Proposed by the most beautiful you in the world [Comprehensive]

In the eyes of outsiders, the jailers of Château d'If are mostly cold-hearted people.

They were used to howling all night, and the horrific scenes that happened all the time in this extremely harsh prison, as if they had never heard of the curses directed at them.

However, people are not born with such a hard heart. Under the rock-like face, there is still a little humanity that can be classified as sympathy.

The jailer in charge of a certain area is one of them.

However, among so many vicious prisoners, he only had a little sympathy for a young prisoner code-named No. 34.

There is no other reason. No. 34—after the code name was given, the original name of the prisoner has long been forgotten—has come to this remote place of cannibalism at a young age, and is accused of being a "fanatic rebel".

When the jailer took over the job, he was fortunate enough to witness the whole process of the young man from self-confidence to despair and madness. Now, he is not going crazy, but simply has an unknown serious illness and is bedridden all day long.

The jailer's little sympathy for the young man didn't change anything, although he still remembered how docile and polite the young man was before he went mad, and he didn't have the slightest resemblance to those real dangerous elements.

All he could do was to apply for slightly better food for the prisoners than usual, and walked into the dark cell with chipped plates and bowls.

Incidentally, a condescending glance to see if the poor young man still had the strength to get up.

—Oh, obviously, he's much better.

The jailer was quick to think so.

Because, before he was about to put his lunch on the sloping table against the wall according to his habit, the prisoner who was like a corpse the day before had left the bed, grabbed the bread on the plate, swallowed it hastily, and eagerly Grab the bowl and drank the rare hot soup in one gulp.

jailer:"……"

What happened afterwards further proved that the prisoner's condition had improved too much.

No. 34 made a request to him with a more impatient attitude than when she kept trying to talk to him in the past.

"My kind sir, can you give me a basin of water and a handkerchief, I can't wait to wash myself clean, maybe it can make my illness heal faster."

No. 34 begged bitterly, as if without this basin of water, he would immediately pass out in pain, "If I can still let me shave off these damn beards, that would be great!"

jailer:"……"

The gentleman, who was caught off guard by great enthusiasm and anticipation, was silent for a long time, and finally the prisoner reluctantly agreed to convey this request for him.

No. 34 should be the first person to make such a request in recent years.

After all, after staying in the dark hell for a long time, who cares about whether their clothes are disheveled, whether there is a strange smell on their body, and whether their beard is too long?

Finally, thanks to the serious situation of prisoner No. 34, the warden was in a good mood, so he allowed the prisoner to bring him hot water.

Of course, the portion was small, and the requested handkerchief was replaced by coarse cloth cut from nowhere.The jailer himself brought him a little bar of laundry soap.

The last request was not granted because they were afraid that the mentally unstable prisoners would suddenly violently seize the razor knife as a weapon.

When seeing the water basin and coarse cloth, No. 34 seemed a little disappointed, but soon expressed his gratitude to the jailer excitedly.

The jailer stared at him in charge of cleaning himself: carefully dipped the coarse cloth into the water, lifted it, wrung it dry, stretched it, and wiped every corner of his body, even under the fingernails, with such a solemn expression, as if he was receiving a sacred blessing. baptism.

Afterwards, the prisoner washed his congealed and matted hair with half a basin of water that he had saved as much as he could, and the beard that could not be shaved was softened by the comfort of the water.

Up to now, although there are still some imperfections, and the figure is still too dry and thin, but generally speaking, No. 34 has completed the transformation and has a human appearance.

"You seem to be more energetic." Putting away the empty water basin, the jailer who was about to leave glanced at the prisoner who was back on the bed, and there was a vague surprise in his words.

No. 34 nodded, thanking the jailer again for his kindness.

"All right. That's all right," said the jailer.

Before he closed the heavy prison door, he said dryly: "I wish you can stay in a good state for a while. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, I thought you were preparing for a date with some beautiful girl."

Afterwards, the jailer left, so that there was no chance to notice that when the prisoner huddled in the corner heard the last sentence, his whole body trembled, and then his body temperature suddenly rose, and his extremely pale face, which had not been exposed to the sun for a long time, was immediately covered. There was an inexplicable blush.

He seemed to have recalled quite a lot of experience at this moment, causing his mind to slacken, his hands and feet were weak, and he began to fidget after a short trance.

Dantès, whose name was replaced by "No. 34", finally couldn't bear it anymore. He rearranged the bed with little bedding at all for the tenth time, but he still couldn't get rid of the mildew and sour smell rooted in it.

God knows how uneasy he has been since this morning.

Even though he had tried his best to clean himself up, the inferiority complex that was as rooted as the musty smell still made him uneasy.

Just in the morning, not long ago... a holy and beautiful god took pity on him, descended to his side, and graciously accepted his predicament...

Countless still images flooded Dantès' mind uncontrollably.

Miracles happen here.

He fell completely into the embrace of the sea that he missed so much. This is the fate that sailors cannot resist.

He was almost obsessed with touching the sweet lips of the god, but suddenly, an urgent sense of guilt came over him, making him sweat instantly, and he couldn't believe that he had made such an offensive act unconsciously .

