Two years
A few days later, Inger had breakfast and Alex went out to a meeting.
During this time, Ola came to see him again, but during this time, Alex did not come back.
Ola looked at him for a long time, not knowing how to start the conversation, so he stood at the window, smoked a cigarette, and asked, "Do you mind?"
Inger was about to say that it was bad for the body, but when he saw the shadow in Ola's eyes, he stopped talking and shook his head.
Ola held the cigarette in his mouth. The lighter lit up, and a small flame jumped out of the cigarette tail, which went out, leaving behind a red burning star.
The smoke in this world is very similar to the products of his original world, and of course it is not good for the body.
But he could understand that people who worked non-stop for months needed it.
Ola pursed her lips at his actions.
She looked out the window and thought about the night she took Alex for a walk in the garden.
Seeing that Alex was reluctant to talk, she said to him, "There is definitely more to you than just those painful memories. Do you still remember? Do you want to tell me about it? I want to hear your story."
She had never thought about this before.
But she discovered that their bond was deeper than she had imagined.
Just like she and Christine have all kinds of memories.
Inger is different to Alex.
She had never seen Alex look so distressed.
She had never seen Alex look so happy before.
Alex took a long time to sort it out.
But he still spoke slowly.
He has always been a frank person.
It is not his nature to run away, and he will also accept the hand extended by those who are eager to help him.
When he told her every detail of their past, the smile on his face was real and full of vitality, that of an ordinary person without the dazzling golden glow.
For the first time, Ola knew
In front of Inger, Alex is not a perfect prince.
He is a willful, playful, noisy, cheerful, and coquettish guy who acts like a big golden retriever.
Alex knew that Inger liked to eat light food, not because he had a bad stomach, but because he liked it.
Inger prefers sour to sweet and hates bitter things.
Alex remembered that Inger said that he didn't dislike sour or sweet, but if he had to choose one, sour would make people sober, while sweet would make people addicted, so he preferred sour. But he didn't like bitter because the aftertaste was too strong and the taste would stay on the back of the tongue for a long time.
So he never teased him with bitter melon again.
Inger preferred popular fiction to classical drama, and he believed that the essence of comedy was tragedy.
Inger always viewed class and history as a spectator and judge, which made him feel unattainable.
Inger hates exercise and would rather lie at home all day long, but he hopes there are relatives walking around in the house so that he can lie there more comfortably.
He always dislikes his friends' quarrels, but he always smiles with satisfaction amidst their noises, without even realizing it...
and………
And many more...
After Alex talked a lot, he suddenly stopped.
Finally, he laughed, his tears were still wet, and said, "Yes, why should I cry? I should laugh."
He later went on to talk a lot about his family and other friends.
They are all memories of his childhood.
Ola used to envy this child who grew up surrounded by love. If they had not cooperated and understood each other, she might have always been jealous of him or even hated him.
She still envied him, but she thought more about his vulnerability.
Protection is more difficult than destruction.
Alex has so many people and things he wants to protect, and he returns as much love as others give him.
He is strong because of his protection, but also becomes vulnerable because of it.
He has been gifted since he was a child. He is capable of protecting most people, so he is full of confidence. But what should he do when he can't protect the people and things he is supposed to protect?
Aura remembered that she had felt this way before.
She witnessed the scene with her own eyes when young Christine was pushed down the stairs by Rodolfo, but she could do nothing and endured it for so many years.
But she thought about it, if her memory of Christine was taken away, even if Christine wanted it, she could not forgive herself for meeting Christine and treating her as a stranger.
Then Ola spoke up. She said to Inger: "I don't want to blame you for what you did. I am one of the people who helped you. But you have to know this fact...you did something to him that you absolutely cannot do. You took away his most precious memory. You turned him into a person that he even hates. For the rest of his life, he will be consumed by the time he forgot you in his dreams at midnight."
Inger's heart tightened. He said softly and unconfidently, "I don't understand... He cherishes so many people..."
Ola exhaled a puff of smoke and said bitterly: "Everyone relies on his strength, but no one sympathizes with his weakness. His only selfishness is hanging on you. Alex is infinitely close to a saint, but you made him a real person."
Inger was speechless.
"Inger, I beg you to think from Alex's perspective. Every time you are about to do something, think about Alex. I have never seen anyone as gentle as Alex, but it is his gentleness that always makes Alex suffer. Don't let him down. I don't deserve it, but I am still half his sister. I don't want to see him cry like that again."
