He turned his attention back to the smiling evil swordsman. "I went shopping with Father Harrison in the town this morning and heard that the Truth Sect had been razed to the ground. It was really razed to the ground! All the houses were gone, and a lot of people died. It also included many people from the town who went to the midnight service. ah! Worship? Is it that group of men and women? What happened after last night? ﹞
"One question at a time..." shu complained with some frustration. Then he smiled again. "Perhaps that group of people were indeed performing their prayers, who knows. But you ask me what to do with this? You walked on the front foot, and I followed on the back foot. Still...haha! Do you think I, or Mesaga, can level such a large area? ﹞
Looking at the evil swordsman up and down, and then at the mage lying on the bed, moaning slightly in pain, Magenta shook her head.
"Isn't that right? ﹞Itsuki explained in a matter-of-fact manner. "Perhaps they have other enemies who happened to be doing things on the same day. ﹞
"By the way, what's wrong with Methagut?" ﹞
"A woman." ﹞shu shrugged and gave Magenta a push. "I always feel uncomfortable after a period of time, but this time it is more serious. Just stop asking. ﹞
﹝oh! ﹞Pinghong didn't pursue any further matters that he didn't know much about, ﹝Then I'll go out. ﹞After saying that, the rogues walked out of the door quickly. It moves quickly, but leaves no sound or trace behind. With a relaxed mood, shu admired the rogues's unintentional display of superb skills. There was a sneer on his mouth. "You underestimate us, dear rogues. ﹞
"Aisi..."
"Are you awake?" shu looked at the mage who could barely stand up. I just heard the mage complaining unhappily: "I haven't slept at all! How good of you, you just talked nonsense to me..." The end of being too excited was to fall on shu again holding his head.
"It's okay. Don't force yourself." shu gently caressed the mage who was leaning against him. "People are not suitable for doing things that are too much beyond their abilities."
"Ah~ I have a terrible headache..." Mesago complained, while moving his body and resting his pillow on shu's thigh. "Put aside your account with that stupid god first, and don't bother me again..."
He looked at the mage who was lying on his lap with his back resting on his belly, as docile as a kitten. "Mesago, don't you think it would be better to sleep in other positions?"
"You mind me, shut up." The mage turned his head and adjusted his posture. "This is your punishment for what you just said."
"No..." shu leaned against the wall, looked out the window, and whispered: "If you lie over there, I will be itchy..."
The footsteps of winter are fading away, and the Master has just barely been able to leave his bed, ending his more than ten days as a patient. Father Harrison was unable to diagnose the cause of the illness, and could only give the word "mental weakness." Even Magenta couldn't help but lament the troubles of being a woman, how a bad thing can last so long... It seems that shu laughed at him for being too naive for no reason.
The landscape painting was almost completed, and he was concentrating on revising it and performing the ritual of infusing his soul...According to what he said. Although it is said to be a ritual, in fact, in the eyes Magenta, it is just a slight increase in color or a change in shade.
The rogues, who was less burdened, also focused all his energy on his sister Shen Jing. Those who continue to be busy in and out every day have a deeper understanding of the word "submissiveness". Of course, it was inevitable to quarrel with the female knight who didn't get along with him, to play pranks when the mage couldn't move, to avoid being teased by shus, and to help Father Harrison and Shanshui with their work. Everything seems to be back to the unfettered country life when I was a child.
Suddenly, the female knight Shen Jing once again challenged shu, who was an evil swordsman. However, regular knights are completely unable to parry the Dragon Knight's skills, leaps and dive attacks, or they may be maladaptive due to lack of experience. As a result, it was a disastrous defeat, or it could be said that it was an instant defeat. The knight's self-esteem was once again mocked and hurt.
The deep scene in bed is as usual, and the condition continues to worsen in the dark. Father Harrison also shook his head until his neck was sore and stopped making any further remarks. She was irritable and had restrained herself a lot recently, but her expression as she looked out the window gloomily made people even more uneasy.
In the afternoon, warm sunlight shines into the chapel from the windows. The rogues had just made a delivery and made some money. He was sitting on the bench and hung his feet on the back of the chair in front of him. A complete set of Undefeated Warrior series equipment worth enough to buy an entire luxurious cathedral was casually thrown on a chair next to it, looking like worthless bargains.
The door of the church was pushed open, and Magenta knew from the footsteps that the people who came in were shu, Mesago, Father Harrison and the female knight Deep View. They were divided into two groups and they must have met on the road by chance. One group went to do some simple odd jobs; the other group went to the woods to find some wild herbs, and the female knight learned some knowledge about herbal medicines.
Just as he was about to say hello, there was a noise coming from the stairwell. "Oops!" The wooden door was pushed open hard, and mountains and rivers rushed into the chapel. "Great! Father, you're back. Hurry!"
Father Harrison, who was dragged away by the mountains and rivers as soon as he entered the door, guessed the general reason at the first time, and asked with a panicked look: "What happened to the deep scene?" As soon as he said this, he attracted everyone's attention. .
"She committed suicide by slitting her wrists!"
