Chapter 1

On September 1, 7993, Pavel left his bed and walked out of the house for the first time with the help of the maid, Sylvia.

The knife wound has almost healed, but the chest pain is still faint

The original dagger pierced the lungs and blood vessels, which made Fowles bleed a lot of blood in vain. In addition, he had difficulty breathing, had a long-term fever, and there were toxin residues in the wound. He was able to survive the dangerous period and regain consciousness. Even the herdsmen of the soul doctor praised it repeatedly, calling it a miracle.

However, apart from dressing up the wound, he could only praise this. The shepherd is the lowest level believer of the gods. Although they believe in gods, they have not received any response from the gods. Therefore, a priest's divinity can not be used and can only do bandaging work.

Through the door, you can see a courtyard of only 60 or 70 Ping. On the left side of the courtyard is a green vegetable garden. At the corner of the middle corridor, there is a small fountain pool. On the right side, there is a shelf full of grapes. In the middle of the vineyard, there is a small cellar.

Looking back at the room, it was a small three story building, each floor area was not small, nor was it small. The total number of rooms was 20 or 30, and the outer wall of the room was covered with green vines.

Although the whole courtyard pattern is small, it is also full of vitality and makes people linger.

All this indicates that Fowles's life is not bad, even Maybe a little aristocrat.

Although the house is not big, it is not a castle. In the villa, it is low-grade, and it is not for ordinary people to have.

What's more, the pool in the middle of the road shining with rainbow colors in the sun, and the vibrant vineyard on the right side of the courtyard.

They are not aristocrats. They don't need to make wine to be elegant. The tools, labor, materials and thoughts needed for wine making are not affordable for ordinary people.

And even ordinary nobles, I'm afraid, can't take A magic fountain built with constancy.

The power of magic, the power of God, is always beyond the conventional existence, more rare and noble than the secular blood.

Fowles gently took a breath. The fresh vegetables, the moist fountains and the fragrance of grapes were wrapped in a slightly astringent sea breeze and sent into his chest cavity, which dispelled the depression of bending over the hospital bed for half a month.

This kind of The sense of freshness is really something that technology can't replicate. Even those top-level air circulation systems that have been filtered by dozens of processes and infiltrated into the fragrance with absolute precision cannot be compared with it.

Those things are full of the taste of axe and chisel from beginning to end, how can they reach the natural purity in front of you!

Fowles half raised his head, deeply intoxicated in the trade wind filled with sweet flowers and fruits.

The trade wind is blowing. In the distant sky, a few white seabirds are flying and playing. Everything around is so quiet and leisurely

Just at this moment, a loud bell suddenly rang out and spread all over the city, as if knowing that Fowles was out of the house at this moment and was deliberately cooperating with his actions.

It's just the same principle as the water fountain in the center of the garden.

Space condenses here, and time stops. At this moment, no one knows how this young man who looks up to listen to the bell will change the land, the ocean, the space, no, the crystal wall system

At the same time, the maid, svetti, looked at the direction of the sound, and began to pray in silence. This is the daily prayer of the port city. She prayed to the God of the sea for the protection of osern, prayed for good weather and good harvest for the fishermen.

However, before half of the prayer, sylvesty's face turned red.

This is the daughter of an ordinary fisherman. She can't be said to be very beautiful, but it's better than fresh and natural. Just like the air in this port city, it can't be said that it is more suitable for human body than synthetic air, but it has a freshness that synthetic air does not have!

Especially when she closed her eyes and prayed, her pretty face was full of piety, which was very holy and flawless. With her upright breast, she was full of more and more because of her non obscene temperament

It's really full! Fowles rubbed his elbows up and down his plump chest several times, and then enjoyed the girl's trembling body, red face and disordered breath.

However, she did not open her eyelashes like a small brush. She insisted on praying until the end. She opened her blue eyes and tried to condemn the employers who dared to sexually harass themselves in the holy moment.

But before she was born, the young employer, whose elbows were still on her chest, suddenly coughed violently, and at the same time, he bent over: "good What a pain! It's too hard to breathe

In theory, Fowles's injury is in the lung lobe. If he gasps hard, he may trigger the wound and cause cough Only in theory, of course.

However, the girl, who was not involved in the world, didn't know about the employer's dispute. At the moment, she held the other side in a panic: "the herdsman said that if you don't have the magic therapy, you can't breathe in three months, and you can't do strenuous exercise in one year. You'd better go back to the house..."错误代码（54003）：不可预知的错误。