Isabella jumped in panic and said, "I'm sorry, I smudged you, I did not mean it."
Mr Rogg's smile is warm: "It's alright, give it to you, and for a month or so it would have been much more painful for Ette if you were not there."
Surprise girls look: "You, you know Mr Ete?"
"Yes, not only know, we are the best friends." Fat paused, looked around a few times this courtyard, every detail has not let go. Although the small courtyard simple, but elegantly arranged natural, and even such as Roger this commonwealth, but also feel a quiet body and mind. Rogge softly to the girl: "Can I see your grandfather?"
Some girl hesitated, whispered: "Grandpa ... now is angry."
Rogge: "It does not matter, I just want to meet with the is Ete, and you still have to look at the past, familiar with the environment, or work."
"But what about my grandfather?"
"Ah, I'll explain it to you, rest assured! Ah, yes, what medicine is needed for your grandpa's illness, can Ete said." Drug money even if your bonus is good. "
"But those medicines are so expensive!"
"So, you have to do a good job!" Fat man wolf wail tail rickety.
"I will definitely!" The girl nodded hard, then walked merrily.
Rogge to see the sun has some west, the old man was still bored sitting in the room angry, so haha smile, kicked the door, got into the room.
The angry voice of the old man immediately rang: "Who are you! Come in and knock on the door will not ?! Ah, it turned out to be an aristocratic elder. I little old country yard does not welcome you! I can not afford the shoes! "
Roger hippie smiling face looked in the room. The room is very small, put a bed up and down the auxiliary, a table, two chairs, packed full. Another small door, looks like a kitchen. Fat himself pulled a chair, sitting opposite the old man. Also readily pick up the teapot in front of the elderly, poured himself a cup of tea, the product up.
The old man's face from red to purple, if not to see Rogge is an aristocrat, long ago took something to throw him out.
Fat man squinted, looking at the old man from the beginning to the foot, but also from the foot to see the head, is the satyr to see the stripped lamb, nor so carefully. Suddenly, the room was surprisingly quiet, only to hear the same old guy bellows gasping.
"Master fog fog!" Fat man gently heard the ear of the elderly but like a bomb, shocked him jumped up, the teapot also brought down.
Rogge grunted like an invisible hand in the sky, turning it lightly over the air and back to the table.
The room was quiet for a while.
"What are you afraid of?" Fat man some ironic road.
Old man sat down heavily, as if an old moment how old. Alas, no one has mentioned this name for more than a of the fog magic already are waiting for these aristocrats fog magic home broken, that he is still alive, and will never be Nobles out of a force. If you have nothing else, please go back. The old man was too old, not many days live, and finally, is looking forward to a quiet nothing more.
"Well, this old man was so damn good that he blocked all the roads first." Rogge said indignantly, "I will not let you be satisfied!"
A fat eyes turn, picked up a small teapot observed. A moment, shook his head, "Oh, what is fog like magic, are the name of the Langfang Bale. Just look at this teapot, you know more than 10 years market life, fog Magic eyes, has long been coated with sewage sludge It seems that I was in vain, and I might as well go to the National Art Gallery and find some artistic authority to help.
The old man furious, shouted: "You implacable boy understand what is the taste! Put the teapot to put down! Do not blame the old man I hit you!
This ruthless, Roger is self-believe. Eurocast aristocrats, however, may be more or less, Rogge does not break this point. Fat eyes doubled, looking to the sky, disdain snorted, said: "I just do not know anything, but also know that this character, pay attention to the gods, won the Heavenly Crew .Art everyone, not in the quiet environment nirvana creation, do not Can you find inspiration in places where the sewage is full and the smell is fuming?
Old man shivering, said: "The art of one, seeking is natural, speaking is the charm! Do not go down with each knife, not to follow the natural, in line with Heaven, not a minute, a few cents, just right. Department, its self from the present world everything is not natural, this sewage also has the university asked, children crying can also Kai Ling Qi. How can you know only those who know gold nobility nob ?!
