[Quick Transmigration] Anyway, the protagonist is quite cold

"It's here." The guard bowed with his hands behind his back, and the door slowly opened.

Bricks made of jasper constitute this extravagant and splendid house, and the golden pillars are inlaid with crystals, agates, and intricately carved roses.Twelve pillars are arranged around the circular room, obviously not for support, but to form some kind of magic circle.Geralt felt dizzy from the blinding lighting in the room, but the dragon's eyesight was four times that of a human's, and he recovered quickly, as the door slammed shut behind him.

The sun's dust boiled and slowly fell, and the figure of the elf came into view.

"Al... Rhodes."

Geralt was originally happy to be able to see "her", but was startled by the piercing eyes, and lowered his volume dumbly.

"She" no longer has the clear and transparent light of an elf.Other than that, "she" was still neatly dressed, and she didn't seem to be any different from before - but Geralt felt that something was different.

Those transparent sapphire-like eyes became dull, no longer a curiosity about the world and a clean and alienated look, but a deep restlessness and melancholy.Seeing Geralt's figure, "she" flashed despair for a moment.

"...Is it coming again?"

The elf murmured.

What's up again?Geralt frowned and asked anxiously, "Are you okay?"

The elf gazed at the dragon's offspring.He looked about 27 or [-] years old, but his eyebrows and eyes were still full of the childishness of a teenager.This is not to say that he is exquisite - he is certainly good-looking, with thick eyelashes and a high nose bridge, but there is a sense of heroism in his eyebrows and eyes, and he has two canine teeth when he smiles, and his eyes are sparkling.

It was a look of admiration.

...That is, it is different from the hero who killed himself by blowing out the flames of the dragon with a proud smile countless times in the dream.

Elrod seemed to realize something, he retracted his gaze, lowered his eyes to look at his hands, and slowly raised the corners of his lips to smile.

"Of course I'm fine."

"She" raised her head, as if a little puzzled why Geralt was standing so far away from her, she tilted her head slightly, "Come here, Geralt."

"……Um?"

Although Geralt felt that Elrod's attitude was a bit strange, worry still prevailed.Undoubtedly there was him, he walked to the side of the elf - still lower than "her", tsk.

——! !

All of a sudden, the world was turned upside down, and the field of vision twitched. It turned out that Elrod bullied him and pressed him on the bed, lowering his head and exchanging breathing air with him at a very close distance.

The long golden hair slid from "her" shoulders and swept across his face, as if there was a small subtle sense of shock. "She" is really beautiful, from the eyelashes to the corners of the lips, every detail is so exquisite that it is suffocating.Geralt held his breath cautiously, and when he realized it, he met Elrod's eyes with a strange smile.

"...!"

The feeling of not knowing what to do only caught up with his thoughts at this moment. Geralt felt that his face was burning like fire. He was at a loss, and he didn't dare to take the initiative to touch Elrod, but there was a vague expectation.

With a hint, the elf glanced at his lips, so Geralt couldn't take his eyes off the elf's lips when he spoke, the white teeth, and the flexible tip of his tongue—the tip of his tongue once entered his mouth— —

"Geralt, don't you have anything to say?"

"me--"

——!Come back!

Geralt tried desperately to stay awake, but it was too late, he felt that his reaction was already overwhelmed, and the words in his mouth were not finished.

The elf smiled lowly. "She" grabbed Geralt's hand, and Geralt seemed to be possessed without any resistance, being held by "her" and gradually descending until he touched his own body, "The reaction here—"

The elf raised the corners of his lips slightly, lowered his head and gently stroked Geralt's cheek with his slightly cool lips, and breathed gently across his skin, as gentle as a prophecy.

"--you love me."

"Hey wait! The confession is up to me—" Geralt had already spoken before realizing that the elf didn't say "I love you", but just "you love me".His voice could not help but weaken, and he admitted: "...Yes, I love you."

He pursed his lips and asked hesitantly: "What's wrong with you, Elrod?" This topic shouldn't be discussed—"

Yes, explaining Ludovina's plan and discussing how to kill the king is the purpose of his coming here.This thought flashed through his mind, and he said a little uneasy: "...you don't seem to be like this usually."

But his thoughts were quickly interrupted by a deep kiss.The elf plundered every ounce of his thoughts mercilessly, provoking the nerves in his mouth with great skill, and Geralt was already like a small boat swept into the wind and waves just by responding.

The elf's hand was inserted in his hair, holding him slightly raised his upper body to meet him, and the other hand penetrated into his robe, dexterously moving down on his back, lightly tapping on his lower back, The sliding stimulated him to arch his waist back, wanting to dodge, but also feeling impatient, his hands unconsciously caressed the front of his body, and then sent himself out in the smiling eyes of the elf.

Only then did his sanity return to his brain, and Geralt seemed to have just realized what had happened, but the elf sealed his words with a light peck.

The beautiful elf stroked his white hair pitifully, "I don't usually do this, naturally..." "Her" said softly, "That's because you never understood me."

He put his body against Geralt, meaningfully took his hand and put it on the back of his waist, and smiled to transmit his body temperature to him through the fabric.

That strange—but all too clear—tactile sensation made Geralt's body stiffen.

Little by little, the elf's slender and slender fingertips unbuttoned her from the white neck, revealing a beautiful collarbone and a lean, muscular chest.He glanced over Geralt's stiff expression, and put down his hands in boredom, no longer teasing him.

