dhibooks Chapter 23 Bishop, Hello
Chapter 23 Bishop, Hello
In this way, the energetic protagonist settled down in the cabin of Bartholomew and Noyce.
So with the following routine.
scene one
Bartholomew was going hunting.
Clemens; "Bartholomew, I'll go with you."
Bartholomew; "Your leg is hurt, you'd better stay at home. Is there anything you want to eat?"
Clemens: "Alright then." With an aggrieved face. "Well, then Black Kiss the Pig."
Satisfied with touching the boy's head, Bartholomew looked upright on the outside and had a wretched face on the inside; "Okay. I will pay attention to the black-kissed pig."
Noyce practiced magic silently,
Boom, the tree exploded.
Bartholomew, Clemens terrified face.
Noyce's face was paralyzed.
Scene two
Clemens opened his wet dog eyes; "Noyce."
Noyce was expressionless; "?"
Clemens continued his efforts; "Noyce, do you not like me?"
Noyce's late face; "No."
Clemens launched an attack on Bartholomew's lore in a soft, childlike voice; "Then you have a laugh~"
Noyce continued to be expressionless; "..."
Clemens' eyes became more moist; "You still don't like me."
Bartholomew in the distance glanced curiously.
Noyce tried to squeeze out a gentle face; "No."
Clemens snorted coyly; "Well, then you have to promise me one thing."
No date!No date!We do not date!
Ahem, under Bartholomew's interested eyes from a distance, Noyce; "Say."
Clemens looked excited for a moment, and shouted back at the top of his voice; "Bartholomew, Noyce thinks my healing magic is too bad, can you teach me?"
Noyce silently activated the "healing technique".
The rock next to Clemens' ass exploded.
Clemens' horrified face.
Noyce continued to pretend to be paralyzed; "My healing magic is also poor."
Scene three
Noyce carried the carcass of a murderous Neapolitan bird.
Bulville combed calmly.
Noyce preps the bird and stuffs it with various spices.
Bulville glanced lightly.
Noyce put the bird on a branch and roasted it over a fire.
Boulville raised his eyes casually and continued to pay attention.
Noyce turns the soon-to-be-roasted bird and sprinkles it with seasoning.
Boulville silently narrowed the distance between the two.
Noyce took down the roasted bird and glanced at the wolf cub.
Boulville stood in front of Noyce with graceful steps.
Noyce spread a gentle smile and stretched out the branch.
Boulville tore off half of the meat in one gulp.
Noyce lightly stroked the fiery red fur of Bulville's bag.
Boulville, intoxicated by the delicacy, acquiesced.
The heart of Noyce who practiced superb cooking skills with his teacher.
Hee hee hee hee hee hee~ Yo West~
Outcast Clemens inside.
Grind teeth Grind teeth Grind teeth~
Scene four
Clemens jumped and swung his light-infused sword across the clearing.
Bartholomew's starry eyes; "Clemens, your swordsmanship is very good, have you studied it systematically before?"
Clemens shyly rubbed his nose and said, "Yes."
Bartholomew asked cautiously; "Can you teach me?"
Clemens was enthusiastic; "Yes, yes."
Bartholomew smiled gently and took the opportunity to touch his head; "Thank you."
Clemens blushes~
The world in the eyes of Noyce:
Clemens activates his skill on Bartholomew.
Bartholomew was hit critically.
Clemens unleashes a nirvana on Bartholomew.
Bartholomew over
Scene five
Recently, all kinds of uncomfortable technical geeks and interpersonal waste Noyce are practicing
咻
Bartholomew frowned and comforted, "Don't worry, Noyce."
Put your left hand on the boy's palm, "Feel the flow of the elements."
The blond hair drooped, and Noyce felt itchy.
Bartholomew's voice was as gentle as ever; "The bondage of wind released in this way is more perfect."
"kindness."
"Noyce, try again." Bartholomew patted the boy's still thin shoulder, and the atmosphere between the two was as harmonious as ever.
at this time.
"Bart! Bart! *(note) let's go mushroom picking!"
"Bulville! Bulville! Don't sleep, go!"
The voice of the baby-sounding young man was so loud that it made Neuss tremble.
So, on a rare occasion, Noyce decided that he would not be able to master Wind Bind for a while.
Scene six
Standing up, Bartholomew slowly put on his robe, planning to take a bath.
When he opened the door, he found Noyce and Clemens together, talking in a low voice.
The lush trees blocked Bartholomew's sight, making it impossible to see their specific expressions and movements.
