[You still remember that the time you and Artolis agreed on was noon, not now. ]
[According to common sense, he should not be here now. ]
[This behavior of waiting in advance makes you realize that he cares about this meeting. ]
[However, you did not believe this conclusion immediately, but observed it secretly for a while. ]
Artolis was waiting at the door of the hotel.
Judging from the appearance, he must have washed up specially and put on a set of clothes that looked much better than yesterday.
There was a small cloth bag tied around his waist, which was filled with gold coins from selling the apples.
Artolis's hair was tied into a small ball on the back of his head, which made him look energetic.
To be honest, if he hadn't touched it himself, Ian was sure that he would have mistaken him for a girl from some village.
After all, Artolis's appearance is too delicate.
Although he was waiting patiently, Artolis did not show any impatience.
On the contrary, he seemed to be in a good mood.
Occasionally, a few children would pass by and call him sister innocently, but he would just touch their heads and laugh it off.
[You secretly observed for half an hour and confirmed that there was indeed nothing wrong with Artolis. ]
[You walked out of the darkness pretending that nothing happened. ]
[When we first met, you expressed your praise for Artolis's early arrival. ]
"Artolis, it's too early for you."
Ian walked up to him.
"I remember I agreed it would be at noon, and you're already waiting here."
"Because it's just downstairs of the residence." Artolis explained, "We can't let you who are farther away arrive first, and I who are closer appear later."
"That's so rude."
"Besides -"
Atoli smiled at Ian, like a small white flower blooming in the wilderness.
"Mr. Ian, didn't you also come here in advance?"
When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back into you.
Ian really couldn't say anything more about Artolis's reason.
"Well, at least for now, we seem to be the same kind of people."
"But isn't it not a good time to eat at this time? Although I know you can eat for a long time, it would be a bit torture for me to watch you eat for a whole day."
Ian had no intention of actually making Artolis pay.
After all, if calculated based on the amount of food he had yesterday, the few gold coins he got from selling the apples would not be enough.
Artoris's face suddenly turned red when he was poked at the painful spot.
He began to defend himself:
"That's not the case. I...had no intention of letting Mr. Ian and I eat delicious food for a day."
"I think..."
Seeing Artoris' hesitant look, Ian crossed his arms and looked very broad.
"There's no need to be secretive. If you have anything to say, just say it."
"I came here as promised, you don't think I would mind anything else, do you?"
"That–"
Artolis looked around.
All this seemed quite new to him.
"Mr. Ian, could you please show me around the city?"
"..."
Ian's silence made Artoris suddenly nervous.
"Is it... a difficult thing? If that's the case, please allow me to apologize for my rudeness."
"Far from troublesome."
Ian reached out his hand and rubbed Artolis' head.
"Rather, I didn't expect you to make such a simple request."
"Wouldn't it be okay if you had said it earlier?"
"This--"
Artolis's eyes shone with gratitude.
"Well, that's up to you!"
[According to Artoris's request, you took him to wander around the city. ]
[Because his face is too delicate, and today's dress is suitable for both men and women. ]
[Someone soon noticed you and him. ]
[The royal capital, far away from the frontline war, lacks some interesting topics. You and Artolis quickly became the focus of attention. ]
"Oh my god, has that knight who has been serving the Queen finally come to his senses?"
"What is this guy's background? There are so many girls who want to talk to Captain Ian alone, but he doesn't pay attention to them. Now he is willing to take care of one of them?"
"Who knows? But Captain Ian really doesn't look old. I feel that even if the two of them walk together, there will be no sense of violation at all."
There were more and more strange discussions.
Artolis's expression looked awkward and uneasy - he probably didn't expect that such a simple request of his would actually cause such a heated discussion.
He began to realize that the knight next to him who was touching his head was far more respected than he imagined.
Ian's reaction was just the opposite.
He calmly reassured Artolis at first: "It's okay, don't take it seriously."
Then under his gaze, he pulled out the long sword from his waist and raised it to the sky.
The brilliance of the sun shines on the long sword, reflecting the silver-white blade into pure highlights.
Any normal person knows what Ian's action of drawing the sword symbolizes - "If anyone talks about such boring things from now on, don't blame yourself for doing it on the spot."
The street suddenly became quiet.
Everyone knows that Ian is a good guy, but once the good guy breaks out, it will be very scary.
No one dared to test Ian's bottom line.
In this temporary peace, Ian said to Artolis beside him:
"Let's go, they don't dare to say anything more."
"okay."
[You don't know why you are doing this. ]
[You just thought you should draw your sword like a knight, so you actually drew your sword. ]
[But as far as the results are concerned, you don't feel that bad. ]
[You took Artolis shopping for a long time. ]
[Although it was him who invited you on the surface, you were the one who actually gave the money in the end. ]
[Artolis is holding more and more things. ]
[The way he looked at you also changed slightly. ]
"Okay?"
Ian, who was walking in front, turned back and looked at Artolis who was following behind him.
"Is there anything else you want?"
"No more!" Artolis shook his head quickly.
His hands were already full of things Ian had bought.
"Mr. Ian, this is too much!"
"It doesn't matter, it won't cost much." Ian replied lightly.
"It's you, is there anything else you want to do?"
"What do you want to do—?"
Artolis looked at the city wall not far away.
Although times have changed, it still guards the royal capital in the most unpretentious way.
"Mr. Ian."
"If possible, could you let me go up there and have a look?"
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