become gay magic

Jiaolan Palace is located on the edge of Mabia. Since the end of the game, it has returned to its usual deserted state, with only a small number of staff responsible for daily maintenance.Around the palace, the unused land in the early years has now been turned into fields for growing grains.Coupled with the internal chicken and duck coop, it looks like a self-sufficient atmosphere.

Tad stood by the window, looking out into the distance at part of the crop land allocated to the tenants.This is a good time for planting spring stubble, and he can always see the busy figures of farmers, but here, everything that is moving is blurred.

The white dove flew into view from far to near, and finally landed on the window sill, sending a small note.

Ted knew before he opened it that it must be a letter from his family, because there was a special fragrance wafting from the paper.This smell tells the pigeons where to send their messages.Ted reached out and took down the note, opened it to read, and read the trivial but heart-warming content, mixed with greetings from his younger siblings.They live in the country with their elderly parents, and they seem to be doing well now.Ted stroked the pigeon's white feathers, fed the plump animal some corn kernels, and began to form the language of his reply.

At this moment, another white pigeon flew over and landed in a flutter, also carrying a letter.

Ted opened the second letter, but this time the content made him frown, and his mood was no longer relaxed.

This is a very long letter, from the Sovereign of Munro.In comparison, what happened in Jiaolan Palace was completely insignificant.

During the day, the door of this room, which is used as an office, is always open.But there was still a hasty knock on the door, and someone brought lunch as usual, put it on the table and left.Ted didn't have the heart to pay attention to those, just read it silently a few times, and took up a pen to write a reply.As for the previous family letter, he put it aside for the time being, and the corners of the folded pages were slightly swayed by the wind.

Someone came in again.There was no sound of rollers on the ground, and it didn't even catch Tad's attention.

He thought about it as before, but his heart was full of struggles, and he was unable to write down his decision for a long time.

Crunch, crunch.

Ted suddenly looked up, facing the blond messenger holding a bowl.The latter seemed to be taken aback by him, shrank back, and stopped chewing, "What...what's the matter, didn't you tell me to come here to eat...I thought..."

Ted was stunned for a while before he remembered that it was indeed lunch break time.

He'd already told Dylan that he didn't have to bother preparing food for himself, even if he was flattered.So Dylan only brought his own lunch box and placed it on the large table.There is also a lunch beside it, which was probably brought by the cook before.

Comparing the weight of the two, it's like the difference between a pot and a bowl...

Ted put down the letter and pen, pulled the lunch box and opened it. The meat inside made him feel at ease.

For a while, there were only slight chewing and swallowing sounds in the room.

Although the two are facing each other, they are far away, one is inside and the other is outside.However, no matter how big the desk was, it was just a table. Dylan could easily see the corners of the letters. Even if he had no intention of prying into the contents, he still remembered a key word: Winged Man.

Why the mention of Munro's greatest enemy?Did something happen outside?

Dylan held the bowl calmly, pretending to drink soup, but actually peeked at the contents of the letter.

Wingman troops suspected of crossing the border to carry out illegal biological experiments...

Why does that ghostly talisman-like handwriting look familiar?

"Write me a letter in the afternoon." The voice of the chief paladin suddenly came from next to his ear, and Dylan couldn't help but look up in surprise, and then listened to the other party's explanation, "I just remembered that Ding Le said that there are a few things that need to be sent by the Holy See , It seems to be used for blood tests. If I write it, it may not be impossible, but you are familiar with the procedures of the Holy See and have acquaintance with them, so it must be easier to do this.”

That's it.Dylan nodded, "Okay."

Relatively silent after that.

After barely finishing the bowl of burnt bone soup, Dylan felt full and couldn't eat the remaining vegetables on the plate.He yawned and lay down on the side in a bit of sleepiness. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a hand reaching out and picked up his own spoon.

"Get up," the voice in my ear ordered.

Dylan's eyelids could hardly be opened, and he felt that dreamland was beckoning to him, so he chose to ignore the voice.

"Get up." The voice came back again, "You have eaten too little."

But I'm already full.Dylan squinted in confusion.

The hand turned and pinched his chin.

Dylan was forced to face the Paladin Commander squarely.

"Take a nap after eating."

Those blue eyes were so earnest, as if silently condemning his waste of food.Dylan felt a little guilty, and under the urging of the chief paladin, he slowly sat upright, but his head was still hovering on the verge of sleepiness.

I'm so sleepy... I don't want to move at all...

Dylan opened his mouth in a daze.

This unconscious movement directly stunned Ted.

...This is... Do you want him to feed?

Not sure, Ted could only tentatively hand out a spoonful of food.Seeing this, the young messenger leaned over and obediently ate the food.

A strange sense of happiness rose in Ted's heart.Ted couldn't help but handed out another spoonful, watching the messenger swallow.

This child probably doesn't know that such a cute and docile appearance can arouse such ugly desires in others.

Ted suppressed the distractions of galloping like a wild horse, and fed the remaining food like taking care of a small pet.

After lunch, Dylan stretched himself, lay down on the table and couldn't get up.

Ted was writing quietly on the opposite side, occasionally stopping to think, and the room was quiet.

In the end, Ted sent out the two reply letters, and turned to meet the sleeping face of the messenger.

The soft blond hair hides the forehead and eyes, leaving only a fine silhouette.

For those who are awake, this moment is as precious as frozen time.

The sun gradually changed color, and the messenger on the table woke up in a daze.

Hmm...it seems like I promised to do something...

Dylan yawned and found that the table had been cleaned up.There was no one around.I've been getting more and more lazy these days, Dylan thought with a guilty conscience, went out to confirm the details of the instrument with Ding Le, and wrote something before dusk and handed it over to the pigeons kept in the palace.

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