After pondering for a while, Bartholomew's eyes suddenly shone obscenely.
Concerned about his own image, the obscene Guangbo was quickly withdrawn.
Let me just say, I thought these two people were weird.
Whoever attacks will suffer, and whoever goes up will go down.back-back or ride-ride
Cough, cough, stop, stop, Bartholomew shook his head.
Alas, no matter how it seems to be so popular, it is better for Noyce to be on top.He was not willing to kiss his little apprentice and be oppressed.
Should I provide friendly guidance? Noyce is young, will he suffer from kidney deficiency?
Do you want to make up for him in advance?
It's better to order his skills in advance.
Cough, cough, stop, stop, Bartholomew gave himself a wind blessing.
It had been a month since Clemens had moved in.
after dinner
Clemens, who had been running around alive and kicking for a long time, gave Noyce a wink mysteriously. Noyce understood, and by the way, he gave a cold
glance.
After brewing for a while, Noyce said, "Teacher."
"Huh?" Bartholomew turned his attention away from the book, and looked at Noyes suspiciously, but quickly realized that this is the couple's showdown, right?
It's only been a few days, so it's too fast, can't it be cut first and played later?
Bartholomew, who suddenly felt very worried, looked seriously at the person holding the wolf cub behind him.
Dissatisfied with the teacher's inattention, Noyce said, "Teacher, Clemens is leaving."
Bartholomew motioned to continue.
"So, I want to go to the mainland to practice with him."
Bartholomew was calm, I knew this a long time ago, sooner or later, what else?
Because of Bartholomew's calmness, he was even more dissatisfied, and he mustered up his courage; "Teacher, I want to go with you."
Our journey is the sea of stars, and we are all men who want to become kings of sex!
Noyce's eyes widened unconsciously, and the villain in his heart was about to roll around because of nervousness.
Teacher, let's go~go~go~.
Huh!It turned out that I didn't meet my parents.Tell me earlier, this matter.
Bartholomew, who still remembered maintaining his image, pretended to think about it.Then, in a very calm tone; "Noyce,
clemens. "
Noyce ←﹍←, Clemens (⊙o⊙)
"I belong to the Holy See. I originally came out to travel. The plan was to stay here temporarily. Later, I met Neuss and stayed here for so long."
Bartholomew put down the book and lowered his eyes slightly to observe the expressions of the two. "I think we can travel the continent together."
Originally, because he was also a time traveler, he had kept Noyce from the truth, and he already felt very guilty.I hope that Noyce will not be angry because he concealed the identity of the Holy See.
Noyce seemed a little surprised, but soon a warm smile appeared, and Bartholomew froze for a moment, seeing such a vivid expression rarely seen by teenagers.He stepped forward and hugged the blue-eyed young man gently, the warm light shone on his face, his golden pupils were like slowly flowing broken light, and he sighed slightly; "Teacher, thank you."
Bartholomew felt a little shy about his actions, as a cute teenager, it was too foul to be so warm!
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The chant is like a quiet lake, and the sunlight shakes gently through the stained glass with the innocent and pure singing.
In the gorgeous and empty cathedral, the young man was wearing a complicated religious robe, praying softly with downcast eyes.
At the end of the song, the holy light elements were put away, and he got up and let the elder priest carefully arrange his clothes. His light blue eyes were indifferent and peaceful, and he walked away.
The priest standing on the side lowered his eyes and chanted. The wind gently lifted the holy blond hair of the young priest standing on the side. His gaze quickly swept across the profile of the Son.
The Son of God did not squint, and walked slowly.
A corner of the garden where the Holy Son lived was covered with snow-white roses. The two teenagers hid behind the rose bushes, and their clear voices were like a chant in the morning with the fragrance of flowers.
"When I grow up, I want to travel to the mainland."
silence
"I want to see the vast forest, the endless desert, and the vast sea."
silence
"But I would most like to go with you."
Still silent.
The boy's blue pupils were like the perennially cold stream on the Ekas Mountains. He stood upright, his eyes sweeping over the priest who was fiddled with the petals.
"Why do you want to go?"
Standing up straight, the bright elements condensed on the fingertips of the young priest, drawing complex patterns, his smile was as bright as the thin clouds on the horizon dyed golden;
"The light guides me."
A distant bell rang.
Finally sunset.
The author has something to say:
Hee hee, do you want to know who the boy and the priest are?
Take your time, take it easy~
note
Bart is Bartholomew's nickname