Angel on earth

After finishing speaking, he laughed again, his whole chest trembling: "But, that's true. Do you know, Misha? I told Joyce that I married a Siegfried man during the war." A princess of the Commonwealth. A princess should be more delicate. A pea in the mattress will make her fidgety. That's fine, Misha. Here's another recipe for you. Don't eat 'Red Micah'. Father God , I just see it as expensive!"

"Is it expensive?" Mikhail said indifferently, "Then sell it to those idiots. Aaron, I keep bees."

"But honey doesn't sweeten the soup," said Aaron. "I bought strawberries and I'll make you strawberries in compote, or you can make them yourself."

"You make it sweeter. But I'm not afraid of hardship!" Mikhail leaned on his chest, so the argument he said was not convincing at all, "I think I'm much better and don't need to take medicine. Anyway, my body , it will be fine when it should be fine.”

"'There is a time for everything, and there is a time for everything'. Go and be your high priest!" Aaron patted him on the back angrily, "I know that the medicine soup for you is particularly difficult. Drink, but it's for you. If I could only heal mortals, I wouldn't hang out with Candy Cain. I also healed Micah's godfire burn. Anyway, Misha, I see you It's not that I don't want to drink medicine..."

Mikhail stopped talking, arched his head upwards, and continued to enjoy Aaron's massage.Aaron sighed and comforted softly:

"Heal your eyes, I don't have a clue yet. But, Misha, I don't want you to continue to have headaches and nightmares. You won't tell me how long the symptoms lasted, and you won't tell me what injuries, that's obviously why related to me."

"No!" Mikhail said immediately.Aaron said: "It's been said that you can't learn to lie, don't learn to lie, it's not good."

Mikhail groaned and buried his face into his hard chest, and said sullenly: "You lied to me too. I heard it all. You said that Wakefield is too wet and cold, and you feel uncomfortable. But Misha needs to recuperate, this is our family..."

"When did I say that? No. When did you learn to blame me!" Aaron smiled, scratched his hair and combed it neatly, and asked him, "Does it still hurt now?"

"A little bit." Mikhail admitted honestly, "Occasionally I feel dizzy, but it's much better than when I'm on the road."

"Will it hurt to press here?"

"It doesn't hurt... well, half an inch up, um... a little bit."

"Then I know. I won't be home for a while, it's getting warmer, Misha."

"Shall I open my eyes?"

"I'm not afraid of the dark, Misha. I'm just a little cold."

"You don't think it's bright enough. How about this?"

"...Much better, thank you, Misha."

"You have to tell me. Be sure to tell me. If you feel cold, I'll heat up; if you can't see clearly, I'll glow; if it's not enough, I'll burn."

"Ha, then I won't say anything."

"do not want!"

The carriage gurgled and swayed forward on the uneven mountain road, the leaves in the forest rustled, the water mist gathered in one place, and the bent leaves slapped down.

Aaron only found out about it two months ago.

Although Mikhail is usually invisible, he works very neatly. He can do more work than people with normal vision, and he has also learned new skills such as weaving.When going to bed at night, he had to wait until Aaron was also in bed, and he would not sleep with Aaron in his arms.His heartbeat was faster and heavier than it was in Yaranburg, but Aaron thought it was caused by some kind of impulsiveness of the young man, so he didn't pay much attention to it, and only began to pay more attention to his self-care, so that Mikhail could be freed from his patience as soon as possible.After all, Mikhail and him are not human beings. He is more like a little bit. Mikhail is probably the shell of a god who appears to be a human being. Almost everyone will subconsciously ignore the possibility of his illness or injury.

The bed was made by two people cutting trees together. Mikhail is good at woodcarving, and Aaron often has to make some small furniture by himself. Therefore, it is quite strong, but it is as small as all the beds in Queen Olivia's time.Their bedroom was also small, with a small bed stretching from one end to the other just big enough for Mikhail to stretch out his legs.Therefore, Aaron didn't think it was wrong at first. Anyway, the bed was small, and Mikhail had always liked to sleep like this.Aaron has never seen the dignified sleeping posture on the "Golden Fox" for the second time. On the contrary—Aaron only recently figured it out—Mikhail was very rude when he was on the lava island. Sleep on him.Perhaps he would make himself a doll when he was at church, Aaron thought, not without bitterness, and found Mikhail even cuter on the basis of this fantasy.

In fact, Anna did give a doll like Mikhail, but Rollins took it out and burned it because the church forbade idols.

In the early morning of Yaranburg, Mikhail lost half of his blood at once. Of course, it was not fatal to the saint, but after escaping from Yaranburg, he tried to find a way to bring Aaron. In addition to Noren, it is even more necessary to fight against the erosion of "God".Since Aaron released Morpus, people on the ground are more likely to have nightmares than before. The higher the spirituality, the stronger the perception. A strong guy like Mikhail occasionally suffers from headaches and tinnitus.He didn’t say it all the time, but it’s not that he shy away from medical treatment. It’s just that he doesn’t really have any idea about “sickness”, and secondly, his previous injuries almost didn’t need to be treated by doctors. ".Therefore, he endured all the way to Wakefield like that, thinking that he would be fine after he settled down and had a good rest. As a result, the attacks became more and more frequent, until two months ago, he woke up from a nightmare, followed by headache and tinnitus. Let him hold his head for a long time, unable to speak, his teeth were bleeding from biting, and Aaron cried in fright.

