Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

Wilmer took the dagger and pulled out a gray horse from the stable.

The oblique light reflects on his mask, outlining his delicate and smooth mandible angle.And the beads of her lips were slightly swallowed up, forming a line.

During the time he stayed in the dark camp, he developed a habit: once he couldn't see Holly, he would play with the necklace.Stare at the oval pendant from time to time, and look at the dragon tears in the small pink jar.

It is mixed with Holly's blood, and under normal circumstances, it is pink like sunset.When the vital signs fluctuate, the tears will change color and tend to become transparent.

Just now, he inadvertently saw that the pink color of the pendant had faded slightly.

It was an extremely subtle, almost imperceptible shift.

However, Wilmer stared at it a thousand times with his naked eyes, and he was no longer familiar with the color of the pendant—he was sure that the pendant had changed, and this was the first time in several years.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately set off, galloped on his horse, and headed towards Longyi Fort.

The spring breeze was too cold, and the gentle caress that usually melted into bones was now fragmented, piercing Wilmer's limbs like shattered iron.

His hands couldn't bear such delicate lingering, and were trembling quietly.

Breathing the broken iron, they competed to drill into the soul core.

The path he chose was the usual one taken by Lord Donovan when he sent guards to escort Hawley back.

As for why he didn't take a shortcut... Hawley sent him a letter yesterday, saying that he could go home tonight.

Wilmer counted the time. He should be on the way back at this time. He didn't dare to bet rashly and miss the chance to meet Holly.

But he was already galloping, and the gray horse was as fast as the wind, leaving a hoof of dust.He was chasing time, the twilight was dim, and it didn't affect the speed below him at all.

Why didn't you go with Holly... His lips were cold, and there was a storm in his red eyes.

He didn't dare to imagine what happened to Holly, he just wanted to appear beside him immediately.

The state of mind is like two hurricanes fighting each other.

Shouldn't he be let go?As long as the sight cannot be tied, Holly may be in danger alone.

He won't like this, you know that.He should not crawl, let alone be tamed... If he is in danger, he can save it.

"..."

No.

Wilmer's soul core was surging with waves that had never been exposed before.

——Hawley should be tied up, and even if he encounters a risk, he can bear part of it for him.Without softening his legs, knocking out his fangs, cutting off his claws...

Just a net, a dark, boundless net: cut a piece of skylight out of it, let him think that he lives under the sky, and then rest in his arms with peace of mind.

If you are in danger, block him first.Use the river formed by pools of blood to create torrents for him to escape.

Instead of being like now... Damn, where is the person?

If the bastards Donovan sent couldn't protect him... no, Wilmer, he wouldn't allow you to think that way.Hide it.

Pendant - The color of the pendant still appears abnormal, although it is not obvious.

What happened to Holly?

The night is dyed all over the sky, and the surrounding things are hidden in the darkness.The horse ran tirelessly, its eyes were gray and decayed.In the deepest part of the pupil, there is a trace of black smoke.

Suddenly, the horseshoe slowed down and turned around.

There is a wide and gentle slope ahead, and Wilmer is at a high place, looking at the sparks on the right front.

He saw the campfire, and a few sporadic figures running back and forth.

He recognized the all-too-familiar outline almost at a glance, took the rein, raised the horse's hooves, and galloped towards the bottom of the slope covered with bare rocks.

……

"alert."

Holly put away the healing white light and looked up the slope vigilantly.

The captain of the guard immediately reminded everyone in the team.After a fierce battle, he was very convinced of Holly's judgment and command ability, and he generally obeyed the orders of the knight commander.

Several people did not dare to take it lightly, they were attacked by bandits just now, they thought the enemy turned back again.

The saber was unsheathed, the bow and arrow were drawn, and everyone was ready to go, but Holly suddenly said: "Wait, it's okay, put away the sword."

"He's my...brother."

Hawley recognized Wilmer's gray horse, and the captain of the guard tried to stop him, but he couldn't catch up with Hawley.

