Embarrassment of Golden Dragon Tails

Tails' lair is located among the mountains, under a rather inconspicuous hilltop.The entrance to the lair was at the bottom of a cliff, so it was not considered hidden, so Tails had arranged some misleading and confusing spells to try to hide the entrance.

Tails took the mage back to his lair. He landed at the door of the lair, changed back into a human form, and carried the mage into the depths of the lair, where he usually sleeps.

This cave is not too big, the entrance is wide and straight, and the cave suddenly opens up not far from the entrance, forming an oval hall with a radius of about eighty feet.The floor of the hall has long been polished and smooth, and in the corner near the inside, there are piles of Towers' meager property.Next to these miscellaneous things, there are a few thick broken blankets. After leaving the Mage Tower, Tails sometimes falls asleep in human form out of habit, so he prepared these for himself, although they are not as comfortable as the beds in the Mage Tower. , but better than hard, cold rock.

Tails laid the mage on the blanket, carefully avoiding his wounds.On the way here, he has been paying attention to the vitality of the mage. Fortunately, although the vitality is quite weak, the mage has no worries about his life.Tails half-knelt beside the mage, bent down, brushed off the messy black hair on the mage's face, and stared at the mage's face.

Under the vertical and horizontal whip marks, the mage's face was still pale.His breathing was weak, his black eyes were closed tightly, his slender black eyebrows were wrinkled in pain in a coma, his thin lips were already dry and cracked, and blood was oozing from the cracks.Tails had never seen a sorcerer so weak, and even in a coma before, he still seemed strong and determined.But this time, the mage was dying, and the scars and pain peeled off his firm and powerful shell, revealing a rare fragility, like a beast stripped of its minions and thorns, soft and heartbreaking.

The heartache was so painful that it almost didn't belong to him, Tails stretched out his hand involuntarily, trying to smooth the wrinkle between the mage's brows.

The finger stopped a moment before it touched the mage's eyebrows.The welts on the mage's face were swollen and swollen, which was shocking.Tails secretly blamed himself, he almost forgot the most important thing, instead wasting time.

Tails gently untied the mage's ragged black robe, avoided the mage's wound, and carefully tore off the clothes from his body.The underwear had condensed with the wound, and Tails took out a gleaming golden dagger from the pile of treasures and cut them off.Soon, the mage's wounds all over his body were exposed in front of Tails.

There was hardly an inch of intact skin on the mage's body, and it was covered with various scars. In fact, Tails saw two glaring burn marks under his collarbone and on his right arm. One could imagine what kind of torture the mage had suffered.The wound on the leg was scarred and no longer oozing blood. Tails stared at the wound, afraid for a while, what if the arrow hit the mage's thigh instead... And, he suddenly understood that the mage finally used What is the spell: similar to Soul Crack, offering sacrifices to the god of magic and exchanging one's own vitality for the desired effect.

Tails has never regretted it so much, and regretted not going to the Mage Tower earlier.According to Luna, the mage was caught by that guy named Tufeite and paraded in the streets of Bieshawo Town.It was hard for him to imagine what kind of humiliation this was for the mage, and what kind of pain the subsequent torture was.Facing a powerful enemy, the wood spirits chose to stand by and watch, and at that time, if they had gone back earlier, if they had been by the mage's side...

His eyes were sore, his throat was congested, and Tails took a deep breath, obviously hearing the trembling sound of air in his throat.He adjusted his breathing and prepared to heal the mage.After leaving the mage tower, Inosus once taught him some things, one of which was healing. Through spells and appropriate methods, the golden dragon could convert part of its life force into healing power and heal some injuries.

The air in the early spring was still cold, and the mage's skin quickly developed goose bumps, trembling slightly in a coma.Tails sighed, and threw a cloud of flames, causing them to surround the mage.After that, he began to heal the mage.

Healing can't completely heal the mage's wounds, but it can effectively ease his pain and greatly speed up the healing process.

