Flynn's Forest of Fables Chapter 10

After foolishly saying "good evening" to each other, the house was silent for a while.

Flynn didn't know what to say because of embarrassment, and for some unknown reason, the mysterious ranger who looked otherworldly and possessed great power never spoke.

They just stood there, looking at each other with wide eyes.

For a moment Flynn even wished that he was a mountain mole--in that case he could bend down and drill a hole without hesitation, and then bury himself deeply in the dark and deep cave. , I will never have to stick my head out to face this embarrassing reality.

The silence made the already empty ranger cabin feel even emptier.

"I'm here to say thank you---"

"I'm very sorry---"

The next moment, Flynn's and Cedric's voices overlapped.

Then they fell silent again at the same time.

"I brought some food---"

"I should come back early---"

After a brief silence, they spoke in unison.

God knows whether this is because there is no tacit understanding between them, or the tacit understanding is too good, but regardless of this, Flynn feels that his face may be on fire now.

He saw something swaying under Veles' cloak, and it was the tail that he was quite concerned about.

Flynn suspected that Veles might be in a bad mood. After all, the silver-eyed man looked extremely tense now. His silver-eyed eyes under the shadow of the hood were so sharp that Flynn panicked.

Flynn didn't know why, but he was always nervous when facing Veles.

Maybe because Cedric is special in every way? His spells, his origins, his weird temper and extremely powerful abilities can easily bring a strong sense of oppression to a weakling like Flynn.

But before that, when he was still a clumsy Extraordinary, he often dealt with weird people. At that time, he would not be as easy to be stupid as he is now.

Flynn's thoughts became chaotic. He desperately told himself to calm down, and then found the right moment to speak.

"The food is to thank you for your help this morning." He took a step forward and said as decently as possible.

As a result, at this moment, a vine that had already let go of Cedric's return suddenly came out unwillingly and rubbed lightly on Flynn's ankle.

Flynn was unprepared and lost his balance with a scream.

He fell forward heavily.

Well, then he fell directly into the other person's cloak.

Cedric said nothing, but he caught Flynn with quick eyesight. At that moment, Flynn's whole face was inevitably buried in Mr. Ranger's chest. Even through the cloak, Flynn could still clearly feel the man's strong and tight chest muscles, so strong that they were almost like two pieces wrapped together. Thin velvet stones.

Then there was that unusually clean and cold frosty scent.

It was obviously a very light breath, but it had an inexplicably strong sense of presence, and it wrapped Flynn tightly like substance.

"Mr. Flynn, I'm sorry."

Cedric's voice came out from above his head after a beat of delay.

His movements also seemed a bit stiff. Flynn would bet all the eggplants in his garden that Veles had never been embraced by a man like this in his life.

"...I'll teach them a lesson."

Cedric helped Flynn up, and then he said gloomily.

(Oh my gosh, listen to that horrible tone!)

Flynn muttered desperately in his heart.

In any case, Veles seemed to have suppressed his anger.

He saw what had just happened and was apologizing for what those vines had done.

"It doesn't matter, I was just careless. These children, well, they should be magical creatures, right? Some magical creatures do have lively personalities."

Flynn said quickly with his eyes lowered.

I should be a mountain mole! The kind of mountain mole that can dig holes and hide in them until it dies, never to return to the ground again.

At the same time, he kept screaming in his heart.

Tripping over something and falling into the arms of another man--even in a rural place like Green River Village, people have long disdained to watch such an old-fashioned comedy.

Flynn thought in annoyance.

"It's getting late, and I hope I didn't disturb you, Mr. Villiers. I wish you a pleasant dinner, and I hope the meal I cooked will make your day better, so I'll say goodbye."

He spoke out the standardized politeness he had planned from before in one breath.

Then he started walking toward the door.

"Mr. Flynn."

Just as he was about to leave the ranger's hut, a low call suddenly came from behind him.

Flynn stopped and turned around, looking at Veles with a little nervousness.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Veles was still filled with a terrifying aura, and he stared straight at Flynn.

"...Together?"

It was an illusion, Flynn always felt that Veles seemed to have difficulty saying the simple word just now.

He didn't understand something.

"What?"

"Would you like to stay and have dinner together?"

In this way, Veles made this invitation to Flynn with an attitude similar to that of a life-and-death duel with his opponent.