empty crown

What a brat! !He doesn't know how difficult it is for him to get this bottle of unicorn blood~! !If he hadn't seen yesterday that he would die from bleeding if he didn't treat him, he wouldn't use that bottle of treasure! !Aloof and pure creatures like unicorns, not to mention that it is impossible for him to catch them, even if he caught them, he would not have the heart to bleed them!If it wasn't for a coincidence, how could he have gotten this bottle of blood!This brat... actually... actually...

Forget it... He was also trying to save himself... He held his head and excused Harry in his heart.

Maybe he was frightened when he saw that he had a fever... Can't tell that that brat still cares about him, he suddenly felt a little sweet.

At this moment the door opened, and the brat he had cursed for a long time was standing pitifully at the door, his body and face were covered with mud, his blond hair was messed up, and his red leather coat had dried up The bloodstains, the emerald green eyes on the muddy face became more and more obvious, he blinked his big eyes, sniffed his nose twice: "You're awake..." Then he rushed to his bedside: "It really works! I thought you were burned to death just like that!"

He tried hard to restrain the twitching of the corner of his mouth: "I'm not so fragile... But you, what did you do... make it so dirty..."

Harry's expression of excitement just now disappeared when he heard his question, and he put on a pitiful expression again. He looked up at him, and silently took out a...frog...

He looked at Harry in disbelief, not knowing what he was doing catching frogs in his free time, his childlike innocence was still there! ?

"I...I want to get something to eat...but I can't tell the difference between east and west...the trees here are all about the same...and I don't dare to go too far or I won't be able to come back..." Harry twitched again She sniffled, and her tone became more and more aggrieved: "I saw several rabbits but I couldn't catch them...they run too fast and I dare not follow them too far... don't even think about birds or anything, I just I was able to catch frogs in the pond..." After saying that, he shook the poor green thing in his hand: "I heard that this thing tastes good..."

He stared blankly at Harry, and Harry also stared at him with wide eyes, shaking the frog vigorously in an attempt to prove himself.

...If he said that he was so stupid and cute now, would he just throw a frog in his face...?

He swallowed, and still held back the words, but his stomach was about to hurt from laughing. Harry saw that he was expressionless, and hastily opened the bag on his waist. Inside was a pile of A green frog looking at him with big yellow eyes...

"Puff ha ha ha ha ha ─ ─!!" Unable to hold back any more, he laughed loudly, tears were about to flow out of his laughter, he hadn't laughed like this for a long, long time, and his abs were even bigger when he laughed. It hurts.

"What are you laughing at! Frogs are hard to catch, aren't they! Look at my muddy body!" Harry stood up in embarrassment to show his hard work.

"Hahahahaha!!" He swears that he laughed out his tears, really, and beat the poor bed board exaggeratedly while laughing.

"It's annoying you!" Harry blushed a little.

"I never knew you could be so cute...hahahahaha..." He laughed out of breath.

"Huh! You have never seen the world! Frogs are delicious! You wait for me to roast now! Wait a while and don't ask me for it!" Harry grabbed the poor frog angrily, and slammed the door out.

Half a minute later, Harry ran back again, biting his lower lip and asking himself in a very small voice: "Well...how did the fire start..."

So he laughed again very unkindly.

When the two of them ate the grilled and greasy rabbit meat, the sun had already arrived and it was just empty.

The two who hadn't eaten for almost a day cleaned up the claws eaten by the two hares. Under Harry's argument, he had to roast the frog too. Under Harry's coercion and lure, he bite the bullet. Looking at him with big eyes, 'Is it delicious?' written all over his face.Is it tasty?It's delicious, I'll eat it too' expression, he suddenly got a mischievous heart, made a surprised expression, chewed hard, and nodded while chewing.

Harry was overjoyed when he saw this, so he picked up the frog and took a bite. He chewed and said, "You see, I said that frogs are also very... bah! It's so bad!" Harry frowned and picked up his wine bag before he could stop him. He took a big sip of wine: "...It's so hard to drink!"

