Paladin

Evan doesn't feel good... very bad.

The magic breath made his pupils shrink slightly, and he was immersed in a special feeling.

A familiar sense of thirst is slowly emerging from his chest... This feeling has no reason and is difficult to relieve, and it begins to burn his reason continuously.

Evan barely lit the oil lamp in the house, sat back on the edge of the bed tiredly, then took out the silver and white cross hidden in the white shirt, took it off his neck, and gently placed it on his forehead.

——Calm down, it's nothing, the addiction won't last long...

The blood elf let out a long, trembling sigh from his throat, tried his best to suppress the restlessness in his body, drank the bowl of cold water on the table in one gulp, and put the cross in his mouth.

He even put the phoenix double blades next to the bed under the bed, then took out a cloth strip and tied his right hand on the bed, then took out the dagger in his boots, groped for the artery in his right hand, gritted his teeth and drew a long stroke long one.

The cold and exhaustion brought by the blood loss quickly suppressed his desire, but the emptiness that penetrated his soul still made him tremble slightly. With his bound right hand, he quietly leaned against the side of the bed, and then lowered his head .

...Blood Elf...

[Magic, energy, my people... are addicted to them and cannot extricate themselves.However, their pillars disappeared with the destruction of the Sunwell...]

……

Yinhuo gently pushed the door open, and he beckoned inward.

The translucent demon cheerfully returned to its original appearance from its human form, then made a fake breathing sound, circled its master once, and then disappeared in the air.

Yinhuo exhaled lightly, closed the door quietly, and took off his cloak.

At this moment, he smelled the smell of blood in the air, couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly, and walked carefully behind the screen, and heard the suppressed and trembling breathing of the paladin.

"Evan Paladin?"

Yinhuo made a prompt decision, kicked down the screen decisively, drew out his short sword, and quickly observed the situation in the house, and then was shocked to find that only Evan was half sitting and half leaning against the bed, and his right hand tied to the bed was dripping with blood.

Viscous blood had slowly dripped down his elbow to the ground, but Evan didn't seem to be aware of it. He lowered his head and panted continuously. The cold sweat on his forehead drenched his forehead hair and almost covered his eyes.

"what happened?"

Yinhuo frowned, inserted the dagger back into his belt, and knelt down to observe Evan's state.He squeezed Evan's chin, raised his drooping head a little, and caught Evan's eyes unexpectedly——

Those emerald green eyes were shining brightly in the darkness, the pupils were shrunk almost to a thin line, and there seemed to be deep shadows in the emerald pupils.

"Get out of here...whether you are a witcher or..." Evan stared directly at Silver Fire with these eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "...Mage, go away!"

Yinhuo's pupils shrank suddenly.

Silver Fire stood up and looked down at Evan.

A low voice came out of Evan's throat, and the silver cross in his mouth loomed between his moist lips.He lowered his head again, the posture of his right hand being tied high made him look like a trapped beast, his back even undulated in an extremely tense arc, and his words were similar to the gentle, upright, A far cry from the image of compassion and strength.

"Have you... used addictive drugs?" Silver Fire frowned and said, "No, paladins can't resist drugs that are used against mortals... Tell me why you are experiencing withdrawal symptoms?"

"Mage..." the blood elf struggled to squeeze out vague words, "Stay away from me..."

Yinhuo stood in front of him for a moment, and finally took a step.

After he was some distance away, Evan let out a long sigh—it was almost a moan.

Yinhuo lifted the wooden screen kicked down by himself, looked back at Evan, pushed the door and walked out.

However, after a while, Yinhuo came back again.

Without saying a word, he half-kneeled in front of Evan, wiped the blood on his right hand, tied the wound tightly for Evan with the bandage he just found, and was about to leave again in silence.

The blood elf's chest rose and fell slowly, and he smelled deeply... the breath of the mage who was close at hand. He turned his head to watch Silver Fire's movements, and said in a low voice: "Magic, energy..."

Yinhuo was stunned, and suddenly saw a silver cross lying on the ground - Evan had already spat it out, when Yinhuo looked at his face again, he was suddenly grabbed by the blood elf's left hand, which was faster than lightning collar.

… Evan reached out and grasped his neckline firmly, staring at him with eyes that almost turned dark green: "Master, there is a symptom... called... [Magic Addiction]."

Yin Huo slightly opened his eyes wide, and at this moment, it seemed that even his breath was caught by this sight.

These eyes are magnificent and powerful, mysterious and unfathomable...

He was like a person captured by a sea monster and sank to the bottom of the water, he could only move in the desperate premonition of dying.

The blood elf opened his lips lightly, and whispered: "I don't need you to heal my wounds, mage...I want your blood, your body, your spirit...give them all to me."

……

The silence and darkness of the night are swept away by the rising sun.

As the warm sunlight gradually swept across the town from the skyline, the young monks knocked on the doors of the rooms one by one, and reminded them kindly: "Brothers and sisters, it is time for morning prayer."

