god's bride

Before the first generation of the Grenier Kingdom was destroyed, Crescent Ridge was not called Crescent Ridge. At that time, it was still a wild wilderness that no one cared about. Only a few poor villages took root there and lived ignorantly.

There is a village called Chenna. There are about thirteen families in the village, and there is a little mute who has no father or mother.

'Qinna' in the local language means fire-hating. Not far from Qinna Village, there is a settlement of Demon Flame Goblins. The goblins are moody by nature and enjoy teasing humans. The fairies treat them as their 'playmates', and they come to play a fire-breathing game every once in a while. In the end, the goblins fall into a long sleep contentedly, and the 'playmates' are either dead or injured.

For the Chenna, it was a cruel game—for a long time, they were helpless and could only be teased by goblins.

But later, as the exchanges between the Kingdom of Grenier and the Elven Royal Court deepened, the capital sent mages to expel the sealed goblins, and the Royal Court took advantage of the situation to impose more restrictions on the goblins.This period of painful history has been revealed, leaving only the name of "Jenner".

In a long and peaceful life, the little mute’s parents were the only two people who died in hunting in a hundred years. At that time, he was not yet four years old. The sound is even worse.

Fortunately, all the people in Chenna accepted him, and the little mute grew up safely relying on the alms of the family. Although the long-term insufficiency of food made him as thin as a skeleton, and his sharp bones could barely support his pale skin, at least he was still alive. Compared with his unfortunate parents, he can be regarded as lucky.

"Hello, little mute."

On the big tree covered with mulberries, two children climbed up and down, and another child was standing on tiptoe, trying to catch the mulberries with his clothes.The top child is named Ron Moore, who has just turned 13 years old. He often teases the little mute, but never calls him by his name properly. The children in the village follow him, and the little mute seldom hears his own name over time.

Ron Moore yelled a few times, seeing the little mute walking close to the corner of the wall, ignoring him at all, jumping down from the big tree, and blocking the mute in a few strokes.

"That's rude, didn't you hear me call you?"

The little mute hung his head, paused for a moment, turned around and wanted to turn around, but Ron Moore quickly changed the direction to block.

"You don't even say hello to me?"

The little mute finally raised his head, glared at Ron Moore gloomyly, but stared at him with a smile all over his face.The strong arm hooked the little mute's neck, and the other hand grabbed his smooth black hair in a mess. Ron Moore walked forward with the little mute, with a very clear goal——

"You come to my house for dinner tonight, little mute, you really know how to pick your time." Ron Moore said jokingly, "The old man went to the market to buy a frost beast, threw it into the pot and simmered it from morning to afternoon , although you can't speak, you must have a good nose—you have already smelled the fragrance, right?"

The little mute would not respond to him, and Ron Moore said to himself very happily: "You have to thank me, if I hadn't been admitted to Saint Laurent College, you probably wouldn't be able to eat a bite of frost beast meat in your life... Do you know what a frost beast is?"

Ron Moore stared at the little mute, his eyes mixed with complex emotions such as pride and expectation.Finally, the little mute shook his head as he wished.

"The Frost Beast is the most delicious beast in the world. Its meat—you only need to take a bite to know that other meat is simply inferior...you are really blessed."

In a place where Ron Moore couldn't see, the little mute rolled his eyes. He wanted to say that you have never eaten frost beasts. He wanted to say that even the poor in the capital don't bother to eat frost beasts, but because of physical These words can only roll and roll in the stomach, and gradually become silent.

However, so far, the frost beast is indeed the most delicious beast that the little mute has ever eaten.

Hiding behind the mulberry tree, the little mute fiercely bit the frost beast's thigh—it was the dinner given to him by Ron Moore's family. His stomach made a sound of satisfaction after a day of hunger, and he ate like a wild beast.

The amount of meat that an adult can't finish in one meal, the little dumb can finish it in two or three strokes, and it is only satisfied for a moment, followed by a stronger sense of hunger.

The little mute understands that his body is not right, but he doesn't care about it. Maybe his parents who died early have blood of non-human races, but that doesn't make him strong. At most, he reminds him with an empty stomach every moment. He—this fucking life is going to go on.

The little mute doesn't live in any family. He has his own little nest, a dilapidated hut piled up of logs at the westernmost end of Chenna Village.

At night, the cold wind will blow into the house along the gaps between the wood, and slyly slip into the thin bedding, causing the little mute to have more than one nightmare in the cold environment.

But he hasn't been able to sleep for the past few days.

——The little mute always felt that there seemed to be something extra in the sky above Chenna Village.

Especially at night.

The cold, malicious gaze permeated every corner of Chenna Village, but the other people in the village didn't seem to notice, they prayed to the gods unconsciously, and then fell asleep.But the little mute could clearly feel that gaze sweeping over every inch of his body, and the chill brought by the night wind was not worth mentioning.

more importantly--

"Hiss..." The little dumb body trembled, and hurriedly covered his left arm with his hand. Just a second ago, there was a merciless scratch on it, and blood seeped out along the gap, deepening the long-lasting pain.

Yes, after the little mute noticed the existence of that gaze, every night, a teasing scar would be added to his thin and pale body.

Since he couldn't fall asleep last night, the little mute was extremely tired the next day, and the wound no longer oozes blood, but it still hurts hotly under the sun.

The little mute doesn't like to stay outside, but he found a "job" recently. Old Green in the east of the village recently injured his leg. He helps deliver fresh milk to every family, and he can get a meager "payment" for this —A book or two.

The little mute likes to read books, which allows him to see the world beyond Chenna Village.