It was so funny, he looked at Harry like he was watching a play while he was pulling the bonfire.

Although this little thing was naughty but unexpectedly interesting, he seemed to have found a toy that he was suddenly interested in, watching Harry's every move, the corners of his mouth!With a smile that seems to be nothing.

"Speaking of which, what exactly is your name!?" Harry wiped his mouth: "I can't just call you Huntsman from now on, can I?"

"...Why did you ask this all of a sudden?" He lowered his face. He didn't like his name, and he didn't want to think of that long-lost memory.

"It's just that it's troublesome to call you only HI, HI every time." Harry shrugged, so he wouldn't admit that he was suddenly interested in the name of this dirty, messy man.

He stared at Harry. He didn't like the name given to him by the man and woman who abandoned him. After so many years, he almost forgot the pronunciation of his name, but the name was still in his mind, and he forgot it alive. No, I remember that a woman who had a one-night stand with me also asked her name. He hesitated for a long time and still didn't tell her, and said perfunctorily that he forgot. She smiled and said that the name is the mark given to you by the person who loves you. Forgetting a name is tantamount to forgetting love.

He felt that this sentence was too sensational.

If the name is given to oneself by the person who loves oneself, then what is the man and woman who abandons oneself.

Thinking of this, he smiled contemptuously.

"Hey, don't smirk, tell me." Harry looked at him with his chin up, his green eyes dyed a warm color against the firelight.

"..." He was silent for a long time, just when Harry thought he didn't intend to say anything, he opened his mouth lightly: "Eric..."

"What...?" Harry thought he was hallucinating.

"It's fine if you don't hear it." For the first time, he felt a little embarrassed. He didn't know why he couldn't help but say it when he saw this brat's eyes...

"I heard it! Eric!!" Harry immediately said decisively, "It sounds great!"

"Okay, shut up, and don't call my name in public."

"You don't want others to know!? Then since you trust me so much, I will definitely not tell others, don't worry!" Harry promised with a strong word.

A lover's mark? Eric looked at Harry and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Don't be kidding, I just think this kid is funny.

that is it.

感情

It had been two days since Eric and Harry walked out of the dark forest. When Harry walked to the tavern he frequented, he was caught by a black figure that rushed out before he even stepped in.

"Your Highness, I have found you!!" a pitiful voice.

Harry glanced at the person who grabbed him, as if it looked familiar: "Are you...?"

"I'm your little bodyguard!!!" The owner of the bitter voice was heartbroken.

"Um, you're that little guard!! I didn't recognize you after you changed your clothes!" Harry smiled apologetically.

"Forget it..." the little guard flattened his mouth: "Your Highness, come back with me! The king is looking for you like crazy! He said that if he can't find you within a week, he will take my skin off..."

"Well, for the sake of your skin, I will reluctantly go with you." Harry sighed, and turned his head to look at the frowning Eric: "It's nothing, I'll go first, I have to go back and fight wits with my father, if I If I win, I will come here to look for you, and if I lose...I guess it will take a few weeks before I come here to look for you." Harry smiled and waved: "But I will always come."

Eric nodded, feeling a bit sad to see Harry leaving.

Even though they have only been together for a week, Eric has to admit that he likes Harry very much... like this mischievous and clever brat.

For Eric, who has always had no interest in others, it is an unprecedented existence to fall in love with someone. However, it is just like liking, the same as liking kittens and puppies.

Eric added silently in his heart.

After that, Eric's life was still as usual, drinking, hanging out, occasionally finding a pleasing woman to sleep with, and going to the dark forest to find something to sell for money when he ran out of money, but Eric had to do something more every day The only thing he wanted to do was to go to that dilapidated tavern, sit and drink a jug of wine, listen to other people's gossip, and try to find traces of Harry in it.

Harry hadn't shown up for a month, and Eric reckoned that his fight with the old king ended in failure this time, and he was put into confinement, obviously not the level that he could sneak out like last time.

Maybe even got beaten, Eric laughed