.

Perhaps in the eyes of many wealthy families, Irene belongs to the kind of wild girl who is slightly charming but lacks etiquette and education, but in Saul’s view, her refreshing and lively temperament and understanding demeanor are more than many in the world. The struggling woman in here is much better.

She seemed to want to jump into Saul's arms, and when she ran closer to see Bart's tall body, she stopped abruptly.

"Huh? You brought new friends?" Irene looked curious.

"Yes, don't you want to organize the storage room? This reliable big guy is named Bart, and he has strength. If your Majesty the Queen has any instructions, please instruct us to complete it."

Saul smiled and pressed his chest with one hand, and the back of the other hand was bent down halfway behind him, decently acting like a servant.

Seeing Saul's mischief, Irene smiled and raised a small fist to hammer him.

After introducing each other for Irene and Bart.

"Hello, Bart." Irene smiled generously.

Bart, who was holding the food, looked very awkward, as if he was about to squeeze the food bag, and spoke more uncomfortably.

"You... hello, Mrs. Drake."

Irene's face flushed as soon as Bart's words fell.

"Uh... Bart, don't shout, you can call her Ms. Joyce, no, Ms. Irene is fine. Forget it, just call him Irene, she is very kind." Sol scratched his head.

The three of them talked and walked to the storage room behind Irene's house.

On the way, Sol approached Irene's ear, whispered a brief introduction of Bart's identity and general situation to Irene, and then asked Irene to treat him like a normal person.

It's just that the three of them didn't notice a pair of silent eyes in the darkness not far behind them. People in the darkness could see the three people clearly through the lights of Irene's house, but no one could see him.

Irene’s storage room is not big or small, and the work is almost as expected.

Catch up the spiders, drive out the mice, nail a few plates, air out some old goods to dust them, and move some heavy objects to reserve a more reasonable and spacious passage for walking.

Bart smiled silly, working passionately and meticulously. If Saul hadn't stopped him, he might be able to tear down the storage room at Irene's house and rebuild one.

With the hard work and cooperation of the three people, the already simple work was completed quickly, much earlier than expected.

Then Irene invited Sol and Bart to visit her home.

Stepping into Irene's house again is a little different from Sol's vague impression in the dark last year.

There is a square dining table on the parquet carpet in the center of the living room, and the surrounding chairs are neatly gathered under the table. A well-made crystal lamp hangs from the ceiling, just above the dining table. As long as you light a candle, it will surely illuminate a pleasant dinner.

Sitting next to the small round table for the guests, Sol sat upright and serious, with a deep and steady expression, thinking about how to explain the abduction of other people’s daughters if Irene’s mother or father suddenly appeared. , I don’t know if I will be beaten for playing foolish.

Bart sat more upright. In addition to keeping his posture, he had to keep his **** back so as not to push Irene's chair too hard.

The two figures sitting across the table were stretched straight, like two men on horseback.

Irene brought two cups of steaming wormwood fragrant tea on the tray, and then sat down on the arm of Sol's chair, lowered her head slyly and whispered in Sol's ear:

"My uncle's family has gone back, and my parents followed them to Dry Leaves Ridge as a guest. My sister doesn't expect to be back tonight, so no one is at home now."

Oh, so no one!

The next moment, Saul slumped into the chair lazily like a leak, and Irene gave him a funny pinch.

Bart squeezed his hands on his knees, quietly raised his eyes to look at the flirting and cursing dog men and women opposite, and quickly lowered his head with a serious face, silently experiencing an unspeakable pain that suddenly appeared in his heart.

After carrying the food into the kitchen, Saul stood beside Irene busy together.

"This apron belongs to my father."

While talking, Irene walked around behind the terrified Thor and tied a plain apron to him.

Then, Irene took Thor's hands around her waist, slowly moved up and finally pressed on her chest.

"Do you feel it?" Irene lowered her hair and asked like a mosquito.

"It seems...a little bigger?" Saul squeezed, and asked with some uncertainty.

"Stupid, I didn't wear anything inside. No one was at home tonight. You suddenly brought a friend to scare me. Fortunately, this skirt is a little loose and can't be seen." Irene stomped her feet and shyly whispered. You glanced.

It seems that Irene really likes the dress she sent. Every time Saul sees this dress, it is always washed clean and well maintained. Like a new one, Irene will occasionally pull it carefully when she is in a daze. Drop some threads and hair balls.

Listening to her blunt hint, Saul curled his lips and gave a dangerous smile.

"Well, now that you are enlightened, I don't think you will have any chance to get out of bed tonight."

Two silhouettes embracing each other, a long sweet kiss.

Soon, the scent of the food spread out from the kitchen, and Bart, who was sitting in the living room, was suffering every day. He twisted his **** uncomfortably to fight hunger, and wanted to take out the cushion under his **** and take a bite.

With the cooperation of Thor and Irene, the delicacies have appeared one after another, and they have reached the stage of serving them, and they will be served soon.

This should have been a warm and pleasant dinner, as it should have been.

until……

Outside Irene's house appeared a figure in a black robe with a penetrating head.

Standing at the door of Irene's house, he quietly used a low-level bat spell that augmented his hearing, and then someone lifted his hood and knocked on the door.

Hearing the knock on the door, Bart in the living room was very entangled. He didn't know whether he should get up and open the door, and he was not sure whether he was qualified to open the door on behalf of the host.

In the kitchen, Irene and Sol looked at each other, and there was a question of "who" in their eyes. Sol thought it was Irene's family who came back, and Irene thought it was Shuggs.

"I'll check it out." Finally Sol pulled the rag and wiped his hands.

Passing through the living room, Sol opened the door of Irene's house.

"Who is it?" Irene asked, poking her head out of the kitchen.

"Oh, the roof repairer." Sol turned around and said.

"The roof? The roof of my house was only renovated the year before, so there is no problem." Irene said suspiciously from the kitchen.

"Sorry, you found the wrong door, go to another house to fix it." Sol said blankly to the door.

Then the door slammed closed.

Repair the roof?

Kletty stood outside Irene's door, and the hurricane brought by the violent closing of the door hit her face, blowing her blonde hair flying.

The beautiful smile that had just floated solidified on her face before it could be fully displayed, and the corners of Kletty's mouth twitched, thinking about the frightening and repelling eyes of Risol just now.

She wanted to fly and knock the door down, and then drowned that nasty guy with the raging anger in her heart.

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