"Oh?" Rogge came in spirits, open-minded: "This has never been heard, but also advice."
Among the anger of the old man, just beg for training in this kid convinced, let him know, the word art, profound, which do not have the world, those who fame reputation art authority, but deceived Roger such layman. This is a preaching, the old man talked straight mouth foam, finger-pointing, until the sky has been black, or do not hesitate to do. Which morning I do not know how to drink a few pots of tea throat.
The sound of the opening of the courtyard came, followed by the sweet voice of Isabella: "Grandpa! I am back." The two men woke up in this room and came to a halt. The old man is unhappy, Rogge is hard to come by.
Fat man got up, spoke again. And snorted, whispered: "You talked about such a long time, I did not know how much .If you really profound, why would you tell me do not understand? Just know yourself, but can not preach, this master Well word, hum, hum ... "The anger of the old man, want to theory, Rogge has gone away.
The next morning, fat appeared in the misty little courtyard, Isabella eyes met red go out. Rogge immediately asked: "What happened? Ette bully you failed?"
Girl tears almost fell down again, gently: "Grandpa said he refused to take any medicine, that is, rather die no aristocrats things. Also fiercely scolded me meal.
Fat is furious, said: "You go to work, this old East ... old ... old gentleman I have to deal with!" The girl went out.
This time to deal with Fog magic, aristocrats who have paid a lot of effort. Franco's highest artistic talent, but first rushed down. The reason is that his taste of art is high, but also high fog fantasy to go. This old man eccentric, but also put him in the eyes? As for Lance, Etter is resolutely opposed, of course, Enthusiast Wrigley is not appropriate to face. Old man saw aristocratic seduce his granddaughter, not chop him to eat? Only Kate and Roger look like a good man, and only Roger can be adaptable, irrational, credible, unconventional.
Want to hooligan means to deal with weird old man, should be the most right way.
As yesterday, Roger kicked into the house. The old man is going to cursed, saw him, energetically, to be preached again. I did not expect Roger to pre-empt: "I had respect for your age, a few years of virtual life, did not expect the same temper as a child! Isabella hard work, make money to buy medicine, what is wrong? How can you make it to the little girl?
"Well, what do you know, I am rather do not touch those nobility's dirty things!"
Rogge grunted: "It is necessary to consult, how aristocratic things are dirty, but also dirty where?"
"These aristocrats, not a good thing, including you! Think of the year ..." The memory of the past, they never shut the gate. An old fool of myself, blink of an eye has passed.
Day after day, Roger punctually arrives this morning and fucks with the fog. Small courtyard no longer the past quiet, the two yelling, and sometimes also fight with each other some. Fog magic has long forgotten to ask why Roger quarrel every day to come, get fat, daily fat leave, are a bit sad. Over and over again at night, just want to disbelieve the kid convinced tomorrow, but also calculated his own years of bad breath. Roger quarrel during the day, not idle at night. Anyway, he was superb, just want to meditate for a moment, is full of energy. It is therefore night and night studying hard, from ancient to modern times, heaven and earth north, the goddess of immortality Buddha, hundreds of schools, all-encompassing, all reading. Hope that the old man to understand as soon as possible, after more than ten years did not hear the world, he is nothing more than fog fate of the bottom of the well.
As for the neighbors, the quarrels between the two have long gone, ignored and heard. Every time Rogge comes, everyone will say hello, always bring some candy to the children, but also aunt to help aunt a lot of busy little aunt. In the meantime, more than once, two freshly baked loaves of bread were delivered to every household, but it was steaming white bread. One after another, street people think Roger's fat face more and more amiable. The old men living here also said that they had never seen a nobility who came to this place in their entire life, nor had seen the nobility who really careed about these poor children. The old Peter, who was always drunk, saw in the day Roger walked into the foggy little courtyard and stood in the street holding a bad wine and said: "This Mr. Rogge is a real good man. Peter has lived for seventy years, and when he was a seafarer, how many countries he had gone away, do not think I was drunk, and I would never mistake my eyes to see people!