Magenta was the first to run up to the second floor, and the others immediately followed. There was a loud banging sound coming from the stairwell, which made people worry whether the wooden stairs could withstand a group of people stepping heavily on it to go up to the second floor. But no one cared about this at this time.
"Sister Shen Jing! Sister Shen Jing!" Magenta tightly held the wrist that was bleeding constantly, while shaking the unconscious person. Father Harrison didn't care about being polite. He pushed the magenta away and gave instructions: "Quick, bring the needles, threads, gauze, and bandages in the medicine box below, ah~ bring them all up! And water, the more the better. ."
The worried rogues couldn't stay away from Shen Jing's bedside. Except for Shan shui who was busy sorting things out, everyone else also found something they could do to help.
"What's going on? What did she use to cut her wrists?" While temporarily doing emergency treatment to stop the bleeding, she asked what happened. Shan shui hurriedly took out all the clean strips of cloth in his luggage and handed them to Father Harrison. "It seems that when I went out to change the water, I picked up the scraper used for oil painting and scratched my wrist."
"Really! How careless!"
"The things are here!" The people who went outside to get things also came back and handed them over to the priest in a panic. The originally leisurely afternoon of the group was spent in tension.
After working hard all afternoon, most people were so tired that they lay on the floor in the deep view room. The woman who committed suicide by cutting her wrists was finally rescued safely. Fortunately, she was discovered early and the amount of blood shed was not much, but the pale face in the background could not hide the fact that she was very weak. Magenta leaned against the bed, holding Shen Jing's intact right hand tightly, feeling the weak pulse from her hand. I kept hoping that this pulse would strengthen and continue forever.
shu sat leaning against the door and stared at the empty ceiling. He would rather fight a hundred assholes than save a friend. Because in terms of psychological burden, the two are completely disproportionate. Killing someone is much easier, but the effort required to save someone is definitely more than a hundred times greater.
The patient's eyes opened without anyone noticing. It seems that this is neither heaven nor hell. Both hands feel different from usual. The feeling in the left hand seems to have disappeared, and the right hand feels so heavy...
"Sister Shen Jing..."
The woman who was still alive pushed herself up and sat on the bed. The exhausted people also raised their heads to see the results of their afternoon.
The bandage on his left wrist was a little bright red. Although his consciousness was a little blurry, he also understood that he was not dead. "Why do you want to save me..."
"Sister Shen Jing..." Magenta tightly grasped the weak right hand in her palm.
"Why do you need to save me! Do you know that I am in pain! Why do you need to save me! Why don't you let me die!" The weak woman's face turned red, and she threw out everything she could get with her left hand. Pillows, stools, paint boxes, water basins, paintings and easels... The bandages on the wrists are increasingly wider and brighter in red.
Everyone stood up quickly to dodge the objects thrown at them. Especially Magenta, who was closest to the deep scene, he couldn't dodge every punch and palm. "Sister Shen Jing! Wait a moment! Sister Shen Jing! Wait a moment!"
Summoning the greatest courage in her life, Magenta jumped onto the bed and hugged Shen Jing tightly from behind. He buried his face in the excited woman's back and kept murmuring: "Sister Shen Jing...Sister Shen Jing..."
The woman who was hugged tightly realized how weak she was, and how strong the man holding her was. He couldn't break free from the arms that hugged him, and he couldn't bear to give up the warmth that came from him. Giving up the useless struggle, Shen Jing's body softened. But Magenta was still hugging her tightly.
Signaling the others to leave temporarily, shu walked at the end and gently closed the door. Shen Jing and Magenta were left in the room.
Time passed in silence, and Magenta didn't continue to murmur. He just hugged her and wouldn't let go. He hugged her tightly, as if he was afraid that the person in his arms would suddenly disappear from his eyes.
A strange feeling changed everything, and Magenta was confused by the sudden wetness on her hands. He slowly moved his head away from the back of the deep scene, and there were two strange water marks on the cheeks that were thinking about him.
"go out."
Carrying the half-finished painting, Shan shui stood in the corridor dumbfounded and closed the door behind him. What drove him out was something colder than any magic, more freezing than any possible low temperature, and that was the ruthless human heart. The cold wind came from the closed corridor, and Shan shui trembled all over. He felt sad for the cold sight he just saw, and felt sad for himself.
I walked downstairs, sat on a bench in the chapel, and looked at my paintings.
"Good morning, Shanshui. Why are you sitting here today? It's so rare." shu pulled the two ends of the towel hanging around his neck, walked out of the stairwell, and said good morning to the kind painter. But today the friendly painter looked a little unfriendly... "What's wrong?"
"Well~ I would have been kicked out..."
"Alas~" "Alas~" The two looked at each other and sighed at each other. The aftermath of yesterday's uproarious incident has also affected today.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta~" Magenta held the water basin and pushed the door open with her butt to enter the chapel. When she saw the two of them, she just said hello casually. I ran out to change the basin of water, and then stepped up to the second floor.
