About Me Being Picked Up by Tallulah for Adoption

"Ooooooooooooo!!!"

The dislocation was healed.In an unknown frontier village, in a deserted room where no one lives.

"I didn't expect this piece of clothing to be able to play its own role one day."

Tallulah sat at the table, looking at the tattered, but still "Ursus noble military uniform" clothes with some self-mockery.

"'Going out to investigate the situation on the border, the helpless noble lady and her bodyguard accidentally fell off the cliff due to a snowstorm' - I don't know if the villagers who believed in this reason are more outrageous, or they can make up this reason Sister Tazi, you are even more outrageous..."

Orson was lying on the bed beside him, complaining softly.

"Thanks to the blizzard outside, this reason seems a lot more real, doesn't it? Although also because of this blizzard, the time for us to reconnect with the settlement will be delayed a bit later."

Tallulah looked out of the window that had been covered with ice. Although it was already early morning, due to the violent snowstorm, the outside looked like a cloudy sky.

"I hope Shuangxing and the others are fine, that kind of guy feels that only the old patriot can follow the gestures-cough cough cough!"

Orson drank water while worrying about the situation of the settlement, but almost choked and coughed.

"Be careful, the origin stone in the infected person's body will spread faster as the ability is overloaded and activated. Like the unreasonable way of using the ability just now, if you use it forcibly without fully mastering it, it will be harmful to the body. The damage was very serious.”

Tallulah signaled Orson to take a good rest. The previous adjustment to the "concept" of his own shadow seriously consumed Orson's experience and physical strength.

"At least there are still lives that can be used to hurt... Speaking of which, what is that thing? Although it looks like a person, it always feels that it is not in the same dimension as us."

"Emperor's Blades—they are the last and most powerful force beside Emperor Ursus. These guys, who are no different from weapons, serve Ursus unconditionally. Each individual has experienced countless battles... or massacres, The number of deaths in their hands is already beyond the comprehension of ordinary people."

Tallulah gently explained this unrealistic and ominous existence that is more like a ghost story to most Ursus residents.

Recalling the extremely short but suffocating confrontation with the emperor's inner guard, Orson is still in a cold sweat and afraid. That thing easily killed a whole team of infected people and search and rescue teams. He even has the ability to confront them head-on. nothing.

But it's only "temporarily" not there...

Orson clenched his fists and began to think about how he could become stronger.

"Speaking of which, Sister Tallulah, you seem to seldom deliberately take the lives of those pickets or other hostiles. Is it because you are afraid of expanding the dispute?"

During the period of following Tallulah, Orson had more or less contact with the picket team. Although there were occasional casualties, more often Tallulah just beat the opponent away with force. The later "tyrant" Tallulah was very different.

"On the one hand, it is true. Being too aggressive in Ursas will only provoke the army group, and no one will be able to survive. But on the other hand - because someone once told me that violence is not able to solve all problems Drugs, but violence will make users have an inseparable dependence. If I kill ordinary people who could have avoided death, it will be the time when I completely abandon my heart. At that time... maybe I will never There's a way to go back."

Tallulah spoke lightly.

Tallulah's goal is to "enable the people of this continent to live together with the infected." She firmly believes that all people have good intentions, and those evil deeds are caused by the oppression of the external environment. As long as she can change This continent, then people will no longer have disputes and violence.

"Is that Alina the one who told you this?"

Orson curiously asked Tallulah whether these thoughts were told by Alina.

"...It's time to tell you about her, too."

After a brief hesitation, Tallulah made up her mind and told Orson all the experiences, exchanges, and emotions between this "unknown friend" and herself.

"Alina, she is not only my best friend, but also the beginning of everything I do. If I am the initiator of the guerrillas, then Alina has been with me from the beginning, and is equally important as the initiator. One of them. And the most important point is that she used to be my 'insurance', I used to firmly believe that as long as Alina is still by my side, the curse of the black snake will never take effect."

Tallulah looked at her palm, and the touch she felt when she pierced the black snake was like a curse lingering on her body.

