Wearing a magic mirror, omniscient and omnipotent
Author: washing powder
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Chapter 9
"Ai Nuowen, I've been meaning to ask you just now, what's worth seeing below?"
The speaker was a man with white hair and golden eyes. His facial features were very deep and handsome, and his slightly slanted sword eyebrows showed his unbridled arrogance. , the skin color is very dark, and has obvious Isaiah ancestry.
The right side of where he was sitting happened to be a wall painted with a light blue checkered pattern, so he was in the blind spot in the corner and could not see the excitement happening on the street below.
The blond man named Ainowen was wearing a finely crafted white shirt and dark gray trousers. The cuffs of the shirt were slightly rolled up, revealing a fair and powerful wrist.
His facial features are clear-cut, the bridge of his nose is straight, and his chin line is clear and clean.
Compared with the white-haired man's somewhat lazy and casual sitting posture, the blond man's sitting posture is quite elegant and decent. This kind of upright and elegant mature temperament is not deliberate, but a kind of calmness developed in a good aristocratic education since childhood.
At this moment, facing the question from his friend Ogusge across from him, Ainowen gently stirred the coffee in the cup with a wooden spoon and said slowly: "I saw someone who is relatively familiar."
Ogusge: "Hey ? Who is it? Have I seen it?"
Ainowen shook his head slightly: "You have only been in Bertha Liton country for a short time, so you probably haven't seen it before, but..." His voice changed slightly before he spoke again. At that moment, there was a hint of ambiguity in the gentle and deep voice: "You should have heard of his name."
Augsger's interest was instantly aroused, and his eyebrows were raised: "Who is it?"
"Lissen" Wayne."
"I've indeed heard of him." Ogusge's eyes suddenly lit up, and a eagerness to fight emerged from his golden irises: "I heard that he is very strong and is the sharpest in the Queen's hands. Knife, he was on the street below just now?"
Ainowen did not answer the second half of Ogusge's sentence, but slightly narrowed his blue eyes and said something that did not match the preface: " Have you ever seen a rose protected under the tip of a knife?"
Augsge was stunned for a moment, a little confused: "What do you mean?"
Ainowen laughed: "There is a young man following Lisenwein.
" Gesge was a little surprised. Thinking of the metaphor of the tip of the knife and the rose, his tone suddenly became a little strange: "Didn't it mean that Lisenwein has always been alone and never made friends with others?"
Ainowen recalled that he saw the scene , thought about it, and corrected the wording of his description: "It should be said that Lisenwein followed the young man."
Now Oggs was even more surprised. Although they were all described in similar sentences, the position of the name If they are exchanged, the meanings they represent are completely different.
The former is obviously dominated by Lisenwein, while the latter is just the opposite.
Ainowen continued: "That young man is wearing Lisenwein's cloak." He raised his eyelids, and the smile on his face spread a little more: "It's interesting, isn't it?"
Osgoth clicked. He nodded, not because he was amused, but because he was surprised and shocked. If Ainowen hadn't told him this personally, Osgos would never have believed it.
After all, this feeling was as outrageous as someone suddenly telling him that the cowardly and timid old king of Isaiah suddenly appeared in the sword fighting arena.
But Osgos knew that what Ainowen said was true.
After thinking about it, Osgos suddenly felt a little regretful. If he had known this was the case, he should have moved his position just now and went to Ainowen to see what else was going on down there.
As if he could see what Osgus was thinking, Ainowen took a sip of coffee and said to him in a very determined tone: "There will be a chance to see it." Whether it was Lisenwein , still the young man hidden under Lisenwein's cloak.
Ainol didn't say the second half of the sentence directly, but Osgus still understood what he meant: "Are you so sure?"
"Of course," Ainuoer laughed softly again, and he glanced at the gray outside the window. Looking at the dark sky and the heavy rain that wouldn't stop for a while, he looked away and whispered: "You know, this is the intuition of an astrologer." "
Okay," Osgos also laughed. , there was a bit of joking in the deep and deep voice: "I almost forgot that in addition to being a duke, you are also an astrologer."
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on the other side.
When Sherrill returned to the hotel, the first thing he did when he entered the room was to take off Lisenwein's cloak.
The rain outside was really heavy. On the way back, even though Lisenwein almost tilted the umbrella to his side, Sherrill still got a lot of rain. The cloak he was wearing could even squeeze out water. Come.
After quickly taking off his cloak, Cheryl felt that his whole body felt much drier.
He glanced around the room, and then when Lisenwein placed his umbrella, he habitually sat down on the baroque-style maroon wooden cabinet again and looked at the rain-drenched limited edition Lisenwein with interest.
This position allowed his eyes to be level with Lisenwein's, and he could meet Lisenwein's eyes without raising his head.
Because Lisenwein tilted the umbrella all the way to Sherrill, he was exposed to more rain than Sherrill.
His dark gray hair was already soaked.
