Dad, he is addicted to raising cubs

The atmosphere turned out to be more rigid.

For the Kuruta people who live in seclusion in the deep mountains and old forests and have supported each other for so many years, it is impossible for a few casual words from outsiders to disintegrate their tribe and create a gap between them.

Osamu Dazai’s words angered them instead. Some of them are probably the irritable type at ordinary times. Let Xueman and the others take a look at what the freshly baked red eyes look like.

"Please wait."

Tsukishiro Yukiman took a step forward, and blocked Osamu Dazai, who was full of hatred, behind him, "I should have something left by Arnold before he left here, but it was a long time ago, I have to spend Find some time."

"And this patriarch."

He looked at the frowning man and reminded him, "Before I find it, please restrain your clansmen and don't attack us without authorization, otherwise you may not know which side will be injured."

In front of everyone, Xueman opened a gap in the air and started a difficult journey of searching.

For commemorative things, Xueman specially opened an independent space for storage, but he has been to too many worlds, and the number of people he has met is incredible. Not to mention anything else, he has kept so many Cubs, and one thing that every cub likes is to buy various gifts from outside for Xueman.

Just like Osamu Dazai, he wished to bring all the best things in the world to Xueman.

In their eyes, Xueman is a standard person who is strict with himself and treats his cubs leniently. He can wear a coat for several years without buying new ones. When something is completely unblinking.

In addition, Xueman also provides top-notch resources for the cubs. No matter what they want to learn, Xueman can magically find the best teachers for the cubs to ensure that their talents will not be wasted.

Therefore, the cubs who are so cherished by Xueman, even if they know that Xueman is not short of money, these cubs who know how to repay their kindness will not let Xueman pay for their own enjoyment.Once they have a way to realize their abilities, they will spontaneously start to give back to Xueman.

These gifts were naturally treasured by Xueman.Under such circumstances, Xueman wanted to find an earring in a small box from the pile of gifts, how painful it was.

"...If I could foresee this day, I would definitely put that box in the most conspicuous place."

Squeezing between her eyebrows, Xueman continued to search.At the beginning, he never thought that Arnold would never return, so Arnold took off an earring and gave it to him, just as the other party gave him a token that he could visit the Arnold's tribe-although it was not until the snow Man left, this token did not play its own role.

"How many things are there?" Osamu Dazai glanced curiously along the cracks in the space. Just a glimpse of the leopard in the tube let Dazai know how huge the workload is, "...Is this too much?"

It is a piece of cake to say that it piles up into a mountain.

"I saved so much before I knew it."

Xueman sighed, he was not willing to despise the gifts that others gave him, and he could put them in the special space, every gift was full of the gift giver's heart, and he couldn't bear to waste it, "If you stand tired If you want, you can sit next to me for a while."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Osamu Dazai shrugged, and under the defensive eyes of the Kuluta people, he stepped lightly across the line in the middle, "We have traveled all day, even if foreigners are not welcome, I will provide you a meal, Kuluta The special meals of the Ta people are always available."

"Madam over there, your husband has carried so many things on his back for a day. Compared with us, he is the hardest one."

When these people gathered around, Osamu Dazai determined through the reactions of individual people that they had an intimate relationship with Jack, and then screened out the level of intimacy. At this time, it was quite simple for him to point out Jack’s wife, " Say yes, Jack."

He smiled and looked at the man beside him.

Jack smiled wryly, he was indeed hungry, and his stomach grunted just in time.

"Matthew, you go back first and ask someone to prepare dinner for them."

The patriarch glanced at Jack, and his gaze never left the three people across from him. Regarding Moira's statement that "Jack is brainwashed and controlled by others", he can judge the truth by himself-Jack is still the Jack before leaving the clan. , the patriarch can be sure.

Therefore, it is acceptable for the patriarch to provide dinner to his own clansman and the two accompanying outsiders. He specially ordered the clansman who was the most emotionally unstable. With the time to leave as a buffer, he would not expose his red eyes so quickly.

The priest who didn't know when he half-closed his eyes also nodded, "Kurapika, you and Mash are together."

"is teacher."

The only child present, a boy with a handsome face like an elf, nodded respectfully, and the earring on his left ear swayed slightly.

Osamu Dazai's sixth sense suddenly clicked on him.

