Chapter 65 A Loud Slap on a Date
But Seville has lost his memory, so let's forgive him.
When he remembers it, we can settle the accounts together.
They left the mess to the servants in the house and the two of them strolled along the street towards the church.
"This street is pretty, I like it here," said Darien.
"You said that, I remember. You like the streets here, so we bought a house facing the street, and there will be bright sunshine in every window when we open it." Seville's eyes were very gentle.
"Really?" Darien replied casually.
The street they walked on was paved with colorful cobblestones, alternating between emerald green, bright red and beige, forming a continuous pattern of flowers, with daisies blooming at their feet.
There is a river on the left side of the street. It was already evening when I went out. The clouds in the sky reflected a brilliant orange-red color. The sinking sun brought its last rays of light and sprinkled them on the sparkling river surface. The slightly blue river was faintly covered with a layer of silver scales.
As the sky gradually darkened, a soft orange-yellow light fell on the two of them. Their shadows became somewhat long, and as the full sun set, the two elongated figures gradually overlapped.
The wind gently blew Darien's hair, and an unprecedented sense of ease and comfort filled his heart.
This feeling was so good, so good that he wanted to indulge in it, so good that at this moment, he really wanted to hold Sewell's hand.
As if he knew what he was thinking, Seville reached out his hand and tried to hold his hand.
Darien pulled his hand away, but couldn't, so he turned and glared at him.
Sewell's profile looked a little smug, with a slight smile on his face. He turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"
Darien said, "Your hands are very unruly."
Sewell said, "Your heart tells me that you want us to hold hands."
Darien said, "Now what?"
Sewell said, "You wanted to whip me."
Darien said, "So what should you do now."
He meant for Sewell to let go quickly, otherwise he would really beat him.
Sewell said without hesitation: "Put your face closer."
Darien was shocked: "Let go."
With a slap, Seville was slapped in the face as he wished. Facing the surprised eyes of people on the street, he walked forward with the slap mark on his face as if nothing had happened.
The church was very close to their current home, and they walked at a leisurely pace, taking less than ten minutes to get there.
Darien and Sevier arrived late and the church was about to close. The nun smiled kindly and asked them to come earlier tomorrow.
Sewell also smiled and said, "We are very pious and hope to make a donation to the church after praying."
The nun changed her tone and said, "Although it is late today, your devout hearts can receive a response from the gods. Please come in."
Darien didn't care because the money here was fake and he didn't feel bad about spending it.
The nun brought them in. The interior of the church was a little dark at this time. The light coming through the stained glass windows was insufficient, and the colorful light and shadows falling on the floor were a little gray.
"This is a donation to the church. Please go back to the office and count it first." Seville's intention of sending the nun away was obvious.
"We need to be alone here to reminisce about our wedding," Darien said cheekily.
"Okay, okay, I'll be back in twenty minutes." The nun smiled and walked away.
Just leave the two of them there.
"Go ahead, take a look." Darien instructed Sevier bluntly.
Although there are few things in the church, they have to be put back if they are moved, unlike at home where someone will clean up if they are turned over.
Seville had no objection and began to turn over the altar.
There were candles and flowers on the altar, and the statue with a compassionate expression lowered its head and watched them rummage around under its nose, but found nothing.
"Nothing but flowers and candles?" Darien asked.
"There's also a confession letter in the box. Do you want to open it?" Sewell asked.
"No, it has nothing to do with our sweet and happy life." Darien replied, "Let's go back."
Darien pondered this short stretch on the way back.
He tried to understand the pursuer's thoughts.
Seren's suitor created such an illusion in order to court Seren. The necessary process of courtship is to go on a date, develop feelings after the date, propose and get married, and finally live happily together.
If they follow these steps, will they be able to get out?
But do I need to have real feelings? Do I need to develop feelings to escape this illusion?
The only thing he wasn't worried about was their physical safety. Before leaving, he asked Sewell to bring some enchanted tools, some that could rebound damage, some that could lock souls, some that could be immune to magical damage...