After delivering the milk exhaustedly, the little mute couldn't wait to go back to Old Grimm's book. However, a very familiar face occupied his sight, and the little mute couldn't help frowning sparsely.It's Ron Moore.

"Want to run again?!" The tall Ron Moore stood in front of him, blocking most of the sunlight, "Hey, little dumb."

The little mute lowered his head habitually. When Ron Moore found him, he probably wanted to vent his complaints or make some jokes. He was used to it.

"Hold it." In the next second, a small bottle was stuffed into his hand, and Ron Moore said in a lecturing tone, "If you don't do anything carefully, don't you want to take care of that cut in your hand? Do you know? Knowing that someone in the next village died of a wound infection not long ago, I really don't want to kill you..."

The little mute rubbed the uneven medicine bottle, feeling a strange feeling in his heart, he felt helpless to adapt to it, raised his head cautiously, looked at Ron Moore for a long time, and made a muffled sound in his throat.

--"Thanks."

"..." Ron Moore sighed, "Little dumb, be more careful in the future, I will go to the academy soon, and no one will care about you like I do."

He looked at the little mute's cheeks reddened by the sun and his black hair wet with sweat: "In another year, the college will send people here to recruit students, and it will probably be in spring. You have to get up early—go to the market town It will take four or five hours to walk. I think you are thin and weak, and you should have a talent for magic. When the time comes, I will protect you as a senior when you come to the academy."

Finally, he said seriously: "Do you hear me clearly?"

The little mute nodded obediently.

The long and curly eyelashes covered the beautiful eyes, even though he was very embarrassed at the moment, the little dumb was cute and beautiful.Ron Moore said in his heart that the little mute is the best-looking person he has ever seen. Even the mages who recruited students in the academy are not as good as the little mute. It can bring me...ahem...good luck in that regard.

"I'll be leaving tomorrow morning, little," Ron Moore coughed uncomfortably, "little...well...goodbye, I'll wait for you in the capital...Sunie."

……

Su Ye woke up from the dream.

For the first time in months, he managed to fall asleep successfully, and was lucky enough to dream about his childhood, which is something to be happy about... isn't it?

Sensing the excitement of the gods, all kinds of elements in the air suddenly rioted. The strong wind rolled the desk into a frenzy, and the thunder and lightning spread along the long table, sparking a stubborn spark at the end. , tremblingly retracted into the corner, not even daring to make a coquettish voice.

Su Ye's current mood is really, really bad.

His cold eyes glide over everything in the bedroom, and finally stop at the roses hanging by the window.

——The rose vase, which had always kept him in a good mood, suddenly shattered into powder, and the delicate white rose inside fell hard on the carpet.

Everything in the bedroom was extremely messy, and Su Ye sat in the center, staring down at the patterns on the carpet.

A quarter of an hour later, Aisha came to replace the rose for Sunie as usual.

As soon as the door was opened, the cheerful maid froze in place at the sight of the room. Due to an accident, she seemed to let out an uncontrollable exclamation, and then her voice was quickly restrained.

"...My lord," Aisha's voice trembled, "do you want me to change the vase for you?"

She held the freshly cut roses and couldn't get a handle on them.

Su Nie said calmly: "I don't need it for now. Before that, Aisha, I have always had a question, can you help me answer it?"

The sunlight fell down the window and sprinkled on his pale side face, depicting the beautiful eyebrows and eyes more clearly. If the expression was softer, it would become a very pleasing painting.However, at this moment, the coldness between Su Nie's brows shattered the sunlight, forcibly opening up a small cold area amidst the warmth.

Even a person who can't read the face can understand at this moment that if she can't satisfy the person in front of her, then she will face an unpleasant punishment.

"Yes, yes...my honour, my lord."

"You seem to be very talented in taking care of plants." Su Nie narrated unhurriedly, "My delicate roses have given the housekeeper a headache for a long time, and you obviously have a way with them, not only let them look I wake up full of vigor, and even... you know, I haven't had a good night's sleep for several days, but I had a rare dream yesterday."

Strange eyes stared at Aisha: "Do you have any tricks when taking care of my roses? Don't worry, I won't tell others about it."

Aisha clasped her hands uneasily, looking extremely confused: "I, I don't have any tricks...Everything is done according to what the housekeeper told me..."

Su Nie nodded, and then asked another question: "So, what reward do you want?"

This is a really poisonous, downright dangerous question.

Under the mask of fear and timidity, Aisha thought angrily that he had put too much blood in the rose, and Su Ye had obviously become alert.If the following answer can't dispel Su Nie's doubts, he may face severe torture—these are nothing, what Aisha is most afraid of is that after finally gaining the privilege of entering the Gray Tower, he will be expelled from Rose Manor in a blink of an eye.

So, how should she answer?

The maid twisted her fingers, and said cautiously: "The rose I took care of really made... the adult's sleep better?"

It seemed that she couldn't believe the efficacy of roses.

"Of course I know best."

"That, that's really great!" The maid suppressed her excited tone, blushing happily, "It's my greatest honor to be able to share your worries! The goddess must also—"

Having said this, Aisha suddenly became vague and couldn't say a word with clear meaning.

But Su Nie can probably understand what she's thinking - she solves problems for the goddess' servant, which is equivalent to contributing to the goddess.For a devout believer, it is a normal thought.

Su Nie's previous doubts due to anger suddenly dissipated most of them. When she saw Aisha's beautiful long hair, she felt that she was really a little sensitive.

Maybe it's just because I lived in the gray tower for too long that I suddenly dreamed about the past and the old people. This is not impossible.

after all--

The Rose Manor was built on the land where Chenna Village once stood.

The author has something to say: I found that the memory of this book is a bit too long (laughing and crying)

But the duke was a good boy before (nods)