When the two really approached, Wilmer just got off his horse and didn't show any other aggressive behavior before the captain of the guard ordered to stop.

Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the two embraced tightly.

The guards could see how bright Holly's smile was, as if the evil god who had maimed an enemy with his sword just now disappeared out of thin air.

"It's not a dream... It's really you. Hey, why are you here?" Holly couldn't hide his joy in his voice.

"I've come for you. . . blood."

Wilmer scratched his left ear with his finger, a bloody smear.

"It's okay, it's not my blood."

Wilmer could smell it naturally, the undead were particularly sensitive to the smell of blood and death.

"They're dirty." Wilmer's eyes were always fixed on Holly, and the mask and the night helped him hide some of the emotions in his eyes well.

Hawley was stunned for a moment, then pretended to be angry, and pressed his body tighter, trying to let all the "dirty" on his body rub off Wilmer's clothes.

"You despise me? Okay!"

He raised his wrist, wanting to smear the blood on this brat's pretty face.Unexpectedly, as soon as he got close, he was immediately restrained.

He rolled up his sleeves and looked - there was a bloody mouth on Holly's forearm that was as long as his index finger, and blood was gushing out.

Both were stunned.

Hawley didn't take it seriously, tore off a piece of cloth from his outer shirt, cooperated with his teeth, and neatly tied the wound tightly to stop the bleeding.

"The wound is not deep, it's just a little bit of flesh. Fortunately, you helped me find it."

This only means that the pain is more than one place, otherwise how could it not be found?

"Why not use light magic?" Wilmer frowned, looking at the blood stains on the side of his palm.

"I was not very lucky before. I ran into thieves, and a group of people came to us. We didn't have any casualties. We beat them away with a little touch, so don't worry." Holly said lightly.

"It's just that the mana consumption is a bit high, and I have to heal them later."

In fact, Hawley hides a good part of the content.For example, there are a lot of thieves, and it seems that they are planning to gather to block the way.

Although the "quality" is very different, there is a big difference in strength due to the large number.

Hawley knew that he was a "bard"-this was some of the game professions he had traveled through the previous world-the bard's duty was to bring buffs to his teammates and boost morale, and the role of the light element was exactly that.

It’s all here, it’s a pity to waste it!

In this seemingly disadvantaged situation, the power-enhancing light element actually comes in handy.As a result, the well-trained guards went crazy, winning more with less, and lasted until the end.

Fortunately, there is still a fundamental difference between Hawley and a pure "bard": he is better at beating people with a sword, and he is barely a warrior wearing a nurse and a bard.

The two of Hawley talked, and the guards went to rest on their own, watching them secretly from the corner of their eyes.

Suddenly, the captain of the guard felt a chill on his back, and turned his head hastily.

The captain of the guard felt aggrieved when he was stared at by Boss Holly's brother inexplicably.

"Everyone has exhausted a lot of energy, so we plan to take a break." Holly turned around and took a few steps towards the fire, only to find that the big skeleton didn't keep up, and stood there in a daze.

He raised his chin, motioning for the other party to follow.

Wilmer still didn't move, but a pair of rabbit eyes could move, staring at him.

what happened?

Hawley tilted his head slightly, not knowing what Wilmer's situation was.He had a plan in his heart, and his green eyes flashed with teasing.

Get closer to Wilmer again, and turn him to an angle that the guards can't see.

"You still think I'm dirty?"

His voice was low, as if deliberately showing loss, with an ambiguous ending.

Untiing the water bag around his waist, Holly helped Wilmer rinse his palms.

The last drop of water was quickly poured away, leaving a little blood on the surface.

"The water is gone, and there is no river around." He said regretfully.

"Just a moment."

After finishing speaking, Holly took Wilmer's hand to his lips, and quickly and gently sucked the flesh of his palm.

He did it neatly, as if he was bandaging himself.

"Is it still dirty?"

Like a statement, without allowing the other party to answer, Holly smiled in his eyes and turned to leave.

Wilmer was completely stunned, all his senses were still damp and warm just now.

