People in Mond, arrogant sun, not hated

Abedo nodded calmly, looked at the time and prepared to say goodbye and leave.

"It's getting late, Mr. Geralt, I'll go first—"

"Wait, Abedo."

Schubert suddenly stopped him.

"What's the matter, is there anything else?"

There was a rather stinging light in the cold eyes.

Schubert pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and spoke harshly and seriously.

"No, it's just to correct your address. Geralt is my elder brother, and I am your elder brother, so you should also call your elder brother by elder brother."

Abedo:? ? ?

The alchemist showed a rare look of confusion.

"Wait a minute, brother, even if it's true, I'm much older—"

"Don't explain, you should understand after living for so long, age has nothing to do with seniority."

Abedo: ...

Helplessly, he looked at Geralt, whose face was covered with ice, with help-seeking eyes.

And Geralt noticed his gaze, frowned in silence for a few seconds, then nodded.

Abedo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Geralt nodded and said.

"So that's the case, then it's up to you to call it that, I don't care."

He opened his mouth with a straight face.

Abedo: (◎_◎;) Zhuo!

I have something to say!

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"That's pretty much it."

Elmes took a sip of coffee after speaking.

"Oh~ I see, and recently I heard that you accepted Timmy as an apprentice, but now that you have transformed back, how should you teach him in the future."

"It's just a small matter. I learned a brand-new teaching method from Brother Kao, which is quite convenient and interesting."

For some reason, Elmes smiled wickedly.

Ying: What expression do you have...

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After a busy day, the boy finally fell asleep after washing up.

However, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the white space in front of him vigilantly.

"Where is this? Am I dreaming?"

"correct answer."

In the empty white mist, a mole suddenly jumped out, with a happy expression on its mouth.

Timmy opened his mouth in surprise.

"master?!"

"That's right, here is the teacher."

"I didn't see you at the old place yesterday. I thought you just disappeared. Wait, is the you now also a dream?"

Timmy pinched his leg hard, feeling the pain very clearly.

And Elmes hurriedly stopped his well-used testing behavior.

"Hey, hey, don't hurt yourself, this is indeed a dream, but I am real, I just sneaked into your dream."

"Oh, can you even do this kind of thing? It's incredible."

"Hahaha, this is the technique of entering dreams taught by the emperor himself. If you want to learn it, I will teach you when you have enough mental strength and energy, so you should prepare now."

Timmy finally reacted.

He suddenly stared at the dead fish eyes and stretched out his hand and said righteously.

"Wait, we are going to train in a dream? Oh, why do we have to do it in a dream!"

"Nonsense, it's impossible for me to come to Monde to look for you every day. Isn't it a matter of course to take online classes, and it won't take up your working hours during the day. How wonderful, I'm such an excellent teacher."

The Mole put his hand in and gave a rather human expression.

"No, you are encroaching on my precious sleep time. Does this mean that I will be tortured in my dreams after work every day?!"

Timmy twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling like something was going wrong.

"Yes. This is a special teaching method experienced by a certain king. No one in the world can taste it except you. Feel glorious, are you ready?"

The Mole snapped his fingers rather maliciously.

His body instantly disappeared like a mist, replaced by King Qiuqiu with three heads of different elements surrounding him in a triangular structure.

The shadow of the gigantic monster completely enveloped the defenseless boy.

Timmy gave the middle finger with a smile at the end.

"Master, I call you an immortal!"

Three fists the size of sandbags crushed him instantly.

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"You are a beast."

"How do you speak, call me a generation of famous teachers. I understand."

Elmes crossed his hips proudly.

Ying covered her head with a helpless expression.

"By the way, where are Yura and Noelle? Why didn't you see them today?"

Ying, who had not been in this world for a long time, suddenly asked.

"They, of course, went to sweep the grave. Today is almost the Qingming Festival equivalent to Tivat."

Ying suddenly realized, no wonder the atmosphere on the street felt weird.

"Are you not going?"

"My family's tomb is not in this world, and I got up early today."

At this moment, a rope woven frame suddenly locked his neck firmly, pulling him over with a livid face.

The young master greeted the traveler with a smile while holding a pile of manuscript paper.

"Good afternoon, Traveler, I took this guy away again, let's fight again when he finishes the book, don't struggle, this time I won't let you escape."

"Fuck, I don't want to code words! I want to fish, I want to play black soul, I call you uncle!!!"

Amidst the boundless screams, the sun was dragged back directly.

Elmes, exit dignifiedly.

On Mond's cemetery, Yura, who was pushing her father's wheelchair, greeted the acquaintances she saw.

"Noelle, good afternoon."

Noelle, who was serving tribute to her father, turned her head and nodded with a smile.

"It's Yura, um, you too."

After handing over the position of the wheelchair to Schubert, Yura and Geralt signaled and walked over.

Looking at the almost full pile of offerings, he said in surprise.

"You prepared these things yourself."

Noelle shook his head.

"No, most of them were given by my father's former comrades-in-arms and friends. Although some of them have gone to foreign countries, and some have died in missions, there will still be some who come back every few years to pay homage. This year, it should be a little bit more."

"However, there is one gift that seems to be seen every time I come here."

Noelle pointed to the front position with his finger.

The golden sun shines through the clouds on the bright tombstone, reflecting the white Cecilia flower.

A neat piece of letter paper was pressed under the flowers.

There is only one sentence written on it.

Or a report.

【Everything is safe】

And in a room not far away.

Wendy looked at the empty flowerpot and said to Elmes who was being supervised to write the manuscript with a sigh.

"Hey, Elmes, where is the Cecilia flower in your room? Why is it gone? I like to say it."

Elmes propped his cheeks with his hands, and yawned lazily.

"Of course it has already been picked. No matter how beautiful the flower is, it cannot last forever. New seeds have been planted, and next time—"

He looked at the daylight outside the window and hummed lightly with a smile.

"There will definitely be whiter and more beautiful flowers."

Chapter 291: Elmes: Shura Field?I laughed so hard, I'm sure it won't be me

"So, this year's Sea Lantern Festival is coming soon."

Lying lazily on the sofa at home, Elmes suddenly remembered something.

"Well~ Do you want to go shopping this year? After all, it is a festival to commemorate heroes."

But it seemed that Mandrill had been promised to go on a date together before—it’s weird how you put it, forget it, let’s go for now.

He took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Ying, who was still working and digging the land.

Upright Sun: Yo, are you going to participate in this year's Sea Lantern Festival?

My old lady is not a tool person: Is there any festival that I don't participate in?I'm still busy with character plots, you want to come too?

Honest Sun: Well, it’s boring anyway, so let’s take a look. I heard that this year’s Mingxiao Lantern is the largest in 20 years, although in fact, the combined size of the marketing in the past 20 years can’t compare with the one that just exploded recently. Qunyu Pavilion is it.

Honest Taeyang: It's a pity that I couldn't be there, I'm already looking forward to the staring expression.

Ying: Just be yourself.

Ying: By the way, just the two of us?

On the other end of the phone, Ying lowered her head as if suddenly realizing something.

"What's the matter, traveler? Is the sudden blushing caused by heat stroke?"

Paimon patted her shoulder with some concern.

"nothing......"

At this moment, the bell for replying to the message suddenly rang.

Righteous Sun: If you say that——oh yes, I understand.

A smile appeared on Ying's face for half a second.

As for why it is half a second?

Honest Sun: It might be a bit boring for two people. I called a few more people to come together. It happens that Yura and Noble are still on vacation. By the way, let’s call Ying over too. Liyue is a very good opportunity for her now. template.

My old lady is not a tool person: ... (ー△ー;)