——Could it be the other earring that Priest Arnold left for Xueman.

Tsk tsk tsk, even if I regard myself as an innocent bystander many years later, I can still sense what Arnold meant to Xueman. Among other things, I specially gave away a pair of earrings... only Xueman didn't notice anything, and regarded the other party as a pure friend.

"Ugh."

Osamu Dazai sighed, his inexplicable behavior caused everyone to look at him, "I just want to sigh with emotion, what does it mean to strike first."

If he procrastinated any longer, or if he avoided his feelings and disappeared in front of Xueman, he would probably become a passer-by in Xueman's life like all the "pioneers" in the past.

The Kuruta people couldn't understand why Osamu Dazai's emotion appeared, they just understood it literally, the other party seemed to be boasting about his provocation just now?

The atmosphere that had been softened by Xueman's search froze again.

"Dazai, if you are too free, come and help me find it together."

Xueman felt that he was leaving Dazai alone, and before he could find something, the two sides might start fighting—but he purposely found the Kuruta tribe, not for the sake of fighting, okay?

"Okay, okay." Osamu Dazai stepped up to Xueman's side in two steps, "I'm good at finding things, no matter where it is hidden, I can find it."

Yukiman opened up the right to use the space to Osamu Dazai, and he and Dazai were half alone, looking for the small box that went somewhere in the sea of ​​gifts.

The former is looking for it wholeheartedly, while the latter puts more attention on the gift itself: Hey, this is good, I can buy the same style for Xueman in the future, oh, this is also interesting, I want to buy it myself What should I do if I have a copy...

Maybe good luck came to Dazai. In a certain unconscious glance, he saw a palm-sized thin wooden box in the gap of the shelf. Move the things away, "If I find it before you, can I give you some rewards?"

"Anything is fine."

Xueman said quite generously.

"Then keep an account for now, and I'll tell you later when I think about it."

Osamu Dazai put the box in Xueman's palm, motioning for the other party to open it, "I think it's it."

Xueman opened it and took a look. After so many years, the gemstones on the earrings are still as bright as they were just put in the box, especially the feeling that something is flowing inside the gemstones, not just a random gemstone. do it.

"When Arnold gave it to me, he also said that when I visited his house, he must treat me to the most authentic food."

Throwing the wooden box to the patriarch opposite, Xueman said in a nostalgic tone: "It's a pity that I came a bit too late. What I can do now is to put a bouquet of flowers in front of Arnold's grave."

The patriarch who got the earring opened it, and his pupils shrank in shock. He quickly put the box in front of the priest, and motioned the other party to judge whether this exquisite and brand-new earring was left behind by the priest Arnold back then. That's just a couple.

"When Kurapika comes over, everything will be clear."

The priest sighed insignificantly. She knew how special the gemstones on the earrings were. This so-called waiting was just a deliberate delay for a while, and she wanted to admit later that the man with pink hair opposite was Priest Arnold. The person who lived his whole life.

She heard this story from her teacher, who was the previous priest, and this story was passed down from the previous priest. It is said that Arnold, who had carried the fate of a family, faced his family and his beloved. When faced with a dilemma, he chose the former.

From that moment on, Arnold truly became a priest. He gave up his dream of wandering the world with the person he liked, connected the rest of his life with the ethnic group, and never left again.

In the notes that only the patriarch and the priests can read, they can clearly know this, and Arnold's restrained and sincere love is hidden between the lines.Even on the day of parting, Arnold did not confide his heart, but only gave an earring as a souvenir.

Maybe Arnold was waiting for a day when the person holding the other earring appeared in front of him.

It's just that day didn't come until he died.

As a member of Arnold's clan, the priest's perception of "Yuecheng Xueman" is quite complicated, because as long as he reads those few notes, he can't help but want to report some grievances for Arnold: Did you really not see it? , Or do you not want to accept it after seeing it, and pretend to be stupid on purpose?

Especially the priest when she was young, she always fantasized that if one day she could travel through time, she must encourage Arnold to pursue his sweetheart when Arnold was still adventuring with his friends, and not to leave regrets until he closed his eyes.

However, it is impossible to travel through time, and the priest gradually forgot about it; as time went by, she put more thoughts on training the next priest, and the blood that was full of enthusiasm in her youth had already cooled down, and it would no longer affect her. Priest's emotions.

