Did the lord get rid of poverty and become rich today?

When a group of people who had drifted on the sea for half a month arrived at the pier on the Cassia Peninsula, it was raining in Baishuiling.

It is said to be rain, but it is actually more like fog. The sky, the sea, the gray stone pier and the city in the distance are all shrouded in a damp gray blue.

As soon as Joe clutched the thick plush cloak tightly, the damp and cold moisture still penetrated through the coat, licking his bones and skin.

He didn't like the wet and cold weather in the southern winter at all. Thick clothes couldn't resist the attack of moisture, which made him always feel like he was soaking in cold water.

"It's getting dark, we have to stay here for one night, and we'll set off after dawn tomorrow." Qiao Yi stepped on a thin layer of water on the deck, jumped down the wooden steps, and was so cold that he stomped. With wooden feet, the hot air exhaled from his mouth was instantly torn apart by the rain and fog when he spoke, "Huh—it's really cold."

Lando followed Qiao Yi, took Qiao Yi's hand, clasped his palms together and held Qiao Yi's cold red fingertips in his palm: "Go to a hotel and stay first, take a hot bath."

The misty drizzle caused some tiny drops of water to hang on Lando's long eyelashes.

Joe turned his head and looked into Lando's eyes: "Take a shower. Okay. Want to go together?"

The storm not far away caused everyone to be quiet for a moment, and then continued to work at hand without any trace, but the peripheral vision of the eyes could not stop drifting to this side, and there was an undisguised smile between the eyes. .

Lando blinked and shook off the raindrops on his eyelashes: "If you want, you can..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a shout of joy:

"Ahhh, I'm home! ∥ I'm so stupid... Little Robert jumped off the deck with a bang bang bang bang bang bang bang, lying on the railing and looking at the crowded dock shrouded in gray fog. He opened his arms and took a deep breath of fresh air. An air that smells of wet wood, salty sea breeze, and... horse manure.

Then he turned around and sensitively captured the key words: "Taking a bath? Are you going to take a bath? I know there is a place that is the most suitable place for recreation after getting off the boat. Noble gentlemen like to go!!"

Lando: "..."

Joe One: "..."

The storm led the crowd: "Hey..."

two hours later.

The inexperienced natives from Stormland stood on the wide bluestone street, looking at the magnificent and tall building in front of them, lost in thought.

Joe looked at the white gas rising in the sky, and then at the half-person-high banner hanging in front of the gate, which read: Alvin's Hot Spring Bath.

Standing outside the door were a few handsome young men in uniform uniforms, welcoming them with smiles. A woman dressed as a bunny girl with her arms and thighs exposed was sitting on the window sill of the second floor, facing the nobleman who came down from the carriage from a distance in the cold wind. Grandpa shook his arms.

...Big, big health care?

The conservative Jaran Nord elf only took one look, then hurriedly looked away with red ears, staring at the stone slab under his feet without squinting.

The accompanying men from the "Storm Mission" stared straight at Bai Shengsheng's thigh.

The fat cook blushed and spat, and crushed her husband's instep hard with her high heels. Seeing that her husband was still indifferent, she couldn't help but increase the strength on her feet.

Until the head of the guard, Barton, blushed and patted the cook on the shoulder: "...you...my foot accidentally ran under your foot...your husband's foot is over there."

The crowd roared with laughter.

Compared with the well-dressed visitors who were carried by gorgeous carriages, this group of visitors from the north who came from the pier by the No. 11 bus and stepped on the mud looked very embarrassed.

— like a bunch of refugees.

Dean tugged at Qiao Yi's sleeve, swallowed, and said in a low voice, "Young master, why don't we go back...you can take a shower in a hotel or something."

Roy: "...it looks like a little bit more expensive."

Lando: "If you want, I can accompany you."

The cook: "Bah! The horse fork!" Then her eyes moved to the handsome young man at the door, and she blushed again, "What handsome children~"

It is hard not to attract attention to the mighty team of twenty or so people.

The waiter put the umbrella on the heads of Qiao Yi and Lando, exposing himself to the drizzle, showing a pleasing smile: "Guest, it's raining heavily, why not invite us inside? There is a private bath inside, and accommodation can also be provided. You come from a long way Come, it would be best to rest here for a night after taking a bath."

