Chapter 322 The Weeping Son Reflected in the Water

Autumn is here, and the scenery in the Emerald Forest has changed dramatically.

Most of the trees are still evergreen and verdant, but some areas have turned orange and beautiful.

Large swathes of pale yellow and crimson leaves cover the corners of the forest, drenching the world and making people feel a kind of natural beauty.

Roland Hill was wearing a black and white dress, walking in the forest full of fallen leaves, followed by another girl of the same height behind her.

The two walked in tandem, and Roland Hill occasionally stopped to wait for the girl behind him, watching her step by step towards him, then smiled and nodded, expressing encouragement.

After walking in the woods for a while, the two stopped and sat on a larger clean stone.

"Tiffany, do you feel better?" Lorraine Hill asked the girl beside him.

"It's a little better, thank you Lorraine." The blond elf girl was very weak, and even spoke very lightly.

Among the six elves who fought against Roland Hill that day, Tiffany was one of the chants wearing a bright yellow dress.

This elf girl, although young, has a very good talent, so she was chosen by conservatives to be possessed by the goblin to cooperate with the magic.

But this kind of secret technique, which was promoted by removing the seedlings, also ushered in a great backlash after it was broken. Three of the elves were schizophrenic on the spot, and the others also suffered a huge mental shock, confusion, and some even lost their self-awareness. , unable to distinguish others from oneself.

And Tiffany, although not schizophrenic, is in poor condition, and coupled with the defeat of the conservatives, the underage elf girl almost died in prison.

Fortunately, Roland Hill recognized the girl, and in the duel, Tiffany also hoped that Roland Hill would give up many times, so as to save her life.

In view of this, Roland Hill finally decided to lend a helping hand to the child he knew.

The physical treatment is not difficult, but the mental pain is very tormenting. After this accident, it is impossible for Tiffany to advance to Sequence 5 in the future. At most, Sequence 4 is the limit.

Her spirit has also become extra sensitive, and she will be extraordinarily frightened when going to a crowded place, and she will not be able to fall asleep if she is a little noisy. Looking at this state, Roland Hill is also very distressed, so she also took her for a walk during this time. And try to treat this girl in various ways.

If it can be cured, it will also be a great improvement in soul consciousness. Roland Hill has a hunch that this technique will be useful in many places.

"Does your head still hurt today?" Roland Hill tapped Tiffany's forehead with her fingers, feeling her condition.

"It's still a little bit, like a bee struggling in my head, I can't calm down." Tiffany closed her eyes and spread her body on the stone behind her. The gorgeous light yellow dress spread out like a butterfly.

"It's very uncomfortable, Tiffany, if you persist a little bit, it will slowly get better." Roland Hill looked at the girl who was involved in the struggle between the two factions, feeling the impermanence of life.

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Weeping Moon Corolla, old maple mansion.

This was originally the residence of an elven noble, but as the family members passed away one by one, the last generation of masters handed over this mansion to the elven royal family before they died.

Now this is the son of the griffin, the residence of Jalan, he is arranged here by the elves, and needs to transcribe the poems of the elves every day, and then hand it over to the flower crown, the fairy hut by the lake.

The goblins will sing the poems they have sent, and when the goblins finish singing, Jerain's day's work is not over.

Although it is not difficult, at least 4 hours a day should be spent on this matter, and every day, the elf clan's inspector will be accompanied to ensure that the eldest son of the griffin is sincerely repenting.

In the first few days, Jerain felt very uncomfortable. He is not the kind of poet who likes to be sentimental. He picked up the pen and wrote it every day, which made him feel a little shameful.

After all, I am also the nominal heir of the Western Territory. Although I thought so in my heart, I didn’t feel angry or angry. After a few days, I gradually got used to it.

Another morning.

After washing, the descendant Jerain wore a white shirt and came to his study. The study here is surrounded by trees and fallen leaves by the window on the first floor. When he is copying, he can occasionally look at the scenery outside, but it will not be boring. .

Skillfully took down the booklet of poetry collection, opened the part to be copied today, filled up the ink with the copper pen, and began to write.

