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Mill stared at the letter in a daze. It was indeed Slade's handwriting. The ink dripped down the edge of the table and stained his shirt, but he didn't realize it. His eyes were getting sore and his heart was beating wildly. Then, because he was too excited, his breathing also seemed to be short of breath.He heard footsteps in the corridor, and suddenly started to panic, the desk was a mess, the letter written by Slade had been soaked in ink beyond recognition, he rubbed his eyes, turned around in a hurry, Slade happened to push the door in .

"You're here? Sit down first." Slade closed the door, and suddenly realized that something was wrong with Mir, "What's wrong with you?"

Mir lowered his head, trying to keep his voice calm: "I'm fine."

After he finished speaking, Slade had already walked in front of him, and stretched out his hand towards him with a serious expression, as if wanting to test the temperature of his forehead, Mill subconsciously turned sideways, and Slade frowned, Looking over his shoulder, he saw the mess on the desk, but he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and whispered, "Don't worry, it's just a bottle of ink."

Miller bowed his head and said nothing.

"I'll clean it up later." Slade still thought he was guilty of spilling the ink, so he sighed softly, "I have something to tell you."

Mir's heart trembled slightly, and he remembered the incident when he met Palmer in the stable just now—could it be because of the incident last night that Slade deliberately entrusted Palmer with the delivery of the goods? of it?Slade was repelling him, and Mill was oblivious to it all, lost in his own silly dreams.

He was even more sad, he couldn't understand why things turned out like this, Slade's expression looked so flat, how could he say that he wanted to talk to him so nonchalantly.

Slade was standing in front of Mill. He was about the same height as Mill. Unlike the well-proportioned knight who had been trained for many years, he looked thinner.Ke Mier knew that he was not a weak mage, Slade was a very brave warrior, and he was a partner who could trust his back with peace of mind.

Mill didn't know why he suddenly thought of this. Slade was leaning over him. He was wearing a thin linen shirt with the neckline slightly open. Mill lowered his head, and from his angle, he could just see the deep collarbone. .The early summer afternoon outside the window was a little sultry, and Slade's breathing seemed to be right next to his ears. Mir stared at him blankly, and the base of his ears turned red bit by bit.

"I have something for you." Slade whispered. He stretched out his hand, opened the drawer of the desk behind Mill, and took out a small dark red box with a simple appearance.

Mir thought of that bottle of perfume again, feeling depressed, lowered his head and asked in a low voice, "What is this?"

Slade frowned. The current situation was really different from what he had imagined. He thought Mill would at least be pleasantly surprised, but Mill's interested look made him hesitate. After hesitating for a while, he put the box in the Mir opened in front of him.

Inside the box was a silver pendant, which looked very familiar. It was very similar to the eagle of Callas that Palmer had shown him, except that the lines of the eagle at the end of the pendant were much softer. The eagle spread its wings high, and a shining dark blue gemstone adorned its chest.

What does this mean, welcome him to officially join the mercenary organization "Falcon"?After what happened, Slade suddenly took out this pendant, which only made him feel——Slade was soothing him.Despite last night's accident, even though Slade already has a sweetheart he wants to pursue, he still wants to keep Mill in the mercenary team.

This was tantamount to a deliberate humiliation for Mir. His anger was suppressed in his heart, and he roared to find a breakthrough, but Slade didn't notice it. He put the pendant on Mir himself, and his cool fingertips slowly Rubbing on his neck, Mir's voice trembled, but he gritted his teeth and asked forcefully, "What's the deal with Palmer's commission?"

"You don't like doing it," Slade said.

Slade had tried so hard to convince him, and he might have made a promise, that Mill couldn't take Slade's answer.

Slade frowned slightly, and said again: "You are not suitable for any entrustment at the moment...you can listen to me to finish another matter first, okay?"

Not suitable.

Mir's nose was sore, and the sockets of his eyes turned a little red uncontrollably, which was really embarrassing, but he couldn't hold back his emotions, he covered his eyes with his palms, and he didn't even have the courage to look up at Slade.

Slade looked at him in surprise and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Mill rubbed his eyes heavily, raised his hand and pushed Slade away who was close at hand: "You don't need to say it, I understand everything."

His voice was choked with sobs, and no matter how hard he tried, there was still a hint of crying at the end of the sentence: "Don't worry, I won't tell that matter."

Slade frowned and said, "What did you say?"

"I will leave Falcon as soon as I get back to King City." Mir said, "You don't need to bother to drive me away."

Slade looked at him, his usual calm expression finally changed. He reached out to grab Mir's wrist, but was pulled away violently. He watched Mir quickly flee from his room as if seeing a devil, suddenly Remembering that Mir was a knight in training for years—no one could force him unless he wanted to.

The author has something to say: Thank you Bu Liuhu and Lei _(:з」∠)_