Tongue... He woke up like a dream.Holly sticks out his tongue, and along with his lips, sweeps away his own blood.

The perpetrator fled beside the fire and continued to cast healing spells on the wounded guards.

His eyes seemed to glance at Wilmer's position inadvertently - the silly boy was still standing, thinking about something.

Holly didn't know what to think about.shocked?scare?Or... the drunken night not long ago.

Holly's smile didn't fade away, and the guard didn't dare to look any further, but felt terrified, because he thought of the bloodthirsty appearance of the black-haired young man before.

And the smile above his head actually made him associate the two together.

……

Defeating the thief was a small episode. When he got home, Hawley carefully checked other wounds on his body.

He asked Wilmer to dip into the white wine and help him touch the small cut on his back.

The guards had chain mail, but he didn't, and a serious fight was as good as being naked.Fortunately, it was only a minor injury and nothing serious.

Wilmer was drinking and disinfecting in the back, while Hawley sat cross-legged and talked eloquently.

"There will be a good show tomorrow. Quentin is shooting himself in the foot this time, but he didn't hit us hard enough. He failed to kill us, and he will suffer a lot later."

He spoke smoothly, with a relaxed and natural tone, as if he didn't feel pain at all, or he was used to it.

"It doesn't matter if Quentin didn't make a move. If he made a move, it would mean completely tearing apart Donovan. But he lost. At least, he handed Donovan a knife right now."

Wilmer was exceptionally silent today. In the past, he only talked more in front of Hawley.

No sound could be heard when stones were thrown into the water, so Hawley didn't care, and talked vigorously by himself.

He asked: "I didn't ask on the way, why did you want to come here?"

"...Necklace." Wilmer cherished words like gold.

Holly could hear a strain in his voice.

"Oh——" Holly sighed, suddenly realized, "If you didn't tell me, I wouldn't have realized it. My rabbit is so smart."

The last sentence was a raving that he pretended to slip out of his mouth accidentally.

Sudden pain came from his back, he clenched his teeth and tried to hold back.

Seemingly also aware that the attack was too heavy just now, Wilmer muttered "Sorry", and became more careful in his next actions.

"You care about me so much? You can see the abnormality of the pendant all at once."

Behind the ear was Wilmer's heavy inhalation.

Resisting the pain and laughing, Hawley played tricks on the other party and tortured himself enough.

Although he didn't play enough, he couldn't push people too tightly, he resisted the desire to tease.

The application of the medicine soon came to an end. After the two of them packed up their things, Holly stood up shirtless and undressed.

Originally, they thought they would enter the room separately, but a hand suddenly fell on the top of Wilmer's head.

There is no trace of charm in this movement, just rubbing the top of the head twice.

"Thank you today." Holly's smile was wanton and clear, "I have always cared about you."

After touching, Holly waved his hand and went upstairs.

Wilmer looked at the back for the last time: the muscles were tight and beautifully embedded under the wheat-colored skin.

The several red marks are the kisses left by the sword tip, extending from the broad arms to the flexible wasp waist.

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The author has something to say:

It's a pity that Wilmer was picked up by Hawley very late.The three views of Little Skull were first shaped on the ground as slaves, monsters, etc. He has seen too much and experienced a lot, so these cornerstones cannot be easily chiseled.

To make an analogy: the above environment and energy are a pile of handmade mud.Holly came and helped him knead the mud into a better shape and paint it with a nice color.

But in essence, handmade mud is always handmade mud.As the clay maker—that is, Holly, whom he regards as a treasure, once something goes wrong, the clay sculpture will not collapse, but will reveal its original color.

I don't know if everyone can understand... All in all, Wilmer is actually a black sesame glutinous rice ball, and the core can't be changed.

He is not purely pretending to be good, Holly has a deep influence on his concepts and thinking.

Coupled with emotional dependence, it will cause another negative impact at the same time: Holly becomes his rational switch.

These are some explanations and supplements to Wilmer's mental activities in this chapter, in order to avoid some possible misunderstandings.