Joe blinked, looked into the foggy gate, and touched his pocket.

His body told him it was going in now to lie down in the warm spring water.

But his wallet told itself: No, you don't want to.

...it looks like a waste of money.

Just as Joe was hesitating, another boy ran out quickly and whispered something to the waiter holding an umbrella.

The waiter nodded and looked at Qiao Yi: "The honorable guest upstairs waived your fee for this time, and let me bring you a message: Baishui collar welcomes the distinguished Duke Stuart, and expresses his sincere thanks to you." Greetings from grandparents, please rest assured here."

After the words fell, Qiao Yi and Lando looked at each other, and suddenly noticed a trace of sight falling on him.

He looked up.

A white figure flashed across the window sill on the fourth floor, leaving only the curtains shaking.

The waiter bent slightly, still smiling and waiting for Qiao Yi's reply.

It's just that the storm leaders behind them swept away their previous expectations and excitement, and became vigilant.

"There is no such thing as a free lunch, this is a trap!"

"My lord, I think we have to be careful."

"Master, why don't we go back to the boat..."

"..."

The waiter's smile was a little stiff.

As soon as Joe raised his hand, the crowd fell silent.

"A total of 23 people, please arrange a separate bath for the four ladies, thank you."

There is cheap and no bastard.

...Casia Peninsula, grandparents, these key words reminded Qiao Yi of a person—his cheap uncle Carl.

Some information revealed by Joffrey when he was drunk at the beginning indicated that Karl seemed to be involved with someone in the Cassia Peninsula.

Joe lowered his eyes.

So, the second in command of Raven Island's fourth island, his uncle Karl's secret of never marrying a wife and having no children... What is it?

……

There is nothing more comfortable than drinking a cup of hot milk while lying in the warm spring water after a long journey.

It would be even better if there is a massage service.

It's a pity that the visitor was scared back by Lando's cold face.

Joe only wrapped a soft cloth towel around his waist, and lay half-lying in the warm pool water with his whole body relaxed.

A pair of warm hands covered Qiao Yi's shoulders and kneaded them gently.

Joe, who was half asleep and half awake, raised his head and rubbed Lando's cheek: "Lando——"

The elf didn't stop moving his hands, but lowered his head slightly, and gently kissed Qiao Yi's hair: "Huh?"

Qiao Yi was silent for a while, and then said softly: "...I want to go home."

"……Um."

"I miss my dad." Qiao Yi lowered his eyes, looked at the rising mist on the surface of the water, and stretched out his hand to shake it casually twice.

An ugly, scribbled plastic yellow duck seemed to float across the water, and then disappeared in an instant.

"During my college entrance examination, because of sitting for a long time and bowing my head for too long, I had some problems with my cervical spine and suffered from insomnia. My dad took me to the hot springs and pressed my shoulders with his own hands." A smile appeared on the corner of Qiao Yi's mouth, and there was something in his eyes. Misty, "The stinky old man insists that the boss wants a bag of little yellow ducks to put in the water, saying that it can relax the mood."

"Relax, childish, not childish. When I saw the little yellow duck, I thought that the inner duck looked like the big face of the math teacher."

Speaking of this, Joe paused: "...but I fell asleep in the pool that day. It was the best sleep I had in nearly two months."

"The stinky old man was not in good health later, he had some problems with his knees, and he always suffered from severe pain in rainy days, and he was very stubborn. He refused to take medicine, saying that the medicine was three-point poisonous."

"Later, I asked for a set of medicine from an old professor of Chinese medicine in the medical department of my school. I soaked his feet, rubbed his knees and massaged him every now and then. My sister is still young, and my mother is not very good at it." Qiao wiped his eyes: "I don't know who will press my dad's feet after I'm gone."

Joe talked in a rambling manner, trying to get where he wanted to go.

He thought that with the passage of time, he would gradually integrate into this place, slowly let go of the past, and then forget it.

But he found that not only did he not let go, but he missed the past more and more over time: his warm little apartment, the meals cooked by his mother, the busy city, and his boss who seemed strict but kind...