Since the people have been set by the direction of the opposite side of Roger foggy days can not be better than. The neighbors began to whisper, and later they were holding Esabella secretly asking her to persuade grandpa. Girl shame and anxious, but there is no solution. Later, neighbors heard the two quarrels during the day, so when Rogge was gone, he would simply revisit the theory of fog and fantasy. Aunt Aunt who own trivial truth, its quite unreasonable, complicated place, but stronger than Roger too much.
Pity that fog master every day and Luoge discrimination during the day and night noisy neighborhood. The look of granddaughter looked over more and more dissatisfied, that bowl of medicine boiled bitter day by day. For the Sun daughter daily to go to work in Aite home, fog magic can only be a few hum to express dissatisfaction, have not dare to make irresponsible remarks.
Argument between the two is also Roger gradually gained the upper hand. First, in the "nobles are not good," this point Roger fought defeat lost defeat. Fat people buy people's mind increasingly harmful, often at night they became the neighbors refute the old fog magic live examples.
The next conclusion is of course "the nobility is good or bad, is much better or worse?" Rogge is not too entangled with him, the topic of a turn to the "aristocrats since there are good and bad, that aristocratic things Not all dirty. "That is done in front of the foundation, the fog disappear quickly defeated. Rogge did not let go, then "no matter what the source, as long as it is to work hard, just come, it is good." This question wins a while, since fog magic can only drink every day honestly.
Fog magic eyes see their position increasingly loose, my heart worry. However, Roger but never let go of the dog, and soon identified the fog fantasy "not for the aristocrats" vows up. Effortlessly, Rogge makes fog magic to recognize their own partial cover. Small mind, in fact, incommensurate with the masters.
On this day, they both sit in the small courtyard to take a picnic of tea and look relaxed and happy. They do not know how much the envy of the hard-working people in the daily camp battalion.
Fog magic hands flying ax, such as the sharp knife cut tofu-like cleaved a root of fine firewood. Rogge is not weak, he was as powerful as cattle, at the moment give yourself a blessing of "the power of brute force," fingers such as falling flowers, tear wood pier such as torn cooked chicken, empty-handed pulled a piece of wood.
The two men are fighting to the most important point, that is, what this god is, swear by God is not defensive.
Rogg fiercely torn wood, eyes exposed fierce light, said: "Do not say there is no God in this world, even if God really exists, then what?" In fact, Roger knew that there is a clear god, those angels Can not come out of space and space. Fat man continued: "The world has all kinds of bad tragedies, is it less yet? Since there is God, why it does not care? If it is beyond its control, then it shows that its limited capacity, even God, is not a panacea At best, you are stronger than you and me, but there is no difference in essence!
Fog does not agree: "God is called God, because he stood at the top of all things in the world, overlooking all beings." God does not see what we can see and what God is saying we may not be able to smell it. , But Creation of God's work Bale.I spent a lifetime only realized a little bit of God's is the mysterious eastern continent called the Tao things. , Is self-supremely effective and worth living to obey. "
Rogge secretly left God on this "Tao," and Rodriguez's description of this "Tao", which he brought to his scarce knowledge, was only described as the foundation of heaven and earth and the source of all things, The origin of God lies above it. So a few words, how can people understand, it seems that this old guy is also unknown in life. With the strength of old things, across numerous obstacles, to the mysterious eastern continent is not impossible, but he was too anxious, early to kill the temple of Ode, the result has led to the light of trial. Remembered Rodriguez, this year I do not know what happened, no longer feel his activities, as if disappeared.
Fat people want to think about it, his mouth is not idle: "Even if God really has the supreme power, it is because of our own limitations, can not see the world beyond God nothing more than just a touch, only Crawling worms, in its world, only the concept of long and wide fills it. To make it understand what is high, fear is more difficult? Right, like ants do not understand your work, let you know this old antiques Outside the world, hey hey, hum!