The soft golden light came on, and about half an hour later, Tails almost finished treating the mage's wound.The wounds on the mage's body were all scarred, and the whip marks on his face were no longer hideous and frightening, but became lighter.After the treatment, Tails glanced at the mage's waist inadvertently, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind: he has lost weight, and his waist has become thinner.

Tails' face quickly burned.This kind of thought was too inappropriate, which made him quite embarrassed.His eyes suddenly became at a loss, every inch of the mage's skin seemed to be burning his blood.Tails looked away in a panic, and glanced at the mage's collarbone.The faded scar below the collarbone hurt his eyes, dispelled his unbearable thoughts, and cooled Tails' blood.

In the past six months, Tails's hatred for the mage has subsided, and when recalling the past, he more and more misses the days of living with the mage.He had no choice but to find that he had long been accustomed to the mage's good cooking skills, and the mage's threatening "care" for him.At the same time, he faintly felt that when the soul blood contract was released, the mage might have already discovered his plan, so he just turned a blind eye and let it go.

Tails didn't regret canceling the Soul Blood Pact, but he was very afraid. If he went back later, all he could see was a handful of black ashes, or... there was no ashes left .

Fortunately, I was still in time.

Suppressing regret and fear, Tails looked at the mage's hands and frowned.

The damage to the hands was too severe, and after thirteen days it had become quite unmanageable.

Tars's golden-brown eyes dimmed, revealing a bit of unbearable.He reached out and lightly touched the back of the mage's swollen and purple hand.

The mage's hands trembled visibly.

Tails withdrew his hand, with mixed feelings in his heart.He hesitated, unable to make up his mind.

Just then, the mage woke up.

Vera opened her eyes and saw Tails at first glance.Tails frowned, looking very tangled, and his messy blond hair was even more dazzling in the firelight.It seems that he is still alive, and the pain in his body seems to have eased.Vera stared at the profile of Tails and smiled.

Seeing him wake up, Tails froze for a moment, then turned his head and stared at the mage's right hand.Vera keenly saw that Tails' cheeks were flushed.Seeing Tails' performance, Vera couldn't help but bend her eyes, quietly cleared her sore throat, and said softly in a hoarse voice, "Tals, what are you looking at?"

"Despicable mage, glad to see that you are still alive. Inosus said that despicable guys tend to live longer than hard-shelled planarians. It seems that he is right." Tails quietly calmed down , pretending to study the mage's fingers.

The mage fell silent.

Tails didn't wait for an answer, and couldn't help looking at the mage.His eyes met Vera's, who was smiling and staring at him with long, dark eyes, soft and deep.

Tails blushed again.

In the inexplicable embarrassment, Vera said softly: "Tals, I am very happy."

Tails nodded, got up, pulled a blanket, covered the mage, and put the mage's hands on the blanket.

After that, he took a deep breath, looked straight into the mage's eyes, and said seriously: "Vera, your finger is broken."

The mage blinked and hummed.Although the mage was very calm, Tails still saw a flash of anger and sadness in his eyes.For a mage like Vera, losing a finger is almost equivalent to losing a life.

"I think, I have a way to treat them and make them... as flexible as before, but..." Tails hesitated, then continued, "Your fingers have been broken for a long time, and they have grown crooked, so... ..."

"so?"

Tails gritted his teeth, "So I have to break them off again and reattach them. I have learned some healing spells recently, and I think, if nothing goes wrong, I should be able to heal your fingers." After finishing speaking, he stared at Looking at the mage, I became nervous.

The mage gave a soft but firm "hmm" and told him, "Tals, give me a glass of water, after that, do it your way."

The mage looked very calm, but Tails felt uncomfortable.He hurriedly fed the mage a cup of warm water and a bit of dried meat, and watched the mage swallow them with difficulty.After that, he took some vines and tried to immobilize the mage's arm so that he wouldn't struggle and hinder the healing.

The mage turned him down.

So Tails grabbed the palm extended by the mage, gritted his teeth, and followed the previous break, breaking all the fingers one by one again, and then reconnecting them.

During this process, the mage bit a rag and barely made any sound.