But when "Yuecheng Xueman" really appeared, the priest realized that she would still mind.

The priest opened his eyes, which had been dark green after a long time, like cedar in the deep winter, calm and peaceful, "Outsider, your name."

"Moon City is covered with snow."

The priest's hand holding the cane loosened slightly, and her palms were sweaty due to nervousness, "So you are 'Yuecheng Xueman'?"

Osamu Dazai's eyes dimmed, but he couldn't see clearly in the dim environment after the setting mountain.

"Patriarch, dinner is ready."

Kurapika walked towards the priest carrying a crock pot of soup, and behind him was Matthew who had calmed down. This man was holding a barbecue wrapped in large leaves and a bag of rice balls.

"Kurapika, come here."

The priest waved at the boy, "Take off your earrings."

Kurapika didn't know, so he put down the crock pot and put it in the priest's hand. It was worn by the teacher in front of him on the day he was chosen as a disciple by the priest. on his ear.

One is brand new, and the other is slightly old; but anyone can tell that these two earrings are a pair.

Perhaps because it finally met the other half of the hit, the flowing ball inside the gem seemed to speed up, becoming extraordinarily bright red and translucent.

"Teacher, this is..."

Kurapika's expression was full of astonishment. He was the one who read all the hidden notebooks on the day he was selected as a disciple. Although he couldn't say he fully understood the meaning of the earring, he held another He can still feel a thing or two about the significance of the person with the earring to Priest Arnold.

"They are friends of Priest Arnold."

Knocking down the crutch in his hand, the priest's voice was long and long, as if penetrating the souls of the people present, "Let us let go of our prejudices and welcome them."

With the affirmation of the priest, the patriarch was relieved, and his brows that were frowning not long ago were relaxed. He took the initiative to approach Xueman to show his kindness, and opened the way behind him, indicating that they can come in.

Jack felt the ups and downs in a short period of time, and he almost couldn't lift his breath, leaning against the cargo beside him and struggling to breathe.

"It's so miserable, I'm so hungry that I can't stand."

Osamu Dazai stuffed the dinner that had just been delivered into Jack's hands, and he walked up to Xueman, holding her hand, and the two of them walked into the Kuruta tribe's land that was full of secrets in the eyes of outsiders.

The priest handed over the task of receiving foreign guests to Kurapika, who was still young, and the earrings were returned after inspection, and the brand new one returned to Xueman's hands.

"If you mind, I can return it to you."

Xueman pointed to the other one hanging on Kurapika's ear, "It would be better to wear it in pairs."

"No, this is a gift from Priest Arnold."

Kurapika shook his head, rejecting Xueman's kindness, "Just put it away as before. I think Priest Arnold is more happy to see this scene."

"……Fine."

Xueman had no choice but to put the box away again, and this time he put it down in a conspicuous place, so it would be more convenient for the next photo.

Under Kurapika's guidance, the two came to an exceptionally delicate tree house, which defeated many houses they passed by in appearance.Kurapika took out a key from his clothes, opened the door carefully, and walked in with Xueman and the others.

The three walls of the house are full of books, and a fireplace is built on the side without books. At this time, it is not time to burn firewood for heating, so there is no smoke in the house, but the peculiar smell of paper. Ink smell.

"Are you sure we can live here?"

Osamu Dazai strolled around the house twice, tested the softness of the carpet under his feet and asked Kurapika, "This is not a place where ordinary guests can live."

"The teacher said yes." Kurapika replied, "Besides, Mr. Tsukishiro is a friend of Priest Arnold, so there is nothing wrong with living here."

"There will be a party later, please take a rest here first, I will come back and inform you before it starts."

Putting the key on the corner of the only square table in the room, Kurapika left quickly. After he closed the door, he sighed inexplicably. He always felt that he had grown up a lot in just such a short while.

"Dazai?"

Xueman didn't quite understand why Dazai took down every book on the bookshelf to read, and could only think that the other party was too boring to find something to do for himself, "If you are hungry, I still have some food here ..."

"Don't disturb my reading."

Osamu Dazai waved his hand to signal Xueman not to speak, he was obsessed with Arnold's notes that were both humorous and popular science, and had no time to care about other things.