"I do not understand, do you understand?" The old man angrily.
"I am really sorry, these days, it seems that the laws of the world's operation, I seem to know more than you." Rogard hesitate.
Half a month have not had a good rest over the fog magic finally could not stand, shouted: "Well! Well now is really the world of young people. The old man I lived a lifetime, study the natural way for thirty years, But the point is to cut firewood .If your firewood can cut better than me, the old man without two words, this life is yours .You also do not have to work hard every day and the old man rivalry .If you Lost, there is still a quiet old man! "
Rogge foretold sweating, teething: "I am the supreme god of the name of the oath, let's be certain!" But I thought: "God, you name a big ghost off my fart, firewood than you I have other ways! You old things, flaws and more! Just you old thing, the original half a month has been playing with me silly, fucking, it touches a little doorway. Let's go look!
Since these days, Rogge saw fog magic cut countless firewood. With all means of detection of fat in the past, see the old man no grudge, two no magic, then calm down. But at the moment, I saw the thin arm like a stick-like stick, waving a rusty ax, feeble, but very easy to cut off a few pieces of wood to fat people think the event is not good.
Luo Ge picked up a firewood, thin looks, slowly cold sweat flow down from the top, see that firewood neither upright nor symmetrical, but the whole body of wood texture, there is actually no half-break, totally natural . Roger picked up the rust ax, embracing the wooden pier, but also a gently down, but when the sound heard, then wooden pier with an impression is not. Rogge took a deep breath, skimming hands and spells, and several different flashes flashed upon him. Instead, he gave himself a blessing on Cattle Strength and Cat's Agility plus an acceleration technique. He once again ax, still learning fog magic, slowly falling, the rust ax split into the wood, and sure enough did not get into the light, straight wood pier does not exist in general. Only fat gnashing teeth, the whole body blue tendon emerge, axes cross the wood flying across. If the fog magic ax is completely smoke-free anger, Rogge this move, it is burning firewood.
So easy to get under a firewood, Roger to be picked up to look closer, the touch of a finger, then the fine wood is a bang, into a sky full of sawdust.
Roger tears without tears. More than a dozen days of hard work, the card closed in the last one, but it was fog magic played from scratch.
But fog never imagined, Rogge has a hand, called paranoid.
Rogge never waved an ax, but just holding the wooden pier in the yard trying, blindfolded around, do not hear.
Darkness, Isabella came to call Rogge, fat, but like a stone carving, motionless. Girl helpless, had to put food around Roger. Blink of an eye, has been frozen into a piece of ice lump, that bowl also ice cracked open.
At night, goose snow fell from the sky, sit still Roger became a snowman.
Early in the morning, Isabella exclaimed, come up with a soft cloth, thin Roe snow will be wiped whole body, turned to leave, a drop of crystal tears fell.
The house foggy free tea, the girl came in begging, mist magic slowly: "I also advised not to return to him, he has entered a dead end, say, these aristocrats die one, that is, one." Girl angrily: "Grandpa, you are deliberate from the beginning is not it?
Fog Magic no longer speak.
Wait for the girl to go after the fog hallucinations whispered to myself, that sounds like old for decades: "Grandpa is not God, how can we expect such an end, alas, grandpa this hot temper, afraid to hurt you "
Once again at night, Franco, Rance, Kate, Ette, Feith all came to the small courtyard, saw absolutely not say Roger, can do nothing, did not dare to act improperly. The crowd did not say a ruthless thing, just staring at the fantasy vision, more than a kind of resentment. The old man was not afraid, but Isabella came back to see the aristocrats aimed at her gaze, the old man began frightened.
The sky was dark, thundering horseshoe sounded in the alley, golden vindictive sprinkle light in the yard, and Aofeiluo Ke walked into this little courtyard almost no one stands.
