Gold belongs to the foolish

Title: Gold belongs to the foolish

Author: Uncle Yoshiyama Yong

Copywriter:

Because of poverty, the alchemist Ralph reluctantly came to a strange country, where he did not expect to meet a person who changed his life.

. . . It's bad luck to meet a fellow like Theo Clovis, Ralph, dear.

The story of a fake straight man unrequitedly in love with a real straight man.There are so few articles about alchemists that I can only cut my own leg.

The author's writing style is a bit long-winded, and he is not very good at grasping the rhythm. I would like to express my gratitude to any little angel who is willing to read.

Probably a story of a pompous scumbag and a cripple with an unpleasant personality and a lot of shame.

Content tags: Huanxi Enemy Edge Love Song Western Roman Inspirational Life

Search keywords: Protagonist: Ralph Melotte, Theo Clovis┃Supporting role: Not important, la la la┃Others: unlucky man, stepmother, alchemist

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At night, Ralph couldn't sleep.

His sleep has always been poor.The neighborhood is filthy, and there are always some reckless and stupid little trolls who like to throw stones at his windows at night, or spit and piss on his walls.At this time, Ralph would scream and curse outside in front of the broken window, and pour out the alchemy waste of the day with loud laughter.

The annoying little monsters would be quieter after that—Ralph's alchemical waste had once poisoned a grown man's arm, and they all knew that—but the silence would not last.This cycle will continue until the little monsters get tired, they will laugh and leave, and Ralph will be able to go back to bed and sleep for a while.

The little troll wasn't the only thing that kept Ralph from sleeping: there was also the sex of the nearby women, the laughter and yelling of drunks, the sound of vomiting coming from God knows where, the room that was always like an ice cave, the leaky bathroom. Roof and rats scurrying on the floor. ("Where else would you expect an alchemist to live?")

But none of that was why Ralph couldn't sleep tonight.

He was wearing his only cloak as usual this afternoon, trying to make himself unobtrusive and approach the bulletin board at the entrance of the block—even though everyone in the block could see the golden "Alchemist Guild" embroidered on his cloak at a glance — He hasn't had a job to do for a long time.The demand for precious metals and medicines seemed to have suddenly dropped, and he was running low on cash and running out of raw materials, and this was the fourth time he had checked the bulletin boards today.If he still didn't have a job, Ralph guessed he'd have to sell or rent out his house.

He walked up to the bulletin board without much hope, already wondering how much he could rent for his shabby old house: shabby, ugly, and in a bad location, but at least it was a house—

That's when he saw the announcement at the top of the bulletin board.

The bulletin had obviously been posted not long ago, and the glue was still dripping down the bulletin board.

"The Habsburgs cordially welcome all High Alchemists:

We will provide any funds and resources to help any advanced alchemist obtain the Philosopher's Stone.

Senior alchemists who are willing to come to Habsburg with this announcement, the certificate of the Alchemist Guild and the badge, we welcome any capable alchemists.All alchemists will be required to sign a contract of absolute obedience to ensure that any alchemist who refines the Philosopher's Stone can hand it over to the royal family as soon as possible.

Those who refine will receive a reward of [-] gold and the title of Earl of Habsburg.

Rudolf II"

The Habsburgs were a country facing a serious financial deficit, and Ralph was not surprised that they had their idea on the Philosopher's Stone.The reward and title of ten thousand gold did not attract his interest: even if the Philosopher's Stone was really refined, Ralph did not think that Habsburg could make up ten thousand gold.The title is even more nonsense.

But they will "provide any funds and resources to help any alchemist obtain the Philosopher's Stone".

Provide any funds and resources to help any alchemist get the Philosopher's Stone.

Philosopher's Stone.

It would be nonsense to say that Ralph has no desire for gold at all, but the reason why Ralph is so obsessed with the Philosopher's Stone is not only the value of gold, but also the possibility of the Philosopher's Stone.

Ralph firmly believes that gold is the most perfect metal in the world, and the Philosopher's Stone, as a miracle that can convert other low-level ores into gold, must contain the principle of the operation of everything in the world.

This must be the light of truth bestowed by God.

It's a tempting invitation.

But Ralph did not remove the notice.

Ralph was once the best student of master alchemist Helmont, and one of the best alchemists on the continent. ("Another great alchemist, what an exciting time to be-!" a man said to young Ralph, blushing) But that was just the past.

