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Mir's mind was in turmoil, and tears were rolling in his eyes. He fled the room, not knowing where else he could go. He was worried that Slade would follow him, so he simply ran downstairs , stepping on the stairs in a hurry, the old wooden boards gave off unbearable pain, someone in the hall looked at him curiously, then he suddenly stopped, put his face down, and walked quickly with no expression on his face go out.

A smelly drunk was lying on the wooden table nearby, muttering and humming, yelling for Mrs. Bett to serve him another glass of spirits from time to time. Mill walked by him and heard vague words from him. Qing Qing’s lyrics——Karas’ eagle, Karas’s eagle, magic shackles my steps, but the steeple can’t imprison my thoughts, please pass my love to his heart—is that broken bird again.

Mir has never hated a bird so much, why is this broken bird all over the world?He walked out of the hotel angrily, the pendant on his chest shone in the sunlight, and then he remembered that he was still wearing the pendant that looked like a pillar of shame. He tore off the pendant viciously, and threw it into the In the weeds.

When the pendant was torn off violently, the silver chain collapsed on the back of his neck, as if it was being pulled hard in his heart, and everything was in pain. He stood by the roadside in despair, looking at the man who was taller than a human being. The haystack was like falling into an abyss, without a ray of light, he was dizzy, and finally couldn't help sobbing in a low voice.

That was the only gift Slade gave him.

He hated himself, his body always made some actions that violated his inner dignity and morality, he quickly knelt down on the ground, desperately crawled into the straw pile, and groped hard to find the thing under the surprised eyes of passers-by. A pendant—maybe that's what he really thought, he loved Slade deeply, even if Slade didn't respond, even if Slade didn't care about him at all.

After he was expelled from the Cavaliers, he was imprisoned in a dark and damp dungeon to spend the darkest ten days of his life, but Slade got the news from nowhere. Running for him and defending him in the trial court, he was released. He still remembers the scene when he was released. Slade stood outside the cell door, stretched his arms to the dirty and tired him, and comforted him in a low voice. It's all over for him.

If it wasn't for Slade, those damned bastards would never let him go so easily. He thought that what Slade did for him might just be out of kindness to his friends. Slade has always been good to everyone , but he just couldn't help adding some romance or naive fantasy, telling himself—at least Slade didn't reject him.

Mir finally found the pendant that Slade gave him in the haystack. He stood up, holding the pendant in his hand, covered in grass clippings, messy clothes, black and ash stained on his face, looking embarrassed, but the sapphire on the pendant was The quiet color is reflected in the slightly drunken sunset, like the pupils of Slade's eyes, and it's like drowning in it after a little gazing, but Slade's eyes are lighter and different from the gentle lake blue. It looks more fickle.

He shouldn't have been delusional.

Mill carefully put the pendant in his pocket and walked slowly back to the hotel. He saw Slade talking with Mrs. Bate in the lobby, so he quietly went around to the back door of the hotel and sneaked back to his room from the kitchen. After locking the door, he breathed a sigh of relief, but he couldn't calm down his mood no matter what.

What to do next?Keep hiding from Slade until they return to King City?He flapped grass clippings off his clothes, distracted, wondering if he'd run into Slade by accident if he slipped to the bathroom.He raised his head and found a bouquet of roses in a vase on the table, placed in the middle of the table, the color of the flower was deep red, the color was so beautiful that it almost melted into the air, the petals were stained with water, which was very eye-catching—and in the morning When he left the room, the vase of flowers was not there yet.

His first thought was Mrs. Bate.It should be that when she cleaned the house, she put a flower in it, and forgot to put the vase on the edge of the table. It was just an ordinary house decoration, but at this time, the flower that symbolized love was no different from the most piercing flower in his eyes. Ironically, he took a few steps to the table, took the rose from the vase, and tore off the petals one by one. When he finally realized that his behavior was too weird, the flower was bald and only the thorny flower remained pole.

