Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

Holly and Wilmer sat opposite each other, silent for a long time.

The dishes and soup on the table condensed into a layer of white fat, and the voice of the narration had been on the ground for a long time.After clearing the dining table, they didn't say another word until nightfall.

At night, after taking a shower, Wilmer saw that the candles downstairs were still on.He walked down the stairs and saw a figure from behind, silently facing the table, with two wine jugs empty in hand.

"Don't drink, it will hurt you too much." Wilmer stepped forward and took the wine cup from Holly.

As soon as he lowered his eyes, he met a pair of drunken green eyes, with red at the end of them.Seeing him, a thin layer of mist quickly rose from the pair of eyes.

Wilmer was at a loss for a moment, and the wine cup hung in mid-air, just like his heart - it was the first time he saw Holly showing this appearance.

"...it's okay." Holly hiccupped and pulled out the chair next to him, "Come, sit with me for a while."

After talking about sitting down, Wilmer nodded dully, like a puppet, with all his heart hanging on the other party.

"sorry."

Wilmer was even more flustered when he heard Holly say this, and his hand holding the wine glass was shaking.

"I'm sorry..." Hawley said, "After listening to you talk so much in the evening, I couldn't hold back any comforting words for you."

"No...you don't need to apologize, it's all over."

"The scars are all there, aren't they? But I opened them myself."

At some point, Hawley took the wine glass away again.After Wilmer reacted, he wanted to regain it, so he stretched out his hand directly.

And Holly was about to put the cup to his mouth, and for a moment, Wilmer's finger brushed his lips.

Soft, moist and wrapped in bouquet.

Both of them were in a daze, Wilmer quickly withdrew his hand and put it under the table as if being burned by the candle flame.His thumb rubbed that place unconsciously, and his mind couldn't help recalling the softness just now.

Holly suddenly laughed. He supported his head with one hand and drank all the wine with the other.

"I'm sorry about today's incident." He said vaguely drunk.

"I really didn't expect..."

He really didn't expect that his former brother, now... relatives, would have experienced such a thing.

In my impression, in the previous life, people's evaluation of Wilmer was undoubtedly full of "frightening" and "killing like hemp".

Although the relationship became inexplicably close afterwards, Wilmer never confided half of the past to him.

——"Are we friends?" One rainy night, he was outside the cage and asked each other.

——"That's right. Anyway, you're the one who walks the closest." Wilmer, who was an undead knight, replied in the iron cage.

Even though he was the closest, Wilmer didn't choose to take the initiative to tear open his scars and tell him the bloody past.

He suddenly understood what Wilmer said to him in the previous life - "We are very similar."

They both had similar experiences and had the same purpose - "revenge"; however, due to the situation and the status quo, they had to stay in their respective camps.

A sleepy bird, really a sleepy bird.Holly murmured, coming to his lips from the bottom of his heart.

"what?"

Wilmer's voice brought him back to reality.

Hawley looked at Wilmer, carefully sculpting his face with his eyes.

If he had to believe in the existence of God, then the young man in front of him was the best proof.It is true that only God can shape this appearance.

"It is said that the undead knight was wandering in the world in his early years. When he was a teenager, by chance, the people of the dark church discovered that he had excellent aptitude, so he was brought back to the dark cave.

"In just a few years, this bone has climbed to the position of deputy head of the undead army.

"His strength is obvious to all - cutting people like mud, and stepping on the corpses of countless members of the light camp. All the battles he led the legion to participate in, no matter whether he won or lost, at least he could cause the light camp to suffer a great deal of headaches."

The subordinates' discussions were vivid in his memory, and Hawley couldn't help but think of the rumors.Of course, after questioning later, it was also confirmed by Wilmer himself.

With this appearance, if he hadn't met him in the slave market, how much suffering would he have suffered in the future?

As for the excellent aptitude, I'm afraid it's not much different from the current situation... In his previous life, Wilmer should have had his own opportunities.

Wilmer stared at Holly's eyes and expression, and that weird feeling came to his heart again, but it was only fleeting.

This time, for no reason, he began to feel that the person the other party saw through him was himself.

"You have suffered." Holly stretched out his arm, without any explanation, and took the little skull into his arms.

