Chapter 226 It’s more important for you three to live a good life than anything else
In the evening, the setting sun embraces the hills, and the flowers are bright and golden.
A bright bonfire is lit on the festival grounds.
People are immersed in the grand event of Midsummer Night. The gentle evening breeze blows through the swaying woods and the festive green grassland, drifting towards the brightly lit Sword Winter Castle.
In the castle, there is also a palace dance about to be held. Yeats's courtiers have all received invitations, and more than a dozen extraordinary people in the territory will come to participate.
The setting sun dyed the hills and the river fiery red. Yeats and Gray strolled along the river and walked back to Sword Winter Castle.
The overture to "A Midsummer Night's Dream" dedicated to the God of Love enabled Yeats to receive the blessing from the God of Love, and his previous plan was successfully realized.
But Yeats is still not happy. After all, the trickster's ritual has not yet been revealed. He has not thought of how to confess to Gray and Hilde at the same time and survive the "Shura Field" safely.
In fact, Yeats knew them both very well and would never do anything harmful to himself.
However, Yeats was reluctant to see any of them, showing disappointment and sadness...
Although Gray and Hilde usually get along harmoniously, when they face their confession at the same time, there will inevitably be grudges in their hearts.
This grudge may arise between them, or it may cause their impression of Yeats to plummet.
Yeats scratched his head.
I have to say, this promotion ceremony is too silly!
We have to think of a way to enjoy the blessings of everyone without losing favor!
"Why do you look absent-minded?" Gray said softly.
After changing into a white dress, Gray's words became softer.
To put it simply, it is a clip sound. In other words, a girl’s voice will always appear reserved in front of her lover.
Yeats was not blind and could understand Gray's feelings for him.
And what about him?
"I'm thinking about something."
Yeats replied perfunctorily, his eyes flickering, lost in thought.
Every time she encounters a crisis, Gray always finds a way to break the situation with her amazing luck and wisdom.
Although Gray often made Yeats dumbfounded, Yeats had gradually gotten used to spending time with Gray.
We bickered frequently while eating, and stayed close to each other during the avalanche.
In the dream of Walpurgis Night, Gray becomes Yeats's reason for passing the trial.
Suppose Gray left him... Yeats couldn't imagine what it would be like.
Isn’t love generated in companionship?
Because of the time spent with Gray, Gray became different.
Yeats understood that he was also unique to Gray.
If two people need each other, they will be special and unique to each other.
"Oh."
Gray stopped talking, wearing a beautiful little skirt and kicking the stones on the roadside.
Blueberry warned her that the magic of Cupid would expire before twelve o'clock, and by then Gray would not be as radiant as she is now.
“So, if you want to confess to Yeats, you’d better do it before twelve o’clock!” Blueberry said originally, “If you miss the good opportunity of Midsummer Night, you don’t know when you will have to wait until next time. ! ”
Gray thought of the elf's sullen look in her mind, raised her eyes, looked at Yeats' profile, and thought to herself:
"As long as you stay by Yeats's side, you will always have time..." "
However, looking at the shadows left by dusk on the distant mountains, quietly, a melancholy wrapped around Gray's heart like a creeper.
She suddenly remembered that her contract with Yeats was about to expire.
At first, I signed a full-year guard contract, and now it is almost one year old.
If Yeats no longer allows himself to stay in Morning Frost Ridge, then how should he deal with himself?
Gray was a little frustrated. She found that she didn't know what Yeats was thinking.
If people communicate not with words, but with their hearts, wouldn’t there be much fewer misunderstandings? Gray was thinking wildly.
Does Yeats like himself? Or is it that for him, he can be replaced by other guards?
Gray's heart gradually sank.
When people are concerned about something, they can't help but think too much and subconsciously seek help from others.
Gray thought of Blueberry’s words again.
The magic will expire before twelve o'clock.
“Seize the opportunity, Gray!” Blueberry said loudly in fantasy, “Your time is running out!”
In Sword Winter Castle.
The glass crystal chandelier in the hall is like a work of art, the amber liquid is clear and shiny in the wine glass, the courtiers are in attendance, and the orchestral music is melodious.
“My dear, you look so beautiful today.” Selin and Irene, a young couple, hid in a corner of the hall biting their ears.
“How beautiful?” Irene said coquettishly.
"More than yesterday, less than tomorrow." Selin said softly.
“I can’t stand it anymore!” the halfling Finn Axlwheel at the table said loudly, his face flushed and his stomach full of lemons, “Can’t you see me here!? ”
Selin was stunned for a moment, and then apologized: "When I was looking at Irene, I had no time to care about anything else."