The corner of Xueman's mouth twitched, and at this moment, he deeply doubted whether he knew too little about Dazai.Since coming to the land of the Kuruta people, Dazai has been bewildered several times, and he feels like a crowd of onlookers who don't know what happened.

You can't even eat the hot mouthful of melon.

Forget it, I'll do my own thing.

He silently took things like bed sheets and pillowcases from the space, replaced the ones on the bed in the house, and took out some things that they might use these days to put them on display, just like this With a little change, the room that was just like a model house just now has a little more breath of life.

During this period, Yukiman could hear Osamu Dazai's laughter from time to time.

—Did you see something bad, why did you laugh so penetratingly?

This is another place that Xueman can't understand.

"Is this book interesting?" He couldn't help but walked to Dazai Osamu, wanting to take a look at it, but before his eyes could catch the words on the paper, Dazai Osamu closed the book.

"Do not show you."

Osamu Dazai said triumphantly, "By the way, didn't you say before that if you find something, you will give me a reward? I've already thought about it."

"what?"

"You can't read Arnold's notes."

Question marks flew over Xueman's head, what kind of reward is this?

"Um... do you want to change it?" Xueman said in a discussing tone, "This doesn't really sound like a reward." I always feel that you are at a disadvantage.

Using rewards in such meaningless places is not like the Osamu Dazai that Xueman knew.

"I want this."

Osamu Dazai made it clear that he was not going to change the reward, "Or you don't want to agree."

"It's nothing if you don't read it." Xueman shook his head, "Didn't Jack say before that Arnold wrote about the things he encountered during his adventures, and I participated in those things, so I know what happened even if I don't read the notes. "

Osamu Dazai: You know what a ghost.

"Then it's settled." Dazai Osamu quickly stuffed the notes on the bookshelf, he looked surprised to see the changes in the room, touched here and there, and even praised Xueman for being virtuous.

The forehead is full of snow.

That's fine, as long as Dazai is happy.

It wasn't long before Kurapika came to inform the two that the party was ready, not only as a welcome, but also as an apology for keeping them out in the first place.

If the Kuruta people are as cruel and ruthless as the autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves to those who want to take their red eyes, then they are as warm as spring to their friends.

They killed several sheep, marinated them and put them on the fire. Someone stood by and turned them around to ensure that each piece of lamb could absorb enough heat and become charred on the outside and tender on the inside. The long table not far from the pile was filled with stuffed pies that looked solid, covered with a thick layer of sausage, and melted shredded cheese.

The Kuluta people do not have the habit of drinking alcohol, so each person has a glass of freshly squeezed fruit juice and vegetable juice. Everyone cheerfully raised their glasses to clink glasses with other people, and their faces turned red even though they hadn’t drunk the wine.

Xueman politely declined other people's invitations to dance, and just sat in the spectator position next to him, watching Dazai Osamu from being unskilled at the beginning to the focus of the audience behind.

Compared to himself, Yukiman thinks Osamu Dazai is more adaptable.Before coming in, Osamu Dazai alone drew the hatred of more than half of the Kuluta people, but less than an hour after the party started, he became a little angel in everyone's mind.

The most tender piece of the freshly roasted mutton was cut off and sent to Dazai Osamu, expecting him to taste it.

Xueman:?It stands to reason that I am Arnold's friend, shouldn't you take care of me first?

——The Kuruta are such a puzzling minority.

"Mr. Yuecheng, can I have a chat with you?"

While the others were singing and dancing, the elderly priest found Yuecheng Xueman, "There were too many people before, and there was no way to say many things in front of the clansmen. After all, there are some things that only those who have read the notes left by Arnold Only people know..."

"Sorry, what you're going to say next has something to do with Arnold's notes?"

Xueman asked: "I'm really sorry. I promised Dazai not long ago that I would not read Arnold's notes. Although he didn't emphasize anything else, I don't think I can listen to this kind of paraphrasing."

The priest sighed inwardly.

Mr. Yuecheng has a slow personality, but the partner of the other party runs very fast, cutting off all the roads before they can act.

"Then would you mind telling me about Priest Arnold?"

The priest was silent for a while, then changed the subject, "He has been away from us for so long that we can no longer draw his outline in our minds. We just remember that he is so great and wise...Compared to a person, Arnold is more like our gods."