He didn't try to recall it any further.

After standing in front of the bulletin board and looking at it for a while, he lifted his legs and left.

So at night Ralph couldn't sleep.

On a rare and peaceful night, he couldn't fall asleep.

He tried to force himself to relax in the stillness and fall asleep.His bed was as cold as an ice cellar, and the water mixture of mercury, lead, and sulfur was bubbling clearly in the long-necked glass flask on the desk, and Ralph couldn't help thinking of the words "Rudolph II" in cursive script on the bulletin. Signed; he thought of Habsburg a long way from here, but if he bought a horse, it wasn't out of the question; he thought of countless hours spent on tomes, quicksilver, brimstone, and exploding flasks; he thought of Haile Monte's already cloudy eyes and the pain of being struck; he thinks of insults, ridicule, and being taunted ("Alchemists are really no different from blacksmiths, except they are dirtier and more expensive. And you—you are probably the most disgusting one. Class, you are worse than a blacksmith, you even betrayed your teacher—"); he remembered being splashed on the back of his hand from too much force when he stirred the sulfate, mercury, and lard.He thought the solution might turn into a Philosopher's Stone or something, but that just turned into a foul-smelling charred scum that clung to the bottom of the pot.

He threw away the iron pot, but the scar on the back of his hand could not be removed.It follows his every refinement, reminding him of the countless failures and unwilling attempts he has experienced.

He rolled over in bed.

sleep.He said to himself, damn it, sleep.I only have ninety copperplates left, what can ninety copperplates do?But at the same time he was thinking, this is enough for me to buy three cakes and an old horse—

Damn it!I should sleep!

He lay on the bed for a while longer, and soon found irritably that he was doing nothing but tossing and turning.The cold wind was blowing in through the broken window, and Ralph was curled up in the blanket, and no matter how hard he tried to wrap the blanket tighter, he couldn't warm his frozen toes.

Retarded!He cursed himself viciously in his heart, you are a stupid donkey when you appear in front of the Alchemist Guild again!You stupider than a dead pig, disgusting and repulsive bastard, villain, fool--!

But that didn't stop him from quickly putting on his cloak and shoes, and sprinting out with the door almost open.

At least I don't have a better choice now, do I?Ralph consoled himself as he struggled to peel off the bulletin that had been firmly stuck to the bulletin board ("Fortunately it's still there.").Where is not research?I went to the Habsburgs, not the Guild of Alchemists—although the distinction between the two will probably disappear soon.

But anyway, the thought made Ralph feel a little better.

He carefully tucked the bulletin into his cloak and hurried away.

The author has something to say: Hahahaha I quietly opened a new hole hahahaha, probably no one will watch it hahahahaha... [I know I have no credit so I don’t ask the little angels to trust me anymore (crying) 】

I have some saved manuscripts [three chapters...], but I will try to update as much as possible, this will not be a long article

Although I checked some information, I don't plan to put too many notes in this article, just take it for fun. If you are interested, I can write some bibliography after the end.

"Rudolf II" existed in history, and he did recruit alchemists.But please treat him as Rudolph from another time and space [otherwise the timeline in this batch of articles will be messed up]

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Ralph once made Holm Cruz.

In his first trial, he followed exactly what Paracelsus described in Nature, and mixed human flesh, a bunch of herbs bought cheaply, and horse dung stolen from a farmer's stable. The calculated proportions were placed in a mercury flask, stirred thoroughly, and sealed for forty days.However, when he stirred and observed forty days later, he found that there was no "a transparent object like a human being" as Paracelsus said.He repeated the same trial ten times and read the steps carefully, but he never succeeded.All the human blood he had collected and used to feed Hormon Cruz was also wasted.

The concoction did not bring him anything but a sickening stench.

This was the first time Ralph had doubts about Paracelsus' theory and the trials he had recorded.

In the end, he abandoned Paracelsus, and turned to other classics to find the materials and records related to refining the Hormon Cruz.After recording multiple sources of information and organizing them according to the characteristics of the raw materials, Ralph carefully concluded a recipe that he thought should be correct: Mandrake roots dug up by the black dog before dawn on Friday, washed with human blood Raise for forty days.

He successfully produced a Hormon Cruz that lasted only 5 minutes—this thing was ugly, hairless, and had a weird body proportion, exuding a pungent fishy smell.Ralph threw up in nausea when he saw it.He wondered if the monster was as faithful as it was said to be, but Ralph was grateful to see it ablaze by itself.