The turmoil of emotions is not the moment he came into this world, but hidden in every detail of life, just like the hands on his shoulders when he is soaking in the hot spring.

And Lando just quietly listened to him, hugged Joe, who was a little depressed, into his arms, and patted his head and back soothingly.

"Lando."

"Well. Here I am."

"I want to take you home to meet my parents." Joe turned around, held Lando's face in his hands, and brushed Lando's delicate eyebrows with his fingers: "My mother and sister should accept it pretty quickly. Because they both They are all Yan dogs. My dad...he will probably beat me up and treat you to dinner."

"Why?" Lando asked, tilting his head.

Qiao Yi suddenly laughed: "Of course... I think I have harmed other young people."

Lando blinked, and looked seriously into Qiao Yi's eyes: "I'm not someone else."

"..." Joe nodded and looked at Lando for a while, then leaned over and kissed the corner of Lando's mouth: "Well, you are not someone else. You are my... lover."

Lando didn't speak.

He replied with a long and tender kiss.

The water ripples in the mist, and the rain outside the window is lingering.

"dumb--"

A raven called on the branch in front of the window, flapped its wings, and flew towards the port through the gloomy rain curtain, and finally landed on the mast of a merchant ship that had just landed.

"Whoa-"

The sound of the sail furling startled the ravens away.

The man got off the boat and stepped on the wet floor. The rainwater hit the big black umbrella that was propped up, and splashed a small splash of water amidst the dull sound.

On the pier, a tall and thin man was holding an umbrella and wearing a white woolen coat, his figure melting into the gray rain and fog.

"You're a day late, Karl."

"I'm sorry. It's been a mess at sea recently, and I've delayed some time." Carl walked over, put away his umbrella, and got under the umbrella of the man in white. "So you waited for me here all day yesterday?"

"...Do I look like a fool?" The man raised his eyelids, pushed Carl into the rain again, and said in disgust, "It smells like blood, it's so dirty. Don't come close to me. The sea can slow you down There are not many trips, have you met people from Crow Island?"

"Yeah." Carl was not annoyed, and walked side by side with the man, letting the rain fall on his head and shoulders: "It's that ghost woman from the fifth island, she doesn't know when she got involved with the seven islands It's gone, wasted a little effort... the sea is in chaos."

Carl looked at the black waves rolling against the overcast sky.

The faint lights of the flickering lighthouse were almost swallowed by the waves.

"It's not much better on land. There was another large-scale rebellion in Pittsburgh, and half of Prince Sorov's territory was occupied by the rebels. There were also rebellions in several other small duchies."

"Where's the white water collar?" Carl asked.

"After the flood, there was frost again, and there was almost no harvest. This winter... a lot of people will die." The man said with a sneer, "Do it, but work hard. Sooner or later, that little bastard Andrei will kill himself To die. If the old king knew what he had done, he would probably rise up and kick his unworthy descendant to death..."

"Ah-"

Carl sneezed suddenly.

The man stopped talking, reached out and touched Karl's somewhat thin windbreaker, and frowned.

"You wear so little, how come the strong wind at sea didn't freeze you to death?" Then he took off his thick woolen overcoat, raised his hand and put it on Carl's face, "Put it on."

The white overcoat was stained with blood from Karl's clothes, which made it look a bit harsh.

The man frowned and took a look, then roughly pulled Carl by the collar and dragged him under the umbrella, then straightened the collar casually: "You stained my clothes. Return it to me next time you wash it."

"it is good."

The evening wind carried the cold rain through the figures of the two people, crossed the street, passed over the treetops and slapped on the window sill, making a light pattering sound.

The blond elf who was trapped in the soft bed suddenly opened his eyes and carefully sat up.

He was dreaming again.

He dreamed that the cold night was coming, and the skinny white cat curled up on the gnarled roots of the giant tree.

The dead giant tree is rotting, and the wind makes a whining sound through the hollow branches, as if the ancient tree made its last mourning.

It was as if whispers kept ringing in his ears, calling him eagerly to go back.

Go back... where?

What are you going to do?

no answer.

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