His chin was lightly resting on the top of the opponent's head, and the fluffy and soft hair scratched the skin lightly.

Wilmer's hand flicked in the air for a long time, not knowing where to put it.His head was a mess, and he prayed Holly didn't hear his thunderous heartbeat.

"You said you wanted to consider joining them, didn't you?"

The voice above his head was soft and low, and Wilmer's ears were a little itchy.

"Hmm." He responded in a low voice.

"Okay, okay...I'll think about it carefully."

Nine days later, the candles in the house were flickering, and the shadows dragged on the ground.

Wilmer stood quietly in front of the door like a statue.After a while, he hesitantly raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Knock down."

Before putting down his knuckles, the door was pulled open, as if he had been waiting for him to arrive.

He stared at Holly in a daze, and the faint smell of alcohol lingered on him.

"Come in and talk."

Wilmer glanced into the room: there was a jug of white wine and two wine glasses on the table.There can't be more people at home, which means that Uncle Bobby has been here before.

He was pushed to the desk by Hawley and pushed onto the chair, and the other party then sat opposite him.Pour a glass of wine and sip lightly.

"I... have thought about it."

"You have considered it."

They spoke at the same time, with similar meanings, and still had such a tacit understanding.No matter past life or present life.

Hawley pressed half of his body against the back of the chair and folded his hands casually in front of his chest.

There was a gentle smile in his eyes as always, but Wilmer could easily see the sadness inside.

"I won't stop you." Holly said softly.

After getting the answer, Wilmer thought he should be delighted.But he didn't, instead the soul core became sour.

He even had the urge to cover Holly's mouth.Then force the other party to say that they don't want him to go.

Bean-sized teardrops rolled down instantly, hitting the ground one after another, fainting with dark brown water stains.

If he hadn't felt the fleeting coolness on the back of his hand after Didi was hot, he wouldn't have realized that he was crying.

"Why are you crying again?" Holly wanted to laugh, but the corners of his lips and cheeks twitched for a moment, failing to fully reveal the smile.

"Look at you, you're crying like a cat." Holly took out a handkerchief and wiped Wilmer's tears himself, but didn't want to wipe more.

"I believe in your ability, Wilmer." He comforted gently, "You have been studying with Andrea for so long, and your magic ability is far superior to that of my master and me."

"A few days ago, you passed the assessment of an intermediate mage, didn't you? This is something worthy of celebration for all of us."

Naturally, Hawley learned from the locals that day and improved the way of making cakes, celebrating his official compliance with local customs.

Wilmer wept silently at first, then his chest twitched, and weak sobs echoed across the room.

"Your swordsmanship is very good, whether it is magic or weapons, you can get started very well and use them freely.

"I remember that I once complained to you, and I envied a genius like you the most."

Unknowingly, Holly's voice trembled like fallen leaves.

"When I went to the Mozhi Forest that day, I told you a lot. A few days ago, after learning about your experience, I had to reflect on myself.

"Sorry, Wilmer," he said, "'incapable of protecting yourself and others'—I hope you don't take it to heart."

"You are capable enough now. So go ahead and take revenge on those you cherish."

"But you have to remember, as I said before: You are the most important thing. No matter what kind of situation you encounter, you must first protect yourself.

"If you can't even protect yourself, then you have nothing."

When he said the last sentence, Hawley's eyes were filled with endless sadness, as if he was remembering something, and seemed to be just telling Wilmer.

"I see." As promised at the beginning, Wilmer was lucky to survive.He will always remember this promise.

"Almost forgot."

Holly laughed at himself, and quickly took out two chains from his breast pocket.

He picked out a bunch and handed it to Wilmer.

The chain of the necklace in the palm is thin and flat, which is inconspicuous at first glance, but the dark brown rattan is finely crafted.The bottom is an oval container the size of a thumb cap, with a cork on the top, and there is faint liquid in it.The container is transparent, resembling some kind of crystal.

"This necklace is probably the only one in the whole continent."

Hawley said jokingly, and then introduced each other in detail.

"Is the chain familiar? Yes, it was taken from your Andrea mentor's raincoat."

