The Magician of Rebirth

After a long, long time, Charamon was one step ahead of Friend and returned to Ilari's embrace.

His military career in his early years had buried too many hidden dangers in his body, which were not obvious when he was young, and then gradually popped out one after another.

During the last ten years in Charamont, they settled in a small overseas country, built a hut with slate and wood, bought some simple furniture, and lived in it.

At that time, Flender's magic had reached the level of proficiency and fluency. He could skillfully manipulate the airflow to clean the room spotlessly clean, and manipulate the wind blade to polish the tabletop to a mirror-like finish.

However, at that time, Sharamon could no longer lift the heavy stove quietly and easily as before, and then gave a silent smile to the mage who was hesitating whether to use the levitating spell.

He could only quietly lean against the head of the bed, bathed in the golden sunlight, watching his lover's figure with soft eyes.

They have both lived for a long time, and the blades of time have left clear marks on each other's faces. The passion and vigor of youth have been worn away, and what remains is the warmth and peace of being together.

Flender would carefully prepare the best potion every day, and then warm it with the fire, bring it to Charamon's bedside, and watch him drink up those colorful potions in one gulp.

Although, they all know that it doesn't make much sense to do so.

No matter how magical potions are, they are powerless in the face of time.

He is no longer the swordsman with superb sword skills, nor is he the mage who repeatedly casts forbidden spells.Like every married couple who grow old together, they planted flowers, plants and melons and fruits in the open space in front of the house. When the sun was good, they went out to bask in the sun together, and occasionally talked about things when they were young.

Their homeland is still in dispute, and the border areas are still fighting.

But these have nothing to do with them.

They are more concerned about whether the April orchid in front of the door has produced new flower buds, and whether tomorrow will be a good weather for drying clothes.

Next to their home, there is a small puddle.

Flender would go out every morning and bring back a few fresh fish, add Yin Lancao, real fruit and sea salt, put them in a small earthen pot and simmer slowly for half the morning, and then you can make summer fish. The delicious fish soup that Ramon likes to drink.

Sharamon knew that every time Flender went out, he brought back many rare medicinal herbs with the fish.Sharamon also knew that most of these herbs were for him, and the other half were for Flender himself.

They are running out of time.

So cherish every day extra.

They lived like this for ten years.

Later, on a sunny day as usual, Charamont and Flender took a nap together quietly with their eyes closed as usual.

However, Charamon never woke up again.

With his arms around the cold body beside him, Flender leaned down gently, just like what Charamond had done to him countless times, and carefully planted a kiss between the brows of that peaceful sleeping face.

Flender couldn't die yet, he had to find a way to condense the body of the Elf King who was sleeping in the soul stone in the short time left.

His life is about to come to an end, but the life of the Elven King is still very, very long.

He hoped that the guy who always had a hippie smile, like him, could find a partner who could walk with him for a long time, instead of having to endure thousands of years of loneliness just for a human being who could talk.

There was a violent coughing sound, and bright red blood dripped from between his fingers, staining the parchment in front of him red.

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After a long, long time, the Elf King finally succeeded in condensing into a real entity.

He finds a reincarnation of his first contractor, and they become just friends, but that's about it.

He traveled to many places, met many different people, had many different stories, and had a few short-term relationships, but they never lasted long.

Because the management of love requires hard work, but his heart has been lost thousands of years ago, and it fell on the blood-stained parchment.

He knew that Flender hoped that he could live according to his own wishes, and no longer had to be bound by a contract for life like other elves, and was forced to endure loneliness alone in the meaningless waiting day after day.

Therefore, he decided to continue to wait according to his own wishes.

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In a remote small village in the southeast of Lakeside Town, the child with short red hair ran hurriedly after a paper kite with a broken string. Thin beads of sweat oozed from his apple-like face, and his tightly pursed lips Showed a bit of stubbornness.

The light blue butterfly seemed to be drawn by an invisible thread, and it always floated unhurriedly two or three steps away in front of him. He stretched out his hand several times, but always brushed past him.

The child was only five or six years old, and he was exhausted after running for a long time, and he supported his body entirely with a will.When he reached out his hand again, his feet were weak, and he immediately lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.

An expression of panic finally appeared in the child's eyes. He ignored the pain and hurriedly looked at the kite flying farther and farther, struggling to stand up.

At this time, a hand as white as jade protruded from behind the tree, and gently and deftly intercepted the butterfly in mid-air.

The child breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up along that arm, but saw the same smiling face.The child's aesthetic sense has not yet been fully established, but he vaguely feels that the person in front of him is extremely beautiful, and he can't help but be fascinated by it.

The beautiful young man stepped forward with a smile and raised the paper kite in his hand: "Hey, little beauty, do you want me to return this to you?"

The child tilted his head and blinked his eyes, and suddenly made a very serious face, "What conditions do you have?"

The smile on the corner of the young man's mouth froze for a moment, and then quickly returned to nature, "Ah, it's nothing, as long as you sign a contract with me."

"What is a contract?" The child frowned his small and delicate eyebrows, his appearance was indescribably childish and cute.

"A contract is a kind of agreement. After signing the contract, I will always be by your side to protect you. How about it?" The smile on the young man's face was gentle and amiable. From an angle that the child could not see, his other hand But trembling slightly because of the rare tension.

"Well... well, let's sign the contract."

The sun shines through the mottled tree shadows, swaying wisps of brilliant gold in the air.

Unknown birds in the woods sang melodious music.

There are two hands, one big and one small, one is cool slightly below body temperature, the other is warm with sweat, five fingers touch each other, palms overlap.

Intricate patterns formed and disappeared on the backs of their hands.

At that moment, the smile on the young man's face was complicated and lonely, containing too many things that children still cannot understand.

"Flender! Flender!" With a clear call, another child came striding forward.He looked about seven or eight years old, but he was a full head taller than the one with short red hair, and his blue eyes, which were as clear as lake water, shone brightly in the sunlight.

"Flender, stop chasing that butterfly. I'll make you a new one. It will definitely look 100 times better than the original one!"

"But, the first butterfly you planted at that time, I couldn't bear it. And this uncle has already helped me catch it."

"...Who are you?" The green-eyed little boy finally realized the existence of the young man. He stepped forward and stood between the two of them. His bright eyes were full of vigilance and vigilance like a small animal.

The young man was silent for a while, staring at the child in front of him who was only as high as his waist, with an extremely sad expression.

"Why are you still here!"

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