The sun was shining brightly in the afternoon. The man in the fox mask moved a chair to the backyard of the bakery, holding Claire's special red bean cake and barley tea, and admired the beautiful tui of the girls on the street through a small hole in the wall.
After a while, Louisa ran in from outside and greeted the old man behind the counter. She pushed open the back door of the kitchen and shouted to the guy on the chair, "The Bretton girl seems to be ready to make a move, but …"
The female archer's words came to an abrupt end because she found that the guy in the fox mask seemed to have fallen asleep.
He lay sprawled on Claire's rattan chair with his hands behind his head, snoring softly. The red bean cake had already been eaten by him, and the half-drunk barley tea was placed on the ground. A few birds were hopping around his feet, looking for crumbs of bread on the ground.
For some reason, this scene inexplicably moved Louisa's heart.
The female archer tiptoed in front of her teacher. She wanted to take advantage of this rare opportunity to play a trick on this guy and pour the half cup of barley tea into his mouth, but her hand holding the cup stopped in mid-air.
Louisa had never carefully observed this guy at such a close distance before. This guy she called her teacher seemed to have a very strange ability to make his image blurry. It was as if she had spent a whole day with him, but when she thought about it the next morning, she couldn't remember anything about him. The female archer thought, 'Is this the legendary thinning of one's presence?'
But now that he was asleep, that ability seemed to have disappeared. Looking at the charmingly naive fox mask, Louisa suddenly had a strong desire to take off the mask and see what kind of face was underneath.
Judging from his skin and hair, this guy should be about the same age as me. Really, he's so young, but why does he always talk like an old man? Even when he's lecturing me, he's still acting like he's above me. "
From the first day she met him, the female archer had always been curious about what was hidden under the mask. She had already fantasized about his appearance more than once.
Wearing a mask every day, he must be ugly. This was the girl's initial thought. Was he afraid of being laughed at, so he always wore that ridiculous mask, or was it to protect the so-called teacher's dignity?
Later, Louisa also wondered if something unfortunate had happened to him, such as his face being burned or scalded by hot water, so he used this method to cover it up. But thinking of the guy's heartless appearance, the female archer subconsciously felt that such a tragedy would not happen to him.
So in the end, why did this guy wear a mask all day long?
The more she thought about it, the more curious the female archer became. It was as if there was a kitten scratching her heart. Normally, the fox masked man treasured his mask very much and refused to take it off. It was as if the mask was his real body.
And now, she finally caught a golden opportunity. At this moment, in the small courtyard, there were only two people, the fox masked man and her. The fox masked man was sleeping soundly, and as long as she took off the mask and took a quick peek, she would be able to satisfy her curiosity. And after that, if she didn't say anything, no one would know.
At this moment, the female archer was indeed tempted, but she also had a hunch that once she took off the mask, her life was likely to change.
Louisa actually quite liked this kind of life. Every day, she quarreled with the fox masked man, listened to his bragging, and then looked at his resentful look when his lies were exposed. The girl didn't want to break this peace, but she occasionally had extra expectations. It was just that the female archer didn't know what this extra expectation was.
"So what are you waiting for?"
Louisa was startled by the sudden voice. She turned her head and found Grandma Claire standing at the door. The old woman's footsteps were very light, and there was no sound when she walked. The female archer didn't even know when she came.
But seeing Claire, Louisa still couldn't help but feel a little guilty. The latter seemed to have seen through her thoughts, but to her surprise, the old woman didn't seem to have any intention of stopping her.
"We will encounter many opportunities in our lives. Some opportunities are lost, and we won't feel regretful because sooner or later, we will encounter the same or better opportunities again. However, some opportunities may only appear once for everyone. If we miss this opportunity, it is equivalent to missing a lifetime," Claire said meaningfully.
The female archer was shocked when she heard this. She finally noticed a trace of abnormality. With the fox masked man's usual vigilance, how could he still not wake up. Louisa had already walked so close to him. Claire also opened her mouth to speak, but the guy was still sleeping with a sweet face. His mouth was still freely muttering, "Hmm, this chest is not bad. Oh, this butt, it's too good!"
"He …" The female archer hesitated.
"Don't worry. As long as you don't say anything about what happened this afternoon, he will never know." The old man winked at her. "This is a little secret between us."
With Claire's encouragement, Louisa finally stopped hesitating. She reached out and touched the mask with her fingertips. It was very strange. It had been exposed to the sun for so long, but the mask was still very cold. The female archer couldn't help but shiver, but her hands didn't stop moving.
But the moment Louisa gathered her courage and was about to lift the mask, her wrist was caught by a hand.
"Ah, ah, ah, you two are really naughty." The fox masked man, who was supposed to be immersed in a beautiful dream and continue playing with the beautiful girl, suddenly opened his eyes and let out a light laugh. "Sure enough, you never let me rest for a moment."
The female archer's face turned red. She felt like the worst thief in the world. She had just put her hand into her target's pocket when she was caught red-handed. She stood there in a daze. After a long time, she came back to her senses. She slapped away the man's hand and said angrily, "Teacher, you are too despicable. You are playing tricks on me again. You are clearly awake, but you are still pretending to be asleep."
The fox masked man smiled. "Who told you to always have ideas about me? I have warned you more than once before. Don't casually remove this mask. Be careful of releasing the demon below."
"Tsk, teacher, aren't you afraid of biting your tongue? There is no demon in this world that is as weak as you." Louisa mercilessly laughed at him. Unknowingly, this pair of master and disciple had entered into their familiar daily bickering mode. But for some reason, the female archer's heart couldn't calm down. There was an indescribable sense of loss.
She remembered Claire's words from before. Some opportunities might only come once for everyone. Missing this one would be equivalent to missing a lifetime. Louisa shook her head, trying to drive that strange feeling out of her head.
"Right, I came to tell you that the girl from the Bretton family is ready to make a move. But it's strange. She didn't ask for help from the mysterious expert behind her. Instead, she went to the secret stronghold of the temple alone. In this case, her situation isn't too optimistic."
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