clumsy mouth

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Mir immersed himself in the hot bath water, the fog in front of his eyes, his thoughts were scattered, and everything in the bathroom was both real and unreal, like a light dream—if it was really a dream.

He let out a whimper from his throat and buried his head in the water.

Everything that happened last night was slowly played back in front of Mir's eyes. The suffocation caused by the lack of oxygen made his chest dull and slightly tingling. He left the water and took a big breath.

What on earth has he done?

Slade took the initiative to invite Mill to join the mercenary team "Falcon" after hearing that Mill was kicked out of the Knights. Mill has always been very grateful to Slade for not listening to the rumors of the Knights and choosing to believe him. He has always tried his best to play a qualified The role of a mercenary, but last night he almost ruined it all, he was angry at his own lust and stupidity, thinking uncontrollably - what would Slade think of him?Too slutty or unreliable?

The hot water in the tub gradually became cold, and he had to climb out of the tub. The discomfort made him frown. He dried his body with a towel, picked up the clean clothes that were put aside, and heard a faint sound from the bathroom. There was the sound of scuffling footsteps outside.

Mill draped the clothes over him quickly, buttoning the last button of his shirt before the door opened.

Palmer poked his head in from outside the door holding the tub, and looked a little surprised when he saw him, but he quickly grinned and said to him: "Sorry, there was no sound in there just now, I didn't know you were there. "

Mill answered him, "It's okay, I'm just going out."

Holding the tub in one hand, Palmer leaned against the door, watching Mir tidy up his clothes, and asked him curiously, "Did Slade ask you to take a bath?"

Mir's heart trembled, and he hurriedly raised his head to look at him.

"I drank a little wine last night, and he said that I smelled of wine, it was too stinky, and it affected our image, do mages like to be clean so much?" Palmer complained to him, pouted, "Yes With Slade here, we are probably the neatest mercenary team."

It seemed that Palmer didn't know anything. Mir breathed a sigh of relief, but he was not in the mood to joke with him. He walked past Palmer, but Palmer stared at him curiously and asked, "What's wrong with your hand?" ?”

Mir looked at his hands, the sleeves of his shirt didn't completely cover the suspicious bruises on his wrists, and his face couldn't help turning slightly red, he didn't know how to explain it, but Palmer gently She sighed with emotion: "Is the chain armor worn out? When I was a child, my mother also wanted to send me to the Knights for training. I'm so glad she didn't do that."

Instead of correcting Palmer, Mill listened to Palmer's reminiscences of his childhood and complaints to Slade, and refuted him word for word in his mind.

Palmer said: "The commission is over. Why doesn't Slade let me drink? I've never seen a man as prim as he is."

No, you never know when danger will strike.Slade was clearly the wisest man alive, Mill thought.

Palmer seemed to realize that he was being too wordy, and he asked awkwardly, "You haven't had breakfast yet, have you?"

Mill replied, "Not yet."

Palmer grinned at him: "The bacon and toast in Mrs. Bate's breakfast are always delicious. It's the first time you stay in her hotel, you must try it."

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Mill walked down the old creaking stairs towards the hotel lobby. The smell of food wafted in the air, stimulating his already empty stomach. He saw Slade sitting at the bar with the other members of the mercenary team On the side, he couldn't help but stop, and turned his head to go back.

Yet someone had found him.

It has only been a few days since Mir entered the mercenary team. Teammate Dora wanted him to integrate into the group as soon as possible, and she has always been very concerned about him. When she saw Mir walking down the stairs, she smiled and beckoned him to come over and have breakfast with everyone.

Mill felt terribly embarrassed. He hadn't figured out how to face Slade, but he obviously couldn't run upstairs without saying a word, and Dora would be very upset.He had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk over, hoping in his heart that his walking posture was not too strange. After all, he still felt very uncomfortable. When he sat on the hardwood high stool, he couldn't help frowning.

Mrs. Bate put breakfast in front of him, smiled and said to him: "Honey, you should eat more, you are too thin."