"...Blood...Blood, blood, blood!"

Struggling and shouting like this, the torment he suffered was unimaginable, but fortunately, the merciful God didn't mind redeeming him again.

"I don't recommend this option, because your weakness, master... is not much better than mine. However, if you insist..."

"Don't worry, master, you will be fine."

……

Dantès moved back to the corner of his bed again, and sat stiffly.

There was still an inconspicuous scar on the wrist of the left hand. In the morning, the blood flowed out from here, but the amount of bleeding enough to kill a weak person did not cause any adverse effects on Dantès.

The daydreams are not over yet, his thoughts are flying, unconsciously reminiscing——

Not long ago, the face that seemed to be condensed by the bright moonlight was stained by the splashed blood, and the eyes gradually showed a flowing look, adding to the suffocating surprise.

However, what was reflected in those bright eyes was his embarrassed and messy face.

"boom!"

Dantès slammed his head against the wall, and from his throat came a moan that was almost anguish.

In fact, until now, he still hasn't figured out what kind of miracle happened to his lucky self.

The exact answer seems to be not far away.

But he still needs to wait patiently, because...

His benefactor, the "God" who was deeply imprinted in his heart after a glimpse, was not by his side at this time.

——After an hour and a half, Airlie finally came back.

The blue mass flew slowly to the window where the iron bars were still there, squeezed hard, and finally squeezed the over-round body and some over-sized object into the narrow gap.

Bang!

Suddenly returning to his senses, Dantes was shocked to find that something flew over, drew a graceful arc, and hit the iron gate.

The thing bounced back immediately, landed on the ground, swung its tail vigorously, and opened its mouth desperately to breathe under the air surrounding it.

Snapped!

This time the sound came from another source.

Airlie the Seagull swooped down and stomped aggressively on the head of the lively "thing" with its tiny claws, almost covered by the downy underbelly.

"Master, this is the most nutritious sea fish I have caught recently."

Birds are not willing to have expressions, but Dantès can see some inherent rigor from the small head of "Seagull".

"The only surprise is that he's too restless," said Airlie the Seagull disapprovingly.

It wasn't enough to step on it once, so I continued to step on it-until the vigorous fish fluttered a few times and finally stopped moving, the petite paw moved away in satisfaction.

Seagull Airlie also magically conjured an iron basin, which was probably stolen from the jailer or the warden: "Just use it for lunch. Master, you need to supplement your nutrition."

Dantès: "..."

"Good, good."

It took a while for the tongue to return to its usual flexibility. Dantès watched the magical bird, but still couldn't connect it with—his god.

It’s ridiculous.

However, it is also a good thing for Dantes.

If another form appeared at this time, I'm afraid he would be too ashamed to speak at all.

So, with trepidation, he asked uncomfortably: "Before then, I still have a lot of doubts...can you answer for me?"

"Please say."

"I remember that you denied the identity of a god, saying that you are a heroic spirit. How noble is a heroic spirit? Did you come here to rescue me from the sea of ​​suffering? Oh, no, I still remember...you were forced to change Now, what should I do to help you?"

He has always been full of respect for Ellie, and without knowing it, reversed the identities of master and servant.

Airlie said: "I am your servant, and I can be regarded as a familiar who can do anything for you. Your status is higher."

Speaking of which, there is actually a problem with his name.To anyone, including the supreme king, Airlie used the flat "you", and he never realized what was wrong, and no one reminded him.

"Master, all you can do to help me is to eat this fish, and after raising your body, you will be able to provide me with more magic power."

Dantès half understood: "Ah..."

His mind was as confused as his, and he didn't pay attention to how Airlie the Seagull cooked the poor fish: with a little loss of magic power, he cooked the fish directly with the magic of fire, and put it in the basin.

That's it.

Dantès was stunned for a second, then he was aroused by the strong aroma of the grilled fish, and immediately devoured it hungrily.

After he finished eating the most delicious grilled fish in his life, he was surprised to find that figure that haunted him...

Actually came to him again.

"Twenty and 10 minutes after lunch, according to the laws of human life, it's time for a lunch break."

This is Airlie, strictly following the work and rest time of each stage.

He stretched out his arms to the poor prisoner who was stiff again but couldn't look away at all, and learned the lesson from yesterday, and asked him: "Master, do you still feel cold?"

"I can keep holding you."

Dantès: "..."

He wasn't cold at all, and he wasn't sleepy at all.It's just because no matter how resolute and cruel the heart is, I can't refuse this suggestion.

but.

When he was really stiff and hugged tightly by the heroic spirit, and his light breath brushed through the hair on the top of his head, Dantès changed again.

He was swept away by drowsiness almost in a second, and fell into the first peaceful and beautiful dream after coming to the prison.

After the Master falls asleep.

Airlie lowered his eyelids, looking at the Master's still frowning brows, and a little sweat came out from between the brows and sank into his temples.

Sweat is also a bodily fluid that can provide magic power to the heroic spirit. The severe lack of magic power caused the uncomfortable heroic spirit to faintly blacken.

Want to sneak a lick...

Forget it.

He held back with great difficulty.