Chapter 665: In memory

After being released from Soul Gem, Ay Taylor flew for a moment, and Allen sat back in his chair, telling him about his current situation and his relationship with his grandfather.

Love Utara Buddha touched his face with his hand. The sense of touch made him wonder if he was really dead. Although he had already made such psychological preparations for a long time, he was clearly told that he was Has died, and turned into a state of soul, and after dying, people do not go to see their gods or fall into hell, but the portrait that has been turned into a portrait by a wizard continues to exist in this world, which makes He felt incredible.

Thinking of a possibility, he can't wait to ask Alan: "Can I still see my wife and children?"

"I'm sorry, your wife and children are not wizards. I don't think there is a chance to enter Hogwarts. I will leave soon, and I have no time to reunite you." Allen saw his thoughts before waiting for love. Taylor Buddha asked the exit and continued, "You can't be a ghost, but if you only try to appear in the world of mortals in the form of souls, not in paintings, I'm afraid they will be sucked away by the underworld soon. In the way that Gua can understand, your current memories and emotions no longer exist. "

"They are not sorcerers." Aiwu Taylor replied sadly and positively. His eyes were filled with sorrow and confusion, and they would never see their wives and children. They did n’t know what kind of life they would live. At least Duke William ’s opponents were very harsh, but they were killed on this battlefield. The knight family is much better than other nobles, and his son can at least inherit his knighthood as an adult ...

But in the long years that followed, there was only endless care and thoughts accompanying me.

Utara Buddha sighed a long time, so that's fine, even when he met, obviously the wizard would not leave his portrait to his wife and children, otherwise, if he knew his state and could not meet at any time, he would increase his sorrow. Hope that as time goes by, they will not be immersed in the grief of losing themselves.

The red-haired knight froze for a long time before he responded. He thanked Alan. Although he did not understand these things, at least he still understood that his current situation was stronger than going directly to another world after he died.

Afterwards, Ayutthaya Buddha entered his body on the scroll according to the method Allen told him.

After carefully looking at the tree house in front of him for a moment, Aiwei Taylor Buddha pushed open the round gate that was almost green and flowed into the round, warmly furnished room. He looked at the surrounding decoration curiously. This is a low-roof room with a light earthy fragrance, like a tunnel-like tubular hall, and the surrounding walls are covered with wood panels. The floor is covered with tiles and carpets, and shiny tables and chairs are placed in the room. A lot of coat hooks are nailed around to receive the guests who come to visit. Through the round window, you can see the grass and dandelions swaying outside, as well as the scene in the office in the distance. Many places have bright and shiny copper ornaments, and there are many plants either hanging from the ceiling or placed on the windowsill.

All the rooms on both sides of the corridor are kept on the same level, the wooden door on the right is closed, and on the left you can hear the cooking inside. You glanced a few times and found that in this wine cellar, food storage room and kitchen are integrated. In the room, the copper lamp on the wall emits warm light, which looks warm and quiet. There are no people in the yellow and black chairs. It seems that this pub has only one guest. At this time, a kind and fat red Madam Hair looked at him gently behind the bar.

This is the owner of the tavern, Helga Hufflepuff, and she greeted the Utrecht Buddha friendly, "Welcome you knight, what do you want to eat? You came a little early, no one at this time Will come to the door. "

The red-haired knight who did n’t understand how to enter the portrait found the female shopkeeper saying a Welsh accent from his family ’s hometown: “I did n’t bring any money.” Then, he said conditionedly, and love Utrecht looked embarrassed, he remembered But he is penniless, where can he get money ...

Helga Hufflepuff looked at his red hair and facial features, and asked softly, "Will you sing poetry? If so, you can use singing to pay for food."

"Of course, everyone in my family will sing. Before me, my ancestors were court poets of Grand Duke Norman." The vulgar cheeks of Aiwu Taylor Buddha baptized with war showed nostalgia, and no war invaded, then How happy is the peaceful and quiet time.

Thinking of his career as a court poet before being a knight, Ai Uttera could not help but feel a little annoyed. It would be nice if he didn't do any daydreaming about being a knight.

"That's awesome." Helga turned his head and let Ayutler Fo find a place to sit down at random, and walked back to the kitchen. Ayur Tyler sat on the sofa obediently, thinking about himself Thoughts.

When Hufflepuff came out again, Ayutler Buddha casually glanced at the food she brought over, and this one made him stare blankly, the appearance of this food-the mixture of fruit and oatmeal, so familiar ...

He can't wait to pick up a small silver spoon and scoop a piece into the mouth. This taste ... He narrowed his eyes and carefully felt the familiar feeling on the bud, which is only known by his own family. pudding! Thinking of the wizard who seemed to have all his mind in front of him, he attributed it all to magic.

Iowa Taylor Buddha chewed bitterly ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The warm pudding slipped into the stomach. The familiar taste and familiar temperature seemed to heal the wounds caused by the war and death brought him His pain also eased his unlimited thoughts and attachment to his family.

After eating all the pudding, he lay half on the sofa motionless, and the beautiful scenes of getting along with the family in the past, one by one, crossed the corner of his mouth from her heart and could not help but upturned, he felt very warm, there was A warm, wrapped in happiness, this is the taste of home ...

For a long time, Ewu Taylor, who relaxed and seemed to be alive again, stood up: "Thank you for your hospitality, let me sing for you my favorite Irish folk song" In Memory ", this is my ancestral biography The traditional repertoire coming down, we will sing it at Christmas time. "

"Okay, okay," Hufflepuff flew a lute in the tavern to Ayur Taylor. "There was also a poet who left a lute with me when he left. Qin, you can use it. "

Aiwu Taylor embraced the piano and played a small piece of music. After tuning the piano, he squinted his head sideways, as if immersed in the beautiful memories, singing with affectionately: "You call The white smoke is slowly riding in the wind at this moment, disappearing one by one in the floating clouds in the sky ... "