After that he became increasingly dismissive of the mainstream, especially the textbooks made up of the theories of Paracelsus - sometimes some of the claims are indeed very reasonable, while others (especially about the Philosopher's Stone) that part of)—

laugh.

Ralph firmly believes in the existence of the Philosopher's Stone, but he is also a fierce opponent of traditional alchemy (represented by Paracelsus and the school of Nicholas). ("Two annoying old beggars who just know how to mess around.") After he gave a related speech at the Alchemists' Guild - of course - "something" happened. ("Something," drawls the blond. "We'd all like to say that because it's a lot more polite.")

Ralph woke up from his dream.

He had been in Habsburg for a week.Almost every day he would meet one or two senior alchemists belonging to the Alchemist Association on the street, which made him hide like a timid mouse all day long, wary of the risk of being recognized at any time.The inhabitants of the Habsburgs treated him badly, and Ralph found himself getting used to the malice.What makes him even more anxious now is that after receiving the raw materials, books and corresponding funds he requested, he still has nothing.

Maybe I should go out for a drink and relax.he thinks.Two coppers is enough for me to buy a glass of cheap ale in the bar on the corner.As long as I dress modestly and sit in a corner, no one will notice me.

While thinking this way, he had already gone out towards the street corner.As long as I sit in the corner, he thought as he walked, just have a drink.Just a drink—

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice someone walking towards him. ("Know that there are so many people walking up and down this street every day.")

"Good evening, sir." And just then he heard a voice say in his ear, "Do you know of a bar near here?"

Ralph looked up sharply.

In front of him stood a tall, thin young man with long curly brown hair, dark blue eyes, thin cheeks, and a clean blue robe, looking handsome.

He looked at Ralph in a strange way, as if he was looking at him and seemed to be attracted.

This look embarrassed Ralph.He fought back the urge to yell: he was indeed sullen in his rags (and walked with a limp, though Ralph was sure no one would see that), but God knows most alchemists were like that , and he was by no means the worst of them all.If the man hadn't said any offensive words, almost at once Ralph would have yelled to stop his impolite stares.To be honest, this wasn't the first time he had been sized up like this, but the thought didn't make him much comfortable.

"Yes." Ralph bowed his head, trying to block the uncomfortable attention with his cloak.At the same time, he felt the man's eyes still looking him up and down.And he was angry, embarrassed, and helpless,

For a moment, he even turned pale because of it.

He began to regret his decision to come out for a drink.

"Yes," he said, sounding sharper than usual, "just turn left when you walk up to the Oak Inn."

After saying this, he quickly turned around and planned to go home. This man messed up his plan: he didn't want to see him in the bar, and he didn't want to be looked at by more similar eyes.

But the man stopped him.

"Sir, are you an alchemist too?" the man asked.

The author has something to say: I feel that my article is heading towards some kind of routine, which makes me very worried. [Yes, I always knew that I wrote badly (kneeling)]

Let's post so much first ww

And yes, that handsome young man is the real straight guy in the copywriting∠(?」∠)＿

【Ah, this kind of hope that someone will watch it and hope that no one will find out what my ostrich psychology is (melancholy)】

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"I just came to Habsburg three days ago." The young man said, turning his head to look at Ralph's test room: "Is this a three-arm still? I made one myself, but it's not as good as yours." good."

With gentle movements he picked up Ralph's still and looked at it for a moment before setting it down.

"You have so many devices, Melot." He said in an appreciative tone, "I really didn't expect it."

"I don't think you're too drunk to forget that many of these were provided by the Habsburg royal family." Ralph replied.

Theo Clovis, who claimed to be an alchemist but did not have the badge of the association, immediately enthusiastically expressed the hope that Ralph would go to the tavern with him for a drink after hearing that Ralph admitted that he was an alchemist.The invitation was too earnest for Ralph to refuse (although more simply because Ralph really wanted a drink of whatever).They talked some rubbish in the tavern after that about alchemist status, Habsburg policy, stale ale here and whatnot - Ralph can't remember, he talked less than he drank - And Clovis asked Ralph if he could take a look at Ralph's testing room.

Probably because of the alcohol or just the atmosphere of the tavern itself, Ralph agreed without hesitation without even thinking about it.

Ralph was still amazed at his indiscretion.

"Before I came to Habsburg," said Clovis, "I never knew there were so many master alchemists."