"You ever asked me, what is that 'noise' right? That's the person I hate the most, who tried to raise me to be a hypocrite aristocrat, a schemer, an executioner, a tyrant, a person who whitewashed atrocities with lies and righteousness ——Koxiqie. It is the person who still haunts me after death and casts a curse on me."

Tallulah clenched her fists tightly, her anger towards the black snake was indelible no matter what.

"His curse, that 'noise', will continue to wear down and affect my will until I doubt myself and swallow me whole. At first I dismissed the curse, I believed in my own efforts To be rewarded, I believe that I can leave something to this continent according to the independent will and method of the individual 'Talulah'."

Tallulah was a little silent when she said this. She looked at the snowstorm outside the window, but she still couldn't see the road ahead.

"But Sister Tallulah, you are beginning to realize that your efforts are like spilling hot water outside the door, and it is impractical to speed up the arrival of spring?"

Orson spoke for Tallulah what she hadn't been able to say, and Tallulah didn't contradict the metaphor.

"Just like this, I gradually realized that I couldn't change anything at all-no, my view of this continent is changing. Alina used to tell me what I should insist on and what I should believe in. But in After she passed out, all I could do was spew hot water, flames, and blood meaninglessly, and watch them disappear into the ice field."

Tallulah's expression was lonely and helpless. There was no one in this room who needed to pretend to be a fighter. Therefore, this young dragon showed its fragile and anxious side.

"Initially, I wanted to use the belief of changing the continent and changing the fate of the infected to gather soldiers and let the entourage fight hard according to their own will, but the patriots told me that this would not work."

"Initially, I wanted to lead the infected to the south, because there are lands where green shoots can grow, and slopes where golden sunlight can be seen. But Froststar told me that this would not work."

"Initially, I wanted to tell the infected people living in makeshift villages that this continent should not be so cruel, and that infected people can also pursue their own future. But those infected people told me that this will not work."

"In the beginning... what did I want to pursue? I can't recall it, and I don't think that memory is meaningful. I dare not face Alina again, because I am afraid that I have already been caught by that black line. Snakes occupy me, and I have long been unknowingly running counter to my original self-in that case, will she still comfort me? Will she be completely lost to me like this? Will she start to regret following me back then? Leaving her own village? Will she... feel that what people like me do is meaningless?"

Tallulah's voice was already trembling, those tiny "doubts" gradually accumulated and gathered in countless days and months, and finally buried deep in Tallulah's heart, those self-doubts were like another kind of curse, making Talula even lost the courage to find Alina.

"Whether the other party will hug you or ridicule you depends on your inner opinion, Sister Tallulah, but if we want to get the answer, there is only one way for us, right? Since you don't know what you want to do next What should I do? At this time, I should go to Alina even more. I am just a bastard teacher who relies on making up stories in the final analysis. Mental counseling is such a difficult thing, and it should be handed over to a more professional person."

Orson got up from the bed, he looked at Tallulah and said sincerely while enduring the pain in his chest that seemed to have a hole in it.

"Besides, no matter what you choose, I will trust you. It has nothing to do with those political ambitions or grand goals. I just simply trust you, Sister Tallulah."

"—why, Orson?"

Orson's incomparably sincere trust made Tallula a little shaken.

"Because you saved me, from that hell, from the pile of dead people, you saved me like that."

Without hesitation, Orson directly answered Tallulah's doubts, and Tallulah smiled when she got the answer.

Yes, it is different from my own goals and those political ideas.The young man in front of him has been following him just because of the existence of "Talulah", just like Alina.

Perhaps, this is one of my most precious gains.

Looking at Orson in front of her, Tallulah finally understood why this young man was also a special existence to her—"Actually, it wasn't just you who was saved, Orson. Maybe I was the one who was saved too." one of the people."

"...?"

Orson looked at Tallulah in confusion, not knowing what she meant by her words.

"What happened to the infected people in that village... If I had witnessed it with my own eyes, I didn't know what choice I would make."