Out of pride, when Jerain wrote, he didn't think about scribbles, but tried his best to make the handwriting look neat.

Although he is not a calligrapher, the good education he received since he was a child also makes the handwriting look a bit beautiful.

On the white paper, the copper nib rubbed and made a subtle sound, and then the jet-black ink flowed down and dipped into the paper, forming clear black and white handwriting.

Birds flew over the woods in the morning, some landed on the roof, and made a slight sound as they stepped on it, chirping from time to time, and on the lake in the distance, the faint chirping of swans was heard.

Time passed without knowing it.

When Jielan looked up again, it was almost noon. Looking at the Shiyao pages that were piled two fingers thick, Jielan put down his pen and moved his body.

Today's task is also considered completed.

It's strange that I've become accustomed to this kind of life without knowing it, it's only been less than a month.

After walking out of the house, the two great knights guarding the door greeted Jerain. He simply nodded in response, and then took a walk in the shade of fallen leaves outside the house.

Here is the crescent moon,

An elf flower crown with a small population, because it is close to the Tear Moon Lake in the center of the Emerald Garden, only a small number of elves are allowed to live here, and more often it is used as a residence for envoys visiting the Palace of the Emerald Moon.

In the past, the empire has always sent people to live here, and it is very convenient to reach the Palace of the Green Moon where the Elf Queen lives by crossing the Tears Moon Lake.

For the sake of safety, this Corolla is also home to legions of forest elves, and the headquarters of the most elite Knights of the Green Rose is here.

Looking beyond the shade of tall trees, Jerain looked at the incomparably blue lake in the east, and the incomparably beautiful palace in the distance showed its outline. Occasionally, the fairy dragon could be seen flying over the palace. These special dragons in the forest, She protects elves and fairies and is their trusted ally.

Although it had been almost three months since he came to the Emerald Forest, Jerain had never had the chance to see the elf queen, and at most had a few glances in the hall of the holy tree from a distance.

The marriage mentioned earlier seems to have completely failed.

Feeling his own failure, Jerain walked slowly on the fallen leaves, looking at the scenery in the forest with his hands behind his back.

For this marriage, he had no hope at all, so he had nothing to lose, just thinking that when this time is over and he goes back a year later, it is estimated that the situation in the family has changed a lot.

The father had already decided to abandon him in the cold, and the two younger brothers had grown up, and they would gradually oppose him under the guidance of his father to suppress his influence as the eldest son.

Selecting a big tree, Jerain leaned against the tree, rested his head with his hands, looked at the blue sky, slowly closed his eyes, and enjoyed the rare tranquility. Seeing this, the two great knights who followed in the distance also stopped and stayed in the distance, not to disturb the adult's rest.

The wind blew slightly, and the grass at the foot also swayed, brushing the body lying in the grass, the bright eyes made people fall asleep, and a comfortable feeling of comfort spread from the limbs.

That's it, this trip to the forest doesn't seem to be bad.

Jerain thought so, and slowly fell asleep.

The wind is still blowing constantly, the sun in the sky is slowly turning, and at noon, the birds' chirping is also much calmer.

It was as if he had a long dream, and when Jerain woke up, he was even a little nostalgic.

In the afternoon, Gerain, followed by several white lion knights, came to the fairy hut by the lake.

These light and cheerful beings are playing with birds in the lake. Most of them are less than one meter tall, like shrunken elves, with translucent wings.

"The big man is here." A goblin greeted his companions.

"Yeah, it's him again, so annoying~" The blue goblin shook her head, looking like she didn't want to see her.

"Sister Queen said that she wanted us to sing with his script, and she agreed." Another fairy with light pink wings discouraged.

"Okay, okay, just buy Sister Aigenweila's face."

Reluctantly, several goblins flew over together, and then landed on a large tree stump, so that they could overlook the group of Jellan who came.

"Give it to us, sons of men."

The green-winged goblin sat on the tree stump, with its legs crossed, posing arrogantly, but its slender and small figure made it more cute for others to see.

"Please sing your goblin friends." Jerain handed over the copied manuscript as usual.