"Fern, you happen to be here!" Irene smiled and said: "You weird equipment Does the teacher know how to make a thing called a 'camera'? Finn, come and take a picture of me and Selin~"
Finn closed his eyes with tears in his eyes.
All sharks.
Yes, two!
"Lord," Rishi wore a flirty purple dress, walked up to Yeats, put his hand on his chest and said, "I am honored to receive your invitation to attend the Midsummer Festival dinner and dance."
Yeats smiled and said: "I remember, I mentioned in my letter that you can bring your girlfriend with you to attend."
Li Xi showed gratitude in his eyes and nodded: "Yes, you are willing to let Isolde attend this ball. She and I are very grateful!"
Yeats looked around and saw Isolde, Richie's skeleton girlfriend, wearing Wearing a court dress, veil and top hat, she chatted with Lisa, the vampire.
"You seem... to be in a similar situation to me?" Isolde said.
"That makes sense, they are all considered undead, haha, can you drink?" Lisa said.
"No, it will flow out from the gaps in the bones."
"I'm sorry."
"It doesn't matter, is the blood or wine in your glass?"
“It’s duck blood, specially prepared for me by the lord.”
"The lord is so kind and gentle."
"Who says otherwise?"
Yeats: "..."
Non-human creatures in the territory, from now on There should be more and more.
"Lord, after Midsummer Festival, it's time to use troops against the snow forest." Rishi advised, "Duke Thomas's power is also growing day by day, so we can't be greedy for pleasure yet."
"Tonight, for me, is not a pleasure." Yeats looked like he had a stomach ache, "but a painful battlefield."
Rich looked puzzled.
At this time, there was a noise.
The lioness Helga still has the same ruthlessness as when she was a mercenary, and her alcohol capacity is astonishing. She has even knocked down the dwarf craftsman Barend Hightower with whiskey, and is now attacking him with a golden sword. Beowulf toasts.
“What are you talking about? You look like an iron tower, but you don’t know how to drink?!” Helga expressed disbelief.
Beowulf waved his hands repeatedly and said with a wry smile: "I have never drank alcohol."
"Then what was in your cup just now?"
"Milk."
"...Are you serious?"
"Otherwise I wouldn't have grown so tall." Beowulf, who was more than two meters tall, stood up and said with a naive smile, "My cat is the same, he has been drinking since childhood. "The milk grows so big." "Mr. Beowulf, your cat." Little Red Riding Hood Ridgeleaf picked up a lynx with both hands and handed it to Beowulf with difficulty.
"Oh, thank you, it looks quite close to you!" Beowulf grinned.
Little Red Riding Hood smiled shyly. Behind her, stood a little purple-haired loli who was shorter than her, nervously tugging at the hem of her clothes.
Yeats withdrew his gaze and said with a smile:
“It seems that I can just take command in this battle of the snow forest.”
"You don't have to do everything yourself." Li Xi said respectfully, "Some things should be left to your subordinates."
Yeats nodded with satisfaction and said: "I can still distinguish between loyal and traitorous! ”
Da, da.
Familiar footsteps sounded, and Yeats looked up at the spiral staircase leading to the second-floor hall. A beautiful figure put her hand on the handrail and pulled up red hair beside her ear.
Hilud actually changed into a formal dress today. She was wearing a black dress, well-tailored, and decorated with beautiful gold rims, which made her look as beautiful as a princess.
Everyone's eyes were unconsciously attracted, either in shock or surprise.
Hilud often shows up in armor or men's clothing, but this is the first time that she has attended in such formal attire as today!
She walked towards Yeats slowly.
At the same moment, Gray, who was beside Yeats, took half a step forward and stood beside Yeats as if nothing had happened.
"Then, I'll take my leave first." Rixi bowed.
Yeats raised his eyebrows, "What a good boy, you just ran away when you felt something was wrong in the atmosphere, right?"
Gray and Hilde's eyes met, fell on each other's dresses, and then looked away, the atmosphere was a bit subtle.
Yeats braced himself and said, "It's rare to see you dressed like this, Herod."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Yeats already regretted it. Herod was obviously I want to be praised by myself.
Yeats could even guess that it was because he had promised to teach her to dance, so she dressed up to attend.
Women should look after those who please themselves.
Both Gray and Herod are fully prepared for Midsummer Night.
The disappointment in Xilud's eyes flashed away, and she said calmly:
"I asked Sora to help me with this outfit. When she was in the Southern Continent, she often attended dance parties. . ”
“So, Sola’s family background is quite good?”