Ralph sneered.

"The next thing you're going to tell me is that you've never heard of a place called the Guild of Alchemists—for god knows why."

"Of course I know the Guild of Alchemists," Clovis argued. "That's where I got my Master Alchemist certificate. I just don't have a robe with an embroidered coat of arms: I don't have a mentor to join the Tower of Alchemy."

So that explains why I didn't see him as an alchemist at first.Ralph thought, he didn't join the alchemy tower.At least that's good news.

"Oh yeah?" Then he said dryly, "I'm glad to know that."

Clovis stood for a moment in the center of his testing room and looked at it.Then he ducked his head and rubbed his hands together awkwardly and uneasily—a silly gesture.

"I know this question is strange and abrupt, but I'm just curious: the Philosopher's Stone," Clovis paused with hesitation, "Do you think it must be a stone?"

Ralph raised an eyebrow.

"Of course not." He replied: "The Philosopher's Stone is a recipe, a key, an eternal answer." Make a man and a woman a circle, then a quadrilateral, and beyond that a triangle, which Everything forms a circle again. Then you get the Philosopher's Stone'. It's a perfect display of dissociation, disintegration, reconstitution, if—"

Clovis nodded thoughtfully.

"'From the tomb of the greatest king, it shines and shines and raises the dead,'" he said. "Actually, I also wonder, is such a thing just an ordinary object?"

Lal gave him a surprised look.

"Have you read Rokutayade?" he asked softly.

Clovis turned to look at him.

His expression didn't change much from before.But Ralph still found some kind of pleasure flickering in his eyes.The emotion flowed gently in his dark blue eyes like a liquid, and shone like stars in Ralph's dark testing room.

His eyes were on Ralph.

No one had seen Ralph that way.

No.

Before Ralph knew it, his heart was beating faster, pounding loudly in his ribs like a wind-up toy, and he was breathing fast, fingers Trembling, dry throat, barely able to speak.

He found Clovis' eyes still on him, calmly and slowly—

Ralph clutched the sleeves of his robe.

I drank too much alcohol.At that point he thought, I hate ale.And it was time for him to leave.

He turned his head away from Clovis' gaze.

"I also know. The passage you just memorized was mentioned by Mike Mayer in "Flying Atlanta." Clovis said slowly.He sounded the same as before, and he didn't seem to notice the change in Ralph's mood at all (this is reasonable, but Ralph still felt a subtle dissatisfaction with it): "I guess I Not as ignorant as you think, Melotte."

Ralph answered vaguely.

"I've wasted a lot of time with you today," he said, trying to be impatient: "I feel—"

"I have something to show you." Clovis suddenly said, "It's about the Philosopher's Stone."

So Ralph's "You should get out of my testing room" finally got stuck in his throat.

The author has something to say: The advantage of no one watching it except me is that no one will know even if I cheated... It’s really "30 years of hard work, and once I return to the pre-liberation" ah *sigh*【This situation Who caused it! 】

...But I really want to congratulate me on my hard work [Thank you so much (shut up)]

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Ralph couldn't help taking a deep breath as Clovis carefully took out a small bottle of liquid from the inner pocket of his blue robe.

"What is this?" He asked, "You don't want to say that you made the Philosopher's Stone, do you?"

Clovis looked at him with those blue eyes.

"I don't know." He replied, "Just watch first."

Ralph was speechless for a moment.

He cursed his hot face inwardly for a moment, but that didn't bring the temperature back to his face.

He stood there helplessly, feeling like a huge, awkward frog (or anything else that wasn't pretty and was in the way).

"You know, metals have souls. I found this liquid three days ago when I accidentally mixed table salt and alum. I think it may be one of the forms of Azot." Clovis said, while He took out a small piece of gold from his bosom: "Can you lend me a flask?"

"Can I say no?" said Ralph, taking an empty flask off the table and handing it to him.

Clovis laughed slightly.And Ralph strained his face hard not to laugh with him.

I saw him for the first time today!He thought in disbelief, convinced that alcohol was the cause of all his abnormal state of mind today.

I really shouldn't be drinking.He thought anxiously, why on earth did I think of drinking before?

I'm definitely going to have to take a shower after he's gone, and then everything will be back to normal.absolute.Yes, absolutely.

"What do you want to show me?" So he asked impatiently, "What's in that bottle?"

Clovis smiled at him again.

"Don't worry," he said.