"But neither my teacher nor the teacher's teacher wants Priest Arnold to remain in our minds like a god. He has his own joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys. Before he became a god, he was also a human being."

"Is that so..."

Xueman did not refuse the priest's proposal, and described the Arnold in his memory, "What I will say next may be different from the Arnold you know."

Osamu Dazai, who was drinking juice, squinted his eyes and saw someone approaching Xueman in the dark. He immediately picked up a plate of barbecue on the table, picked up a glass of juice, and rushed towards the man aggressively. Xueman walked.

"...he said that I would encounter bad luck, but as long as he was by my side, it would be safe."

Osamu Dazai sneered in the dark, listen, these words are so sweet, they use metaphysics to coax people, most people will be impressed even if they think the other party has a sick brain when they hear this kind of words.

"Then I gave some money and asked him to go to a nearby hospital to have a look."

Priest: ... Arnold, I sympathize with you, what to do.

"Huh? What interesting things are you talking about? Don't mind me listening."

Osamu Dazai also heard what Xueman said just now, and the aura of his whole body "shua" turned into the soft side, "Here, this is freshly roasted meat, you have been sitting here, you probably haven't eaten much. .”

"I was just wondering if I should go find something to eat, but you came here."

Xueman took the plate and put it on his lap. He lowered his head to look at the meat on the plate, cut out a few pieces and put them on the side with a thoughtful look, then handed the fork to Dazai, "This A few dollars are yours."

Osamu Dazai: "..." I stayed and ate and listened, or I didn't hear anything after I left, I chose the former.

He slowly picked up a piece of meat and ate it bit by bit, trying to eat the soft and tender steak like dried meat.

"Then continue with the previous topic."

Seeing that Osamu Dazai started to eat, Yukiman was satisfied, "Afterwards Arnold took the money and left, so I didn't pay attention, and then I met a few more people, and everyone agreed to go to a ruins to explore. When experienced guide, Arnold appeared again."

"But at that time, I had long forgotten that we had met once, and regarded him as a newcomer."

Priest: ...You won't die if you don't emphasize this kind of place, thank you.

From Xueman's point of view, the adventure process he described lacks quite a lot of excitement. After all, to Xueman, even if the sky falls, it is not a big deal. The traps encountered during the expedition, such as poisonous arrows rolling the ball , he never felt dangerous.

It's just that other people are different.

"I've saved everyone in the team a few times." Xueman said hesitantly, "It's been too long so I don't have much memory, but when we parted, they said that one day they would To repay my life-saving grace, I emphasized it several times."

"Is it the same for Priest Arnold?"

Osamu Dazai had a big appetite, and he ate three pieces of meat in a row. Today, he seems to have lost his bad habit of picky eaters, "Then did other people leave something for you?"

"Stayed."

Xueman nodded affirmatively, "And Arnold didn't just give me earrings, he also gave similar things to other people." So he didn't realize that he was being treated specially.

Osamu Dazai was elated when he heard it. Although it was just his one-sided self-comfort, his good mood couldn't be stopped, "Then it seems that your relationship is indeed very good."

——Everyone is a good buddy who shares life and death, how can the relationship be bad!

He just wants to crucify this past relationship on the cross of friendship, and no one should try to cross the line.

Mentioning the gifts from friends, Xueman thought of other people's strange gifts, "Actually, Arnold's earrings are the most normal ones, just like Enos. She said she was empty-handed and cut off a piece of herself. The hair was distributed to us, and they said that their hair color is special, with purple in the white, and they will never admit it."

"You can recognize it just by the color of your hair. Are you so confident?"

Osamu Dazai subconsciously complained.

"Is that friend of yours the one who beat the enemy Hakka?" The priest's figure shook slightly. She had received too many accidents tonight, but she never thought that the priests of their Kuruta clan, many years ago It turned out to be friends with the person who beat the enemy Hakka.

We even had an adventure together!

It turns out that no matter which family, there will always be such rebels.The priest patted his heart lightly, and decided that he must teach Kurapika more seriously in the future, so as not to let her successor become a wandering type.

"It should be..." Xueman was not sure, "Is Enos's family famous? Sorry, I don't know much about these."