"That's all in the past." Herod seemed to be thinking about the past and felt a little depressed. He immediately raised his eyes and said hesitantly: "You... still remember..."
Herod wanted to say, Yeats I promised to teach her how to dance.
At this time, Hilud saw the lost expression on Gray's face and stopped talking.
She does not like to compete.
Jealousy does not exist in Herod's dictionary.
Therefore, she preferred to suppress her feelings rather than embarrass Yeats and Gray.
What's more, she was a little worried that getting too close to her would hurt Yeats and Gray.
Both of these two are friends that Herod values.
Hilud's eyes flickered, her eyes lowered, and her lonely eyes flashed away.
For the first time, I have someone I like, for the first time I have a close friend, but why...
At this time, Yeats took Hilud's hand.
Hilud was slightly startled. She could have resisted, but when she was touched by Yeats, she seemed to have lost all her strength.
Then, Yeats held Gray's hand tightly again.
Gray's whole body froze. She looked at Yeats and then at Herod. Her brain was already overloaded, her face was so red that her CPU was almost burning.
“Okay, okay, Yeats!”
In the demon pet plane, Zuanya shouted loudly:
“Let’s break through head-on!”
Gray’s hands were soft and the palms were a little sweaty; Hilud’s fingers were slender. Powerful, but trembling slightly.
Yeats's heartbeat was so fast that the music in his ears seemed to have slowed down. He tried hard to maintain a calm tone and said:
"Come, come with me to the back garden, and I'll go one by one. Teach you two how to dance!”
The night is as cool as water.
In the back garden, roses bloom quietly, and the moonlight shines on the gazebo.
In the pavilion, the three of them sat quietly with their own thoughts. No one spoke first, for fear of breaking the peace.
"I remembered, I have something else for you three to talk about!"
A little squirrel suddenly came out of Yeats's pocket, shaking its fluffy tail. , quickly disappeared into the moonlit night.
Yeats coughed twice and explained: "I promised you that I will teach you to dance in a quiet place without the interference of others. Even if you make a mistake, you don't have to be shy...you guys agree, right?"
Gray: "Well..."
Hilud glanced at Gray, and then whispered: "I... don't like dancing."
"It's late. "Yeats said, "I can't go back on my words anymore, Hilud, please stand up first and put your hands on my shoulders."
Hilud bit her lip lightly.
She was looking forward to the dance tonight, but now she felt like running away.
She was ready to give in and return to the cold north.
Once a beast is injured, it will not fight to the end, but will lick its wounds.
At this time, Gray looked at Hilud, as if he had gathered up his courage, and said:
"Then, I will be the second one! Just do what I said before!"
Hilud was stunned for a moment, then met Gray's gaze and laughed twice when he saw her blushing.
For some reason, Hilud was actually moved... There was no way for her to reject Yeats.
If, if there is a way to get the best of both worlds, Herod would also be happy to see it.
Yeats complained: "It's just a dance. Why are you lining up to be executed? Then play music and dance!"
After Yeats's words fell, the Ning Divine Comedy played in the night The shrouded garden was filled with melodious music, and what was playing was the dance music of "A Midsummer Night's Dream".
Herod gently put her hand on Yeats's shoulder and raised her eyes, her eyes shining with luster.
“Concentrate.” Yeats led Herod, intertwined their fingers with her, and said, “As long as you keep up with the music and rhythm, it doesn’t matter if you make the wrong steps, as long as you keep dancing. . ”
Hilud had never learned to dance, but following Yeats’s dance steps, she seemed to have adapted to the rhythm of this dance music.
Her nervous thoughts gradually slowed down, and suddenly, she let go of Yeats's hand.
The rhythm changed. The figure in Yeats's arms was replaced by Gray in a white dress. She nervously stammered: "How, how to dance?"
"First of all, don't step on my feet!" Yeats hissed.
"I'm afraid of falling, wait a minute, slow down Yeats!" Gray exclaimed.
Under the moonlight, a little squirrel sat on the treetop, looking at the scene of three people dancing in the pavilion, and said cheerfully:
"You three live a good life, what else can you compare to They are all important!”
The next moment, Zuan Ya let out a sigh, and saw that in the invisible realm of creation, the divinity of the God of Love became particularly active.
These divinities shrouded the three people in the back garden, and they were actually part of the realm of the God of Love, coming on this holy day!
Zui Ya opened his eyes wide and stared for a long time, then gritted his teeth and said:
"Damn it, what happened inside? I can't see anything!"
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