Ralph watched as he dropped the gold nugget into the flask, removed the glass stopper from the bottle, and poured its contents into the flask.

Slowly but surely, that little piece of gold dissolved.

The golden solution swirled in the flask regularly with Clovis' gestures.

Clovis signaled to Ralph that it wasn't over yet.

He took another piece of copper out of his inner pocket.He placed the piece of copper on a tray and poured the golden solution he had just obtained over the piece of copper.

Ralph clearly saw some kind of golden solid slowly emerging from the copper surface out of thin air.

The golden color shone before his eyes, radiant and bright, like a lamp that would never go out.

He was suddenly in no hurry again.

"That's not the only peculiarity," Clovis continued: "If I don't stop the bottle with a glass stopper, the liquid vaporizes and melts part of the furniture in my room; The cork is rotten. I can't touch it directly with my hands, it burns my hands like fire and leaves scars."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand in front of Ralph.His fingers were pale and slender like most alchemists, and they were scarred.

He pointed to Ralph the scar on his middle finger.

Ralph watched him for a moment.

I should have thought of that when he said table salt and alum.At that moment he thought.

"You're a very interesting man." Then he said, "I don't understand: You've read Mike Mayer and Rokutayyad, but you haven't heard of Jabir Hayan? You haven't read Jabir Bill Hayoung?"

Clovis stares, his hands still in the air.

"Let me show you an alchemy I discovered five years ago." Ralph said, taking a bottle of golden stuff from the top shelf of the cabinet behind him: "This is the one that the Alchemist Association sent me as a senior alchemist." proof."

Ralph brought a sheet of sandpaper and a small piece of copper from his desk.After he sanded the copper surface a few times, he carefully coated it with the contents of the bottle and baked it in the furnace for a while.When he took the softened copper out of it, all that was left was a layer of shiny gold.

The golden color shone, radiant and bright, like a lamp that would never go out.

"I made this out of gold and mercury." Ralph shook his bottle and said, "As for your bottle of 'holy water', one of the first alchemists: Jabir Hayan has discovered I guess you're not as omniscient as you think, Clovis."

He placed the copper with gold on the tray next to Clovis's, his eyes flicked quickly over Clovis's face and stopped on the bookshelf behind him.

He cleared his throat lightly.

"We've discussed it long enough," he finally said this: "You should leave my testing room."

The author has something to say: I'm here to update again! XDD! [It's good to play alone, you!No one will see it at all, okay]

There is more and more a kind of bright melancholy that promotes Feng 1 Jian 1 superstition...【What nonsense are you talking about again】

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Ralph had already guessed that this day would come: when he called Helmont "teacher" for the first time, when he was instructed by Helmont to add mercury to the iron pot, and even when he was beaten After a pause, he fell from the second floor of the alchemy tower, while Helmont watched behind him.

Ralph had long guessed that this day would come.

Yet he was caught off guard.

"I'm dying," said Helmont, sitting at his desk in the alchemy room.His fingers were thin and black, and his face was yellow, but his eyes were still calm, gentle, and as always: "Leo told me so."

Ralph's lips moved for a moment, but at last there was only a sneer.

He found that he had to grip the cuffs of his robes tightly to barely cover his trembling fingers, and it took greater willpower to restrain the trembling of his body.

"Oh," then he pretended not to care, but he knew something was wrong as soon as he opened his mouth.He tried to suppress the trembling voice, but it was unsuccessful: "Why didn't I know that you believed in an old nerve who was crazy and stared at the stars all day long?"

A smile slid across Helmont's face.

"I guess he'd be happy to hear your opinion, Ralph." He winked at Ralph. I can't believe it myself."

"What does that have to do with me?" Ralph heard himself say roughly—his voice was hoarse and almost unbearable: "What has it to do with me?"

Helmont was silent for a while.Ralph glanced at him out of the corner of his eye: he didn't seem offended by Ralph's rude way of speaking and obnoxious attitude.

He crossed his fingers and sat in silence for a while.All the while Ralph watched him out of the corner of his eye. (Of course he didn't do it on purpose, of course not. It's just that people always have hard times.)

After a while, Helmont spoke again: "I want to apologize for what I did in the Alchemy Tower. I have been feeling very sad for not being able to stop what happened all these years. I can't forgive myself, I haven't the courage to come to you either," he repeated: "I've been very sorry, Ralph. I'm sorry, my boy, I'm sorry I came so late."