Tallulah looked away from the window, she looked at Orson and said softly, and her previous anxiety eased a lot.

Because of the existence of Orson, a survivor who seemed to have slaughtered those "troublemakers", Tallulah did not focus on those infected people who died unexpectedly, avoiding the last straw that might have crushed her.

"You are right, Orson. If I forget how to move forward, then I will seek help from others. My original goal is to hope that ordinary people and infected people on this continent will smile."

Tallulah shook her head, wanting to shake off all the uneasiness and fear she had accumulated before, and welcome a brand new tomorrow.

"We'll go back when the snow stops, Orson. And then we'll think about tomorrow—"

"Be careful!!"

Orson had been passively turning on low-frequency monitoring in a small area before. Although the range and frequency of detection had been weakened due to his current physical condition, he still sensed a few figures approaching outside the window immediately.

Those figures did not pass by here, but stopped by the window, and at the same time took out some kind of props with a bowstring structure.

It's a crossbow--

Orson yelled and got up from the bed and pushed Tallulah away from the window. Almost at the same time, the sound of glass shattering and crossbow arrows piercing through the body broke the silence.

"Uh...uh, cough!"

Orson clutched his abdomen, where a half-submerged crossbow bolt was inserted.

Before he could say anything, Orson slumped on the ground covered in cold sweat because of the severe pain. This was a hotter and more painful experience than the hunger that his life was gradually passing away before.It's like someone pouring hot oil on his abdomen, he can't even exhale air, he can only passively inhale into his body.

"What are you doing—!? We obviously won't pose any threat to you!"

"I'm ashamed to say that with that sword with me."

The guy who seemed to be the village chief looked at the big sword in Tallulah's hand that was already chipped and worn with contempt.

"...I see, it's always okay, right?"

Talula threw the long sword to the group of villagers, and the village chief looked at the great sword that had stabbed Ke Xiqie to death with a smile on his face after taking it.

"It looks like it can be sold for a good price."

"I'm no longer a threat, hurry up and stop Orson's bleeding!"

Tallulah spoke loudly, but the villagers were unmoved.

"What else do you want to do?"

Looking at the few villagers with sinister smiles in front of her, Tallulah realized something. These people were not "justifiable self-defense" at all.

"Aren't you nobles? No, it's the same even if you are nobles. It's okay for a few nobles to die in this wild place. Anyway, all your things belong to me."

The village chief raised the crossbow and aimed it at Tallulah.

"—"

Tallulah's mind went blank at this moment, not because of fear of the status quo, but because of anger.

This village has sufficient reserves of resources, and there is no trace of the picket team coming, and it has even prepared a way to resist the cold winter season.

These people are not desperate people, they have a pretty good life.

But even so...

Greedy, short-sighted, illogical, cold-blooded, just because of the petty profits that are unknown in front of them, they use this joke to kill people.

They didn't know what kind of revenge they would incur if they attacked the "nobility", and this group of people didn't think about the karma they would bear after killing someone.

They have never thought about anything, even if life is not difficult, they will kill strangers and people who have expressed no hostility for unreasonable reasons.

This is the person you want to save?This is the one who pulled the trigger on Orson?

"You guys—"

Tallulah raised her hand tremblingly, she has the ability to burn this village to nothing, and she intends to burn this village to nothing.

At the moment before the purgatory fire engulfed the village:

"【pause】"

Orson, who fell on the ground, stretched out his palm with difficulty, and the shadow named "rest symbol" turned into a solid body, directly penetrated the head of the village chief, and completely exploded it from the inside.

"... Huh? What, something fell on my face...?" "Ah... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!?" "

Following the sudden death of the village, the rest of the villagers fled the room immediately.

"... Orson!"

With no target to burn, Tallulah could only retract her palm, and turned to look at Orson, who was lying on the ground and his breathing was getting weaker and weaker.

"You can't kill them—isn't that what you said... This continent is worth saving, but... some people are not worth it... These people, leave it to me...Talulah, you, keep yourself of……"

"Stop talking!"