Inger was shocked by these words and grabbed the quilt tightly.
Ola finished smoking a cigarette, said this and went out.
Inger knew that Ola would never think of helping him out again.
And he only found out today that Alex was crying.
In the night he can't see, in the corner he can't see.
He was distressed and anxious, hoping to have a good talk with Alex again, but in fact, even if he wanted to, it was Alex who refused. His previous attempts had all ended in failure.
What should he do if Alex doesn't want to speak up?
However, he has not yet come to any conclusion.
Not long after, Alex came back.
He sat quietly by the bed, like a statue in deep thought.
Inger said to him, "Alex, let's talk, please, don't be silent."
Alex glanced at him and asked, "Did Sister Aura come to talk to you about something just now?"
Inger said, "No matter what she said to me, I always wanted to have a good talk with you."
Alex was silent for a while, then shook his head. "No, there's nothing more to say."
Inger's face turned pale, and just as he was about to say something, Alex took out the key from his pocket and unlocked the locks on his body one by one.
Inger looked at him in disbelief.
Alex just sat there and gave him a smile.
For no reason, without any excuse.
Inger suddenly burst into tears and covered his face with his hands.
Although he was laughing, he could hear the sound of his heart being torn apart.
Alex handed him a handkerchief, patted his back gently and said, "Ying, don't cry, I'm fine, you should have a good rest. You've worked hard recently. I'm sorry for keeping you locked up for so long. It's all my fault."
Inger once thought that he would never regret the decision he made, but today, he wavered.
He realized that he had never really considered Alex's feelings.
He trusted his own strength and power too much and was unwilling to see his vulnerability, even though he had seen him cry.
How could he ignore this?
Now, he couldn't even say "I'm sorry" or "Thank you", and any words were in vain.
Since then, Inger got his nameplate back, but apart from that, he still never left the room. All the insulation locks on his body were gone, but it seemed that he had put on a transparent shackle for himself.
As Alex said, there was nothing much to talk about between them. Apart from official conversations, they no longer spoke to each other. But it seemed that they had magically returned to the time when they could understand each other without speaking.
When Ola came, it always seemed that the two of them were still in a cold war, but Inger would always say that this was not the case.
Inger will contact Florence when Alex is out.
Fei Leng asked him, "I couldn't contact you some time ago. What happened to you?"
His voice sounded anxious.
Inger said, "I'm fine now. Didn't Lesha contact you? I taught her the nameplate."
Fei Leng: "Why did you give it to her? She is the least skilled in using magic props, and I guess she is waiting for me to contact her. She has not contacted me yet. Have you forgotten that I don't know your situation here?"
Inger held his forehead and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't think of that."
Fei Leng's breathing tightened, and he said, "Since you are okay, find a way to contact Xia and let her come to my side. I need her."
He had taken Kate and Duper away, and now he needed Lexia as well.
Inger seemed to hear someone else's voice in the background, but the voices were mixed together and he couldn't hear clearly, "Why? Are you in danger?"
Fei Leng said to him briefly: "It's to save people. As expected, 'Mother' is pregnant with a very dangerous thing. She has started to collect food, and I have to protect these humans. Tsk. Lixia's ability can conceal her existence, which is very useful. When can you be ready?"
Inger frowned: "Give me some time, how long can you hold on?"
Fei Leng took a few breaths and said quickly, "If Liexia can merge with us safely, she can only last two years at most. According to my observation, the gestation time of the flower fetus will also take at least two years. The remaining creatures in the East Continent are not enough to support the 'mother' to give birth to a monster. She will even hunt down some demons and demons, as well as the marine creatures she hates the most. In short, you all should come as soon as possible. We must kill that thing before it is born, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable."
This was something that didn't happen last time, when they didn't give each other time.
Inger thought about it and ended the conversation with Fei Leng. He could basically guess Fei Leng's current situation, so he wrote a letter to Nolihua.
He asked Norihua to prepare some dry, long-term storable, easy-to-grow and carry crop seeds, a month's worth of dry food for each person, and a bag of high-purity magic stones, and to deliver them along with an attached letter to a person named Lexia at a designated location.
He knew that Alex had placed those demons in an abandoned orphanage. He assigned people to protect and take care of them, and asked the knights who knew the truth to teach them language and culture.
[The magic stone is for communication, give it to Fei Leng. The seeds are for you to survive. If there are many people over there, you must plan your resources well and hold on as long as possible. We will definitely go back to save them.]