"Hmph, let me see which song is today?" Said, the green-winged fairy turned the page.

"You've already copied the song "The Boy Reflected in the Water, the Weeping Son under the Moon"."

In the sound of feeling, each of the fairies picked up a piece of paper, and then you passed it around. They didn't seem to care about the order, and they were very random.

Before long, the pages fell from the sky, and the goblins, holding hands, gathered in small circles and sang in the twilight of the approaching night.

"The Never Seen Figure"

"Forgotten Promise"

"The Garden That Never Came To"

...

"Youth Walk in the Darkness"

"He was hunted by wolves"

"He was cut by thorns"

"He grieves for being weak"

...

"Lake in the Forest"

"Bright Moonlight"

"The rippling water light"

...

"The boy stopped by the lake"

"He fell on his knees for hunger and thirst"

"He was soaked in blood and sweat"

"He howled and howled for himself"

...

"Teen Crying for Himself"

"Shadows in the Lake"

"Ugly and Moldy Lake"

...

"You, it's nothing more than that"

"Don't compare with the bright moon"

"Hide under the dark tree"

"There is a place to rest"

...

"The boy sinks into the lake"

"A black figure rises from the lake"

"I am you"

"He laughed at the boy in the lake"

...

"There is another black wolf in the forest"

"He never looked in the mirror"

"Never look at the moon in the water"

"Because he no longer has a hometown"

"Never look back"

...

"Lake in the Forest"

"Lake That Never Goes Again"

"Black Wolf under the Moon"

"Lonely Black Wolf"

"The Boy in the Water"

"Dead Boy"

"Forever Forgotten Hometown"

In the swaying forest of fireflies, Jalan sat cross-legged under the tree, quietly watching the goblin dancing in the night and the ancient song sung.

In that song, he seemed to see a distant scene. A young man was trudging hard in the forest. He covered his arms, and the sound of wolf howling came from behind him from time to time.

The forest was covered with bushes and thorns, which tripped and cut him, covered in dust and mud and blood.

In the end, the young man knelt down by the lake, the brilliant full moon reflected on the lake, and he saw himself in the water.

So disappointing.

He can no longer be what he expected to be in the past.

Weak tears fell into the lake, disgusting, and so ugly.

He reached into the water and struck, trying to crush the disappointing ugliness.

Then he also sank into the water and merged with that ugly appearance.

I am you, this is what you look like, the shadow said so, he stood up from the lake, and he no longer looked like a teenager.

Unable to go back to the past, he could only forget the appearance of his hometown, and the black wolf walked alone into the dark night.

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"His Royal Highness Jerain."

Jerain was awakened by a shake and questioning, and by the time he opened his eyes, it was already late at night.

The goblin has long since disappeared, and there are insects all around, the stars in the sky are bright, and the cold lake surface is slightly rippling in the night wind.

"Your Highness, after listening to the fairy's Shi Yao, you slept for a long time." Several white lion knights whispered, explaining why the adult's sleep was disturbed.

"Well, I see."

Jerain stood up without blaming or telling what he had dreamed about.

He slowly came to the lake and put his hand into the water.

It was already an autumn night, and the lake water was cold and icy.

The eldest son of the Griffin quietly looked at himself in the lake. After a long time, he stood up again and turned to leave.

The night was quiet, and the light of the torches shone on the path in the woods. Several knights and elf inspectors walked quietly behind them, following the son of the griffin back.

When he came to the flower crown, he turned back again and looked at the lake that was no longer visible under the night.

"How many fairies are there in the forest, are there only those by the lake?" the eldest son of the Griffin asked suddenly.

After a little thought, the elf inspector who followed replied: "There are about 300-400, and now they are scattered everywhere."

"Can I visit the goblins separately, I mean, to hear the songs that the different goblins sing?"

"Yes, but we need to accompany you, and you cannot leave the Emerald Court."

"I see." After getting a satisfactory answer, Jerain walked into the house.

Perhaps, the next year will not be a boring life.

And it's time to redefine itself.

Son of Griffin, son of Griffin, apart from this identity, what else can I be, I am really looking forward to it.