Fantasia greatly surprised, never thought of a face ordinary lower aristocrats, actually alerted the arrival of the only child of the Duchy of the Principality. But things have so far, everything can only be resigned.
Orfeirok frowned, quietly sitting opposite Rogge.
This sit is a night.
Early in the morning, Orpilog stood up and ordered Roger to take a small shed, leaving two golden lion knights guarding Rogge's safety, leaving the aristocrats with their classmates.
Sunrise and sunset, Roger like a statue, can not eat.
Isabella daily still working in the Aet house, but see Aite face thin, beard grow, daily only drink. Girl secretly weeping, go home no longer talk with the fog magic.
Sometimes the aristocrats that have seen that day will also come over, all the people just silent drink and drink wine, look to the girl's eyes, but let Isabella scared. That night aristocrats quarrel in the study of Etat, the girls faintly think things have been related, is about to eavesdrop, but hit Etch open the door. Ett startled, just waved the girl back home.
Another dull night. Thick lead clouds have already covered the moonlight in the sky. Isabella saw it again to snow, carrying a quilt out, want to cover to Roger. Just opened the door, a burst of plastic wind almost frozen her stiff. She is easy to bite out of the house, suddenly a large lips, the hands of the quilts fell to the ground, but it was scared to stay.
Dark fog filled the small courtyard, a skeleton walked out of the fog quietly. This dark skull color, if not around the body from time to time when the movement of the purple electric light to illuminate its shadow, the girl is impossible to see it.
Two Golden Lion Knight hospital feel different, is about to turn around, that skull whole body flash of electricity, the hands of two dark lightning hit the knight's back. Two knights muffled, fainted.
Fuchsia fireworks shine under the small courtyard in the forest, like a human demon, that skeleton is from the hell demon God!
Isabella fear the most, but did not move the slightest. She only felt a flower in front, two gold lion knight has fallen. The next moment, a huge sickle appears, quietly resting on her white, pink neck, the blade, almost her most high. Irritability, a girl appeared on the neck a thin red line, a drop of blood slowly drip down.
The girl was already scared of numbness.
That skull looked down on the quilts on the ground, the sickle disappeared quietly, the next moment, appeared in the hands of skeletons.
Stroke reach a move, Rogge embracing wooden pier floating in the air.
Skeleton behind the wings of the whole body Zhang Zhang, the whole body light Sunburn, one hand will be a huge sickle upright!
The instant purple, illuminated the entire courtyard. That sickle knife did not move the slightest bit, a knife shadow is 唰 fall, the air wooden pier divided into two halves, rolling to the ground.
That break the twists and turns, no trace of broken wood.
Dark fog gush, skull step, hidden in the fog. Before leaving, the skull looked at the girls, girls feel like they understand the eyes of the meaning.
"Tonight, do not say it."
In the early morning, Roger moved.
Suddenly he shot down the body of the dust, gently picked up the ground into two pieces of wooden pier, together.
Rogge patted the door, please fog fantasy out, softly asked him to cut another firewood.
A look of hazy magic fantasy took a wooden pier, hand ax fall, a fine wood fell to the ground.
In Rogge's spiritual world, a touch of glaucoma flashed over the fog hallucinations, covering the wooden pier, the ax and himself.
Rogge faint smile, softly said: "The existence of those are phantom; that eternity, will eventually destroy the world of things, colors, are blinded people Bale .One day, heaven and earth, mountains and rivers There is only my heart! "
Rogge reached out, a piece of wooden pier gently floating half-empty; bent, a wooden pier, such as spring flowers in full bloom, each of the smallest wood wire are separated, dancing in the air; Wood wire, both empty disappeared clean.
"Thank you, Master!" Rogge turned around, the foggy magic of a daze wood to the ground.
when. . . . . when. . . . . The leisurely bells of the distance sounded, the new year is coming, and on the other day, it is the sacred calendar of 686 years.
All that exists is an illusion; the eternity will eventually be destroyed; and all things in the world, colorful, are all blinded people's hearts.