Finie helped deliver the letter.
Lexia received all his things, read the letter, and then set out on her own journey.
When Alex went to see him for official documents as usual, Inger suddenly asked him, "When do you plan to leave for the East Continent?"
Alex didn't expect him to ask this question, and he noticed that he used "you guys". He said, "At the moment... not sure. At least we have to wait until everything is settled down."
Inger said, "You should have an idea of how long it will take, right?"
"......about two years."
Inger nodded. "Yeah, that's pretty much what I thought. If things go on for too long, things will probably go wrong."
Alex thought, "He's hiding something from me again."
He took a deep breath quietly, closed his eyes, pretended not to notice anything, and sat back.
Inger suddenly said, "Alex, there are many things I am hiding from you. I cannot tell you now, and you probably won't believe it, but I promise you that when the day comes when mankind truly wins, I will tell you all the truth."
Alex didn't answer him, but the hand holding the pen slowly relaxed.
Yes, he will wait no matter how long it takes.
As long as he gives him a definite promise.
In early December of 1900, Alex announced the existence of the Demon Mother Tree to the world. The three countries of Qune, Livil and Sahe jointly announced the formation of the Human Alliance Army, tentatively planning to send troops to attack the demons in the East Continent in two years.
These two years have been used for preparation.
Inger was responsible for writing popular science books about demons for warriors to learn. He compiled all the information he knew so far, hoping to increase people's understanding of demons as much as possible. Some of the corpses of demons and demons they obtained were also used for medical dissection, which was also one of his sources of material.
In the beginning, many people who had suffered greatly from the war questioned whether it was really necessary to cross the ocean to defeat the demons, but after the book was edited and published, such comments gradually disappeared.
After all, books are written by people and must carry the subjective tendencies of the main authors. When writing, Inger deliberately emphasized the importance of rooting out the problems in order to prevent future troubles. He emphasized that the demons are victims and have attributes close to humans, and that all of their karma is facts.
He asked Eric to help. She had people she knew in the publishing industry, and she even used some of the power of the goddess' ring.
When they discussed the composition of the expeditionary army, they reached a consensus: in order to avoid unnecessary mass sacrifices, they decided to form a small elite team to go on the expedition. Knights and wizards below level 5 would not join the expeditionary army.
During the past two years of recovery, the academy and the army have absorbed many outstanding talents, who have been trained and instructed by knights from the Royal Knights, the Order of the Rose, and wizards from the Wizarding Camp.
Bibi Dai became an instructor of heavy cavalry and was famous for his devilish strictness.
Kumpeu has accumulated a lot of military achievements beside Alex. Although his rank is only that of a fifth-level knight, he is indeed a leader among the commanders. He will go to the academy to find children with strong plasticity and thoroughly instill military strategic education into them.
In addition to performing administrative duties, Ola would also go on inspections from time to time.
Cheryl and Uri are still the instructors training talented snipers, but this time they are selecting from high-level talents.
Alsophila spinulosa took the initiative to request to go to medical school for further studies, as she hoped to learn more professional knowledge.
Michaelica and Celia would always come to Inger to ask him about magic. The two of them almost lived in the Institute of Magic. Professor Madimara would often send him drawings. The inspiration in his head was like an inexhaustible spring, but they were all very practical. No matter how busy Inger was, he would always find time to reply to them.
The dukes returned to their own territories and did what they were supposed to do. In the face of the survival of mankind, the disputes between territories were nothing.
Nineveh often went to Chune and Livil, mainly to ask them for various techniques and methods of training knights and wizards. Naturally, the two countries that had received great favors from her before did not dare to be stingy. In the past two years, the three countries have achieved a rare harmonious relationship in history, helping each other and making progress together.
And just like that, two years passed.
Ed Yingli, who was raised by a head maid in the palace, is already over three years old. Because he was well fed and well cared for, he became even fatter.
Maybe it's because he is naturally active and can run from one room to another room on the tenth floor all day long, so there is no need to worry about affecting his health.
The head maid would often take the child to Alex's place.
Alex is so focused when handling official business that the smile on his face disappears unconsciously. This is actually a period of time for him to relax.
And every time Ed Yingli came, a warm smile would unconsciously appear on his face.
No matter how busy he was every day, he would play with the child for a while or throw the child on Inger's bed.
"Daddy, daddy, daddy!!" Little Eddie's voice was like cheese and jelly, sticky and smooth, and his pronunciation was very clear. Alex had no resistance at all, and he pulled his hair and held his neck, shaking him around.
