Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

It's been a week since the last mention of Blood Moon Day.

Hawley and Wilmer tacitly understood each other, as if at that moment, this had never happened.

The superficial peace was well maintained, and the two got along as usual, and even Bobby didn't notice anything unusual.

Only as night fell, they went back to their respective rooms.The dark environment can always peel off the repressed emotions and thoughts from the bottom of my heart one by one.

On this day, Holly helped out in the tavern as usual.Wilmer finished training, took a shower, and was ready to help.

Putting on the staff uniforms, the koi looks like a white linen shirt.He took care of this clothes, or everything Hawley gave him, without any oil or dust.

In color and embroidery, his clothes were different from those in the tavern.Adding half a mask makes it more conspicuous and unique.

Wilmer stabilized the mask and walked out of the dressing room.He rolled up his cuffs, revealing his smooth forearm and slender wrist.

He looked around, looking for Holly's figure, turning a blind eye to the several gazes cast on him.

Hawley said he was too eye-catching, and it was easy to attract some people who wanted to do something wrong.It is recommended that he always wear a mask until he can really protect himself.

During the years of fleeing to the ground and wandering around, he almost took all the ugliness into his eyes.How could Wilmer not understand what Hawley meant.

He has seen the slave market with his own eyes, because his appearance provoked disputes among others, and he was forced to become a disaster, and finally died in a cage; he also saw people who wanted to use their appearance for profit, but ended up being tortured by nobles, and they were not as good as animals. .

In countless dreams, especially after the transformation, he inevitably returned to that period of time several times.

In the dream, I didn't meet Holly, and I didn't have the days of Nianhua.He was always adrift, like a fish wandering in a pond of mud.

He couldn't find the exit, so he wandered around in the dirtiest land.

The aristocrats with a hobby of collecting bought themselves, because they refused to obey their orders like other bought toys, and ended up sleeping and eating with pigs, cattle and sheep day and night.

He flows through the hands of various nobles, allowing them to enjoy in various forms.Then, one night, he inadvertently took shape.

In the dream, in order not to continue being abused, he strangled the nobles and fled everywhere...

Wilmer frowned, trying to find a way to get out of that dream.A lot of fragments that are too real are firmly on the head, and even the memories are like being there.

Whenever he wakes up from the dream, he can't help but sigh like now—if he missed Holly, would it really end like that?

"Hey, step aside."

Wilmer turned his shoulders, and as soon as he took a step, his shoulders were supported.

"Wait a minute, are you...?"

A slightly familiar voice sounded beside him, and Wilmer looked up, and saw a man with a scar on his face like a red worm.

"I've found you!" Scarface was overjoyed, and with a roar of thunderbolt, the diners turned around instantly in shock.

"What are you doing?" A diner put down the chopsticks in his hand, pressed his cheek with a mouthful of unfinished food, and asked fiercely.

On the other end, a diner rolled up his sleeves, first said to Scarface, "If you're not an acquaintance, let me go." Then he turned his head and raised his chin at Wilmer, "Do you need help? The little boss's brother."

Scarface looked around at the circle of people with unkind eyes, confused.

It's really hard for him to see this battle of guarding cubs, if he hadn't eaten before, he would have thought that this vast area was full of Nianhua's guards guarding the tavern.

Chopsticks are like sword sticks, dishes are like stones, everyone is staring at them.

"It's okay, it's considered acquaintance." As soon as Wilmer opened his mouth, the diners around just stopped, eating their own food, and continuing to chat in full swing.

"This... let's take a step to talk." Scarface didn't dare to make another move, and led the other party out the door.

"What's the matter?" Wilmer asked.

Scarface pointed at the person and made a gesture.Three people stood up at the round table in the corner and walked towards them.

"It's nothing, you rescued him that day, and we will give you the agreed reward. Also, I have something else by the way, and I want to discuss it with you."

There is a secluded place behind the tavern, a low tree half the wall height stands quietly, and everyone gathers under the tree.

Scarface was the first to take out a heavy bag and handed it to Wilmer, who rejected it bluntly.

"It's okay, then I'll keep it for you first." Scarface tucked the bag back to his chest, and squinted his eyes, completely free from the embarrassment and embarrassment of being rejected.

"That's right, little brother. We saw you use magic in the magic forest that day... It's the dark element, right? We can all feel it."

"Actually, it's not just magic." Scarface took a few steps closer and whispered, "My brothers are also from the dark cave. We can smell the breath of your undead race."

Wilmer's eyes froze immediately, his brows were frowned, and his eyes were full of defense.

Seeing that the other party did not have the normal reaction of a fellow countryman seeing a fellow countryman, Scarface was dumbfounded.

At this time, a burly and strong man also took a step forward, nodded slightly, and said solemnly: "In fact, we were sent to the ground by the dark camp to recruit soldiers."

