Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 19 is about the fate (on)

the next morning. The medical room of the Northern Knights.

Bedyville woke up and found a girl is changing a bandage for herself. Her slender hands touched the wolf's chest.

"Ah!" Biddyville was shocked and almost jumped out of the bed, but the girl immediately held him in one hand.

"Don't move!" The girl stopped. Her beautiful face has a different beauty when she frowns, enough to captivate all male creatures in the world.

"But--" Bedieville blushes. Now he is naked on the upper body, always a little embarrassed.

The girl smiled, her beautiful face burst into a more fascinating radiance in this smile, and the two faintly visible dimples swayed with her white complexion, enough to make any man in the world fascinated.

When she saw that Biddeville finally [cooled down], she smiled and said softly: "The wounded are lying here. I really don't understand why the wooden knight took you out of the medical room. The wound would have to lie down again. Month. Do you see that the wound is not cracked?"

"Wood-?" thought of the original Arthur, the werewolf teenager could not help but feel funny. This is just the right thing to say.

"I, my injury is no longer a problem, so--" Bedieville's face was blushing, and even if the wound was torn in his panic, he wouldn't care so much. He deliberately pushed the therapist's hand: "Can you stay away from me?"

I didn't expect this to have the opposite effect. The therapist understood the thoughts of the werewolf boy and laughed like a mischief: "Shy? It really is a child, it's so cute. It won't be. What is going on?" ?"

"No, no, how come." Bettiville's face was redder.

What a lovely girl, just as beautiful as a doll. In her beautiful green eyes, there is a breath of unruly like a wild horse. Her slender fingers moved dexterously, as if to intentionally tease the body of the werewolf teenager.

not good! Then again -

"Oh, the little boy of the little hairy child is standing up." The girl said with a voice.

"I'm sorry," Bettiville apologized, and he couldn't wait to find a hole in the hole.

"I have to treat hundreds of wounded soldiers in the Knights every day. You are not the first one, child." The girl smiled slyly. She is not used to this kind of thing. "Imagine this as a right thing." A compliment of my charm. But if you look again - the color looks like it to me,"

She lifted the tool scissors for bandages: "You won't be able to use this [praise] in the future."

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The werewolf teenager felt an invisible soreness in the lower body. He turned his gaze away in horror. "Know, you know, miss. Yes, sorry!"

The girl chuckled, and then put down the scissors in his hand: "Not [Miss], Greenville."

A voice added: "And it is the daughter of the head of the Knights of the Northern Heavens. You must be impatient to live this little boy, dare to fight the idea of ​​the Knight of the Knights?"

Greenville turned around and turned out to be the Knight Arthur. The knight's original coarse cloth has been replaced with a silver light armor, and the white and silver snow medal reflects the cold glory on his chest.

Sure enough, people still rely on clothing. Looking at Arthur like this, Greenville changed the little, rude, and stupid teenager. He may be a bit handsome, although he is still a little dwarf.

"I don't know if you still have a sense of humor?" In order to hide his shame, Greenville asked.

"Do I have it?" Arthur shrugged and thought about it. He didn't figure out which part of what he said was a sense of humor.

"Hey--" Greenville gave a chuckle, and the voice was like a silver bell. What made her really laugh was the straight expression of Knight Arthur’s serious thoughts.

When she smiled, her face added a bit of a fox-like shackle—a glimpse of the shackles of her father, the Duke of Lyons, and it was said that his father must have his daughter.

After chatting a few words, Greenville was not free, she did a ceremonial, and ceremonially took the Cavaliers' servant [please] out: "Bring your servant back. Since you care about a small servant, You should personally help him change the bandage instead of making him ugly in front of the woman."

"Follow, my dear lady." Arthur took a serious gift and pulled up one arm of Bediville (with half of the bandage removed).

"I will go by myself!" The werewolf teenager protested and got up from the bed.

The etiquette of human beings made him dismissive. In his eyes, this pair of men and women is just flirting. The wording between them makes the werewolf teenagers add nausea.

Bediville did not know that in the eyes of Arthur, this beautiful green goddess like the goddess is just an ordinary mortal.

What Arthur saw in his eyes was a dark, monotonous world:

No love, no goodness; no hope, no dreams.

I don’t know [Happy] what the silver knight of Arthur d.

I can never understand the charm of the goddesses.