Alex's well-groomed hair was soon turned into a mess.
Inger shouted coldly, "Get down! Eddie!"
At first, he was too lazy to take care of him, but if no one was watching him, he would keep harassing Alex. The maids didn't dare to scold him, and Alex was reluctant to scold him, which would seriously affect Alex's work.
Little Eddie stopped and glanced at Inger. Instead of getting angry, he jumped down and ran towards Inger: "Mommamamamamamamama!!! Fly fly fly fly fly!!!"
The head maid pursed her lips and tried not to laugh.
Inger's face turned dark, he raised his hand and threw little Eddie into the sky.
Ed Yingli floated up and put his feet on the ceiling, and laughter fell from above his head.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
The boy laughed even more happily.
The little guy has a problem, he is a born optimist, he doesn't get angry even if he is turned down, he is heartless and I have never seen him cry since he was one year old.
Even if he fell and got hurt, he never cried, but got up with a smile.
He howls the loudest only when he is hungry. He starts smiling again when he is given food, and his expression changes faster than turning pages of a book.
Inger felt a headache and pinched his eyebrows with his fingers.
Just when he was having fun, Inger withdrew his magic, and Ed Yingli fell on the soft mattress and landed beside Inger's legs.
Yinger pulled his mouth expressionlessly: "Come on, call me Uncle Ying."
Little Eddie grinned, reached out his hand to tear his fingers apart, and accidentally dived into his arms: "Mommy mommy mommy mommy! Fly fly fly fly fly fly fly!!!"
Inger's face was blacker than the bottom of a frying pan.
The maids turned their backs and covered their mouths.
Alex lowered his head and typed, and it was obvious that he couldn't help laughing.
"You did it on purpose."
The boy could speak when he was less than a week old, and his vocabulary was quite good at the age of two. Alex asked a linguist to teach him the language and a top theater musician to teach him vocal techniques. He can now sing the simplest hymns and knows the meaning of these simplest words.
"If you don't call me Uncle Ying, I won't let you fly."
He will definitely turn this guy's name around! What kind of nonsense is this? !
"Wuwuwuwu~~Wuwuwuwuwu~~~~~~!" Little Eddie pouted when he heard the words and rolled around on the bed in a baby voice, acting coquettishly.
Although he is round, he has the same good looks as his father who has no blood relationship with him, with short blond hair, big sparkling red-gold eyes, and long feather-like eyelashes. The little brat has an angelic face, and with his natural baby voice, he is a killer for women of all ages.
The maids beside her were about to burst into tears.
Inger held his ankle and lifted him up, "This trick won't work on me. Call me Uncle Ying, or I won't let you go."
Little Eddie shook his hands, rolled his eyes, raised his hands and climbed up, along his arms to the top of his head. Then he jumped down, did a diving movement from the bed, rolled to the other side of the bed, hugged Coco, and they both fell off the bed and fell on the soft cushions on the ground.
Inger looked at the overly energetic little fellow in silence. It was really tiring to be with human cubs.
He waved his hand to have him escorted out quickly.
Unexpectedly, the little boy struggled and jumped out of the maid's arms.
He jumped onto Alex's lap, grabbed his hand and placed it on top of his head: "Daddy, daddy, daddy! Touch! Touch!"
Alex put down what he was holding and gently stroked the two soft horns on his head.
"Hahahahahahaha!" Little Eddie was shaking with laughter.
Alex smiled and pinched his cheeks and kissed his forehead. Little Eddie stretched out on his legs and lay on his back, smiling brightly at him, showing his white teeth. The golden-scaled tail swayed behind his buttocks, announcing his silly happiness.
Inger moved his fingers, and Ed Yingli flew back into the arms of the head maid.
Ed Yingli held up three fingers to Alex and Inger respectively, "See you at dinner!"
He kissed the maid who was holding him on the cheek, and they went out happily again.
Inger exhaled and leaned back, feeling like his life span was being cut in half every time he came.
Alex started working again. As he sorted things out, he said, "I see Yigli's spoken English is improving quite fast. Didn't he sing a song last time? Next time we'll try to see if his purification range has increased. He can start learning to control it consciously."
"Well, he's quite smart, maybe he's already learned it." Inger paused.
He knew what Alex meant.
The progress on Aide Yingli's side is reassuring, which means they are about to set off.
Alex did not reply to him, but instead stamped the national seal on the official document authorizing the dispatch of troops.
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