His expression restrained his smile again, becoming cold and alienated.

"Geralt, you never knew me."

He looked so arrogant and unkind, but Geralt could clearly see in his eyes—not complete alienation, but a kind of silent "it is so", that inexplicable, huge The condensation of pain and sorrow made him feel a throbbing pain in his chest.

"—Elrod!"

And, besides, he couldn't deny the emotion—even when he realized it was a man, he was still thrilled by his bare skin, eyes, and breath, and longed for his ahem, for his kisses, for his Soothe his melancholy and sorrow.

what happened!Geralt had given up on his own reason, he felt he was being driven by crazy emotions.Elrod looked over - he raised his eyebrows slightly, waiting for his response.Geralt heard himself stammering for a while, looking for reasons and words.

"...you, you said, 'it's not about gender' - I don't think so - well, I mean, I think so too..."

what am i talking about!

Geralt was so anxious that he wanted to scratch his head, but saw Elrod close his eyes and sighed.

His heart seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar—what's wrong?Is he disappointed in me?

Yet the elf opened his eyes.

He stared at Geralt intently—for a moment, and smiled warmly.

He laughed!

Geralt was in the ups and downs of losing and regaining, and unexpectedly crashed into the elf's arms, wrapping his arms around his thin waist.The cursed elf took two steps back to regain his footing, and then he heard the elf's muffled laughter, and he raised his head to fight back the kiss.

At this time, Elrod acted as if he was completely passive. He stood calmly and let Geralt hold his shoulders, and raised his head slightly to curry favor with the reserved elf with clumsy kissing skills.But Elrod's hand teased back behind him, lit enough fire, but made no further action.

"...What should we do now?" Geralt panted, feeling a little uneasy—although he lacked specific knowledge, he also knew that one of the two men must be underneath with just a few words of "common sense". of.

Elrod bit his ear and whispered affectionately, so Geralt reluctantly—well, actually a little excitedly—followed his instructions and said: "Elrod, teach me what to do-"

Then the elf bullied him and kissed him until he was powerless to resist, and collapsed on the bed, unable to speak.

It's not good, it's not good to go on like this.

The beautiful elf smiled, his sapphire-like eyes shone brightly, and his voice was hoarse and deep, as if it had the texture of night.

He stopped his words of protest with a kiss in good time the whole time, and said slowly, "You know, Geralt?"

"Know what?" Geralt was caught off guard by this sudden turn of events, and asked blankly.

"You and me, we shouldn't be able to talk like this." The elf looked pitiful and melancholy.

"It's true, after all, we almost hit home plate just now." Geralt gritted his back teeth and smiled reluctantly.

"Yes," sighed the elf. "Besides, what we're saying at the moment is not aesthetically pleasing—it looks shoddy."

"Then why are we desperately saying these irrelevant things here?" Geralt bit the tip of his tongue to force himself to wake up, desperately wanting to speak to divert his attention, but he had endured until the corners of his eyes turned red, and tears overflowed involuntarily. "Elrod, I originally thought that we...we could finally achieve the great harmony of life."

The elf kissed his forehead pityingly, "This is the fate that you and I—even the laws of the world cannot resist."

Yes, this is not the influence of the plot of this world, or even the author of a world can grasp it-this is the mysterious power from higher rules.Chu Songluo has seen many such scenes, and now he has fallen into such a scene, and he has nothing to do.

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Ambatu——An elf who inherits the name of this star will appear every ten thousand years among the elves.They left the land of the gods to search for the prophecy, but without exception, they were sent into darkness by the prophecy of the wizard, and finally they were cut off on the mainland. No one could ever return to the land of the gods.

Savman did not expect to see Ambatu in his lifetime, let alone being invited to make a prophecy to Ambatu.

Facing the strict formation of the king's guards, the wizard Saweiman sighed deeply.

"The elf favored by the stars, how can I see his true destiny?"

The earth elf walked proudly in front of him, "Oh, you don't know how arrogant your student is—but his knowledge is definitely not one-ten-thousandth of yours! This is the king's invitation , no matter whether you can see his true fate or not, your prophecy is destined to become his fate, please don't refuse!"

What it said was right—Saviman's prophecy would inevitably lead Ambatu to the fate of being killed.

But he couldn't let go of this matter - the king cursed the elf, so Ambatu's current strength is probably just an ordinary person; besides, thinking of his talented student...

Saweiman sighed deeply again, "...Please wait for me for a moment, everyone."

It's always right for the old man to want to have a successor, right?

He closed the door of the high tower, turned around and took off the thick crystal lenses, the light of wisdom appeared in the cloudy eyes again, and his stooped body was straight.He muttered to himself, and put on the formal attire of a wizard: "...I'm old, I'm afraid I won't be able to exert much effort."

Recalling the scene that appeared in his crystal ball after seeing the student's note, Saveman grabbed his staff.

"—But at least, it's still possible to kill one or two people."

He shook his head, and said to himself, denying himself, "How can you beat and kill casually when you are old? You are sending them to the embrace of God—to the embrace of God."

The gate of the high tower was pushed open, and it was completely different from the old man with dizzy eyes and stooped figure before. This was a wise and powerful wizard.

Savman bowed politely and said, "Please lead the way, Your Excellency."

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Modifications: Explained the name "Ambatu" and why Elrod is so weak now; Elrod and Geralt said more.