Darien walked and thought, and before he could figure it out, he had already walked into the house.
It's time for dinner.
His stomach cooperated and made a few gurgling sounds.
Now that things have come to this, let’s eat first.
They had not been out for long, no more than half an hour, when the servants had already cleaned up the room they had made a mess of and served a sumptuous dinner on the table.
Darien remembered that when they went to search the kitchen, meat and fish were stewing in the kitchen, and these two dishes should be on the table tonight.
The fish was made into fried fish fillets, the stew in the pot was goulash soup, and there was plenty of salad and soft bread.
There was also a whole roast chicken on the dining table, its belly stuffed with herbs and potatoes. The servant standing by the table cut open the chicken's belly with a knife, and the chicken juice and potatoes fell steaming onto the white plate.
Darien ate his soup in fits and starts; it was quite good, tasting much like Mrs. Fitch's cooking.
The cook in the kitchen was also fat and looked a bit like Mrs. Fitch but not the same.
Sewell was beside him, having finished his soup and was about to speak.
Because it was not appropriate for the servants to stay and listen, he asked them to leave. The servant who was cutting the roast chicken hesitated for a moment, then put down the half-cut chicken and walked out.
"Have you got any good ideas about how to get out?" he asked Darien.
"I have a rough idea. I think we should fall in love and get married." Darien casually scooped the soup with his spoon.
"I agree." Sewell nodded happily.
"I want some roast chicken wings and potatoes." Darien was not full yet and was too lazy to refute him.
Seville immediately stood up, scooped a spoonful of potatoes, then picked up a knife to cut off the chicken wings, carefully removed the chicken bones before putting them on Darien's plate.
Darien was very satisfied with his service. He finished the whole thing and even asked for another one.
Sewell smiled and picked another one for him.
The entire meal was served by Mr. Crow, and Darien finally felt satisfied with the amnesiac Sewell.
After dinner, Darien and Seville went into the study to plan tomorrow's schedule.
Darien thought that falling in love and getting married could be done in a day, and his diary was the best reference.
Although he didn't want to read the contents of the diary again, in order to succeed at once tomorrow, he endured the shame and studied the diary with Sewell.
According to the diary, their favorite date spot was Swan Lake, where they would go boating, have picnics on the grass, and even kiss...
Darien's face flushed with embarrassment, but he had to continue watching, actively suggesting in his mind that this was all fake, this was all fake...
Sewell watched with great interest, saying, "I remember this happened before. You weren't shy at all and insisted on doing it again. Your lips were so soft..."
Pop.
It was the sound of the diary being slammed shut by Darien.
Bang!
It was the sound of Sewell being slapped.
The air was quiet for a while, and then the sound of turning pages could be heard again.
After the sound of the pages stopped, Darien spoke again: "I told you to write. Our schedule for tomorrow is this: tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock, we will go boating on Swan Lake, read books, take a walk by the lake, and propose to me. At 11 o'clock in the morning, we will have lunch at the Berlen Restaurant. At 2 o'clock in the afternoon, we will go to the Gem Chamber of Commerce office to sign the property donation agreement for me..."
Sewell quickly took notes, and after he finished, he asked, "Anything else?"
Darien said, "After signing the gift agreement, we'll go buy wedding supplies and rent a church. It's too late for the wedding, so let's schedule it for the day after tomorrow. Do we have any relatives or friends? If so, let's invite them all."
Sewell said, "Your friends Hawkins, Lyon, and the Fitch couple..."
A series of familiar names came out of Seville's mouth. Darien was silent for a moment, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart again that this illusion really pays attention to details.
He said to Sewell, "Then send them an invitation."
Sewell hesitated and said, "But we're already married, and it would be a little strange to do that."
Darien waved his hand, "Just say we were very happy with our last wedding and wanted to experience it again."
Sewell smiled: "Okay."
After arranging the schedule, Darien took his diary and went back to his room to rest.