A few drops of water seeped from the corners of his eyes, but were quickly wiped away.

Ralph didn't notice this, he didn't even look up into Helmont's face.

Something was falling heavily in his abdominal cavity, as heavy as a piece of lead and as cold as a piece of ice.

The floor spins in his field of vision, and he feels dizzy in the brain, cramps in his stomach, and almost throws up.He wants to ask why you have no courage?how did you find me?Do you think I will forgive you?

But he found extremely reluctantly that he forgave him almost the moment he opened the door and saw Helmont.

He thought of Helmont's indifferent face when he fell from the alchemy tower; he thought of Helmont's ridicule and abuse of his theory; he thought of the pain he had hit his back with a thorn.But at the same time he thought of the bread that Helmont had slipped beside his pillow before he went to bed; the laughter he had made when he succeeded in his first practice, and the robe embroidered with the emblem.

He's thought about it a lot over the years.

really weird.Ralph thought, why are my eye sockets burning now?

"It's nothing," he finally just nodded vaguely, fake coughing a few times, trying to give the illusion that his hoarse voice was due to physical discomfort rather than emotional ups and downs.He thought he performed perfectly: "I have long forgotten about that matter. Sooner or later I will leave the alchemy tower, and I can't stay. It's nothing, really."

Helmont nodded.More water seeped from the corners of his eyes, and this time he had to wipe them off with his sleeve.

"Thank you," he said softly, "thank you."

Ralph still had his head down.

They were silent for a while.Ralph could feel Helmont's gaze resting on his drooping head.This feeling crawled into his hair like a bug, making him restless.

"...I came here this time just to see you. We haven't seen each other for a long time." Finally Helmont said: "You look good, I'm very happy. It's actually nice to see you in Habsburg. Makes me happy."

Uncontrollable sourness welled up in Ralph's eyes—he didn't mean to cry, of course.He never cried, it was just because his eye muscles were overexerted.He doesn't want to cry at all, never, and he has nothing to cry about: "I'm glad to see you too—after all this time, I don't hate you—" he mutters: "I've always been fine. I'm The place where I live is much bigger than when I was in the Alchemy Tower, and the environment is also very good. Your brain assimilated by the Alchemy Tower probably cannot imagine such a place."

A smile appeared on Helmont's face.When Ralph looked up he saw that his eyes were cloudy, but still - goddamn - loving.The look on his face knew it all (including Ralph's botched lies and acting).

"Then I'm relieved." The old man said.He reached out and patted Ralph's head lightly, as if those harsh arguments and insults had never happened: "Thank you for opening the door, Ralph, I'm really glad to see you again."

Ralph lowered his head again without speaking.

Helmont paused silently for a while with his mouth open, as if he wanted to say something more.

In the end he just sighed.

Ralph closed the door.

He stood silently for a while, until he could bear it no longer.

He bent down and kicked over the chair Helmont was sitting on, a scream-like moan came out of his throat.Looking up, Ralph tasted a strong salty taste in his mouth, some liquid was dripping down his chin on the collar of his robes, and he found himself having to hiss to breathe properly. (It wasn't tears, of course, he never cried, never. Why did he cry?)

He originally wanted to overturn the table, but changed his mind when he saw the flask on the table.

Finally he smashed a piece of iron on the pallet to the ground.

Ralph buried his face in his robes and patted his head tremblingly.

He fell on the ground, clutching the collar of his robe tightly, and let out a hoarse scream.

What did you do before?Why are you here now?what are you thinkingwhy are you telling me

He couldn't grieve for long.

Ralph's noise was interrupted by a rapid knock on the door.

"Melot—!" He heard a familiar male voice shouting outside the door: "Melot, I heard your voice just now! Are you there?"

Oh fuck.

Ralph cursed under his breath, and stood up slowly.

He picked up the iron block from the ground, wiped his face casually, and helped up the overturned chair.

Oh fuck.

damn it.

damned.

Clovis.

The author has something to say: I don’t know if I read it wrong: This article actually gained a favorite? ! [Now there are two favorites, my God! (Hey, you collected yourself)]

I didn't expect that after I disappeared for so long, there would be other little angels who love me TVT... Although I don't know if it is a new little angel or a little angel who has followed me before, anyway, I would like to express my gratitude here!I'm so happy XD

I’ve been so diligent recently that I’m so moved [No, this is not a flag]