The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

Because he had never been in contact with the outside world, Lancelot also made some jokes during his journey.

For example, "You have to pay for the things on the stalls", "You can't keep staring at you even if you admire beautiful people, and you can't even talk to them at will." "A place with many houses and people is usually called a town. The common sense of life, such as "You can't be too straightforward when talking to people", is what Lancelot has accumulated bit by bit during such a journey.

I met many people and experienced many things.

Laughed, cried, angry, sad.

It has only been a short year after leaving the secret realm of the lake, but Lancelot feels that what he has experienced in the outside world is much richer and more exciting than what he experienced in the secret realm of the lake, and he also learned more. .

just……

In the dead of night, looking up at the night starry sky that is generally indistinguishable from that seen in the secret realm, Lancelot still feels that he missed the simple and carefree life very much.

However, it is impossible not to find that person.

Those who always appear in dreams, make him feel admiration, concern and even sadness just by looking at the image...

Therefore, even if I miss the peaceful lake secret very much, Lancelot's journey continues.

In fact, Lancelot has always been vague about the definition of human beings.

What is a good person?What bad guy?

In his opinion, as long as it is with good intentions, you can get close, if you have another purpose, you need to be on guard.

However, there is one thing that Lancelot feels that he needs to pay attention to it, that is-the human race, a large part of it is very fragile.But while being fragile, he maintained a proud pride that far exceeded his own ability.

So getting along is really troublesome!

But the only thing that can make Lancelot feel gratified is probably that his appearance in the Secret Realm of the Lake is not very good, and his strength is in the middle of everyone, and he is affirmed by others in the outside world. Pay attention.

It's just... why do those women's eyes like to stick to themselves and not move, or fall down beside them at every turn?Even those men often gritted their teeth at his face...

He has always been puzzled about this.(Tianyin: Xiaolanhua, I know you are very natural, but you still don’t understand... it’s too natural. Hello!)

Just stop and go, following the path that the business travellers stepped on, Lancelot came to a small town on the edge of the Celiton Forest.

In fact, Lancelot didn't intend to stay here more, but when he was in the town to replenish fresh water, he was dragged by a teenager and asked if he saw anyone.

He called himself "Gajrez" and was looking for a black-haired and blue-eyed teenager of the same age named "Gawain."

Although being dragged by someone and delaying the trip, Lancelot didn't feel how angry. On the contrary, because he really felt the teenager's anxiety, he agreed to help find it together.

Anyway, he himself was looking for someone, so he wasn't in a hurry.

As a result, the originally scheduled itinerary was temporarily changed, and Lancelot was also busy, taking the time to enjoy the scenery of this border town with a strong pastoral atmosphere.

Then, he saw "him".

Or, it should be her.

Perhaps because he grew up in the secret realm of the lake, Lancelot can always see things that ordinary people can't see, and he has a more keen sense of breath and judgment.

It is also officially because of this that the "special" existence was recognized at first sight among the vast crowd.

It is not about appearance, not about sex, not about species.

Just simple, attracted by that trait.

Wearing simple men’s clothing, draped in pure black satin hair, it is very simple to tie a white hair band around the shoulder blades, a few strands of hair hanging on the side of the face, white skin almost like jade, although only far away Looking at the side face from a distance, you can tell that his appearance is only delicate.

But the breath that was completely different from those around him was so abrupt and peaceful.

That is, very similar to everyone who has been getting along in the Secret Mirror of the Lake, the "inhuman" breath.

Didn't it come out of secrets somewhere, the descendants of curious underage elves?

Keeping this thought, Lancelot held a trace of curiosity and thought of taking care of the younger generation, quietly hanging behind the man, watching the man aimlessly in the street, turning around with curiosity. Wander around.

Sure enough, he was still a child. Although his appearance should have been concealed with magic, the special aura really couldn't deceive people.

Lancelot made the following judgments, and then looked at the person with some black lines and paid for an injured lynx cub without caring, and then walked out of the town.

He was really a simple and innocent child who knew nothing about the world.

With a sigh, Lancelot felt that he couldn't let the child be left alone, so he followed, and smoothly solved a few lessons because he saw the money bag that the person leaked. Fumble.

In this way, he chased all the way into the forest, watching that the familiar man found a creek in the middle and west of the forest and just sat unsuspectingly by the creek to help the little lynx.

Lancelot clearly remembered that it was the evening of the day-because he heard the bell from the town in his ears.

He also clearly remembered that the sky at that time was a self-contained pink purple, peaceful and mysterious, peaceful and lively.

The golden-red afterglow slanted into the forest, coating everything with a warm orange, and the sound of the tired bird coming back to its nest and flapping wings can be heard everywhere.

Holding the little lynx whose wound had been healed, the man sat on the edge of the stream just like that, teasing him for a while, with the corners of his lips slightly upward, and he was even slightly cunning and naughty.

The afterglow of the golden sunset hit the man's side face just like that, and the refraction of the bright brilliance made him blink in an instant, took a half step back, and stepped on a dead branch.

Who?

Almost immediately, he saw that the child turned to his direction on alert and asked out loud.

[Sorry... I didn't mean to be disturbed.

So he walked out and saw her face frontally for the first time.

It seemed that because he felt safe after entering the forest, the child removed the magic used to hide his appearance when he treated the little lynx.

The red left eye is as brilliant as a gemstone, and the black right eye is as pure as the night sky. It is so bright because of the afterglow of the setting sun, just like that, staring straight at him.

For a moment, Lancelot felt that his soul seemed to be sucked in by those strange eyes.

Those eyes gave him a feeling as if he could see through the essence.

Is it just... an illusion?

She probably didn't feel his malice, she just tilted her head slightly and looked at him.

Sure enough, he was a simple little guy, because he didn't feel malicious and didn't take precautions. It really looked like he had just entered the outside world.

[It is a chaotic world now, and the outside world is very complicated.The little troubles you caused in the town have already been solved for you.If there are no very important things, a carefree life is more suitable for you.

Thus, Lancelot gave kind advice.

Although the magic of changing appearances works well, it is not a panacea.