Mir threw the flower pole on the table. He knew that his clothes were covered with grass clippings, but he had no extra energy to clean it up. He collapsed on the bed exhausted, half asleep and half awake when he heard someone knock on his door. He was very sleepy, turned over and went back to sleep, and the people outside the door did not make any more noises. Mir slept until dawn. Thinking of the sound from outside the door last night, he wondered if it was Slade who knocked when he came back. opened his door.

Mill sighed, maybe he was just dreaming, or some stray cat scratched the door, how could Slade knock on his door?Why is he always thinking wildly.

He got up from the bed, the mattress was covered with grass clippings, and he was so guilty of adding to Mrs. Bate's workload that he decided to clean it up himself, which took him most of the morning, etc. After taking a shower, changed into clean clothes, went downstairs hungry, stood at the stairs and quietly looked out, saw that Slade was not in the hotel lobby, and then went out.

Mrs. Bate prepared breakfast for him as usual, and asked him considerately why he always got up so late these two days. He casually made excuses to prevaricate, and couldn't help asking Mrs. Bate where Slade had been.

Mrs. Bate showed a little dissatisfaction: "He followed the man yesterday, how could Mr. Slade know those guys."

Mir thought of Icart's letter, and naturally he also thought of Miss Margaret. He lost his appetite and took a few bites of bread, but it tasted like chewing wax. He had to put down the food and left the hotel in a hurry.

He wandered around the street for a few times, perhaps because of the gloomy sky, there were not many people on the street, all of them were in a hurry, covering everything with gray, Mir seemed to be holding a stone in his heart, and was crushed hard Panting, he didn't know how long he had walked, turned the corner of the street, and happened to see a delivery carriage covered in rags approaching.

He sideways to avoid, the movement was a little slow, the coachman glared at him with fierce eyes, Mir lowered his head, and moved to the wall, but he heard the sound of whimpering from inside the cargo compartment—as if he was blocked by something Mouth and can not say a complete sentence, but there are indeed people inside.

Mir looked at the carriage in astonishment, his bony ankles that were chained and chained were faintly exposed between the rags covering the carriage. Suddenly, he remembered that he left the sword in the room, and - he forgot that he was no longer a knight.

Even if he is still a knight, so what, the cruelty of reality always impacts his catchy beliefs and virtues when he was studying in the church.He watched the carriage drive out of the street and turn into a dark alley, the stone in his heart became heavier in an instant, he couldn't breathe, leaned against the wall, dejected, feeling that all the Everything, everything sucks.

Mill didn't come back to the hotel until the afternoon, and Slade still didn't come back. Mrs. Bett stood in the hallway clearing up the cups and saucers. When she saw Mill coming in, she greeted him, frowned and hesitated for a moment, and then she spoke to him again. : "Mr. Mill, is there something bothering you?"

Mir still hadn't recovered from the great disappointment. He stared blankly at Mrs. Bett, not knowing why she asked such a question, and even more worried about whether she had discovered something.

Mrs Bate said: "I found a bunch of petals in your room."

Mir's face turned red, he even forgot to clear the table in the morning, he felt that this was a very embarrassing and shameful thing, he couldn't help being embarrassed, blushing and apologized to Mrs Bate: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't add you work."

"If you have any troubles, you can tell me." Mrs. Bett smiled at him gently and concernedly, "Don't be bored in your heart."

Mir blushed and couldn't stop nodding. Mrs. Bate continued to clean up the cups and saucers on the table. Mir couldn't wait to leave. He looked down at his toes, and apologized to Mrs. Bate again in a murmur: "I'm sorry, thank you for your flowers. .”

But maybe his voice was too low, Mrs. Bett didn't respond, Mir felt even more ashamed, turned around in a hurry, and ran up to the second floor, while Mrs. Bett raised her head behind him, frowning at Mir His back disappeared at the top of the stairs, murmuring to himself in confusion: "...what flower?"