Wilmer opened his eyes slightly, Holly finally laughed out loud.

"She said, this is also one of the leaving gifts for you. More, I will give it to you on the day you leave. The chain is made of special plants of the elves - it is better than dozens of thick ropes." The rope must be tough; at the same time, it is also the softest and skin-friendly."

"Did you see this little jar? Don't worry, it won't break easily if you hit it or drop it."

Speaking of this, Hawley asked Wilmer to listen to him, and whispered, "This is a jar made of polar stone. It took me a lot of effort to get it out of Donovan's hands."

As he said that, Holly couldn't help showing a painful expression.Because of the special nature of the pole stone, he couldn't get it from Donovan in a serious way.

So he had to use high-strength alcohol, which can disinfect the wound, and attached a series of wound care methods-these methods are quite important to the army-and finally exchanged for these two small pieces of polar stones with low magic power.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat, and it may come in handy at critical times.

"Guess what's in it?" Holly asked mysteriously, shaking the bottle.

Wilmer shook his head, his tears had stopped, only the tip of his nose couldn't help twitching.

"It's Miss Zoya's tears."

It is said that during this period of time, Hawley was looking for things everywhere.Zoya knew the news immediately through Pavel, so she took the initiative to pay a visit.

Knowing the appeal, Zoya happily pulled Pavel into tears.The teardrops kept filling the polar stone jar, and Holly was dumbfounded.

In the jar, he wanted to try to mix herbs and wine to make a potion with better healing effect.Unexpectedly, when Zoya burst into tears, what she dropped were golden beans.

"The tears of the dragon clan have an excellent healing effect."

Perhaps, the rumor that "Dragon Clan is full of treasures" is true, at least Holly got two small pots of tears, and was in a daze for a while.

It was exactly the same as Wilmer's expression now.

Hawley once thought, in the legend, can mermaid teardrops really turn into pearls?

Speaking of mermaids... Holly recalled his thoughts.

"Miss Alena was also very helpful." He smiled narrowly.

"Could it be...there are 'mermaid tears'?" Wilmer looked at the palm necklace in surprise.

"Smart!" Holly rubbed the soft hair of the little skull, "Miss Alaina very enthusiastically asked her to paint the necklace with 'mermaid tears'. We are very close to the East China Sea, so Today during the day, I just got it in my hand."

"Fireproof and strong; it contains magic power and has good medicine. This is your life-saving talisman, so keep it safe."

Wilmer didn't understand what a "talisman" was, but it didn't prevent him from understanding that it was something like a holy stone that prayed for blessings.

Next, Hawley fetched two thin needles sterilized with hot wine, and pulled out the stoppers.

Wilmer let him fiddle with his finger, and after pricking it, the blood dripped into the dragon's tears.

Unexpectedly, the other party didn't put back the string of necklaces that had melted his blood, but put it into his arms.

The necklace dripping with Holly's blood was handed to his neck instead, and Holly was asked to wear it for him.

The necklace was cold, especially the cold jar against the skin, but it made Wilmer's heart burn.

The back of the neck touched by Holly was extremely hot.

"Actually, the tears of the Dragon Clan have a very special function." Holly said as he tied a necklace for him, "After blending into the blood of one party, it can show the state of life of this person."

"When the tears are still pink, it means that they still exist in the world; if they become transparent, it means that the owner of the fused blood has died."

"Even if we are far apart, the necklace is always effective."

"You know, the dark cave does not allow creatures on the ground to enter, otherwise I will definitely go with you."

"Now, there is only one way for me to look after you. After you leave, you can see me too."

Holly held the pendant on Wilmer's chest in his palm, lowered his head slightly, and kissed lightly on the necklace.

"Let it stay with you instead of me."

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The author has something to say:

The last piece of blood and the necklace will be sent to my relatives and friends first.

Me: "Writing here, it's a bit bitter, that is to say..."

Relatives and friends: "Good poke..."

Me: "Yes...I want to suffer..."

Relatives and friends:?

Relatives and friends: "I want to say that it makes people feel warm in their hearts. Our sentence has not been sent yet, but your sentence came."

I'm dying laughing... my mother's filter is yellow