He didn't know what Aaron asked him. Usually, such a patient is more annoying than a four or five-year-old boy.But what could Aaron have to say?They asked for it.He just comforted Mikhail with kind words, and rubbed him like this when he was fine.Aaron had little expectation of the effects of the treatment, which the Gospel of Calvin refers to as a "placebo."He hoped that Mikhail had indeed been comforted.

— Mikhail's breathing slowed down.In a daze, he obediently raised his big hand to touch Aaron's cold and thin cheek, and said softly:

"It's no big deal, it's getting better and it'll be better soon. We've got a long... long..."

Aaron sighed silently.

The carriage circled Bell Mountain, turned over a small hillside near the Amexist Forest, and rattled into an open courtyard.In the hazy rain, the thistles on the outside of the yard crawled on the ground, and were pressed out of horseshoes and ruts; ahead, a small wooden house covered with purple, white and blue irises on the roof approached.

The garden in front of the wooden house is full of green and black flowers and trees, a few cockscombs and spirea are blooming strangely and magnificently, carnations and gladiolus are on the window sills, and there are different colors in the dark and damp corners of the walls. Lycoris.The wooden house looks simple and simple, but the bare poles under the willows are the "flame stars", a specialty of the Verus Islands.The two made full use of the materials and land at their disposal to build this single-storey cottage with a steep roof and a small attic. When you open the door in the morning, you can see the golden morning sun pouring on the surface of Jinghu Lake.

Aaron waited until Mikhail was almost asleep before patting him awake.Mikhail got out of the car and opened the umbrella, reached out to Aaron, and picked him up with one arm.The boy waved his hand, and the shaft of the carriage fell to the ground with a click. The horse neighed happily, shook its mane, and went to eat the fresh fodder that appeared out of thin air in the manger.

Aaron hooked Mikhail's neck with one hand, and carried the medicine box with the other.If they want to hold an umbrella, this is the best posture.Gentleman Noren does not rely on height to win, let alone thousands of poor people who are short due to malnutrition. Aaron's current size is considered tall in Wakefield in the north, but Mikhail really Too tall, thankfully he stopped growing in time.

Mikhail closed the door and window, and Aaron skillfully lit the lamp with the light from the two vertical pupils.The stove had been hot for a day, and the room was so warm that Aaron could move freely in his shirt; on the stove, the potato stew in the cast iron pot had been simmering for a long time. Mikhail threw some vegetables into it, cut a few slices of bread, Leave the plate by the fire, and it's time for dinner when the house is cleared.

While hanging up the coats of the two of them, Aaron shrugged his nose, not smelling disgusting.Mikhail calmed down, moved the cast iron pot aside, put the kettle on the stove, and the keys and photo frame hanging around his neck made a rattling sound.Aaron originally forbade him to drink unboiled water just out of principle, and even more so after he found out that he had a headache, saying that he was afraid that amateur wizards would dump talisman water into the river.

But Aaron saw through Mikhail's trick, and while taking off his vest and folding it up, he turned his head and said, "It's just boiling water, you don't need a stove, Misha, you cook it yourself—put your casserole on it, I put away the medicine at noon, and this is the last meal."

Mikhail put the casserole on it with a bitter face, leaned behind Aaron, and hugged him.

"It's useless to act like a baby." Aaron raised his head and touched his lips, "However, it's fine."

Unexpectedly, Mikhail felt a lump of iron from his thigh, and asked curiously, "What is this?"

Aaron quickly took it back: "The ones that mortals use to fight against mages are said to have been invented by the Federation, but it is generally believed that modern guns originated in Iris."

"I know." While toasting himself bread, Mikhail poked his head towards him curiously, even though he couldn't see anything, "Last time you used a rifle, this is a pistol. Although I didn't use it However, I have seen it before. Who is it used against this time?"

Aaron pushed his glasses, dismantled the pistol and threw it into a small box, kicked it under the cabinet, and said with a low smile: "It depends on the result. Misha, this is much better than bows and arrows, and add some suitable magic—" — Bang! The Commonwealth is torn apart. Well, vampires don't use guns."

Mikhail wrinkled his nose and said, "I don't like it. This is for war, and the casualty rate is much higher than it used to be on the battlefield where these things appear."

"It's just a substitute for spells. If you don't face God, who wants to be a lamb?" Aaron patted the back of his hand, "There is no mage in our family, and there are no warlocks in the church except for the clergy. If there were Today's guns and cannons may be able to escape half, after all, the church does not allow the use of such things, even gas is not allowed? - You should have dinner, Misha, today is a bit late, now Noren's Dinner time is just so unhealthy."

The author says:

A headache is not a knife, it's just a tool disease (X)