The originally rough and brittle hair hung wetly on the angular face, with a few strands of hair falling to the bridge of his handsome nose, softening the overly cold outline.
At this time, Lisenwein's whole person looked a little less aggressive and a little more cold like a cold spring.
The jet black military uniform on his body was also soaked in water, and on the dark belt tied around his abdomen, you could still see water droplets rolling down slowly.
These water drops were shiny and translucent, and some of them soaked along the hem of his clothes and onto his trousers. After they smudged, they outlined the outline of his slender and straight legs.
This kind of Lisenweien was not in a state of embarrassment, but rather had a cold air.
Sherrill looked at him for two seconds, and then said calmly: "Maybe you should take a bath now?"
Hearing this, Lisenwein looked at Sherrill, with a certain thought in his amber pupils. kind of thinking.
Cheryl raised his eyebrows, probably guessing what Lisenwein was thinking, and said with a half-smile: "I have no plans to go back now." As for where to go, it was naturally self-evident.
Lisenwein was silent.
Cheryl's lips curled up slightly and he continued: "Of course, if you insist on letting me stay under your nose, I don't care if I watch you take a bath again." When he finished
speaking, he added: "As long as you want me to stay under your nose, I don't care. If you don't think it's weird that I followed you in and stood by to watch you wash."
As long as the person being watched doesn't mind, he, the person watching, will naturally not mind either.
However, despite what Sherrill said, in the end Lisenwein only took the mirror in his eyes to the bathroom. As for the human form Sherrill, he was left behind. Outside.
Perhaps it was because of this trip that he saw that Sherrill did not object to being taken to the main city, and even showed a cooperative attitude at certain times, so when Sherrill said that with a bit of ridicule After saying that, during the short period of time such as taking a bath, Lisenwein did not insist that Sherrill stay in his sight.
At this time, the fat crow that had been staying in Sherrill's pocket flew out: "Is the cheese salad cake delicious?"
Sherrill nodded: "The taste lives up to its reputation."
The fat crow flew onto Sherrill's shoulder. : "I didn't eat it this time, you have to make it up for me next time."
The cheese salad cake must be freshly made to be delicious. There were many people on the street at that time, so it was naturally impossible for Sherrill to put the food away as he used to. In the palm of his hand, let the Fat Crow System stop on his wrist and eat.
Sherrill began to tease the system: "When we get to the main city, I will take you to eat better and more delicious food."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard footsteps approaching from far outside the door.
The footsteps were not loud, and the rhythm was steady and slow. It was obvious that the walker was deliberately controlling the pace.
A few seconds later, the footsteps stopped at the door of the room, "Dong dong dong..." The door of the room was knocked from outside.
Sherrill jumped off the wooden cabinet, walked to the door and opened the door to the room.
Sherrill was not surprised to see the person appearing behind the door.
On the contrary, after seeing Sherrill, the other party froze on the spot, and the words he said got stuck in his throat for a moment: "I'm here to see off..."
Sherrill leaned against the edge of the door. , the golden fox eyes lowered slightly, glanced at the clothes in Thorholin's hands, and took over what he had not finished: "Send a change of clothes?"
Thorholin groaned, and for a moment he almost forgot. He disguised his voice and finally responded in time: "Yes, I'm here to deliver a change of clothes." He said while lifting the lacquer tray holding the clothes.
"Give it to me," Cheryl held out her hand to him.
Solholin was about to hand it over, but stopped when his eyes subconsciously caught sight of Cheryl's hand stretched out towards him.
These are very beautiful and eye-catching hands.
A pure white bandage wrapped around the thin and bony back of the hand, and the exposed knuckles were slender and delicate, revealing a somewhat hazy white under the warm yellow glow of the aisle light.
Thorholin raised his eyes again and looked at the other person's neck. It was also wrapped with a pure white bandage that was not stained by a trace of dust. The shadow of his chin fell below, and he could faintly see the slightly raised forehead in the blurred light. Adam's apple.
A strange emotion suddenly arose in Solholin's heart.
This is obviously a very weird dress, but there is a strange harmony in this young man.
He couldn't describe what it felt like, but it was very attractive. Whether it's her eyes, nose, lips, the mole on her face, or even her hair that's the color of night, they all look impeccably beautiful.
It's as beautiful as a painting with thick ink and colors. If you look at it for a few more times, your heart will start to beat wildly.
Solholin could see that he was in a daze, as if he was lost in some kind of thought.
Cheryl: "Huh?"
It wasn't until Cheryl let out a lazy snort that was neither gentle nor serious that he suddenly came back to his senses as if he had been burned.
As if he was afraid that Cheryl would be angry, Solholin hurriedly said: "I'm sorry..." The disguised old voice became hoarse in the dim corridor.
He lowered his eyes without looking at Cheryl, and silently handed over the clothes.
Sherrill said nothing, took the clothes and closed the door directly.
Solholin did not leave immediately, but stood quietly, as if sorting out some thoughts. After several seconds, he moved and slowly walked away.