It wasn't until he saw Pinhong closing the door and going upstairs that Shan shui asked, "Where did his basin of water come from?"
"It seems that none of us are worthy enough to enter that door." shu Yi turned half-turned and looked at the closed wooden door, commenting on the possible reasons.
Their eyes met again. "Alas~" "Alas~"
"That's right! shu, what do you think of this painting?" Shan shui looked through his creations these days and looked forward to shu's evaluation.
"Hmm~ The color is good, the grass is green, the sky is blue. Hmm~ The scenery is good, shus are shus, and the mountains are mountains. Hmm~ It's pretty good, really, it's pretty good."
Facing shu's comment in a daze, he turned back to the painting, and couldn't help but sigh that what he was asking was inhumane. Shanshui sat on the bench and looked at his paintings all day long.
At dinner time, Pinhong had just brought Sister Shen Jing's special meal upstairs. Back at the table, those who could talk were already chatting while eating their dinner, while those who couldn't talk were concentrating on chewing their food slowly. There are only mountains and rivers, drinking warm potato soup and looking at my paintings.
Regarding the painter's confusion, Magenta couldn't help but take the initiative to care: "What's wrong? Is the painting finished?"
Shake his head. Magenta asked again: "The paint is gone? I will help you find the missing color."
Still shook his head. The troubled rogues, who liked to worry, scratched his messy hair and asked, "Then what's going on?"
Turn over the canvas framed by a wooden frame. After seeing it, the rogues's eyes lit up. "Isn't it done?" Others looking at the painting nodded in agreement.
"Hmm~ I think it's still a little bit lacking."
"What's missing?" the curious mage asked.
He looked at the painting he had turned over and saw Shan shui moving his hand over the painting. "Hmm~ I don't know." Frustrated, he leaned his chin on the upper edge of the easel. "I still have to see the real scene with my own eyes, so that I can know what is missing."
The puzzled rogues pointed upward. "Then why don't you just go into Sister Shenjing's room?"
He shook his head weakly. "I was just kicked out this morning."
"Maybe it's just right to stop like this. I think it's enough." The female knight commented irresponsibly. When Shan shui heard this, his eyes lit up. "What did you say!"
Facing the sudden surge of momentum in the landscape, the female knight was a little at a loss. "I...I mean I think that's enough."
"No! What was the previous sentence?" The painter in pursuit seemed to have caught a target, staring closely and refusing to let go easily. Shen Jing also couldn't bear the feeling of pressing and nailing people. "The previous sentence is that maybe it's just right to stop like this..."
He hides his face behind the canvas, puts his hands on the upper edge of the easel, and the landscape is silent. "Hmph..." Although the person was hiding behind the painting, everyone could still see his body twitching slightly, and the sound of his gentle laughter gradually became louder. "Hahahaha~"
Except for Shanshui, everyone looked at each other. Is the painter crazy?
The laughter stopped, Shan shui put away his smile, put the portrait aside, and looked back for the quill. Everyone watched as a fool at the dining table placed the painting on the floor, dipped his quill in ink, and signed his name and wrote the words "Endless of Deep View" in the corner of the painting. After signing, the frame is removed, and a beautiful landscape painting is spread out in front of the painter. "alright."
"What? Okay!" Magenta stood up first and shouted. He couldn't understand the painter's idea at all. Didn't he mean it wasn't finished yet? How come it only took a while to sign and say yes.
Throwing the completed canvas and other items on the ground, Shanshui happily returned to the dining table to enjoy a not-so-rich, but still delicious dinner. With something stuffed in his mouth, Shan shui pointed at the painting left behind with a spoon. "Binghong, give Tongxi to Nile."
"What?" the rogues yelled mischievously. Next to him, Mesago frowned. "Swallow it before you speak."
With a grunt, he swallowed the food down his throat. "I said, I'll leave that painting to you."
"No... haven't you finished the painting yet?" Magenta looked at the painter who was eating desperately in confusion.
Then he raised his face from the soup, with potato residue still stuck to the corners of his mouth. "It's not yet for me. Maybe it's just right for Shen Jing, that's why she doesn't want me to stay in her room anymore."
"What? This is fine!"
"Art is a sensual thing. I promised to paint this painting for the deep scene, and she is of course the main creator. She thinks it's done, do I need to add anything else? Snake feet! Snake feet!" waving a spoon , Shanshui felt redundant to his original thoughts.
"Ah, do you really want to stay?"
"I don't want to stay." Shan shui shook his head with a smile. "It's the painting that needs to be kept. It's for deep scenes. Let her decide how to deal with it. As for me, I'll leave at night. See if there's any moonscape on the road, or look forward to tomorrow's sunrise. "
"So fast!" Magenta shouted in surprise. Shanshui just responded with a smile. "I've rested here for a long enough time, and it's never too early to leave. I'll give Shen Jing back to you, and take good care of her."
"Really."
The painter, who was stared at by everyone, did not answer any more, but happily enjoyed the last supper in Yorkser Church. And everyone here has a different expression. The landscape came and went suddenly, leaving only a painting and a touching smile of the artist.