"A few days ago, we found out that you are very skilled, so we thought that if you can come to the dark camp, it will be a great help to us."

The man spoke politely, he did not try to get close like the scar-faced man, but formally recruited Wilmer, and then explained the treatment and the situation on Blood Moon Day.

During the process, the defense in Wilmer's eyes faded a bit, but his expression never let up.

At the end, seeing that the young boy was unmoved, a man with a thorn in his hand also joined in, persuading him earnestly.

Scarface spoke dryly. From the beginning to the end, he kept staring at the young man's eyes through the mask - but in the end, there was no ripple in his heart, and he secretly regretted deeply.

I thought today would end in failure, but suddenly I heard the boy say: "If you are in a hurry to go back to the dark cave, then forget it. If you are not in a hurry, let me think about it for a few days."

Scarface was overjoyed, he exchanged glances with the muscular man, and then nodded repeatedly.

"No hurry, no hurry." He said happily, "You can think about it for a while, is ten days enough?...OK, after that ten days, we will come to Nianhua Tavern to find you again."

"Then what, little brother, what should you call me? Also, can you let us see your appearance again, so that we don't remember clearly."

After finishing speaking, Scarface couldn't help but want to slap himself hard.It's hard to forget the face of the boy opposite, this is really a bit nonsense.

The boy just scanned them all one by one, and then took off his mask.

"Wilmer." He said the name.

……

After the person left, the scarred face was still stuck in the aftertaste of the shock of beauty.

The stabbing hand turned his gaze to a person, that person had sunken cheeks, a long and pointed chin, but his body was much plumper than his face.

"How's it going, Micah?" the captain asked the pointed-jawed man.

Micah was in a daze, as if he had seen something incredible. "Like, so much like..." he murmured.

"Like who?" the assassin asked eagerly.

"His eyes, which look like tens of thousands of people's blood, and his mean but beautiful thin lips, are very similar to Rosalind..."

"Rosalind?!" The assassin widened his eyes in shock.

Once reminded, the captain finally recalled the familiar source. "Yes, it looks like it was carved out of a mold."

"She was our best fighter and leader." Micah's voice was heavy and soft, full of admiration.

The stabbing hand said: "But she is also a disgrace to our dark camp..."

"No, it's not." Micah faced the assassin, shook his head slightly, and said vicissitudes of life, "You are still young, child. There are some things that cannot be determined by just one situation."

"If Rosalind and that man can really leave a child, not as good as the rumors say, that would be a good thing! She will be very happy..."

At night, Bobby walked with Alena for a day's work, and he was so tired that he wanted to crawl.Quickly finished the meal, said hello, and went to rest.

At the dinner table, only Holly and Wilmer were left.They each carried the rice bowl in their hands, and the air was filled with silence.

Hawley was a little slow in picking up vegetables for Wilmer, but the latter couldn't react, mouthful after mouthful, and he didn't know how many peppercorns he ate.

The two have their own concerns and are deeply trapped in their own thoughts.

"Today... what happened to the person who came to you in the tavern?" Holly asked.

After hesitating for a moment, and finally making up his mind, Wilmer took a deep breath.

"It's a long story, it was a week ago..."

He told Holly everything without omission, from the experience of Tian Mozhi in the rainstorm to his willingness to come to find someone today.

Holly listened silently. He picked up the tender chicken, and brought the soup into the rice, mixed with the numbness of rattan pepper, and brought it into his mouth in one bite.

The chicken is so tender that it hardly needs to be chewed, and the skin is springy and soft.When the tip of the tongue touched, fine numbness surged up one after another.

The rice neutralizes the pure taste bud stimulation, and brings out the delicious aroma of the pepper chicken.

Holly frowned when he heard that Wilmer was fighting against the soul-absorbing flower, and then suppressed the urge to interrupt and remind the other party not to act recklessly.Because he knows that what is more important is behind.

Another spoonful of stewed beef soup was pressed into the mouth, and the warm soup soothed the tongue, but it couldn't suppress the emotions deep in Holly's heart.

At the end of the story, Holly remained silent.

Putting down the spoon and crossing his hands on the table, he asked, "What's your answer?"

"..." Wilmer didn't respond immediately, his right hand was hidden under the table, and his thumb began to tap his index finger again.

He looked up anxiously, only to see Holly staring at Tang in front of him with his eyes downcast.

"I told them it would take a while."

"...I believe that you have your own reasons for making this decision."

Wilmer didn't expect Holly to answer so quickly. Their eyes met, and Wilmer's heart was shaken.

Because, in the imagination, the other party's anger and disappointment are gone.When those green eyes looked over, there was encouragement and expectation.

"So, can you tell me the reason why you want to go to the dark camp? If possible, I would like to know your past."

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The author has something to say:

The content of the dream is what actually happened to Wilmer, so I will stop here.

感谢在2021-10-1902：01：42～2021-10-2000：39：15期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of longevity;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!