Crimson Servant

John's attempt to invite Raven to join the team was based on an intuition, and this intuition also prevented him from feeling a little discouraged or disappointed after being rejected by the warrior. The warlock pursed his lips tightly and watched the tall warrior pass by Barnes and completely disappear into the night. He turned sideways and looked at Barnes. The captain's leisurely expression was the same as his.

Raven would come back, and John felt a strange conviction in his heart.

"How does it feel to miss a powerful warrior?" Barnes was even in the mood to tease John, which made John certain that this guy must have done some small tricks secretly to tilt things in his favor.

"Isn't that something the captain should consider?" John pushed the question back, and the cunning middle-aged man showed a mysteriously proud expression as he expected.

"He will come back, and he will definitely board our ship!" Barnes said with certainty. He took his hands out of his pockets, stepped onto the table in two steps, and performed his own impromptu dance amidst the cheers of the people around him. dance steps.

By the time the two of them left the Sea Dog Tavern, the bottom of Barnes' three-cornered hat was already covered with a thick layer of gold coins. The hotel where the two rested was on the side of Levipool away from the fishing port. It was relatively quiet and more conducive to rest. Unfortunately, they were not the only two travelers who had the same idea. John was only given a narrow attic room with only a small round window, and had to share it with Barnes.

The captain was already lying on the single bed, his head and feet hanging out of the bed frame like a piece of meat on a grill. Of course, John didn't want to compete with this disheveled guy for the children's bed. He found the driest floor in the room and lay down, with the moonlight outside the window shining right in front of him. There was a kerosene lamp in the attic, but John had decided not to pay a penny more to the lazy and rude innkeeper.

Barnes was already snoring rhythmically, and John was very envious of his ability to fall asleep quickly in difficult circumstances. In the past, John would hear the sound of gravity squeezing his bones in the silent night, but now his strong energy is used in other ways. One way to achieve his insomnia.

John looked at the cool light that filtered through the window glass and fell on the frost-like floor, scratching every dent in the wood and projecting a small piece of pale and peaceful world in the dirty darkness.

Two hours later, John was awakened. The moonlight deflected and touched the heel of Barnes' bed. John sat up and looked up, staring at the blue-grey tiles on the sloping beams. A few minutes ago, a continuous noise appeared on the roof. John thought it was the movement of mice and ignored it. When the noise appeared for the second time, he could no longer regard it as the innkeeper's negligence.

The annoyance of being disturbed and the curiosity combined drove John to push open the dusty small round window, and it took him some effort to climb out. At this time, the moon was above his head, and its pale cold light dyed every tile into pearly white. John stepped on it and crawled toward the sloping roof lightly. He didn't dare to exert force, thinking that he had to at least persist until he saw the source of the sound and thought about how to deal with the other party.

John's fingers finally touched the air above the tiles. Four fingers were bent and hooked on the roof. Just as he was about to turn over with all his strength, a familiar sound floated over from the other side, and a rhythmic tapping sound danced under the moon. .

A white hand grabbed the warlock's wrist, and a huge force lifted him up. John smelled a scent as his vision rose, and he was held hostage to feel the soft body under the leather jacket.

She grabbed John's hand and clamped his lower back with her other hand. With great strength and amazing flexibility, she moved John to step on the palm-sized tiles and spin in circles with her eyes closed.

The brief confusion made John instinctively match her dance steps. As a result, the skilled moonlight dancer seemed to have found the feeling, and her movements became bolder and more tense. The feeling of weightlessness and vomiting was churning in his stomach, but thanks to Mariana's training, John could still keep up with this madman's dance steps.

Finally, after jumping over a chimney and climbing over two rooftop clotheslines, this crazy dance ended behind John's waist.

The long silver hair brushed John's face, and there was not a drop of sweat on his clean face. There was a smile in his green eyes, his full lips opened and closed, and his warm breath breathed on John's neck.

"If there was a kiss, this would be perfect."

"Let go of your hand." The dagger pressed against the woman's neck pressed slightly, and the coldness of the blade was enough to calm people down.

Vivian Odiz hesitated for a moment and released her arms around John.

"It's your loss."

She was expecting the embarrassment of the man who lost his support and fell, but the result was beyond her expectation. The man who leaned back under the moonlight stood up unnaturally and without any gravity, not even bending his knees during the process of standing upright.

Vivian looked at John with surprised eyes, and easily caught the dagger thrown back with her right hand.

"Vivian Ordiz." The female ranger introduced herself easily, as if she were meeting a long-lost friend. "You dance very well, we should have more contact."

"I'm not interested in you." John looked around with his peripheral vision and found that the hotel's sloping-roofed house was a hundred meters away. This crazy woman led him across more than half a block over eaves and walls.

Vivian showed a playful expression. She would not lose confidence in her flawless appearance. The person in front of her was either pretending or he had his own intentions. But no matter which one it was, Vivian lost the interest to continue chatting. Her enthusiasm also waned as the dance ended. In fact, she was actually surprised in her heart by her proactive attitude towards this man.

"Good night." Saying goodbye politely, Vivian jumped to the edge of the roof lightly.

"Wait," John called to her, "I hope I won't hear any more dancing on the roof tonight."

Vivian paused for a moment, and then realized that this wonderful dance began with a misunderstanding. Devoted entirely to art, she mistakenly regarded the palm sticking out of the roof as an invitation. She readily accepted it and was pleasantly surprised by the other person's professional-level dancing skills. While Weiwei An apologized, she couldn't help but make excuses for herself. Who made their cooperation so flawless that she regarded him as her companion at night.

She secretly cursed that it was... amazing that that terrible loft was actually rented out.

The female ranger's jumping movements suddenly became much more brisk.

When John Kemp returned to the loft, nothing in the room had changed. Barnes still had the same movements and sounds. He closed the door tightly and lay back on the cold floor. The moonlight outside the window was obscured by the floating clouds, and the light entering the room was hazy like a veil.

John closed his eyes and recalled the hidden excitement of that ridiculous time.

At first he gave in to his instincts, but after the dance became more intense, he still got into it.

Because he saw a familiar shadow in that joy.