Mill thanked Mrs. Bett in a low voice, and turned his head - Slade didn't pay attention to him at all. Slade held a letter in his hand. Judging from the wax, it was from Clarissa, the lord of Luya City. personal correspondence.Mill remembered that the countess had entrusted Slade to bring her the potion of Singila, which was an addictive contraband, and Slade had obtained enough goods for the countess, only a few minutes away. Send someone to deliver things.

Luya City is very close to here, and you can go back and forth within two days on horseback. There are many outposts along the way, which is very safe. They came to the current city in the last commission, but Slade was worried that Luya’s city guard captain would The contraband was found from the cargo and caused unnecessary trouble to the mercenary team, and the potion was not sent over for a long time.

Slade also knew that, as a former knight, Mir was familiar with most city guard captains.

Mir hated these drug addicts. He was in charge of investigating and disposing of this potion. He had a very bad impression of those drunken guys in Singira's den. If possible, he didn't want to do this, but Slade would The scale of wandering between good and evil is well grasped. He does not reject this kind of noble hobby that is extravagant and can bring them rich rewards. He spent a lot of effort to persuade Mir to give this potion. Last night Shang Mier finally agreed, but then the irreversible thing happened under the magic of the succubus.

Mir stared at the golden-colored fried eggs on the plate in front of him, poked open the semi-liquid yolk with a fork, embarrassed and embarrassed, but perked up his ears unwillingly, expecting to hear his name from Slade.

But Slade didn't seem to notice him until he had finished his breakfast.

How could Slade be so calm when something like that happened?Frustrated, Mill hung his head down and fiddled with the remaining porridge in the soup bowl, thinking that if Slade didn't want to bring it up, he could of course not.

Slade finally finished reading the letters. He raised his head, his eyes fell on Mir, frowned slightly, and asked him across the bar: "Why are you up?"

Mir was stunned holding the spoon, and Slade spoke to him!But Slade's expression was too severe, he was at a loss for a moment, and he didn't even understand the meaning of Slade's words.

Slade only asked him repeatedly: "Aren't you resting?"

Mir's eyes widened.

Slade must be angry that he asked him this question so seriously.Mill thought that he got up late this morning, the good schedule he was proud of was defeated by a whole night of indulgence, and Slade didn't like the existence of lazy people in the team, probably because of Slade's reprimand It was too straightforward, and everyone's eyes fell on Mir. Mir's face flushed instantly, and he stammered a little from nervousness. He stiffened his neck and said, "I'm sorry, it won't be so late in the future."

Slade looked at him with complicated emotions in his light blue eyes. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something to Mir, but before he could make a sound, someone pushed the door open and walked straight towards them.

The man was muscular and tall, and the hideous scars left by the scorching on the back of his hand were printed in the shape of an inverted triangle. A dagger was inserted in the leather case around his waist, and a wooden skull carved into the handle was inlaid. Zhu, the hotel became extremely quiet for a moment, everyone turned their heads to look at that person, and Mrs. Bett looked very scared, and even wiped the glass a lot less.

"Your Excellency Slade." He saluted Slade, "I welcome you on behalf of Mr. Icart."

Such respectful words did not match his rude appearance. Mir frowned at him, not recovering from the shame just now. He vaguely felt that the name Ikart was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he heard it. over it.

Slade returned the salute very politely: "I'm honored."

The man handed a thick envelope and a small box to Slade: "Mr. Icart is waiting for your reply."

He saluted Slade again, turned around again, and left the same way.

That's right, Ikat, Mir finally remembered, Ikat is the leader of the bandit gang in Kaya City, how could Slade get involved with this kind of person.

"Mr. Slade," muttered Mrs. Bate in a low, complaining voice, "how did you know that fellow?"

Dora couldn't help pointing to the small box and asked curiously, "What is that?"

Slade opened the envelope. Inside was a sheepskin map and a letter. He looked at the map carefully, then raised his head and asked, "Where's Palmer?"

No one answered.

Mir had no choice but to whisper: "I just saw him in the public bathroom."

Slade glanced at him again, frowning slightly, and Mill always felt that there was something deep in that gaze.

"Dora, please come to my room with Palmer, I have something to tell you." Slade said, looking at Mir who was averting his eyes, and added, "Mir, later you Come along, I need to talk to you."