I'm working on infrastructure in Xihuan

The biggest trouble with being sick is that you can't write back to your beautiful doll.

Especially after getting sicker and worse, I had to have a bloodletting, and the situation got worse.

Anna confiscated all the stationery, paper, ink and stationery in the bedside table under Lucien's pillow. If Lucien had to write something, the only way he could do it was to bite his fingers and tear the bed sheet to write a bloody book for Issie.

If it gets to that point, it won't be possible to open the letter and see a large piece of blood red, which will frighten his doll.

And during this period of time, in fact, his letter could not be delivered to Yixi.

Lucien knew that Issie was leading the team on an adventure in the World of Warcraft Forest, and when they were in the outer area, Lucien could still receive some replies from Issie, writing some unnutritious content such as eating grilled mushrooms today, Occasionally, there will be some small things in the occasional letter - a crushed and crumpled leaf, a handful of fur cut from an unknown monster, full of things that belong to the "outside" that Lucien has never touched. Breath of freedom.

But when Yixi and the others walked deeper and deeper in the World of Warcraft forest and gradually approached the central area, the carrier pigeons did not dare to fly in, and Yixi did not let the carrier pigeons approach the dangerous area in the center of the World of Warcraft forest.

After he finished writing the letter, he sent the pigeon to fly to Lucien. In the letter, he told the cuckoo to stay with Lucien for a month. According to the supply and travel plan brought by their team, they will leave the World of Warcraft Forest in one month at the latest. Come out, with or without the prey your employer demands.

Lucien rummaged through the reply letter but couldn't find any words related to "I will pay attention to safety". At the end, there was only a dry sentence "I wish you good health". How sincere.

……

unhappy.

Lucien wrapped himself into a silkworm chrysalis bit by bit with the quilt. The symptoms of high fever made him feel cold and sweating crazily. His blood was rolling like magma. It's all hot water vapor.

It's so sad...

He began to cough uncontrollably until the last bit of air was sucked out of his lungs, and then the swollen throat turned like, like a giant water wheel, and everything in his body was sucked out , For a moment, there was nothing left in his head.

It took a few seconds for Lucien to realize that he vomited. Fortunately, he was not so embarrassed that he vomited all over the place. The guards around him helped him up in time to adjust his posture so that he would not choke, and put him on the bed. The small basin on the side also played its due role well.

Anna was sent by him to attend the county government's meeting. Today is the monthly summary meeting, and she won't be back until the afternoon at the earliest.

When Anna was away, she would let Tuvalan, the leader who guarded the slaves, take her place. The slave contract guaranteed his loyalty and reliability, and he was far more trustworthy than the maids they used to spread the news.

Tuvalan carefully patted the boy's back, his palm touched the thin and bony bones, and the body in his arms was so light that he could hardly feel its weight, like some seriously injured and dying animal, it was pitiful The weakness of compassion.

Lucien couldn't stop bursting into tears, his body shivered under the double pressure of weakness and exhaustion, the warm tea Tuirin fed to his mouth only emphasized his powerless situation, which in turn made his throat spasm With continuous retching.

"Get out!"

He lost his temper and knocked the teacup from Tuvalan's hand, his throat was so hoarse that it sounded vaguely like meowing, and he knew that he was so vicious that it was almost comical.

Tuvalan wanted to say something—he wanted to say something at first to comfort the lord who had blown his hair, but when he lowered his head, he bumped into those red eyes.

Completely different from this weak posture, his murderous intent was full of vicious eyes.

The hair is creepy.

For a moment, he even suspected that his throat had been bitten open and the blood drained, just because he saw the weak appearance of the beast that should not be seen.

"……Yes."

The tall slave leader heard the sound of obedience from his mouth, he let go, squatted on the ground and cleaned up the mess as quickly as possible, and let the guards guarding the door replace him.

Go inside and wait for orders.

In this period, the lord's room cannot be without guards and guards. This is a world where the force value is not so scientifically set. Instability is completely removed from this world.

The guard stood lightly in the corner of the room. This is a position where he can respond to attackers from all directions at any time. When he entered, Tuvalan confessed that his lord was in a bad mood, and he breathed lightly as much as possible wisely. Reduce the sense of presence and make yourself like air in the room.

The lord huddled under the quilt, and could only see two piles of curled black hair from the corners. The guard glanced at the bulging quilt, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual about the lord, he quickly looked away and turned to the quilt. Elsewhere in the room.

Before he became a slave, he had money for a while, but he still couldn't understand the strange aesthetics of some things in this room, such as the crumpled half leaf preserved in a special crystal, hung on the head of the bed with an unknown Dried garlands made of weeds and wild flowers, in short, are cheap and shabby things that will be treated as garbage, which is extremely inconsistent in this ornately decorated bedroom.

The guard vaguely recalled their private guesses about the ambiguous relationship between the lord and a certain Hall mercenary, and quickly dismissed those messy thoughts in his head.

It is not uncommon for slaves to casually gossip about their master's personal affairs, put them in the homes of some strict people, and be executed directly if they are discovered.

……

The guard ran a little bit of godly effort, and found that the bulging quilt moved twice, and he immediately pulled himself together and focused on the lord, so that he could respond to the lord's order at any time.

The lord was silent for a while, and then he spoke in a hoarse voice, his voice was muffled through the quilt, and his tone could not be heard clearly.

"I'm not feeling well today."

"..."

"Ah."

He didn't say it clearly, but the guard heard that he was explaining to Tuvalan who had lost his temper. There must be a thousand miles away from expressing apology. It was enough for the guards to praise him as a good master.

Although Lucien didn't want to explain at all.

A certain part of his heart is still urging him until now, telling him to get rid of all the people who see him in a mess.

Just like the maids and servants in the palace disappeared silently, cleanly, as if nothing had happened.

Lucien has seen it with his own eyes, and even experienced it himself. He knows that the medicine poured into his mouth is bitter, and the frozen lake water in winter is cold.

Even, he knew that the cloth covering his face when he declared death was white soft silk.

Lucien bit his lip, he could feel the dryness of his lips and the continuous bleeding after biting hard, which made his mouth full of disgusting bloody smell, if it wasn't for the fact that bile was about to come out just now, he would probably still be in embarrassment Gotta throw up again.

He quietly waited for the noisy voices that disturbed his thoughts to close his mouth. He knew that it was because of his weak body that he couldn't separate and manage the bear boy well, which led to uncontrollable crazy thoughts trying to make him do something .

gross.

Lucien quietly stared at the little light that came out from the gap in the quilt. The curtains were drawn in the room, so it should be dark, but in the darkness covered by the quilt, the light was so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.

Okay, okay.

That's true.

He really wanted to see some blood.

This idea has nothing to do with the guarding slaves who are within reach. Instinctively urging him to attack the slaves is just a bullying nature.

But Lucien has always been reasonable.

Being bullied by his classmates, he only stared at the one who took the lead and beat him. The maid servant bullied him as a young, sick and useless one, and he grabbed the hand with the highest chin.

It is most boring to bite a piece of meat and let it hurt for a while.

He lost half his life...

Just want an equivalent exchange.