"This is a family that even the isolated Kuruta clan can know."

Priest and Xueman popularized a few words, you must know that beating the enemy Hakka, relying on the current situation of only five or six children in a generation, which can be described as withered, forcefully marketed itself as the most famous killer in the world family.

The Kululu Mountain where their home is located is still a famous local scenery, and every year just by cooperating with travel agencies can increase a lot of income, which can be called a strange flower in the killer family.

Strangeness is commendatory, dare to say it is derogatory, and you can wait quietly for the beating enemy to come to check the water meter.

After hearing the priest's description, Xueman couldn't help laughing in a low voice, "No wonder Ainos would ask us how we can support a family every time we stop to rest, saying that the competition in the industry is too fierce. If the family does not change, it will definitely be eliminated."

Running away from home is also because my words are not taken seriously.

But a girl who is not yet an adult, even if she has the gray hair of the next head of the family, before she really takes over the family, she will still be suppressed by the elders above her head.

"Then we took the risk and gave her advice, saying that the fragrance of wine is also afraid of deep alleys. Under the premise of our own strength, it is better to advertise our own home. After advertising, we will not worry about the guests who come to the door. gone."

"At that time, I thought that Enos's house was some kind of small family workshop... Actually, it's not bad. Their killer took the order, and it was indeed the family who sent people out to solve the target."

"It's amazing to think about it now."

At the beginning, Xueman thought that the Enos family was the holders of intangible cultural heritage. Now that the machine operation has become more and more advanced, it is really not easy to survive by relying on craftsmanship.

"The Killer Family..." Dazai Osamu was thoughtful, "The Hunter Association can't find the information we want, why don't we go in another direction?"

As long as people survive in this world, they will leave traces.

Osamu Dazai didn't believe that Shuji and Zhong could achieve such perfection without leaving any tail behind.

"After we leave here, how about going to beat up the enemy Hakka to place an order?" The bank card received from Kuroro was twirling between his fingers, and Osamu Dazai smiled very slyly, "The money is definitely enough to buy those two people dead."

"We just need to cancel before the person who beat the enemy has completed the commission."

Osamu Dazai felt that it was completely OK to find a reasonable reason to spread the money that was earned for free.

"It's also possible that they won't take the order."

Xueman gave another possibility, "Didn't you check the information related to the Phantom Brigade before? As newcomers who have become well-known in recent years, they can't beat Zhongye... It seems that Xiuzhi and Zhongye The timeline is even further ahead than I imagined."

"None of that matters."

Osamu Dazai waved his hand, "As long as you can be sure that those two people are okay."

After confirmation, you can continue to kick to the side. Osamu Dazai doesn’t want to carry two big light bulbs with him in the next trip. As the saying goes, let the children fly freely when they grow up. , A perverted parent who waits for the other party to give him a pension.

Xiu Zhi: Get lost—who wants to give you a pension!There is a high probability that you will send me off, okay!

"Phantom Troupe..." the priest heard the name, and remembered the second important point of the night, "I heard from Jack that you two drove away the Phantom Troupe, and their target is Red Eye..."

"It's not safe here anymore."

Xueman said sternly: "Actually, your practice of hiding yourself deep in the dense forest makes it more convenient for those villains who want to snatch the red eye."

They couldn't escape, they couldn't even run, and they couldn't even spread the cry for help. By the time the outside world knew that the Kuruta tribe had been attacked, the perpetrators had already run so far that they couldn't see them.

In fact, in this world where a big fist means power, and even hunter certificates with various benefits can be issued, it is not easy to avoid danger.

"Since you can't escape, then find a strong umbrella for yourself. Maybe the person who set up this umbrella has other thoughts, but at least your safety is guaranteed."

Xueman could only remind them that they were here.

If the Kuluta tribe still insist on living in seclusion in the dense forest, then Xueman can't do anything about it.

He is not God and cannot save everyone.

The author has something to say: As we all know, if the sweet and greasy milk candy has more salty taste of sea salt, it will taste even sweeter.

So sprinkling sugar is not enough, I also add salty, sour and spicy to it, to ensure unlimited enjoyment of multiple flavors o(*≧▽≦)ツ

Every time I write about fiery red eyes, I will subconsciously label them as blood eyes, there is no hope for help...