He went out with Seville and then came back in together. He turned his head when he heard the footsteps following him.
"Why are you following me?" Darien asked.
"This is also my bedroom." Sewell's expression was innocent.
"It's mine now. Go sleep in the study." Darien pushed him out.
"Okay." Sewell sighed, "Good night, sweet dreams."
"You too," Darien said.
After closing the door, Darien fell back on the bed with a tired look on his face, rubbed his face, and felt that this illusion was not dangerous at all, but a little embarrassing.
He also felt that his consciousness had been slightly affected, and sometimes he would subconsciously get close to Seville.
You can't stay here for too long, otherwise the impact will be more serious.
As Darien was thinking, he felt a little drowsy. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't heard his bedtime story yet...
When he woke up the next day, it was still early and everything around him was quiet.
Darien closed his eyes again, and when the sleepiness faded away, he sat up and pulled the bedside bell.
After a while, the bedroom door was pushed open and Seville came in.
"Why you?" Darien asked.
"Am I not your servant?" asked Sewell.
"Help me change my clothes." Darien didn't answer directly.
But his actions have acknowledged that he is.
After changing clothes and washing up, they went downstairs to have breakfast and then set off for Swan Lake.
The carriage could not go directly to the lake, so they got off and walked a short distance.
Darien got out of the car first, but he didn't know which direction to go, so he waited for Sewell to get out and lead the way.
Sewell was carrying a picnic basket with a small meal and two books in it.
"Which way?" Darien asked him.
"Come with me, it's this way," said Sewell.
Following Seville, Darien climbed a small slope and looked down at Swan Lake.
The lake is neither too big nor too small, and you can see the edge at a glance, but it is still a bit difficult to row across.
This is not a deserted wilderness. Some people have spread out picnic blankets nearby and are sitting on them reading. There are also a few small boats floating in the lake.
The boats here are rented for a fee, and it costs 5 silver coins to rent a small boat. Seville walked quickly, paid the money and rented a boat.
Darien stepped on it. The boat was narrow and shallow, and the water was buoyant. He pushed the boat down with one step, and the waves pushed the boat left and right.
Seville consciously reached out to support him, allowing him to stand steadily and sit down on the boat.
Darien sat down firmly, and Sewell put away the picnic basket before coming down. The boat rental man at the table untied the hemp rope, and they could start rowing.
Sewell rolled up his sleeves and began rowing towards the center of the lake.
Far away from the crowd, on such a tranquil lake like a blue gem, it is really suitable to say some things that we cannot say when we are surrounded by a crowd.
Darien looked to the side, next to the lake was the green grassy shore, and looking forward, he saw Sewell's face.
As long as you don't turn your face away, you will always have that person in your eyes.
The space here is obviously very vast, but the two people's vision is confined to a small boat and there is nowhere to escape.
"What a nice weather today." Sewell said suddenly.
"Yes, it's a nice sunny day today." Darien replied.
They had already agreed last night that they would re-enact those scenes today, so they would have to repeat what was written in the diary.
"Those swans are very beautiful, and they travel in pairs," said Sewell again.
"Yeah, us too," Darien said dryly.
The boat rowed to the center of the lake and then back. Darien was particularly glad that the diary did not record everything in detail. He now had an urge to jump into the lake.
"Come on, let's go. We'll have a picnic next." Darien said without even turning his head.
He stumbled a bit as he walked toward the shore.
Sewell hurried to follow.
They found a random spot by the lake, spread out the picnic blanket, put out the simple meal, and took out the books.
Darien wasn't particularly hungry, but he took a bite of the small sandwich filled with foie gras.
Sewell picked up the book and pretended to flip through it, but he was actually looking at Darien.
Darien nibbled on it, reciting his lines: "This sandwich tastes delicious. Do you remember what I like to eat?"
Sewell said, "I remember everything you like. I saw a beautiful poem and I want you to read it with me."
He leaned in closer, and Darien's eyes looked over.
Inside the pages was a glittering ring.
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