When he came to the door of the two new residents yesterday, he seemed to smell an unusual smell, so he asked worriedly: "Your Excellency Paladin, Mr. Silverfire, are you inside?"

At first, no one answered, and when the monk asked again and was about to break in, he suddenly heard Evan's voice say: "Yes, Cesis, we... are fine. My friend is a little unwell, I'm sorry we only I can miss morning prayers."

The monk heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the voice of the paladin, and said, "Is Mr. Silverfire okay? We have free holy water and bandages, if he is unwell..."

"No, thank you, I just need to rest." Silver Fire's weary voice sounded next.

The monk heard the message that he was not welcome from his words, so he touched his nose and walked away graciously.

At this time, the house was a little awkward.

Sitting by the bed, Evan was a little thankful that the arrival of the monk just now allowed them to end the long silent and embarrassing stare at each other.

Silverfire sat up from his bed and put his palm to his forehead, looking like he was having a splitting headache.

Evan thought for a moment and said, "Last night...I'm sorry."

Yinhuo paused slightly upon hearing the words, looked at the obvious guilt and shame in Evan's eyes that had returned to normal, and said after a long silence: "Continue to explain. I'm listening."

Evan's eyes flickered, he looked away from him in embarrassment, took a deep breath and said: "As you can see, I suffer from... an addiction symptom, not an addiction to drugs or drugs, It's about...magic energy."

Yinhuo opened a pair of eyes with extremely thick black circles: "I already know. And I also realized how strong your desire...is."

"Cough cough...cough!" The paladin coughed in embarrassment.

He coughed so much that he almost choked on himself, and it took him a while to change the subject, and continued, "I am a 'Sin'dorei' elf, often called a blood elf by humans."

"...Forgive me," Yinhuo interjected lightly, "or I am ignorant, I have never heard of the 'Sin'dorei' branch among the elves."

Evan was quiet for a while, then whispered: "I... am the only blood elf in Kalandor."

Evan looked over the half-open window, and stayed on the gray-white wall eaves in the distance, as if immersed in a very distant memory.

How long ago was that...how many years ago?

When he and his comrades set foot on this land for the first time; when they were still ignorant and did not understand why they suddenly changed their face, identity...even race, and stood on this legendary continent of sword and magic ;When they started the unimaginable, bloody expedition and exploration road as professionals...

Since when did you gradually forget your own origin?

Is it because of the long years, the climate and residents completely different from the hometown, or the blurring of one's own memory and fading of emotions?

Even because of the needs of his identity, Evan gradually stopped using his real name, and he has become accustomed to being called "Your Excellency Paladin, Your Excellency Paladin, Captain, Blood Elf". ...he is indeed a blood elf now, but he was not before.

Evan knew that no matter how he taught it, it was difficult for the people of Kalandor to pronounce the syllables of their original names; this was just as no matter how he explained, the world's perception of his race would always be "elven", not "Humanity".

This kind of irreconcilable contradiction with the whole world can only be compromised as a last resort.

Evan suddenly woke up from the distant memory.

He sighed helplessly, and continued: "The blood elves were once a branch of the high elves, but they were separated during the long changes. Perhaps because the number is too small, there are few human records. My clansman and I Once relying on magical power to survive and grow, a well of the sun was built to draw the energy needed from it. But then the well of the sun was destroyed, and the blood elves lost their inexhaustible energy supply overnight, thus creating the magic Addiction. Magic addiction is actually... just a kind of mental dependence."

"You just said...you are the only blood elf left." Yinhuo said.

Evan shook his head and said, "It's not true to say 'remaining'. But I am indeed the only blood elf in Kalandor, and, as you can see, I am also suffering from the magic addiction."

The two looked at each other for a moment, Yinhuo was thoughtful.

Evan hadn't explained his identity as a blood elf to anyone for a long time. After pursing his lips, he hesitated to speak, and finally just walked out of the house silently.

He went to ask the monks for some snacks - breakfast was considered by the church to break the fast, and he could only explain and intercede in secret.

When Evan returned to the room with the bread and water, he saw Yinhuo sitting by the bed and looking at him motionless.

"I thought," he said, "you just slapped my ass and walked away after you'd drained me."

Evan: "..."

Author has something to say: Evan: (gasp, gasp)

Silverfire: Wait!I'll give you a sip right away!

Evan: Milk your head!You are a mage!As a male mage, what do you use for breastfeeding!

Yinhuo: (silently undresses)

PS: "milk" means "treatment", a common name in online games.

PS2: By the way, the name of magic addiction is scary. In fact, it is a group of profligate children who suddenly go bankrupt and have various mental breakdowns... That kind of symptom = L = In fact, the addiction to magic does not harm the body, and there is no physical addiction Sex, this point must not be compared to drugs, addiction, smoking addiction...

Evan is the more unlucky child. He is a normal human being, but how can he be dressed as a blood elf.Since one enjoys the inherent talent of the race, of course one has to bear the inherent disease of the race.

PS3: Sure enough, I still can't get rid of the gentleman's hobby of mending ♂ demons...